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"I gotta say...I didn't actually think I'd ever hear from you again. This really is a pleasant surprise."

"I'm a man of my word, Forest. If I didn't think I'd ever be back in the area, I wouldn't have said it in the first place."

After their rendezvous some odd months before, Forest was trying his best not to dwell on the way that he and Zech connected. The sensuality of the act was wonderful, to say the very least, but since that brief weekend together, Forest was under the impression that Zech said he'd be back, only to seal the deal.

Hearing that Zech was back in town again, he felt guilty about selling the coywolf short.

"Kudos to you for that," Forest replied. "That much more so for actually reaching out to me. You could have come back through and tried your luck at the lodge again, if you wanted."

"Could have, but it's not really my style to try and fuck my way across a town like that," Zech admitted. "I'd rather get one or two leads that I really like and come back for seconds; if you're up for something like that, anyway."

It didn't seem becoming of Forest to jump at the chance, but he didn't think there was any point in beating around the bush, either. Zech was only ever in the area for business travel, and as far as Forest knew, time could have been of the essence.

"Is it so bad if I decide that I'd like another sample of you?" Forest asked, wincing a bit at his own words.

Could have done better than that, though, he thought.

"I suppose I could bring the 'werewolf' over again," Zech answered, saving the conversation. "But this time, would you mind if we went back to your place, instead? Would save me a little money on the hotel."

"Just using me to skirt a bill, now?" Forest teased.

"You can look at it however you want, but you and I both know that you'd pay a lot more for my company than I'd be paying for that hotel room."

Forest gulped. "...Well, when you're right, you're right."

"And on that note, gimme your address...and I'll be right over."

**

There were pleasantries to be exchanged, but Forest wasn't all that worried about reestablishing his relationship with Zech.

In fact, just on seeing the hybrid come through the door, he was struggling to contain his excitement, and the swish of his tail refused to be held in check. The subtle breeze created by that sway wasn't enough to overwhelm the warmth of the door opening for Zech, and the hug that was shared between them was such a heated embrace that the pair could ignore the cold...at least, long enough for Forest to ask Zech to close the door behind him.

For being so chilled, they were quick to sneak out of their clothes and into the bedroom, but the apartment seemed rather large for one person to have on their own. Zech didn't think to question it too much , preferring to keep his thoughts on the solo occupant.

"You're barely even putting up a fight," Zech teased, as he captured the wrists of the German shepherd in the overwhelming grip of a single paw. "I don't really need to bring out the werewolf if you don't at least _squirm_a little bit, y'know."

Delighted just to have Zech in his bed once more, Forest was happy to play along with any demands that the hybrid made.

It was all a farce, of course: even when he twisted his wrists from side to side, he was grinning from ear to ear, and the effort given was subtle enough that it wouldn't waste any energy.

Forest wanted to save that for what came after.

"Like I'd be able to break free of your grip, even if I did try," Forest noted. "You could pin me down and do whatever you wanted with me, no matter how hard I tried to stop you."

Zech's grin spread that much wider at the thought. "...You know just what to say to get me going, don't you?"

"What...you liked that?"

"Mmhm. Go on."

"...Stroking your ego about how you could do whatever you wanted to me?" Forest asked, knowing that he had the hybrid all figured out--playing up the clueless role was just that much more fun--and it was his only chance to drag out the process. "About how you could hike my legs up and fuck my ass right now, unlubricated, and there'd be nothing I could do to stop it?"

It was a knowing grin that took Forest's muzzle, and eyes yellow-gold twinkled with a growing sense of mischief.

A narrowed gaze of molten chocolate told Forest that he'd only be allowed to take the game so far, but the little bit of back and forth was an adequate warmup for Zech: his cock was already pushing up from the depths of his sheath, hanging above the striped Shepherd with the weight and memory of how pleasant it felt inside, the last time.

They'd have the whole weekend to make the most of the unlikely, second opportunity, but Forest seemed keen to drag things out just a little bit longer, even when his arms were pushed up to the top of the headrest of the bed.

"You might as well just beg me to fuck you already," Zech murmured. "The way you're talking, it's actually more obvious that you want it than if you didn't say anything at all."

