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"The Wolf Den."

Maichail stared up at the neon-blue sign, shaped like a wolf howling at the outline of a white circle. The steady thump of club music seemed to beat against his ears, his right flicking unconsciously as the beat mixed with a siren-like tune. It was simple and effective, a mix of color and sound that would draw attention to anyone driving or walking through the city - which made the fact that there was no line leading into the club unusual. Paws in his jacket pockets, he paced down the sidewalk towards the entrance, spotting one lone figure; a short albino otter, with short, red-dyed hair, standing at the door with her arms crossed and her eyes alert.

He raised an eyebrow, shrugging and approaching the bouncer. "Slow night?" he said, getting her attention.

The otter glanced at him, shrugging. "Slow enough. The dance floor is just about full, but most folks are probably paying more attention to the football game tonight." She looked him over. "You look alright, I guess. You want in?"

"What's the entrance fee?" he asked.

"On a busy night with a line, thirty bucks. No line right now, so twenty will get you in."

"Liquor any good?"

"It's not my go-to when I want a beverage," she admitted. "But they haven't disappointed me, either."

"How's the prey?" he asked with a half-smile.

She snickered. "Dude, don't be surprised if _you_end up being chased tonight. You got alotta hungry men and thirsty women past those doors, and the ambiance is pretty good at making sure most people don't leave without a phone number or a partner."

He nodded, peering through the glass door behind her - just from a quick count he could see no fewer than four women of varied attractiveness among a few men. His tastes weren't too particular at most times, but the fairer sex seemed more to his appetite for tonight. It took him only a moment to decide, digging into his back pocket and handing her his ID.

She flipped it around with a keen eye, nodding and handing it back to him. "Looks good." When he held out a few bills she reached out, then stopped and gave him a half-smile. "Y'know what? Nah, you're good."

"Something wrong?" he said, frowning.

"Nah, dude, you're fine. I haven't seen your face around here before, so you must be from outta town, right?"

He hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah."

"I'll give you this one on me, alright?" She held up a finger. "But you better put that money towards givin' a cute lady or handsome boy a drink. Play your cards right and you'll walk out with one of each on your arms."

"That's the plan," he admitted with a grin. "At least for one."

"Good - and no causin' any trouble, or I'll have to kick your handsome ass," she added, giving him a sharp-toothed grin as she stepped aside and held the door open.

"Fair enough," he chuckled, stuffing the bills back in his pocket and walking in.

The first of his senses to be overwhelmed was smell. The very air around him was loaded with all manner of pleasant scents, a mix of cologne and perfume, a slight air of alcohol, and the subtle hint of mammals in the middle of estrus. A warmth bloomed in his chest and stomach at the last of these scents, pushing him deeper into the club.

Heavy beats echoed against the walls, reverberating through the floor, and it was hard not to imagine that same beat was causing everyone on the dance floor to jump along with it. Bodies of every species Maichail expected, and a few he didn't, were mingling in the center of the building, some at arm's length, content to show off their movements to others around them and savoring the attention of their audience; others in the arms of their partners, their movements and expressions suggesting they were only one hotel room away from a night of hot sex. Overhead was a dimly-lit sphere, with hundreds of pinpricks of light in the ceiling, which seemed to revolve and give the impression of a crowd dancing under a night sky.

His movements were minimal, though he still swayed and moved to the beat, just enough to enjoy the music without lowering his attention while he scanned the club. He was not looking for the most vulnerable prey, nor the easiest to chase. A raven in a red dress, his tits bouncing as she danced between a pair of cheetah brothers- hmm, no, she seemed to already be smitten by her partners.

A gazelle in shorts and a midriff-baring shirt, her eyes wild- hard pass. Even with his limited experience with addicts he could tell she was on drugs.

He shook his head, switching to the opposite sex. A stocky and handsome akita with pride colors dyed in his tail, looking impressive on the floor- ah, no, there comes his boyfriend, and Maichail had no interest in breaking up a cute couple.

A well-dressed gecko near the edge of the dance floor, looking stiff and out-of-place despite his colorful skin- but something about his body language and expression told Maichail that he was only a few interactions away from leaving out of social anxiety. Too much work to make someone else comfortable, and that was assuming the gecko was into other males.

No prey stood out- but it didn't matter. The music was good enough that he took a few minutes to lose himself in the sound and sensation. In time it felt as if it was his own heartbeat causing the floor to shake; in that time, a dozen or so eyes flicked to him in interest, as it to judge him as suitable prey for their own needs.

Then he saw her. And he almost stopped completely.

The size told him she was a cougar, standing a head shorter than himself; but the golden-brown pelt and body told him she was a lionness, a body that was firm and athletic, yet soft enough in just the right places, her white sleeveless shirt stretched over her bust and her blue jeans hugging the curves of her hips and ass. Her hair was blonde, loose and medium length, adorned with six beads in blue, gold, and white; her eyes sparkled like blue sapphires in the minimal light around them. While a few hungry gazes were focused on her, not a single person made an attempt to get nearer, the feline keeping a comfortable distance from everyone else as she performed, demonstrating movements and steps that seemed more instinctive and free than thought out and restrictive. A small smile of contentment was on her muzzle, as if she was lost in rhythm of the song and percussion, completely at peace with her surroundings.

Her eyes fell on the gray wolf and eyes widened slightly, slowing her rhythm and staring at him. The wolf's pulse quickened as the two regarded each other, perhaps twenty feet away, nearly half a minute of them locked in each other's gazes. Her smile widened and she seemed to loosen up, moving away from the floor and making a beeline for the bar, taking one last glance his way.

Maichail grinned, reading her reaction and moving through the crowd to follow her. This would be his prey tonight.

She seated herself at one end of the bar, trading a few words with the vulpine bartender before pulling her smartphone out of her pocket. He took a seat on the other end, more than far enough away that he couldn't hear the conversation she was having. The bartender glanced his way and moved to him, grabbing a glass on the way. "What can I get you, buddy?"

"A dark lager - and whatever that young woman at the other end there ordered, on me," he added, fishing out a wad of bills.

The fox gave him a half-grin. "She usually likes ale, but she got the gin and tonic this time." He grabbed a flute glass from beneath the still, a highball from the counter behind him. In seconds he was working on the drink, leaning in close and speaking low. "She's been here the last few nights, looking for a warm body, I reckon. Not easy to please or impress, but a few guys have tried. Want I should... help speed things along?"

The wolf's brow furrowed. "Meaning...?"

"An extra five bucks and I can 'sweeten' her drink for you," the fox smirked. "Guy like you looks like you could take care of her."

Maichail's blood went cold and he got up from the bar. "The fuck is wrong with you?!" he snapped, barely managing to keep his voice at a reasonable level. "Are you seriously asking me if I want to roofi--"

"Easy, easy!" the fox said quickly, holding his paws up. "Calm down, you passed the test!"

The wolf glared at him. "What the hell do you mean, 'test?'"

"He means my test," a nearby voice said.

Her voice was calm and sweet, enough for his rattled nerves to be smoothed and his temper to be cooled in only a few moments. He turned to see the lionness standing a few feet away, treating him to a warm smile as she moved into the seat next to the one he'd just gotten up from.

