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The Matriarch

Part Five

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Mmm... Good morning, sexy..."

Holly grinned as she rolled over into her cougar's arms, Ropes' arms wrapped around her, along with his tentacles. Well, what else did one expect a demon to hug a lover with, after all? The skunk fit there perfectly, his body melding to suit her, though the bed in the master bedroom with the new headboard was fresh and clean, only bought a week or so ago.

The pregnant skunk, after all, had not wanted to sleep on the bed of his ex-wife... Not after her scent had faded from the house that had not belonged to her at first, the house that she had, in a way, twisted and turned to her own devious means. And just where had it ended Holly up, in the arms of a demon cougar that adored her and had even left his wife for her? To say that the two of them were the perfect match was an understatement, surprising even that one skunk had managed to turn the life of a demon in the mortal realm upside-down.

Holly smirked, his purrs rolling over her. Considering the rise of her moderately pregnant stomach too, there was no going back on what had been done. And either would Holly have wanted to turn back the clocks even in the slightest. Despite everything that had happened, the turmoil of losing her boyfriend and Ropes' wife moving out too, she was happy with how things were, snuggling into a soft, warm bed on a Sunday morning with no worries at all in the world.

Ropes worked but she didn't need to - not yet. She would be busy enough for a few years looking after their little cougar-skunk cub, the hybrid offspring who was growing in her womb even then. Holly's paw rested protectively on her stomach, the round of it impossible to miss, murmuring softly in the back of her throat, though the murring and mumbling was for the sake of the little one only. She liked to think that they could hear her, even in there, and there was even suggestion in her many books that talking to the youngster waiting to be born, growing all the while, would be heard by them, if not remembered in the active mind.

Holly liked the thought of that. She liked the thought very much. And, so, she sung to them often, letting them grow stronger inside her, their body whole and feeling quite impatient to be born even then.

"It's too early for them to be kicking, love..."

Ropes purred to her, kissing her shoulder, turning her towards him as the fall of his tail lay over her hip, comfortable in the moment. He'd never been so simply at home with another fur, though he had thought that he had gotten there with Fyr. But there was something different to Holly that had drawn him in, his demonic self still full and fat and satisfied after feeding on her sexual desire the night before - something that had never before happened with Fyr! No matter how many times he had fucked his wife, his ex-wife, he had never felt full in the demonic sense, the way that he truly fed.

Food was all well and good...but feeding on sexual lust and energy...that was what a demon of lust craved. It was what he needed to survive and continue on, which was the base essential of living and surviving, but Holly gave all of that to him in spades.

The skunk groaned softly as his lips closed around a nipple, a tentacle squeezing her other breast. She was already sensitive there, with her breasts swelling during her pregnancy, but it helped some that she was lactating too. The cougar had been obsessed with her tits since they had begun lactating and she was not about to let that change as she cradled his head to her chest.

It could have been purely functional but Ropes made it sensual in how his tongue swirled around her breast, flicking her nipple, drop after drop of milk building to a flow. She groaned softly, not wanting to disturb the moment too much, hips rocking back and forth, barely able to contain her lust. It was there for her to take and yet she wanted him to take so very much from her too, gulping hard as he swallowed down every drop of milk that she had to give him. And the two of them had found that there was a lot left in her tits to be pleased and adored, the cream seductive to the demon even as he lusted after her body too...

"Mmmph..." The cougar moaned, eyes-half lidded, just a glowing, white slit where his iris-less eyes showed through. "Mmm..."

He didn't need to say anything, though the trembling, soft vibrations from his lips flowed into her tits, seducing and tickling them. Any sensation given willingly to such sensitive flesh was due to please her and yet he kept going, swapping to her other breast with milk spilling luxuriously from the corners of his lips as if he could not take the time to swallow it all down. It was a mess that he would clean up with his tongue, ensuring that not a single drop went to waste, moaning around her tit-flesh, teeth digging in very lightly without breaking the skin.