"So you want me to stop?"

"If you stop...so do I."

Forest gulped. "Duly noted...and totally unfair."

"Complaining won't make me work any faster."

Grinning a wide, toothy grin, Zech made it clear that he was the total, dominant package--body and mind together--he wouldn't allow Forest to gain an edge on him, even in the private recesses of his own thoughts.

"Even if I challenge how slowly you're working?" Forest asked, trying a final tactic and thrusting his wrists forward in a moment of seeming distraction. "Even if I tell you that I've got you now?!"

Giving genuine effort that time, Forest was shocked to feel Zech overpowering him with just the one paw, and at the attempted coup, the coywolf's expression sharpened once more.

His fangs came together with a pearly click , the sound alone proving a final element of a dominant display.

He didn't have to say a word if he didn't want to, but Zech was too eloquent to let his voice go to waste.

"That was cute, Forest...and a brilliant effort, on your part, but if you really thought that would be enough to break out of my grasp, you've got another thing coming."

Squeezing tight enough to give Forest a mere sample of his genuine strength, Zech made quick and easy work of pushing the German Shepherd's paws to either edge of the headboard. Rope wouldn't have been on hand at the hotel, but that was gathered from under the bed before Forest allowed himself to be pinned...and Zech was already putting it to good use.

Tying off one wrist at a time, Zech left the window open for Forest to challenge him again, but just staring the smaller canine down as he tied off the right wrist was enough to leave Forest cowering beneath his master.

"You've got several things coming, honestly," Zech clarified his previous thought, just for the sake of making conversation as he tied the left wrist to the other end of the headboard. "Only one of them that I think you'll really appreciate, but judging by the way that your cock is bouncing on your own stomach...you're definitely going to appreciate it."

Forest wasn't going to pretend that he wasn't enjoying the attention.

It would have been a waste of the little effort that he could produce when the coywolf was bearing down on him with such overwhelming force, but that didn't stop his toes from curling when he felt the long, slow drip of a cool fluid against the pucker of his asshole.

"...Think I'm gonna appreciate that m-most of all," Forest confessed. "Would have torn me right in half, without it..."

"Oh, I still will ," Zech theorized. "But this way, we'll both enjoy the process of splitting your ass like a log."

The fitting pun was lost on Forest, who couldn't get his mind past the delights that kept him panting into the air...and couldn't get his gaze past the impressive wall of flesh that was bearing down on him.

He tried his best to appreciate Zech's wordplay all the way through, but the new, excess warmth of a tapered cock pressing down against his tailhole did away with the need for words--there existed no phrase, in no part of any language, that would describe the bliss that Forest felt when his tight, comfortable entrance began stretching around the first inches of Zech's member.

That dastardly chill of the lube was brushed away by the incoming heat and the tender, subtle throb of an eager canine, and for a moment, Forest was just trying to contain himself, knowing what a disaster it could be if he seized up around his partner, right then.

"You're...s-such a fucking gentle brute..."

"Watch your mouth, or I'll make you change that tune _really_fast," Zech warned.

He could already tell that Forest was going to try and push his buttons, but he wouldn't give the German Shepherd the satisfaction of being able to babble his way through the process of having his guts rearranged.

Instead, Zech made sure that his length was buried enough that a sudden movement wouldn't buck his tip out of the offered entrance, before turning his attention to one garment that was left in his pocket, from before.

A simple bandana, navy blue, was pulled from his left back pocket. Stretching the fabric between his fingertips, Zech gave off the illusion that he was simply going to blind Forest for another layer of sensuality, and the smaller canine was completely on board...

...But before he could approve the decision, he felt the underside of his jaw being lifted, until his teeth came together again with a muted clack.

The ends of the bandana tied over the top of his muzzle, creating a makeshift gag that was just tight enough to keep Forest from being able to squirm his way out of it.

"That's a bit more like it; wouldn't you agree?" Zech asked. "I'm sure you would..."

Loving the subtle warmth of a southern accent in his lover's voice, Forest decided that he was content to let Zech be the mouthpiece for the act.