"I'm sorry about that," she offered, gesturing him to sit again. "I had a feeling you would follow me to the bar, and I appreciate you wanting to buy my drink, but I asked Penn here to watch the drinks and put that question towards anyone who looked my way, or any other young woman I was concerned about." She held her paw out. "My name is Syrra Surnahm."

"Oh." The wolf hesitated, now fully on the back foot. It took a few seconds for him to reach out and shake her paw. "Maichail Sebastian."

"You can sit here, I promise," she encouraged him. "I know it might have been a little unkind, but you'd be surprised how many guys try to roofie a girl here."

"Well, I had every intention of being forward tonight," he replied, managing to smile back as he sat back down. He turned to the bartender. "Right, so... dark lager and an ale, right?"

"You were paying attention - I was worried you'd see past the gin and tonic," she admitted with a laugh. "Not the kind of drink a frequent club-goer will go for." The fox returned with two full glasses and set them before the pair. "Thanks, Penn."

"On me," Maichail reminded him, handing over the bills before grabbing his drink.

"No hard feelings, I hope?" the feline pressed, holding her glass out.

"None at all," the wolf assured her, tapping his glass against hers. "It's pretty nice of you to look out for the patrons here, even though you're here to unwind or relax."

"I love to work the floor a bit," she nodded. "But I used to be a cop, and that part of me didn't really go away. Rook, the bouncer up front, is a friend of mine, we have a thing going on where I'll help keep an eye on things in here. In return, I get in for free."

"Makes sense, probably keeps the customers safe and happy," the wolf guessed. "You still do things like that for a living?"

"Nah, I work with my mother part-time as a physician, plus a little bit of writing on the side," she said, taking a moment to get a swig of her drink. "How about you?"

"Scientist," he answered with a wan smile. "Alot of complex and boring stuff, but it pays the bills - and the patents are always nice to have, since I don't work for a university."

"You're new in town?" she asked.

"A couple of weeks, yeah. One of my brothers pointed me this way while I was looking for something to keep me entertained. Neither of my teams is playing the game tonight, so I took his advice and decided to check this place out."

"Well, I hope you plan on staying for a while," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "It doesn't take long for a girl to get lonely without some good company."

The look did more than a little to intrigue him and he started to reply- only for his eyes to fall on her paw again, noticing the ring and sapphire gemstone set within. She cocked her head curiously, then followed his gaze to the jewelry, breaking into a giggle when she realized what he was looking at.

"I... didn't know you were--"

"Married," she acknowledged, holding it up for him to see, though her smile didn't fade. "For about a year now. But as it turns out, my husband is out of town for a week so he can meet and fuck another woman. I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear about him, though."

"I... see," Maichail said softly. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be," she said kindly, scooting in a little closer. "It means I'm free to pursue what I want. That's part of why I came here tonight, in fact - I was hoping maybe I'd find some company and treat myself to a nice, long night with different man."

The wolf arched an eyebrow at that. "That's... pretty forward of you, honestly."

"Maybe it is, but I get the sense that you were doing a little 'hunting' tonight," she pointed out. "I'm not easy prey, and I'm a pretty good hunter myself. I think where we _might_differ is in what either of us wants. So... before anything else, tell me what it is you would like tonight."

The wolf considered her for a second, a little intrigued by her forwardness and approach, but he didn't feel anything but honesty coming from her. After a few moments her shrugged. "I guess I came here looking to meet someone new, maybe working my way up to building a relationship with someone nice as a long-term goal. But in the short-term I was more interested in finding a warm body to share a bed with, male or female." He chuckled. "What can I say? I'm just another guy."

"I don't blame you for wanting to find someone to sleep with," she purred, leaning in and putting a paw on his. "And I certainly wouldn't mind working a relationship out with a handsome wolf like you. If you're not averse to entering into an intimate relationship in reverse, I think you and I could be great."

"I'd like that," he replied, holding her paw. "But I wouldn't want to be a rebound, either. I'm not looking for a one-night stand, if it's the right woman."

"Then maybe," she suggested in a low, sultry voice, "you should stay for a few nights."

They didn't stay longer than three hours, with the both of them eager to have as much time in the evening to spend with each other. Soon they were on the streets, paw-in-paw, taking their time getting to Syrra's apartment. It was a strange sensation to Maichail, to already have agreed to being intimate with another person only an hour after meeting them. He had indulged in a couple of one-night stands, quick moments of intense passion that thankfully didn't devolve into stalking or hostility; and a few attempts at a long-term relationship that never took off completely. But this was new to him. Syrra's disposition was still sunny, friendly, such that Maichail found it amazing that she wasn't torn up about her husband having cheated on her.

He had anticipated that the walk to her place would involve her griping about the fate of her marriage, perhaps her mate's inability to satisfy her desires or his neglect to her needs as a woman - something to hint at the pain she might have been hiding. Yet her mood did not waver, and she never said a word about it, keeping up a spirited discussion about the joys of writing for a living. It was easy for him to be attentive to it, given her enthusiasm.

"I like the process of creating something new," she told him, staring up at the sky. "Plenty of modern writers would say nothing is original, that you only have a limited palette of the same colors that everyone else uses, or the same tropes and concepts people have been relying on for centuries. But it's like saying you can't use the same building blocks to make something original."

"Sounds like something you'd learn from a writing professor," said Maichail.

"Maybe," she shrugged. "I had a great teacher to learn from. But sometimes creative writing just means you have to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. Something you've never experienced before, to have that fresh perspective."

"Kind of like what we're doing?" he suggested with a chuckle.

She stopped and turned to him, still holding his paw. "Like what we're doing," she agreed. "I don't blame you if you're feeling awkward about what we're aiming for. It's not what most people do- change is scary, sometimes." She smiled, though she looked hopeful. "If you're uncomfortable with this, just let me know."

The wolf could not help but smile in return. "Syrra, if anything, I'm feeling _more_comfortable with the idea. It's new, yeah, and it _is_a little wild. But you don't seem like you're unhappy or doing this out of revenge of spite. Honestly... you're making it really easy to like you as a person."

"I'm glad for that," she purred, turning and gesturing to the apartment behind her. "This is our place, here. Should we lay down some ground rules?"

Maichail nodded. "Safe word?"

"Noodles."

"That's a new one," he laughed. "Anal?"

"Not my favorite, but I enjoy it sometimes," she admitted. There was a pause, the feline biting her lip as she moved in closer. "Oral?"

"I'll get you there, one way or another," he told her softly, sliding his arms around her sides. "Condoms? I made sure to bring some."

She shook her head, smiling up at him. "No. You do this raw every minute you're here. And you'll probably run out if you're staying for a couple of days."

The wolf stiffened, taking in a subtle breath - he could smell her scent, now. Despite her being the first feline he would ever take intimately, he could identify the aroma of a lionness in heat. She got in closer, face close enough that her sapphire eyes pierced into his.

"Cum inside?"

He leaned in.

"Anywhere you want- especially inside."