It had the desired effect as Holly moaned throatily, rolling up to him, trying to get her paws under her and braced even though he already had her right where she needed to be. She could not rise when he was engaged in suckling on her, drawing down heady gulp after gulp of her milk, the essence and the cream that was so carnal and primal at the same time. It sated a deeply-seated need in the cougar's soul, the demonic twisting calling for more, and he grunted softly, tongue swirling around and around her nipple, coaxing more forth as he suckled.

"Mm... Oh, Ropes... Ah... Ropes!"

His tentacles, all four of them, could not be idle. Her body was there to be adored and he could not wait, had to play, had to tease and bring her to an explosive high, regardless of the fact that he was not hungry in that moment. He didn't need to feed and yet his entire being was wrapped up in making his sweet skunk feel good. Her orgasm loomed, though it was a warming presence and not a darkening one, and Ropes hissed softly around her breast, as much as the sound was muffled.

He could not pull away until her orgasm was done, tentacles sliding around her thighs, parting them lusciously for him, thrusting not one but two tentacles deep into her hot and ready pussy. It never failed to entice him just how easily he could thrust into her, her body always welcoming him, but that was just another nuance as to why she was his perfect match, bodies twisting and writhing in perfect synchronisation, made for one another as much as any two beings possibly could be. His tentacles thrust deep, squeezed up against one another so that not an inch of space inside her was wasted, shoving all the way up to her innermost barrier, after which there could be no penetration. Not without hurting her, of course, and that simply wasn't something that Ropes was at all eager to do...

Love, after all, turned a demon away from that darker side of living.

Holly squeaked, twisting and bucking, writhing in his grasp, though she had no control over how he thrust her over the edge into orgasm. She lost all sense of time and place, her reality bucking right along with her, the slurp of her folds squeezing around his tentacles as lewd as anyone may have liked. The skunk shivered, lips parted, no sound coming out over the delightful high of their bodies coming together. It was all she wanted, all she craved, ripples of ecstasy claiming her, dominating her body, sending her to another dimension of lust from which she could always return.

But maybe she did not want to, not even as Ropes broke from her breast, kissing up her neck to the line of her soft jaw and her lips, tongue slipping inside. It was one of the many reasons that she was so horny to him, for it was an addiction of sorts too as her life twisted and turned, bringing her back to Ropes and the bedroom all over again. Her hips rose and she was barely away of him giving her just the tiniest bit of backdoor stimulation, teasing over the bud of her pucker, a flicker and a tingle that was enough to have her hips lifting more fervently. Her legs trembled, pushing up her pussy as if she was craving more, though it would take an awful lot more than that to stop her from wanting him, to actually bring lines of exhaustion to her body.

"Mmm... My cougar is randy this morning!"

She kissed him fiercely, rolling so that she was on top, riding him, his cock naturally finding the pucker of her tail hole. It was an offer that he took whole-heartedly, yowling as she sank onto him, taking him deep. Her body knew just how much to relax to take him inside, her throat trembling with a hardly restrained growl. She'd never thought, before Ropes, that anal would have been the thing for her but there was something more carnal and dirty about it that lured her in. Maybe it reminded her, just a little bit, of how their relationship had started. She moaned. Cheating was not the best way to begin a relationship but she could hardly believe just where it had brought her, the delight coursing through her body, pushing her on so eagerly into yet another high.

The skunk's howl cut through the bedroom as Ropes powered up into her with a snarl to match hers. She was more feral and more beautiful than ever in that moment, her fur thicker, hair wilder, the green spill of it flaring out from her shoulders with more volume than ever before. Ropes bared his teeth in a feral grin, slamming up, the bed bouncing and squeaking under their combined weight. There was no concern for her pregnant belly in such a position, the two of them quite happy that the youngster within would be safe and protected, bouncing on him, her hips rising and falling as her buttocks came down heavily on his thighs.

"Unnff... Yes... Yes!"