Through the bandana and his closed muzzle, he'd still be able offer plenty of muffled groans, and the first of many pushed through his gritted teeth as Zech turned his focus back to the length of his cock and the long, slow tease of the first thrust.

"Always happy to be reunited w-with one of my favorite pincushions," the coywolf teased. "I can't begin to tell you how glad I am that you picked up, Forest...but I'm perfectly fine showing you."

Another inch, and Forest's eyes began rolling back slowly, his body welling up with a familiar delight and comfort that he only ever found when his body was so full, but it wasn't just the girth of Zech's cock that was so satisfying.

It was the throbbing warmth that came along with it, filling the canine with a sensation that was just distant enough to take a moment to get used to...but like the long-forgotten embrace of a loved one, to finally come back around and know the rush of emotion, the sheer flood of endorphins that blossomed with every inch...

"Uhm...ahem?"

...Such a heavenly rush was a terrible thing to have interrupted by the sound of a roommate coming home and catching Forest in the act.

"Forest, why didn't you tell me that you lived with someone?" Zech asked, hesitating on the spot. His eyes stayed focused on the German Shepherd, as if the weight of his stare would burn an answer out of him. "...And why the hell didn't you lock the bedroom door?"

"Oh, he never does," the woman spoke up, giggling from across the room. "I swear, it's like he enjoys getting caught by me or something."

"Knowing him the way that I do, I wouldn't be surprised if he was into that."

"He probably is, but it looks like you've had enough of his witty banter," she pointed out. "Guess that means he can't defend himself, but...that's probably for the best. I'm sure he'd just deny that he's always trying to sneak guys home when I'm not around."

Her voice wasn't quite familiar, but there was just enough of a foothold for Zech to make an assumption, and turning slowly over his shoulder, one glance would be more than enough to confirm his suspicions.

The series of deep, thick slash marks that raked over Forest's shoulders and hips were a familial trait, and the pattern of those brown stripes made an appearance on the bare shoulders of the woman behind Zech; the same marks were present on the curve of her curious, swishing tail.

"You live with your sister , Forest?"

"He didn't tell you about that?"

"I guess there's a lot he didn't tell me, but I completely understand if you don't really want to catch me up on the details while I'm halfway into your brother's asshole," Zech replied. "Speaking of, sorry for being so gruff...I tend to forget myself a little bit when I'm in the middle of something this...intimate."

"I'm sure it was intimate before I strolled in, but he's the one that left the door open," she mentioned. "But no need to apologize, big guy. I'm honestly impressed: most of the time, when I walk in on this kind of thing, the bulls have a tendency to tuck their tails and head for the door with a handful of clothes."

"Good thing I came along to show your brother a good time, then. He probably hasn't been allowed to finish in a while."

"Not while I've been in the room, anyway."

Zech snickered. "Well, yeah...that would be an odd time for him to get off, wouldn't it?"

That she was okay with Zech staying put was already a sign to the coywolf that something was amiss, but all the while, Forest wasn't trying to protest--even the binds at his arms weren't being tested--odd as it would have been for Forest to be comfortable in such a state around his sister in the first place.

"Guess that depends on if he's been good lately, but...he so rarely has," she confirmed. "I'd ask if he's been behaving for you, but by the look of it, he's being taught another lesson; if you think you've got it from here, I won't interrupt."

"If I think I've got it?"

Turning back to face Forest, Zech hesitated only long enough to give the smaller canine a chance to shake his head.

He had a proper inkling of what a twisted family they were when Forest offered a different plea with his eyes: as the final inches of the coywolf sunk into his asshole, the German Shepherd's toes curled anew. Heels kicked at the edge of the bed as Zech completely filled him, and from behind the bandana, muffled groans escaped with just enough volume to tickle his sister's ears.

"I assure you, my dear, that I can handle myself and your brother for the rest of the evening, but since you don't seem to have a problem playing his keeper, you're more than welcome to stay and watch," Zech offered. "I'm Zech, by the way...it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"A pleasure, you say? I can't remember the last time my brother brought home a proper gentleman," she answered. "The name's River, and I have to say, I'm a little jealous that he's managed to snag someone like you in our little, backwater town."