Their lips met and in that moment what little concern Maichail had for this turn of events evaporated. Instinct and emotion told him he wanted to be a part of this woman's life, to claim her as his own; it told him that nothing that was happening now was wrong in any way. The intensity of their kiss was enough to tell the wolf she desired him as much as he desired her. Their tongues met, their bodies drew closer. Now he could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs, the purr in her chest as her breasts squeezed against him.

They broke off, and the urge to say something swelled in the wolf- until she brought a finger to his lips.

"Not yet," she whispered. "But soon."

The apartment was the perfect size for a young married couple to start a family, and it quickly became a thought Maichail could not get out of his head as his lips marked every open inch of Syrra's body. Whether it was due to the scent of a woman who was at the perfect moment to be bred, or because her moaning and chirping was sweet and songlike, the wolf could not decide, but he said nothing of it as he peeled clothing off of her body little by little, leaving them lying around the living room floor.

Her shirt came off and it was immediately apparent that she had been planning for tonight, or at least anticipating it, as her ample breasts came into view, its white-lace patterns not enough to conceal her dark brown teats. Below were four smaller vestigial nipples, dark and subtle beneath her golden fur. His shirt came off next and in moments the couple was kissing again, her tits pressed against his strong, bare chest, her fingers brushing through the fur and massaging the muscles. His paws, meanwhile, busied themselves in liberating the lionness from her jeans, his fingers quickly undoing her button and zipper, tugging it down; she stepped out of them and kicked them aside, leaving her in a white, ribbon-tied, lace g-string that allowed his paws to roam her ass.

"You're beautiful," he said simply, as his trousers crumpled to the floor in a pile that he quickly kicked away.

"And you're a handsome pup," she purred, licking his neck and chin. Her paw went to the bulge in his boxers and she took in a surprised breath, the purr amplifying. "A big one, too."

"Bigger than your husband's?" he smirked.

"Shh, let's not talk about him now," she suggested with a grin, pulling him towards the couch. Once she was seated she pulled his boxers down, eyes widening at the healthy sheath and plump balls. "Besides, you're impressive as it is - I'm going to have plenty of fun tonight."

"You're welcome to explore some more," he offered, reaching down to cup her face.

"I expect you to treat me in turn," she purred.

She did not rush, kissing the tip of his sheath, teasing what little of his cock had peeked out to greet her oral affections. With a skill and patience no doubt born from years of practice, she handled his balls, hefted them up and caressed the soft fur around them, giving each potent orb a subtle squeeze that sent pleasant tingles through his loins. His cock reacted, sliding out of his sheath and bumping against her nose, causing her to giggle. He took a breath and held it, anticipating the moment- when her soft lips presses around the girth of his first few inches, he let out a low groan, his paw moving from her face to her ears.

It was amazing how attentive she was, transitioning between suckling the expanding length, drawing her pleasantly rough tongue across the surface of his shaft, and nuzzling the base, all in an effort to goad the rest of his cock out into the open. A bead of precum formed and she intercepted it with the tip of her tongue, smearing the slick lubricant across his rod. Switching between these methods, in addition her paw cupping and massaging his balls, was effective enough that in minutes she had slickened his shaft with a mix of saliva and cock-drool, glistening in what little light remained in the darkened room.

"Don't hold back," she purred up at him, worshiping his cock with her nose nuzzling beneath his balls and her forehead bunting against his shaft. "I'm experienced, I can take it." She didn't wait for him to respond, dragging her tongue all the way up from his balls, along the subtle cum-vein running the 'neath of his cock, flicking the tip of his canine shaft, and then sliding her muzzle and throat down all but an inch of his length.

He sucked in a sharp breath, shivering and groaning loud as her tongue and lips began their efforts around his shaft. Though no stranger to getting a blowjob, Syrra was quick to prove that she was better than any he'd had before, moving her head back and forth, tightening her lips around the girth, swirling her tongue around it slowly. His first thrust into her face was almost instinctive, a jerk in his hips that caused her nose to be buried in his pubic fur. He almost apologized, hoping he hadn't hurt her with the sudden movement, but a moment's glance into her eyes told him she was fine, easily moving in tandem with the thrust. She paused just long enough to draw her muzzle back, smiling with the head of his cock on her tongue and nodding.

The moment she resumed, he acted on her acceptance, rutting his hips forward and meeting her efforts in the middle, getting more of his cock into her muzzle. In the next thrust she easily swallowed him to the base, deep-throating her lover with no sign of slowing down or easing up on him. Spurred on by her skill and confident that there was little he could do to hurt her accidentally, he slowly settled into a steady face-fucking, putting a paw on the side of her face and guiding her muzzle. A sensation not unlike a pleasant tingle stirred in his balls, right before she pulled back with a gasp.

"Fuck," she purred, "you put out a lot of pre." She grinned up at him. "But you're not allowed to finish in my mouth, hon."

"Much as I love having your mouth around my cock," he admitted as he got to his knees, "I know where I want to plant my seed."

"Then prep me up," she whispered, leaning in and catching his lips. Their kiss was no less intense than the ones they'd shared before, though this time the sweet and salty taste of his own cock was subtle on her lips and tongue. This low to the floor, the potent scent of her heat was like a powerful drug that caused his head to swirl slightly; it was only through their kiss that he seemed able to stay upright. It was more than enough to cause his cock to ache with need, though he pushed it away and put his focus on his prey.

Once the kiss was broken he set to work, tracing his lips down her neck and holding her close as she moaned and mewled, pawing his chest. Both his paws snaked up her back and quickly loosened her bra, peeling the clothing off and exposing her tits to the open air. In less than a second he had attacked, kissing and suckling her left breast and causing her to gasp and moan beneath him, putting a paw over her muzzle to stifle the noise as he poured pure affection into his efforts, tongue swirling around the dark peak. When he drew away it was only to admire the right breast, treating it with no less affection than the other, ensuring that both were hard from arousal and slick with his saliva.

"You're fucking beautiful," he breathed quietly, pausing long enough to admire her toned, yet sufficiently curvy and soft body. "I need to have you."

"You... have me now," she panted. "Maichail... Maichail, I want..."

He looked up to her. "Yes?"

She shook her head. "N-no... not yet. I just... want it so bad..."

His eyes narrowed, a small smile on his muzzle as he dipped low. It would take only a single action to zero in on what she wanted, he knew. Her passed over her tits and aimed lower, nuzzling one of her vestigal nipples and lapping at it only once. She flinched and chirped loudly, arching her back from what had clearly been an intense sensation, leaving her panting and staring down at him.

"I think I know what it is you want," he murmured, nuzzling just below her belly button. "And I'm happy to give it to you."

A gentle push against her tits was all it took to coax the lionness lay back and spread her legs apart for him. Even in the dimly-lit room, he could see the dark stain of feminine dew beneath her lace undergarment. His fingers found the end of the ribbons, and with a smooth motion he drew them back, undoing the knot and pulling away the panties to expose her moist netherlips. The aroma of a fertile female hit the wolf's nose, the sight of her inviting cunny and vulnerable clit drawing him in close, pausing only long enough to inhale her scent deeply and let it burn into his memory.