Holly's hiss rolled over him, Ropes' claws pricking into her thighs, dragging her down, his desire for her only mounting all the more, a fervent pulse of need that could only be satisfied by one thing alone. The tightness of her anal entrance closed around him, tighter at the pucker than inside her delectable warmth, luring him on. Holly cried out, breasts leaking, milk soaking her chest and trailing down her stomach where it soaked into the darker fur there too, whimpering and grunting, not caring how she presented herself to him. He saw her in her purest, rawest form and that was all there was to it, a passion in her heart driving her on as she rode him. Her pussy squeezed down, drooling around nothing, though she wanted so much more too, groaning harshly, breath raking through her lungs and windpipe.

"Fuck... Harder!"

Her tail hole was so tight that he had to put more and more force into his thrusts, the two of them revelling in the deliciousness of the moment. It was there for them to take and there was no sensation leftover that was going to stop them from enjoying themselves completely and utterly, a moan rising, twisting into another. There was no moment in which there was no passion to be adored as Holly tightened even further around him, craving and wanting, her head thrown back. That the bare expanse of her vulnerable throat was on show was no matter to her, perfectly safe with her lover and everything he did for her.

Holly snarled, lips pulling back from her teeth as if she was a predator species too, though even that was strange enough in a moment like that. She grunted thickly, lips pressing back together, the need to orgasm pounding up within her like the thrust of his dick, stretching her open. Tentacles plunged into her pussy without any warning and she screamed out her climax, bucking and twisting on his cock, hips rocking back and forth, tail flagged all the way up. All her body was concerned with was the delight of passion, the high that she craved over and over again, Ropes holding her fast, regardless of how his claws pricked into her hips, digging in more viciously than had been the case when she'd "just" been a skunk.

In that moment, she was so much more than that, Ropes' eyes locking adoringly onto her, drinking in her essence. He shot his load up under her tail but there was not a moment in which to relax, his cock remaining hard as he thrust and thrust, the cougar so caught up in lust that stopping then would have been entirely untoward. He moaned out loud, matching her groan for groan, throat tight with emotion that he had never thought that he would feel again, hissing through his teeth as he seeded her tight pucker.

Again and again, as the morning wore on, they fucked. There was nowhere else for the two of them to be and they took full advantage of that, bodies coming together over and over again until even the demon collapsed in a purring mess, tentacles limp and tail dangling lightly over the side of the bed.

"Mmm... I love you..."

Holly murmured something by way of reply but he was purring in sleep already, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth softly, lightly.

Sometimes there was time for that too.

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Things were easier for Ropes out in public with a wife who did not care any longer for him to hide that he was a demon. He shook his head at how open she was with him, holding his paw, even not minding the fact that he kept his tentacles out more often. Of course, she got sidelong looks out and about and others stepped away from them, though Holly mocked them for being scared, for discriminating where eyes averted.

"What's the matter? Never seen a cat with tentacles, have you? Your loss, darling!"

She winked and licked her lips saucily, scaring off a stag who had been scowling before she'd latched onto him with her attention. No one would stand up to Holly and Ropes laughed, sliding an arm around her waist to draw her in closer and ensure too that she did not harass any more nervous bystanders.

"Honey... You don't have to do that. It's nice to be out, that's it. We don't have to worry about what others think."

Holly frowned.

"I guess... I do know that, but I don't like how they look at you. I don't like that they're scared of you. There are so many different furs in the world - why are they funny about a cougar that just has tentacles and pale eyes?"

Ropes blinked, shaking his head.

"It would make them more comfortable if I wore my contacts again, to hide that glow, but it just doesn't seem...worth it anymore. Seriously, I'm happy to deal with this. It's better this way, because now I have you."

"Aww..."

Blushing, Holly pressed in close to kiss him tenderly, though she did have to push down her desire for him, as difficult as that was to do at times. They were out in public and that was just one of many things that a fur did not do in public, as much fun, honestly, as it would have been to shove him down on a bench and mount him right then and there on the sidewalk.