"We've got a bit of a history, I suppose," Zech kept it at that, finding the conversation just enough of a distraction to buy him a few more minutes, even against the tight, gripping resistance of Forest's tailhole. "I was just passing through the first time, but that time, he came back to spend time with me elsewhere...I didn't realize that he had any family in the area."

"_Pfft..._Forest, you jerk! Hogging all the handsome ones to yourself and neglecting to mention that you've got an adorable sister at home that could use a little attention, herself...why am I not surprised?"

She was casual, almost cavalier about the fact that her brother was being railed on the bed, just a few feet away from where she stood.

It might have been better if she'd stayed right there, but instead of standing in the doorway any longer, the German Shepherd, Malinois mix kicked the door closed behind her and locked it, the same way that Forest should have when he first whisked Zech away to the bedroom.

She was dressed for bed, herself: the strings of a light tank top and the sheer fabric revealed the tender perk of nipples against silk, and down below, pajama bottoms made for a comfortable enough outfit that River could sprawl upon the spare seat in the corner, her legs splayed in an overt display of leisure.

Already, River could tell that her presence was driving her brother further up the wall; she wasn't going anywhere, even if he found a way to protest.

"Sounds like he needs to tend to you a little more often," Zech suggested. "Or am I wrong to make that strong of an assumption about your...relationship?"

Forest's cheeks were burning. Did he really just ask her that? He thought.

"Well, we're only half siblings, so I guess it's not as taboo as some people would suggest, but that doesn't change the fact that it's probably a little weird for me to be in the room while someone's having sex with him," River confessed. "Probably weirded still that I'm kind of enjoying watching you work; you really do know what you're doing with those hips, Zech."

The scent of her need was just strong enough that the coywolf was sure he'd picked up a hint of it, but he wouldn't call her on that while he was still giving Forest the ride of his life.

Pinned back, whimpering and squirming all the while, he tried to tell the story of just how deep Zech was throttling into his body, but the nonchalant tone in Zech's voice covered up just how much force he was pumping into Forest on every pass.

The bedframe, unable to resist it anymore than Forest could, finally thumped into the wall as Zech humped his way along, moving in deeper and staying there with a flurry of quick, deep pumps.

"Thanks for noticing," Zech finally answered, taking his time with his words to ensure that his lungs would have plenty of time to keep his body filled with needed oxygen. "If you're enjoying the show that much, you don't have to sit all the way over there, you know."

"You don't think I'd be crowding you?" River asked.

"Once you're in the room, it's all the same to me, honestly. You wanna see what these hips can do? Come a little closer and get yourself a sample."

River was glad that Zech was facing away from her, right then: she knew she wouldn't have been able to contain her wide, toothy grin.

"Awfully generous of you to go offering samples when you're still balls deep in my brother, but if he doesn't mind-

"He doesn't seem to."

"Then I'll be glad to get a closer look," River finished her thought as she stepped out of the chair, her tail swishing just enough to kick the scent of her arousal into the air anew. "You know, he knew I wasn't gonna be out that long; I really think he wanted me to catch the two of you in the act...awfully generous of him to set himself up like this."

"I would have liked a little bit of a head's up, but...I don't mind performing in front of a crowd."

"Clearly."

Are you kidding? You've been fucking me even harder since my sister came in, Forest thought. I think you're even better in front of a crowd!

With his legs reeling back and his tailhole stretching as wide as the walls would give, Forest welcomed Zech all the way into his asshole, hoping that the larger canine might pound into his body hard enough to buck River from the bed.

Pajama pants were lost on the way to her comfortable seat, and one paw was gripping tight onto the comforter, holding it with all the same determination as a cowboy on the saddle of a bucking bronco; River wasn't going anywhere when there was such a fantastic display for her to enjoy.

"Something the matter? I think I hear a hint of judgment in your tone," Zech noted, but he never broke his stride: he was still pumping, thrusting into Forest with such a pace that the thunk of the headboard against the wall was like a metronome, timing out the roll of his hips.

"Just wondering if you're giving him enough of a hard time," River was forthright; in as much, it shouldn't have been that surprising to Zech that she was bold enough to dip a paw between her thighs as she watched. "I can already tell that he didn't bring you around because you're a gentle giant, Zech. He wants you to ruin him."