A sliver of his conscious mind blared out how insane the situation was, that he was about to go down on a woman he'd met barely three hours earlier; how ludicrous it was for him to be falling in love with the lionness despite knowing little about her. The rest of him didn't care, the instinctive urge to please a potential mate too powerful to ignore, but it was not powerful enough to hasten the approach. What was left of his conscious mind, despite being lost in a haze of lust, was adamant on spending as much time as he needed to win Syrra for himself. He had a whole night to treat her - he would do it right.

It was slow, at first, a gentle kissing on the inside of her thighs, her legs draped over his shoulders and his approach calm, inexorable. He let nothing guide him forward but the sight of her cleft and the sounds of her breathing, the lionness letting little gasps each time he moved an inch closer. When his muzzle was a mere three inches away from her entrance she started to tremble, thighs quivering visibly and her breathing becoming louder. His tongue reached out, caressed the pouting lips of her pussy with amazing gentleness- she let out a long, quiet mewl, arching her back. A flick of his tongue swept past her clit and she gasped, her claws digging into the cushion beneath her.

"M-Maichail... no more... please, I'm so ready," she mewled.

His cheeks burned from the praise and he obeyed. This time his lips administered a far more debauched kiss, meeting her netherlips firmly and drilling his tongue past her sweet, heated folds. His ears perked up at the sharp chirp and shaky, purring moan Syrra let out, gasping as her paws reached blindly for his head and rubbed behind his ears. A wordless song of sexual ecstasy poured from Syrra's muzzle, the lionness hooking her legs behind the wolf's shoulders and rolling her loins into his snout as he devoured her, alternating between lapping her hole, swirling his tongue around her clit, or drilling it as deep into her folds as she could. He had nearly lost himself in the act of pleasuring Syrra when her breathing sharpened, quickened, swelled in volume. It was a sound he recognized, a female close to the edge, though she was more passionate in her movements and voice than any he'd had before her. It took little more than pursing his lips around her clit and giving it a gentle suckle to push her past the edge, a cry of lust piercing the air as a deluge of nectar splattered against his chest.

He pulled back, licking his lips. "Better when it's straight from the tap," he growled, savoring the sweet flavor of her lover's nectar. His eyes fell on the shivering feline, still riding the waves of her climax with an audible purr. He chuckled, lowering her legs and resting his muzzle on her belly, waiting for her to recover.

When at last she shook her head clear and looked down at him, she smiled. "That was impressive," she told him with a blush.

"Mmm... I do my best," he replied. "I'm curious, though."

"About what?" she asked.

He hesitated. "About whether I compare to him," he said simply.

She shook her head, her smile still sweet. "I neither want to humble you or exalt you, Maichail. I only want to be with you, right now- no worries, no comparisons, no regrets."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be," she purred, pulling him into her. "The last thing I want is to spoil these next three days and nights by making you worry or fret. It'll be time to learn more about each other." She nuzzled him. "Don't worry about my husband. I'll deal with that when the time comes- and if things go right, you'll be there, too. For now... just focus on us."

"Syrra... I'm... I think I'm falling--"

"Me too," she interjected, licking his cheek. "I'm ready, Maichail... but not here."

"Where is--"

"Upstairs," she said simply.

He got to his feet, now fully-aware of the aching erection he'd been ignoring for the last twenty minutes, and tried to help the feline up. She got to her feet, only to lose balance and fall against him with a chirp and a giggle, purring as he caught her and held her.

"Sorry," she murmured.

"Don't worry, I've got you."

He picked her up, amazed by how relatively light she felt in his arms as he carried her like a newlywed bride up the stairs, coming to a hallway with three doors. The left went into an office-like area, the right to a laundry room - up ahead was the open door to the master bedroom, spacious for a husband and wife with only a year of marriage. He brought her to the bed, laying her down in it.

And froze.

There was a scent in the air. The hackles on the back of his neck flared slightly, a dark feeling building in his chest. To his nose, it could not be clearer that Syrra had only been with one male, the subtle scent of another man's seed barely detectable. But it was more than that, he knew, as he looked around for proof; a picture frame, a loose photograph, a name for the man who was cheating on his new lover.

Syrra stared up at him. "Hon?"

He looked back at her, brow furrowed.

"He's a wolf, isn't he."

Her eyes widened, but she looked thrilled rather than scared.

"And what if I told you he was?"

Something in Maichail triggered and he lunged in, pinning the lionness down and kissing her deeply, rolling his hips into her and sliding his length against her clit. Syrra moaned and bucked against him, wrapping her arms around his body and grazing her wet slit against his throbbing cock as she matched his kiss easily. He broke off, his voice a low growl.

"You're mine."

She swallowed, panting. "Maichail, I--"

"I'm going to make you forget about him," he told her sharply, attacking her neck with a kiss and a nip, making her mewl. There was no pain in her voice - only lust, a tone of longing and desire.

"Maichail!!! Maichail, please!!!"

"You want me to cum inside you, right?" he growled into her ear.

She shivered under him. "Y-yes, I want you to fuck me!"

"You want more than that," he growled louder.

"I want you to breed me!" she cried out.

The wolf's chest burned with desire, her voice still music to his ears. Not a single lover in his past had ever been so passionate, and as he grabbed the base of his cock to angle it into position he found his muzzle pressed against hers once again. The very second his tool caressed between her netherlips, his hips flexed and rolled into her, piercing into her body with a smooth, warm motion. The lionness mewled into his muzzle, her fingers caressing the back of his neck while her other paw clung to his side; her legs spread apart for him, allowing him deeper entry until he was buried to the hilt, filling her to the core. She arched her back, her body flexing beneath him - her tunnel squeezed around his prick, rippling walls gnawing on his throbbing wolf-cock, making the act of drawing out of her twice as difficult, and twice as intense.

He built his rhythm in seconds, just long enough to savor the grip of her inner walls wrapped around his prick, his thrusts long and powerful. What he did not expect was for Syrra to match his efforts, raising her hips up to meet his and offering her body to the lust-driven wolf. The kiss broke and his lips and teeth sought her neck once more, nipping and nuzzling into it all while Syrra clung to him, reduced to a series of gasps and moans; but to her credit, she did not simply turn to puddy in his paws, instead clinging to him and returning as much power as he was giving.

"Are you falling in love with me?" she mewled into his ear.

"God yes," he growled, dragging his tongue up her neck and chin.

"Nnng, good... because I think you'll give me what I want from you."

"Anything, Syrra," he grunted, finding her lips again.

They broke apart and he shifted position, keeping her on her back and getting to his knees, grabbing her right leg and holding it up. Syrra easily let him go, her paws going to her tits and squeezing, holding them in place as he started to fuck her in a perfect L-position. Even as he pistoned his hips, putting strength behind the strokes, he was still able to admired his lover's body. She was nothing short of beautiful, an angel on her back, chirping and writhing beneath him with the cutest O-face he'd seen, man or woman. Her eyes opened and focused on him, the pools of blue filled with pure affection for him.

"God... you're perfect, Syrra," he moaned, reaching out to her. She purred and reached back, palms meeting and fingers intertwined. The grip persisted even as he continued his rutting.

"You're so good," she moaned. "How do you not have a girl of your own?"

"Who said I didn't?" he said with a grin.

"Oh?" She grinned back. "Does she know, I wonder?"