A day off, however, meant that they didn't have to rush around, even though they were out that day to head to the supermarket. Conveniently, it happened to be near the park and, well, Holly and Ropes had not had many more traditional dates even when he had been with his ex-wife. Things had changed so much then, especially with her pregnancy, and the cougar walked along lightly with his paw in hers, thumb rubbing softly over the back of her paw and knuckles.

"It's such a nice day," he murmured, speaking quietly to keep their conversation between them. "And it's made all the more lovely for being here with you."

Holly blushed, waving him off, though he did not release her paw from his as she pulled away, their arms stretched out between them like a thread that would not break.

"Hah! You're just saying that because you think you're going to get some later on, you kinky cat..."

No one was near and she grinned as she scooted in close, hitching her leg up against his hip as his tentacles helped position her. It put their crotches in close as they pressed into a rocky platform that extended out over the lake that was in the centre of the park, built outward with a deck that was romantic for lovers. But they were not there to merely take in the sights but relive parts of Holly's younger years that were softer and sweeter than even his tender kisses teasingly peppering her lips and muzzle.

"Mm... What's got you being all sweet today then?"

Holly nuzzled into his neck, the plastic bag rustling in her paw as she held it aside, though it was not at the forefront of her mind at that time.

"Hm..." Ropes bopped her nose with a tentacle, drawing a squeak from the surprised skunk. "I think it's just being with you. How can I not be like this when everything has come out so perfectly?"

Of course, the ones that were cast aside in the process were not mentioned, but, even then, it would have been a blessing to them to be set free. It was no justice to them to stay in unhappy relationships, however brutal the endings had been. Though it would have been intriguing too to see just how their lives had turned out...

With one last kiss, Holly towed her lover gently down to the smaller pontoons pushing out over the lake, something that fisher-furs used to cast their lines out from, though they were perfectly stable. The ducks there knew just what she was there for, mallards swarming along with coots and moorhens, ducking and bobbing, water lapping up around their waterproof feathers.

"Here they come!"

It was a childish glee that filled Holly as she reached into the bag for the little bit of bread that she had brought along, the stale stuff that no one wanted to eat leftover from the week. There were special duck pellets in there too, which she'd been told were better for the birds than bread on its own, but with the turn of the weather into the autumn months, it had to be more difficult for them to find all the food that they needed. And it would be even harsher for them in the winter months.

Holly sighed. She remembered being hungry in winter, especially over the school vacations, when there had not been enough food to go around her household. As the oldest, she'd made sure that her younger siblings got the lion's share, even sharing food from her plate to theirs, which only put her at a disadvantage, though she'd known it had to be done. It was her choice and she didn't regret it at all, Ropes carefully funnelling money back to her family too now that they were married and official, ensuring that they never again fell on hard times. It was funny how being a demon led to others avoiding him and yet pushed his career higher and higher, his influence unparalleled.

Still, no one in her family was going to go hungry again and neither would she, her stomach warm from a full breakfast as she cast out food to the ducks, such little souls, so that they too would not fall on harder times. It was all that she could do and Ropes joined her, dipping his paw into the tub of pellets, sweeping his arm back behind his head and flinging them far out so that the smaller, less aggressive and forthright birds would have a chance too.

Holly laughed.

"Good throw!"

The calls of the birds and the quacks resounding were all she needed to feel relaxed, to go back to a quieter time, a simpler time, even though she did not have anything in her life that she felt the need to escape from either. All was as it was meant to be as they shared the moment, Ropes using his tentacles to help open the plastic bag for her, one that had been crumpled up and shoved to the back of the cupboard, yet always seems to come out when it was time to go out to feed the ducks, one of Holly's favourite things to do. Sometimes it was the little things like that that made up a life together and that was only then becoming something that Ropes appreciated more, even coming to treasure it.

It was something more than what he had had...before.