"All in due time, River. I'm allowed to enjoy myself too, aren't I?"

The pair were getting on a little too well for Forest's comfort.

It was only a matter of time before they put their heads together on the topic of putting the smallest canine in his place, but as much fun as that could have been, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be left out entirely.

Would be just like my sister to take my toys away from me, Forest realized. But she wouldn't actually do that with one of my partners, would she?

There could be only one fate more embarrassing than having his boytoy stolen away, but there would be even greater pleasure to be had, if River was willing to through with it.

Were she anyone else, Forest never would have expected it of her in the first place.

"Of course you're allowed to have your fun, but it's rude to keep a lady waiting, you know..."

Just sitting by the side and letting her body wobble with the movements of the bed, River could have worked herself to an orgasm with ease, and her fingers were already starting to take a tight, pointed curl toward her g-spot as they worked within the soaking depths of her passage.

That she would have to do all that work on her own when there was a perfectly good cock going to waste was the part of the insult that she couldn't handle; that Forest was her half brother wasn't enough of a barrier to keep her from rolling onto her knees and coming closer, admiring the bounce of his full, stiff erection.

"...You're not actually gonna do what I think you are," Zech only had the chance to start voicing his disbelief before dampened fingers, soaked with her own desire, wrapped around the base of her sibling's cock, holding it steady. "Or...you're gonna do exactly what I think you are, apparently."

"If you're gonna keep on making me wait for my turn with him, I'll just make my own turn," River explained. "Unless you think you'll have trouble keeping up, Zech?"

Her competitive nature was bringing out the best of the larger canine--the very same best that was pounding to Forest's body as he was driven closer and closer to a messy climax.

The juices would have flown across the bed and utterly soaked Forest himself in the process, if not for the way that his sister's petals kissed against the tip of his member; she was taking her seat for the performance, whether Zech had a problem with it or not.

"After giving me this kind of head start, I don't think I'll have any trouble keeping up with you," he argued. "Though it would be a tall task to ask me to try and outlast you."

Blocking the view and grinning with the same knowledge, River sat down upon her brother's cock, pausing just long enough to let out a full, satisfied breath. "I wouldn't expect you to be able to...even if we b-both started at the same time."

"Now you're just asking for it."

"Actually, I'm taking it," she argued, looking back over her shoulder at her brother; she felt that lifting the base of her tail and letting him admire the pucker of her asshole was a fair trade for blocking the rest of the view of the coywolf. "And doing a damn fine job of it, if my brother's throbbing is any indication."

"Pretty sure I can take most of the credit for that, as well..."

River cocked a brow. "Not gonna give a girl an inch, are you?"

"Not when you're so busy taking seven of them already."

They were matching each other blow for blow, but Zech was the one doing the harder work, pounding into the resting Forest and letting the weight of his thrusts rock the pair of siblings.

He was happy to be the literal, driving force behind something so twisted, and he was honored to have a glimpse into what Forest and River might have gotten up to that night if he hadn't come around, but forcing his way into their personal affairs was already taking a toll on River.

Forest was being won over by the coywolf with every pump of his hips--she was able to glean that much when she came in the room--but if Forest considered Zech t be his own personal plaything, River considered Forest to be hers.

She wouldn't let him be won over so easily.

"They're satisfying, I'll grant that," River murmured. "But I can take a lot more than that, if you catch my drift..."

"Then you can take them when your brother is done taking them," Zech teased. "Especially the way he's grabbing on my cock right now...m-milking me like this...no way in hell I'm pulling out right now."

River took a more direct approach: already facing Zech, she leaned in close and gripped the bulk of his arms, balancing herself just enough that she could lean in closer.

Her lips tickled the base of his earlobe as she whispered her final offer. "Even though I can milk it better than he can, big guy? Even though I could keep going, long after my little brother gives out and collapses on you?"

"Fair's fair, River...and he was here first."

In a way, she was delighted to know that her brother was finally bringing home quality lovers to sleep with, but River couldn't help her jealous nature, knowing that nothing she did would convince Zech to let her cut in line.