"Not yet," he said, leaning back in and kissing her again - it was a like a drug he could not get enough of, but he broke off seconds later. "How could _anyone_cheat on someone so perfect?"

"Is that what you think?" she purred - and there was a mischievous glint in her eye as she said it.

"Of course you are," he claimed, and she giggled, hiding her face. He pulled her paws away and cupped her cheek. "Nono, I want to see you, Syrra."

"You're a sweetheart," she purred, nuzzling into his paw.

Everything seemed to hit his stamina at once, a combination of the intense oral attention, his constant arousal, and the continuous moaning and begging of the lionness he was breeding. The ache in his balls reached a peak, one he was only barely able to hold back as his knot started to swell, something Syrra seemed to catch on to immediately.

"N-no!" she chirped. "Knot me, Maichail, don't let me go!"

"S-Syrra," he groaned. "You're fertile, I can't--"

"You promised!" Her voice was a tone of longing. "Maichail... knock me up!"

His eyes widened and his heart sang at her words, his back arching as he snarled and plowed his knot past her netherlips, just in time to lock him in. The gripping, gnawing tightness of her vaginal walls bore down on him like a vice even as she screamed and shook beneath him, a splatter of nectar soaking his loins. His voice melded with hers, a long howl erupting from his as his balls drew up and channeled seed through his throbbing girth. Locked in place, sealed tight, his potent spunk had nowhere to go but deep in her belly, flooding the vulnerable chamber in seconds.

She gasped and twitched, her paw going to her belly. "Oh gods... Maichail, I can feel it..." He reached down and placed a paw just below her navel; perhaps it was only his imagination, mixed with his arousal, but he fancied he could feel the pulse of his cock as it poured more baby batter into her womb.

He groaned, holding himself up with one arm as he released Syrra's leg, which quickly wrapped around his hips and pulled him in as they met in another kiss, this one weaker yet no less passionate. He pulled back, panting. "God, Syrra... I l--."

"Not yet, puppy," she purred, tapping his nose playfully and looking up at him with an expression of pure affection. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine- but wait until you know more about me."

His tail wagged, smiling down at her. The passion was still there, but now it was tempered by her request. Things could go badly, he knew - her husband could find out, or she could get pregnant with his pup- yet he found himself simply savoring the moment with this beautiful woman, sharing in the afterglow.

"Three nights," he murmured, nuzzling her. "Are you on BC?"

"Now why would I tell you that?" she giggled. "I think it's a lot more fun if you _don't_know - and I'm pretty sure it wouldn't stop you from trying."

"You're a kinky kitten," he chuckled, licking her cheek. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No!" she said quickly, a blush on her cheeks. "No stay in me, let it go soft naturally." She ran a paw through his fur, kissing his chin. "Just... savor this with me."

The wolf had never woken up feeling so refreshed before- not when it was another person's house, at any rate.

It was to the pleasant sensation of a warm muzzle around his cock, his vision blurry for only a few moments, clearing to reveal Syrra nuzzling his sheath and licking at the few inches of cock that had escaped. Her eyes flicked up at him, noticing he had been roused, and she pulled her muzzle away, looking up at him with a smile.

"Good morning, hon," she purred.

"Good morning, Syrra," he sighed contentedly, stretching out and yawning. "You got an early start, didn't you."

"I'm just looking forward to having a nice weekend," she told him, laying her head on his stomach. "With you."

"Does your husband neglect you this much?" he asked, his smile fading just a little.

"Not really, no," she admitted. "But I think it's only fair that I get to sleep with a cute wolf boy while he bangs a cheetah. I hope you don't mind."

"Not really, no," he parroted, grinning. "Still..."

She cocked her head. "Let me guess- you want more than this, right?"

"Syrra, I would be honored to knock you up, if you really want it," he said, rubbing her ears. "And I would love to be able to spend time with you that isn't just sex."

"So would I." She crawled up to him, kissing his cheek. "Y'know, you can learn a lot about someone by the way they fuck you."

"Oh?" He pulled her into a hug. "So what have you learned about me?"

"You're well-groomed, you take care of yourself," she started. "You're receptive to change, and you believe in a fair trade - which is why you worked so hard to make sure I came as much as you did. Only my husband has been able to do that." She started to stroke his chest. "You're also gentle and loving. You're rough when someone asks you to be, but never abusive. And you like to have fun. I think the only thing you might lack in, if anything, is a little confidence. That might only be due to the fact that, well..."

"It's not a very orthodox way to start a relationship," he finished for her, nodding. "I've never slept with a woman who wanted me to impregnate them from day one, and I doubt many men have. But I think I'm more receptive to the idea, now."

"So what if I told you that I'd eventually want to bring in a few people that I know and trust?" she queried. "Not to sleep with, mind you - not yet. But to make it short, I have a family of sorts that I'm close with, and I think you might like meeting them."

He thought it over, rubbing her side with a paw. Meeting Syrra had been amazing, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to her. If he could know how his brothers would react, he would have a clearer idea of what to say. But it was also his choice, and the opportunity for a genuine relationship, to be a part of someone's life that wasn't his own flesh and blood, was a lure he didn't want to give up without testing it first.

"Well," he finally said, "I think I'd at least like to give it a shot. We've got a few more nights here, right?

"That's right," she purred.

"Then I'd like to make a suggestion," he said turning to face her. "I wanna fuck you more. _Alot_more. And maybe even knock you up, like you want," he admitted, blushing. "But I also want to take you out, go on a date - treat you to a good time with a good guy, like you deserve. And to do that, I'm going to need to get a fresh change of clothes, first," he chuckled.

"I kinda like your scent," she told him, nuzzling into his neck. "But I understand. Just as long as you come back."

He considered his options, then brightened- there was a way to assure he he would return. "C'mon, follow me downstairs, I gotta get my phone."

"Just your phone?" she asked slyly, climbing out of be as he did.

"And my clothes too," he laughed, leading the way back into the living room. Their clothes were still spread across the floor, the stain of cum that Syrra could not keep in when she rode his cock still visible. He had to steel himself for a bit, trying not to get aroused as he grabbed his boxers and pants, digging into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

"What's your plan?" Syrra asked, putting her shirt on, but nothing else as she plopped onto the couch.

"One second - ah, here we go," he said, sitting next to her and pulling up an app for a restaurant. "I've been to this place before, they have a killer breakfast menu." He tapped a few options, bringing up a reservation request. "I'll put two in under 'Syrra' and 'Maichail,' then meet you there."

She checked the address, nodding. "Awesome. That's not far from here at all, I can get a few things done while you get a few things." She climbed into his lap, touching noses with him. "But you gotta promise to spend the next two night here, alright?"

"I promise," he told her, kissing her nose. "I gotta roll the dice a few more times if I'm going to get that belly to swell."

"That's what I like to hear," she said, before giving him a deep kiss.

Twenty minutes by car on clear roads, and he could still feel the pleasant tingle of her lips on his. To say that his head wasn't still spinning from how fast and wild the night had been would be untrue, but he was still looking forward to it all the same, hoping that he and Syrra would hit it off.