The ducks were fed and the shopping was to be done, but that was easy enough with everyone giving them a wide berth. It helped a little when they were trying to hustle and hasten through the supermarket, having spent too long without being "close" to one another, lusts rising. Ropes was better at controlling that side of himself than she was, still needing to learn when she could let that raw and feral side of her lust out to play while still carrying on with normal, daily life: it would come in time. Still, a little touch and brush of their fur against one another while one was reaching for cereal or Ropes holding Holly while she leaned over into the cart, her stomach getting in the way even though she was not particularly huge yet, his crotch pressing up to her hip.

"Mmm..." She giggled, glancing back at him. "Thank you, darling, but don't you think you're a little bit too close there?"

Ropes blinked, but there was nothing innocent about it.

"I think I'm right where I'm supposed to be."

Holly shivered, his tentacles sliding under her jacket as they walked close together, struggling to steer the cart down into the drinks aisles, though it was just as well that they were almost done. Her pussy tensed, expecting something that could not quite yet come, and Ropes took a chance while eyes were averted, worming a tentacle between her thighs where her essence warmed through.

"You're so hot for me, princess..."

Holly gulped, throat working, jaws moving, but there were no words to come out that would not have been swallowed up in a moan. She could only grunt a reply, heat rising to her neck and cheeks, and try to keep going, rushing a little when she wanted to be out and with him, riding him so viciously in the car that the whole vehicle bounced and creaked, showing off to everyone what was going on.

Oh, it was hard, though Ropes' shaft strove to swell even as he controlled himself. He could feel the little barbs trying to plump up, even then, fleshing out, his need rising, following Holly's sexy arse down to the checkout lines, which could not go quickly enough for him. He purred and nuzzled her cheek, that touch enough to bring a rise of goose flesh to her skin, though he knew that everything was going to come to that seductive high soon enough. He only had to be patient, tail flicking back and forth softly, paying for them both, their joint accounts finally all set up after the hassle of financials after the initial split. It was easier that way.

He pushed the cart back to the car, though it was Holly that unloaded everything in a fervour, near enough throwing things into the back of the car just to get things done. Ropes chuckled, trying to slow her, though that was difficult enough as he wanted the same thing, the bulge in his jeans rising. It made an obvious shape in the front of his clothes and his tentacles twirled rampantly, not knowing that they had to restrain themselves, for that was something too that was simply not in the nature of being a demon.

"Come on, honey..."

Holly dragged him into the car, lips crashing clumsily to his, tongues tangling and twisting, lust rising headily. The doors may have been barely closed and they may have been in public but that was not about to stop her from kissing him so deeply, grasping the front of his coat to draw him in closer, passion mounting. Her pussy tried to close down on an imaginary partner, whimpering and groaning softly, her cougar responding in kind as his ears slipped back.

"Mmm... My queen, we have to go home."

He purred throatily, starting the car, taking control while he didn't allow room for her to argue, as much as Holly grumbled and pouted. She wasn't about to let him push her off for too long, however, as they pulled out of the parking lot, her nose delving down to his crotch and fingers fussing with his belt and the button on his jeans, trying to get everything done in one instant. She moaned, pushing on, not caring anything more for the day she was leaving behind, her lust so high that she would take anything at all that she could get in that moment.

Ropes grunted, putting a little too much pressure on the gas pedal as his speed crept up, chuffing lightly under his breath as she managed to free his erection. Her lips wasted not a moment more in devouring his hot length, drawing him sultrily into the back of her mouth as she gulped and swallowed it down. He could barely keep his hips pinned down in the seat, rocking and humping up, his lips pressed together against a yowl that was well on its way to heralding the loss of control.

It was just too seductive to feel her sliding her lips over his shaft, tongue swirling around the tip, the sensitive glands eager for her attention as she eased the skin of his uncut cock back with her paw around the base of his dick. It only took a drop of sensation to push a lover that far and she whimpered, all the same, twisting back and forth, head bumping his arm, though he wouldn't have stopped driving when there was nowhere suitably secluded for them to pull over. No, he would have to keep going as her tongue pressed up to the underside of his cock, an extra nuance of sensation that had him grunting softly in the back of his throat, wanting more, always more...