If she couldn't beat him, she could think of only one other approach to take.

"Fine," she said, her voice as sharp as the nip of her fang at his tender, pliable ear. "Then fuck him hard , Zech...I don't want my brother to make it to the bathroom without having to crawl his way there."

She wasn't able to catch Zech off guard. She knew that, by then, but that wasn't going to change her honest nature: if she had to wait her turn to with the coywolf, she was going to take part in making her brother's life a struggle.

Zech didn't want to admit how much he was enjoying the same, but he wasn't the one worried about trying to outlast.

Forest, despite being the lucky man in the middle, was having to deal with the heavenly burden of his sister's tight, gripping cunt, squeezing at the widest point of his shaft before dropping all the way down to the base.

Right as she landed on the spot and squirmed from side to side, Zech pounded forth with a faster pace, showing off to River that he could move with the best of the proper canines...and that he had plenty of gas left in the tank, if she was up for another round when they were done with her brother.

I probably shouldn't be enjoying this so much, Forest realized. _This is really fucked up, but if they keep moving like that, I'm gonna cum...he's hitting my prostate and she's squeezing me so fucking tight! _

Sandwiched between a pair of powerhouses, Forest was learning to stop worrying about the taboo of the act--to simply enjoy the rare opportunity for as long as he could--but that tied into his only regret.

Against her soaking, bouncing womanhood and the deeper, firmer thrusts of the coywolf's member, there was nothing Forest could do but squirm against his bondage, wishing that he was able to curl his digits around _anything_for purchase.

"He's getting close, Zech. You're not gonna let up now, are you?"

Watching River closely, still trying to get a proper read for her personality, Zech wasn't going to let her take the reins, just because she was sitting pretty and standing taller in the moment.

Pounding her brother's haunches with the peak of his pace and staring her down all the while, Zech made it clear that his actions were of his own accord...but seeing a cocked brow from her, he was happy to do whatever it took to cement that message.

"Wasn't gonna stop before you hopped up there and started giving orders," he assured her. "Not planning on stopping now, either, so you'd damn well better pound his little hips into dust and milk that cum right out of him!"

It was the first time he'd properly raised his voice at either of them since he came into the room, and the greater volume was the final straw, pushing the resilient Forest over the edge of his climax.

For River, it was just greater motivation to fight back against the larger top, even as she felt her brother's juices flooding into her body from below.

"Would have done that whether you told me to or not," she parroted his lines, but she was the one looking for greater purchase as the delightful, pouring warmth flowed into her womb, accompanied by the rapid, vigorous throbbing of her brother's cock. "But the way you're f-fucking him...it's making him bounce inside me in the m-most wonderful way...so you'd better fucking keep at it..."

" Make me."

Forest felt like the forgotten man in the middle of it all, but he knew he wouldn't have been able to keep up with either one of the dominant parties.

Instead, he was being carried along by their efforts, his orgasm coming without a single ounce of effort on his part, without a single thrust of his hips.

"I was in the middle of that, before you r-rudely interrupted," River said, but she demanded something more than his ace, as she felt her brother's juices sloshing about in her womb. "So...h-hurry up and fill him, Zech...f-fuck him faster!"

Her encouragement was the final straw for Zech, finally pushing the coywolf to open the flood gates and pour the first, massive burst of his cum into the smaller canine: gaping as wide as he was, Forest couldn't hope to keep the entirety of that first pump of seed inside.

As rapid as his pace became, Zech couldn't help holding still and enjoying the sensation of Forest's inner muscles milking at the base of his shaft, taking the victory of breaking the boy in leisurely stride...

...Until River's greed pushed him back the other way.

"I didn't say you could stop!" River snapped, lashing out and biting down hard on the bulk of Zech's shoulder. Her reaction was such that it threw rapids into the otherwise lazy river of bliss that Forest was floating down, but he couldn't be bucked off the ride.

He was still pumping warm, slick gushes of his essence into her body as she leaned forth, allowing some of the excess to spill from her petals and spill back down, around the tender flesh of her brother's sack.

"And I didn't say you could bite me , but here we are, anyway..."