As he closed in on home, though, his brow furrowed slightly. It was frustrating, from his perspective, that someone as passionate and loving as the lionness would be ignored, passed up for intimacy with another woman. A part of him wanted to give her mate a piece of his mind, a part that felt a sort of primal satisfaction that she had turned to him instead. That her mate was another wolf seemed to make it like a rivalry - something that unsettled him a little, as he hadn't even met the guy.

He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway of a decently large house. Maybe he could talk it out with him. He could handle one angry ex, after all.

Once he was through the front door he took a moment to listen around him. No activity upstairs or downstairs, nobody in the living room or family room; no sounds of the TV, and no smell of breakfast. But he smiled as he started heading upstairs and into the hallway, stopping at an open door and peering inside.

In the middle of the room was a black wolf with a well-trained body, completely nude and in a meditation pose. In a nearby bed was a fully naked male brown wolf, fast asleep with a trail of cum. The air smelled of recent, fresh sex, perhaps no more than half an hour earlier. Maichail said nothing, leaning against the door frame and watching Bezalel's breathing, waiting for the moment he detected his brother.

After about a minute, Bezalel's orange eyes flicked open, looking up at Maichail.

"... You smell like a cat in heat," he said simply, a small smile on his muzzle.

Maichail chuckled, stepping into the room and pulling up a chair, sitting in it backwards. "Thank you for noticing."

"So you checked out the club Zev told you about, I take it," Bezalel guessed, getting into a relaxed sitting position. "How was it?"

"I met someone," Maichail told him, leaning on the backrest with a pleasant sigh. "A lionness named Syrra. We hit it off nicely and she invited me back to her place."

"That's great," the black wolf said. "We were wondering why you didn't come home last night, but we figured you were safe. So, what's she like?"

Maichail smiled, unable to help but feel good, though he tried not to boast about it. "Golden-brown fur, blonde hair, blue eyes - body that's a perfect mix of athletic and curvy in just the right places. She's kind, intelligent, passionate - a hell of a risk-taker, even. She convinced me to try building a relationship in reverse, if that makes sense - get intimate from the start, and work our way back towards building up the rest."

Bezalel cocked his head, though he didn't seem critical. "Not the usual way to end a first date, but she probably has experience, too."

"Well..." Maichail rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. "She's... also married, too."

"You dog, you," Bezalel teased. "Going after the forbidden fruit, are we? So does her man like being cuckolded or something?"

"Well, she mentioned that her mate was cheating on her with another woman and was out of town, so... we didn't talk about him much. I think she's just prepared to move on, and wanted to try something different."

"I'm not going to judge the kind of relationships you try to have with other people, just as long as you keep yourself safe and do your best not to get into trouble," Bezalel assured him, getting up from the floor and stretching out. "Then again, it's up to you how far you want to go with it, too."

"So... what if the answer to that is her saying she wanted me to stay the next couple of days, with the goal being to knock her up while she's in heat?" Maichail asked.

"You must really like this girl," Bezalel laughed. "As long as she doesn't come across as crazy, that's really up to you. I'm sure you could take care of a pup. Just make sure the rest of the pack knows about it, I'm sure they'd like to know, just in case you decide to bring her into the family."

"I might, if things go well," Maichail said fairly. "Although her husband is another wolf, I think. That could complicate things."

"Only if he has a pack of his own - most other wolves aren't like us," Bezalel reminded him. "Still, be careful, and let us know if you need help. And don't forget to tell everyone else once you've made a decision."

"Well who died and made _you_pack leader?" Maichail teased, getting out of the chair and approaching Bezalel, wrapping his arms around his brother.

"Someone has to keep the alpha in check," Bezalel shot back, giving him a loving smile. "So who's going to keep _me_in check?"

They met halfway, their lips locked in a kiss, and in seconds Maichail could feel his brother's cock growing against his thigh, the red shaft throbbing against his leg. A tightness in his pants caused Maichail to break the kiss, quickly undoing his belt and zipper.

"Fuck it, I'm not leaving this house until I've put you in your place," he said with a playful growl.

Bezalel laughed and got on the bed, raising his tail up. "I was hoping you'd have a little time for me."

"I do, but I've got to meet Syrra at breakfast," he warned him, peeling off his shirt and kicking off his pants. "So I'm gonna pull the knot after, you understand?"

"Just fuck me already, I can take it," he shot back with a grin, raising his tail and exposing his pucker.

Maichail laughed, spotting a bottle of lube on the bedside table and grabbing it, applying it to his own erect red cock and smearing a thick coating over it before squeezing a few dollops onto his fingers and inserting them into his brother's tailhole. Almost immediately Bezalel starting moaning, pushing his ass back into Maichail's paw, arching his back as the older wolf zeroed in on his prostate and attacked it. Through it all, Zev remained fast asleep, a classic indication that Bezalel had either rutted him to exhaustion, or that their half-brother had once again stayed up all night writing.

"Don't worry, you can go as hard as you want," Bezalel panted, guessing at what Maichail was thinking. "He'll stay asleep."

"I'm going to go hard enough to put _you_to sleep, pup," Maichail warned him.

He placed the tip of his prick against Bezalel's tailstar, meeting only slight resistance as he pushed forward until the resistance broke and he slid into his horny sibling's tight hole with amazing smoothness. Bezalel gasped, shivering and moaning as the large tool was buried up to the hilt in his backside; a moan that was shared by Maichail as his shaft was wrapped in the warm, tight interior of his brother's body. Not even sharing in this intimacy since their earliest sexual exploration, after so many years, made it any less pleasant, with Maichail's cock subjected to the deep squeezing sensation.

They moved in tandem, an act that was almost instinctive as he rolled his hips into Bezalel's ass, while the other met his hips by pushing back with perfect timing. The impact of their bodies meeting, thrust meeting counter-thrust as the brothers bred and shared in lust and love, caused Bezalel's voice to waver each time. Happy that his brother was enjoying the passionate fucking, Maichail leaned over and wrapped his arm around his brother's torso, now able to reach his muzzle as they licked and kissed each other like the incestuous lovers they were.

"I'm never going to stop doing this with you," Maichail promised him with a groan, grinding his throbbing cock deeper into Bezalel. "Not even if Syrra asks me to. I'll cut things off with her if she can't accept that."

"I know you will," Bezalel whined, pushing back until their heavy balls were meeting. "We're always going to be here for you - that's what brothers do."

"God, I love you, Bez," Maichail whispered.

"I love you too," Bezalel panted. "We all do. And we support you sharing that love."

The words were enough to cause Maichail to want to look into his brother's face, flipping him onto his back without removing his cock, pulling his little brother to the edge of the bed. In this pose Bezalel's tongue hung from his muzzle, panting and moaning as he took the brunt of Maichail's strength directly into his fuck-hole; but it was also easier for Maichail to reach down and stroke the younger wolf's cock, driving Bezalel into more passionate moaning and gasps, a short spurt of wolf-cum blasting from the tip as a premature release arced through the air and splattered against his muzzle.

Maichail leaned in, cleaning the sweet cum from his brother's muzzle, then sharing that delicious cum with Bezalel with a deep kiss as he kept his hips working, driving his cock into the hottest depths of his brother's ass. Soon, he could feel the expanding of his knot, a dull, blissful pressure. "Still want me to knot you, pup?"