He was fortunate that the skunk was so amenable to him, her throat working as she swallowed his pre-cum, the steady "splurt" of it something that was inevitable in the grand scheme of things. It didn't matter to the cougar that he had only gotten off a few hours ago, already randy and ready to go all over again, groaning in the back of his throat while his demonic side yearned to give in to his passion. Screw the road, screw the car! It didn't want to wait, wanted to bend her over the seat and shove his own backside back against the window of the car while he humped her furiously and fiercely like there was no tomorrow.

His mind went there while his body remained in place, moaning out loud, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a feral snarl. While her mouth seduced his shaft, his mind saw her bent over, her arse raised, cock ploughing home. Her pussy opened up around him in his mind's eye, deeper and pushing, spreading her open, his dick back where it belonged. Even though life had to go along outside the bedroom, it was simply too much for him to hold back in that moment, grunting and howling, snarling like the beast he was.

He had to have her, had to fuck her, breed her, seeing her stomach swell over and over again. Her mouth could do such wonderful things to him but it was her cunt that was the main event, huffing and grunting in the driver's seat as he lusted for that divinity of her pussy above all else. There didn't always need to be tenderness between them when he wanted her so badly, humping and heavily, chest shuddering with the need to breathe, even though he could hold his breath for longer than most mortals, even in such a situation. His hips juddered up, fur damp with sweat, his inner thighs fragrant with soft musk that only drew his lover in all the more.

She would not stop, could not stop, not until he had reached his high, passion slipping in the tease of her lips. Holly moaned around him, letting the soft vibrations from her lips travel down his cock, stimulating even his balls, which usually only felt the touch of her lips and tongue. He bucked and thrust, spearing up into her muzzle, though he was closer and closer to the point of no return, fingers sliding and tightening around the steering wheel.

"Fuck, Holly... I'm..."

He didn't have to give her any warning at all and yet he felt as if he had to even in that moment, his stomach lurching, other cars passing him on the road, no one else at all knowing as to what they were doing. Well, he thought there might have been one truck driver that peered in from a higher-level cab and raised an eyebrow at him, but everyone knew that they saw some shit on the roads. Ropes would not be the first that they caught getting head nor the last either!

Yet he could not hold back as his nuts ached and churned, feeling tighter before the first spurt of cum poured into the back of Holly's mouth. The skunk was not ready, despite his warning, moaning around him, cum dribbling out of the corners of her lips and down to his crotch, slopping back along his length. She groaned around him, letting the muffled cries roll forth, even though she didn't have much in the way of support as the car hit a bump in the road. His still-spurting cock shoved into the back of her throat and she struggled not to gag on him, stomach rolling, bracing herself on his thighs even as her hair fell into her face and eyes.

Of course, Ropes was there to help her back up again though, the last dribbles of cum painting her muzzle, though it was close enough to her lips that the skunk could lap it off deliciously, laughing while she regained her breath.

"Hah... Thought I was going to take it all down my throat that time!"

If she'd been a feline, she would have lapped her face, groaning softly, sweeping it off, though all she wanted was more. A little was not enough and the burning heat in her pregnant body was still, very much, not sated, hips trying to rise, her panties soaked through. Whimpering and rubbing her face against his cock, she wished she could lay her head down in his lap to relax, though it was not the time for that. That would have been strange in a car, even if it had been stationary, but a well-placed whisper in Ropes' ear had him speeding up again, hustling for home for other reasons than the perishables warming in the trunk of the car.

They tumbled into one another's arms as soon as the frozen and fresh goods were put away, leaving bread and tins for later, moaning and groaning right there on the kitchen floor as Holly lost her clothes and arched back onto his shaft.

"Oh, yes... Fuck - harder! I need youuu!"