Zech was enjoying the competitive back and forth, but he didn't come all that way to lose. His hips were finally slowing, having worked Forest into a quivering, exhausted mess, but Zech wasn't slowing down because he needed to.

He could already tell that he was going to have to put a little more elbow grease into taming River; even if he failed, he was looking forward to exhausting himself in that cause, instead.

"Not letting go, are you?"

Staring up at the hybrid through a pair of normally tranquil eyes, there was a greater energy in those turquoise orbs, challenging Zech to try and match her intensity.

"Mnnrfff...mnn-mn."

She didn't think he'd be willing to snap back at her, but sure enough, his fangs grazed the edge of her throat before he found a satisfying target, those teeth pressing firmly against the side of her neck and testing just how firm her flesh really was.

...You don't know what kind of trouble you're getting yourself into, Zech, Forest thought. But it's gonna be fun as hell to see what she does with you...

Forest thought himself lucky to be fought over in the first place, and all the while, his body was finally getting a chance to relax--digits that once clenched with white-knuckle passion were hanging limp, draped over similar wrists--and down below, his chest was still heaving, but with River going still on his softening cock, he was able to breathe easier.

Seeing his own seed pour out of his sister's body was a turn-on enough to keep him on the verge of another erection, but he didn't think that she'd be willing to give him the grace of a second ride in a row, when Zech was there to steal her affections.

Forest was almost jealous, seeing how the ferocious claws of the coywolf raked over River's lower back...knowing that her own short, eager daggers were stroking and scraping through the fuller fluff of his own overcoat.

It was liberating, for River: dominant as she was, she always held back a little bit when finding other partners to play with. She'd seen so many men run away when she came back, finding that even the most confident among the bunch were unable to handle the idea of being overtaken by a woman, or even competing with her.

Zech was the missing partner; the man that could match her blow for blow as her claws raked past his fur, scratching his flesh and daring his body to bleed for her.

"Mng...mmrnf?"

Forest, on the other hand, was the reliable toy that she kept in her back pocket, knowing that he could take at least some of her abuse, but that night, he was going to be allowed to have a break. It was better than he thought he deserved, after being taken to such heights of pleasure, but getting his voice back would have been a welcome surprise.

His groaning was enough to remind Zech and River that they had one more thing to take care of before they challenged each other for the title; before they sunk into genuine competition, there was one more thing they could work on, together.

**

"That feels pretty snug to me," Zech mentioned. "Hopefully your skills with a rope are up to par?"

"If any knots come undone right now, I know who to blame," River claimed. "You couldn't even tie one with my brother before, and his asshole was already gaping, by then."

"Did it ever occur to you that I wasn't trying to tie with him? We'd still be on the bed, if I'd done that."

Zech's knot was large enough that Forest would have been howling with subtle pain and overwhelming bliss at the challenge of taking it, River was the one destined to take that bulge by the end of the night.

"Glad you had the forethought to stop yourself, then. I just hope you understand why I have a little concern about your abilities."

River winked, but Zech didn't hide the growing, sexual frustration in his smirk.

"If you're still worried about what I can do, you weren't paying attention," he declared. "But if you're forced to focus on me, you might actually learn a thing or two."

"That being the case, it sounds like Forest is probably about to learn a lot."

Dazed as he was, Forest never had a chance to fight back: he'd been lifted from the bed by the dominant pair and carried over to the same chair that River was sitting in when she first entered the room.

His wrists and elbows were tied to the arms of the chair, his ankles were tied to the front legs, and the bandana around his maw was still intact, keeping him from protesting against the further bondage that kept him in place. He'd have no choice but to sit back and watch as River stole Zech away from him, prompting his body to further arousal...but his cock, already stiff enough to go again, wouldn't know the relief of another touch for the rest of the night.

"He's going to learn that he could get the better of you, too, if he just stood up to you," Zech suggested. Popping up from the floor, he watched River bounce right up next to him, her paws flying to his chest in an attempt to knock him onto the bed anew. "But I'm so sure of myself that I'll let you have a seat, to start."

"Glad that you've still got that gentlemanly nature about you, but you're gonna regret it before the night is through."