"Knot me, Maichail," Bezalel whined, gladly getting into the submissive role for the older wolf. He would not raise his tail for any other male than Maichail, and for that Maichail loved him all the more - to have these moments with his brother alone.

With a grunt and a snarl Maichail drove the growing bulb into Bezalel's ass, locking him in place. It was different from Syrra in tightness, but the act alone drove him past his sexual endurance and he gasped, pouring his balls into his brother's ass, grinding his cock through his inner walls as they filled Bezalel's belly with hot wolf-cum. Seconds later Bezalel yipped, a much larger shot of wolf-cum spewing from his cock and splattering his face and chest, leaving the younger wolf a tail-wagging, panting, utterly happy-looking mess.

They moaned and nuzzled, their breathing slowing down as the seconds passed and their arousals subsided, leaving them snuggling in a warm afterglow. After a few minutes of cuddling, Bezalel broke the silence.

"You're... amazing, Maichail."

"So are you," he replied, kissing his brother's cheek.

"Do you... have to leave soon?"

Maichail nodded. "I made a reservation at a breakfast place with her. I just need to grab a shower and a couple of days of clothes, I'll be staying the rest of the weekend with her."

"Sounds fun," Bezalel chuckled. "I'll let Zev know when he wakes up, we'll probably spend the day fooling around. Don't forget to send a pic of your new kitty."

"I won't. I'll call you guys every night, just to make sure things are okay here."

"We'll be fine, Maichail," Bezalel chuckled.

"I'm your older brother - it's my job to look after you guys," Maichail said, licking the younger wolf's nose. "That's what siblings are for."

It had been a wonderful day for Syrra.

Maichail had gone out of his way to make the day great. Breakfast had been a good time, they had gone to see a new movie (and spent most of it mocking it), and then just strolled around the city, talking. She learned more about him, that he had two younger brothers, one of them a half-brother; the elder of the two was into martial arts and voice-acting, the other was a writer and a pianist. He had done a good job hiding the fact that he was well-off, a topic he had no intention of bringing up until she sniffed out that he was currently between jobs and had plenty of free time, but it mattered little since she was a politician's daughter and was financially secure as well, to say nothing of her husband's job.

Eventually they returned to her place and got back into it, Syrra begging for his pup only ten minutes after getting through the door.

He had taken her three times before the exhaustion hit, yet Syrra was satisfied with how well he had kept up. As she had requested he said nothing more about her husband, or what affections for her were building up in him, yet she could tell that he desired her deeply enough to tend to her every needs. He had even held her close when they finally settled down to sleep, her head bunting into his chest.

But she slept light, her ears halfway alert. When she could hear the steady rhythm of a sleeping wolf, her eyes flicked open and she looked up at him, smiling and kissing his nose. With amazing gentleness she pulled away from him, stifling a moan as his cock slid out of her cum-filled cunny. She made no effort to clean up, allowing the cocktail of wolf-spunk and female nectar to drool down her legs as she got out of bed.

She glanced back, making sure she hadn't roused him, yet he remained fast asleep as she crept out of the master bedroom and down the stairs, her footfalls barely audible as she reached the living room. It took her a few moments to scan the area, but she quickly found her jeans lying at the foot of the couch, picking them up and digging into its right pocket, pulling out her smartphone.

It was two in the morning. Perfect.

She nodded, quickly flicking into her contacts and speed-dialing the first number at the top. The call connected, showing the visage of a handsome, content-looking male gray wolf with black hair and golden eyes, the name "Puppy" above the picture.

A few ring tones, then a click, followed by a carefree voice.

"... Hey, kitten!"

She suppressed a giggle, her chest burning with affection. "Hey, puppy," she purred. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"Mmm, nope," he replied. "You called at a perfect time, in fact. It's been a bit of a long night, things are winding down right now."

"Did you have any trouble?"

"A little bit," he admitted. "I know I said we'd have to move some stuff out, and I booked the hotel so there'd be someplace to stay - but there was a change of plans."

She frowned. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Yeeeeah," the wolf said hesitantly, and it could not be plainer to her that he was wearing a sheepish smile as he said it. "I'm fine, kitten."

"Spit it out, pup," she pressed him. "I know you're hiding something."

"Well..." He paused, then sighed. "See, the thing is... I went there with your cousin to get her stuff out, only it turns out that it's _her_name that the house is in."

She said nothing for a moment, stunned. "Wait... the house belongs to her?"

"Yeah, she didn't want to tell us because she thought leaving the house to her fiancee would keep him from harassing her."

"Oh, Jamilah," Syrra sighed sadly. "What else did that scumbag do to her?"

"Well, as soon as she told me that, I promised to help her get the house back. I'm going to check with the county clerk and get a copy of the deed, then call in a favor from a buddy with the local department to get the cops involved, just in case he's stubborn. Today, she and I went there to get her stuff, and came back just as we got the last of it. I didn't let him get close to her, but he made a few threats I didn't care for and we left."

"So what's the plan?" she asked.

"If the house is in her name, then she can have him kicked out along with his stuff. If that happens, she says she wants to put it up for sale and come back with me so she can set up here. Don't worry, I've got everything covered here," he assured her.

"Thank the gods you're there for her," she said. "I'm sorry, I should be there right now with both of you. If I'd known things were that bad--"

"Syrra, it's okay," he said soothingly. "We're alright, I promise. It was important that I go this time, I know you had to keep up with work."

"Well, yeah," she sighed. "But still, now I feel bad for bringing over a guest, when you've been--"

"Having a wonderful time fucking the only other woman in my life that I love as much as I do you," he finished. "It hasn't been bad, Syrra. The thing with Domas was an unpleasant wrinkle, but he has no reason to go after us yet. I'll have a few strings pulled to get her a temporary restraining order against him while we move her things out. The cops will be there if things get ugly, at which point they'll issue an EPO."

"I should never have doubted you," she said, proud of her mate. "How is Jamilah holding up?"

"She's fine, we're hanging out at the hotel. And I've been everything she wants to do to keep her mind off of things. Right now it's important for her to know that she's loved." A pause. "Even if it's behind her fiancee's back," he added.

It got a laugh from her. "I don't like cheating, but Domas certainly deserves it - and Jamilah deserves to be happy."

"She does. I know if you were here, you'd do the same as I am."

"Absolutely. But if I'd known how difficult things were, I might not have asked your permission to bring this guy home when I called from the club."

"I trust your judgment, kitten," he said confidently. "You know I don't mind."

"Yeah, it's just..."

"It's not common among people who aren't tribal wolves, I know," he finished for her with what sounded like a smile. "That's why we established clear boundaries. You told me you'd steer clear if he didn't pass the test - if you brought him home, then he clearly passed, right?"

"He did, and then some," she admitted, managing to smile again.

"So..."

"... 'So?'"

"So spill it, woman!" he said with a barking laugh. "How was he? Gimme the dirty, delicious details already!"