She could have said anything, on all fours and desperate for the rod of his cock as it plunged deep, and it would have had the same effect, driving into her with wild abandon. The cougar threw all tenderness to the window, the white flash of his teeth showing behind his black lips, snarling like a beast, hunkering down and hunching over her, almost as if his hackles were raised. He let out a vicious growl that rumbled up from the pit of his blackened soul, slamming her forward, the weight of her stomach, even then, threatening to drag her down to the ground.

Holly's cries drove him on, Ropes yowling furiously as he ground in over and over, her hot tightness closing around him. Her cunt was all he wanted, the demon blind to anything else, forgetting to even drink in her essence, her sexual desire, for there was no need to feed all the time when he was already full. The heavy, over-full, gluttonous sensation was not one that was appealing to him and he took care not to overfill himself, his tentacles writhing, making him appear more monstrous and terrifying in that moment alone. They were not needed then as he ground in, her folds so very tight around him that he could not have pulled out, even if he'd tried, until his sexy wife was good and done with him.

Ropes shuddered, letting out a raspy yowl. Wasn't that what every demon wanted?

The skunk tried to cling to and brace herself on the slick, smooth kitchen floor, everything seeming more slippery under her fur, though she had to stay where she was, half-propped up against the kitchen cupboards. They were all the support she was going to get except from the cougar behind her, his barbs catching all the right spots for her as he slammed in deviously. The roll of his hips was all that she wanted, panting out harsh, dragging breaths, trying to arch back but simply finding herself forced to submit to the moment.

That came with its own sense of luxury, the cougar hissing, climaxing, yet that climax was not one that he would pause in the middle of. No, he could lust for her, for the passion, all he wanted, filling her to the brim, and he would still keep going, fucking her with raunchy wildness, cum drooling and squelching out along the line of his cock. It had nowhere else to go even as the hump and grind of his body strove to thrust it deeper and deeper, her body thick and wanton, shoving back at him.

"Oh, yes... Yes, yes - more! Ropes, fuck meee!"

Her cry burst into one of climax, the syllables drawn out as she shrieked and let go into the ultimate release. Her muscles tightened, heat spreading through her as if she was being lanced through, but in a way that sent shot after shot of delectable pleasure to all the right places. She howled and tried to cling to something, anything, to root herself in the moment, crying out again and again as she rode out the waves of the throbbing high. Her lover kept right on fucking her through it, the slop of their juices easing the passage of his cock, harder and faster than ever, slamming in viciously, giving the devious delight that she had craved all along.

Tenderness... Oh, that was needed as they fucked and fucked, Ropes emptying not one, not two but three loads into his loving wife. They needed that but what they needed was the slam and grind of furtive lust coming together. Her body was better-built for his savageness in a way that it had never been before, her muscles stronger, showing through lightly where her fur was not fluffed up more. The thickness of it gave her a wilder taste altogether too that Ropes simply could not resist, growling deep in the back of his throat as cum practically poured from her pussy, drooling down her inner thighs, her pussy a gaping mess of their sexual fluids combined in the very best of ways.

When he took her to the bath afterwards, a murmuring puddle of afterglow, Holly was barely coherent, though three words still managed to leap to her lips.

"I love you."

Ropes smiled.

"I love you too, princess... Just relax now."

And, so, she would, under her lover's direction, teasing him, lusting for him, letting him wash her clean, the sweat of their liaison easing from her fur. For later that day, they would do it all again, her pussy tight and ready all over again for the passion that came forth so sensually.

As it was meant to.

However, things were set to become more difficult, straining, alternate times twisting into the modern realm. Neither of them could have recognised the signs without knowing that they all tied in together: the missed phone call, the sudden problem with the electric bill, how the front garden gate swung open to their home when they were both sure that they had left it clothes. There were other signs too, small symptoms of a bigger problem, but that was just something that they were going to have to decipher when it landed right on their doorstep.

The bell rang.

"I'll get it!"

To be continued in part six...

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