She giggled again, feeling far calmer. "He's charming, a good listener - he reminds me of you. Gray fur, blue eyes, handsome smile, a nice, long cock, practically the same size as yours minus a quarter or half inch. Knot is about the same size, too." She leaned back against the sofa, sliding her paw between her legs, bringing it back out with a thick dollop of Maichail's cum on her finger, bringing it to her muzzle and licking it off. "Impressive output," she added. "I think only you and your brother have been more... 'productive.' Very eager, not as good as you are, but then again you had years to learn my body. Still, I kind of made the situation a little kinkier."

"Oh?" The wolf on the other end sounded amused. "How so?"

"I told him you were out of town, fucking another woman- I neglected to tell him that you are _not_cheating on me," she told him with a grin. "He thinks that I'm having an affair with him. It _really_spurred him on, him telling me he'd make me forget all about you. I told him to knock me up and that _really_made him happy."

She knew anybody else would have been troubled by what she was saying, or that she was pleased to share it - anybody but her mate. "Ha! That'll do it, every time," he chuckled. "It even worked on Rook once, remember?"

"Gods, what a night _that_was," she purred, reminiscing. "I should have her over soon - maybe introduce her to this guy. But only after _you_get to meet him. We'll introduce him to the rest of our weird family once we've explained things."

"I'd like that. Does he play well with other guys?" he asked.

"Based on what he told me, he's bisexual; another thing in common with you," she answered. "I hope he's receptive, I think he's falling for me."

"Aww, that's cute. Maybe he and I will get along just fine, too - assuming he's not put off by you deceiving him. Do you plan to tell him?"

"I offered to let him stay for three nights, but no. I want to wait until you can meet him. I have a feeling he'd like that."

"I look forward to it," the wolf said. "And send me a pic of the both of you!"

"Casual-like, or...?"

"Ride that wolf cock, keep yourself good and practiced for when I get home!"

"Alright!" she giggled. "But as soon as you hang up, send me one with you and Jami!"

"I will, hon. I'll let you know when I start my drive back, I might stay another day to make sure everything is in order here before I leave."

"If that's the case, then I won't go looking for tail at the club for now," she informed him. "I think this one will do just fine."

"Oh yeah, what's your new puppy's name?" he asked.

"Maichail," she told him. "I'll learn as much as I can about him, to tell you later."

"I can't wait," he said. "Hmm? Oh, hey Jami." There was a pause, a soft voice in the background. "Yeah, it's Syrra." Another pause. "Jamilah says hi, and she loves you."

"I love her too. Take care of her, alright? If she asks for a pup, give it to her."

"I will. I love you, Syrra."

"I love you too, Kajex."

Beep

The call ended and she sighed, setting the phone aside and feeling warmth for her mate. Even with Maichail around, she missed him deeply - she would not trade him for any man or woman in the world. Everything about today had been wonderful, and yet she still could not help feeling a little empty without her mate around, as she always did when they were apart. She was happy that he was comfortable, supportive even, letting her find solace in the arms of other partners, and Maichail had proven to be capable and kind; yet if it wasn't more important for Kajex to be there for a friend who desperately needed him, she would have given up everything - even Maichail - just to have her mate back.

But it was alright, she knew. He'd be back in a few days - and he'd make it up to her for the entire week. She entertained the thought of even quitting her birth control as soon as he got home, an idea that made her shiver and purr.

After a few minutes she heard the sound of the bed upstairs. She waited patiently, smiling as her new wolf lover descended the steps, still nude.

"Hey, everything alright?" he asked.

"Mmhm," she nodded. "Just came down for a drink. I didn't wanna wake you up to get one," she purred.

"I wouldn't have minded," he chuckled, moving to her and sitting next to her.

The moment he was seated she got up and slid into his lap, letting out a little contented moan as his sheath kissed her cleft. She leaned in, catching him in a kiss that he did nothing to resist. His paws found her ass and pulled her in closer, the pair grinding firmly against each other until his cock was once again free of its confines, spearing into her pussy and causing her to mewl.

"You're amazing," he told her with a groan, beginning a good rhythm with her, just as her phone pinged. She grinned and snatched it up. "What's up?" he asked.

She didn't answer immediately, flicking the text message away and opening her camera with a grin on her face. "Hmm... just a text, but I had an idea. Want to help me send my husband a pic of us?" she asked.

He grinned back, leaning back and grabbing her wrist. "I'd love to. Let him see what he's missing, what he left behind."

"Oh I'm sure he'll get 'worked up' over it," she giggled, leaning back and holding her phone out, getting a perfect angle of her lover's thick wolf-cock buried in her cum-stained cleft. A flash and a flick later, it was saved in her phone, and the two were at it again, their lips connected and their tongue sliding against one another. They broke off and Maichail turned his attentions lower, his muzzle licking and suckling her tits. It didn't fail to make her moan, to stir her arousal further - but she retained enough focus to send the pic to Kajex as it happened.

Before she closed her phone, however, she opened the text he had sent first, and was met with the sight of a thick, ebony wolf-cock lodged deep in the muzzle of a cute, very sexy cheetah with long cornrow braids, her body very similar to Syrra's. She smiled, feeling just a _little_jealous that she couldn't be there to have fun with her cousin and husband.

"Mmm, it's sent, babe," she purred, locking her phone again and tossing it to the side on the couch. "You up for more?"

"With you, absolutely."

"Good boy. now... let's see if you can put a pup in me tonight."

"You keep gambling like this, Syrra, you may just get the jackpot," he warned with a grin.

"That's the idea," she told him. "Life's not fun without a _little_risk."

And as he started to buck up into her with renewed vigor; as she chirped and moaned, bounced in his lap and savored his cock; as he desperately tried to fulfill her request to impregnate her, despite being unaware that he had no chance - she knew it would be _far_more fun this way.

The pair kissed, moaned, groaned, bodies twisting and flexing as they worked towards the mutual goal of putting a pup in the lionness' womb. Every second, every action her took, he focused into making the feline his. The rational part of his mind told him it was impossible, unwise for him to fall in love so quickly and easily; but the instinctive part of him still desired her as a mate, immersing himself in the emotion.

She mewled and arched her back, cumming again on his lap and allowing his knot to breach into her more easily with the increased slickness, though she seemed to have tired herself out for the moment and could only manage weak grinding motions into his cock, her inner walls chewing on the firm, throbbing meat. It didn't matter. The rippling sensation over his prick was enough for him to lose the rest of his limited endurance, groaning as his potent wolf-cum poured into her tunnel and claimed her womb.

He leaned back on the couch, panting and allowing his balls to pump his baby-batter into her belly while she leaned against him, purring. There was no desire to move, to say anything - until he heard his phone buzzing.

His eyes flicked to the pile of clothes next to him, his discarded pants lighting up as his smartphone showed an incoming text. He would have ignored it at any other time, but with his brothers back home he wanted to be sure things were alright. Lazily, with no real hurry, he dug into the pocket careful and pulled it out, certain Syrra could not see it as he unlocked the phone and brought up the text.

It was from Bezalel. Just had a thought, Maichail. No need to answer now, but it's important - when are you going to tell her you're a werewolf?

Maichail stared at the screen for a few seconds, his brow furrowing. He sighed, turning it off and tossing it aside, then returned his attention to the lionness with a smile.

"Everything okay?" Syrra murmured.

"Just perfect," he told her, pulling her in for another kiss.

Not yet. Not until I'm ready.