"Come and make me regret it, then."

Another shove, firm and sincere, managed to set Zech's rump on the edge of the bed; the same gentleman's nature was what brought him to the middle, flat on his back.

"With pleasure...mostly," River answered. "Don't blame me if this hurts a little bit."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

Zech knew he wouldn't be able to talk River into going easy on him to start, but he was being sincere: he looked toward to the impact of her palms as she planted them firmly on his thighs, turning his body into her own personal ladder.

Climbing him like a mountain, she took time planting her flag at the top--Zech was quite a bit larger than her brother--but the tapered tip of his canine flesh was easy enough to settle on, at first, courtesy of her own brother's cum still leaking back out of her.

"This is as gentle as I'm gonna be with you, Zech...just remember that you asked for this."

"Just remember that I get a turn on top too, River."

"If I let you."

Neither was willing to give an inch, save for the throbbing, impressive inches of the cock between then.

Zech saw himself as giving it, River saw herself as taking it for her own; dominance was on the line, and neither was willing to budge in their positions.

River was the one to move first, as she adjusted to the wider, satisfying girth beyond the tip of the hybrid's cock. Enjoying the casual, easy slide of his shaft as it worked into her, an inch at a time, the smaller canine was delighted to take her time with the first drop, allowing her to sink down to her knees...

...But once she was on them, she'd need to stand up on her toes to pry the beastly tool back out of herself.

"I really c-could take my time getting to know such a _glorious_cock, but...t-this is business," River explained herself, her knees bouncing up for the first time and forcing her inner muscles to grip that much tighter on the hybrid as she worked back toward his tip. "I'm sure you understand, Zech..."

"All too well," he said, rushing through the words before River had a chance to slam back into his lap; she could move her hips with _deadly_precision and strength, he had to grant. "But if you want to get the better of me, you might have to make this personal."

"You say that like you think I'm afraid to."

"Are you?"

Setting herself into a rapid pace, bucking herself on her chosen cock and forcing Zech to wince with her efforts, River was giving it her genuine best, even before she bent herself over the pinned coywolf.

"Not...e-even...a little bit," she answered, panting between every word and picking up the pace as she arched her back. She was finally in rage, just close enough to capture a brief taste of his own muzzle, but their lips touched for only the briefest of moments; affection and passion were in combat, more than concert.

She would have loved to keep tasting his lips, but she needed revenge, finding it in the crook of his neck and the perfect place to latch her fangs onto.

"Whatever y-you say, River," Zech teased, trying to cover up the tone of his voice and the subtle difficulty of answering her when she was pumping so expertly onto his cock. "Sure feels like you're trying to avoid a deeper connection, to me."

Biting firmly at the edge of his throat and slapping her rump onto his thighs, River took the entirety of his impressive length in a single pass. It forced him to suck in a gasp--something she took as a small victory--but she was only there long enough to squeeze the base of his member and silently encourage his knot to make an appearance, before she was off and bouncing herself in his lap again.

With just her knees to propel the act, River could move as fast as any man that Zech ever had the pleasure to bed.

He was looking forward to the challenge of putting her back in her place, but there was a greater thrill in knowing that nothing was guaranteed; she'd already surpassed his expectations.

"What's the matter? Nothing else t-to say?" Zech asked, goading her into wasting energy on an explanation.

Instead, he felt the greater warmth of her panting, steamy breath against the side of his neck. Pleasant enough to be sure, he would have been fine with her keeping that up, all while her inner muscles soaked his shaft with a glistening sheen, over and over again.

It was when she began suckling, starting the presence of a mark against his flesh that he finally decided to fight back, knowing he might only have one chance to win River over.

"You wanna fuck my brains out and t-try to win me over? Go for it...but if you're gonna try and mark me like that..."

He felt her lips grinning against his neck, a harder suckle coming through.

"...I'm not gonna hold back."

His hips were dormant to that point, biding their time: one thrust back into her body, meeting her pace, was all it took to force her lips to fly open.

The sound at his ear pierced his ear drum. "O-oh... fuck! You've been s-sitting there t-this whole time, when you could have been doing that all along? You...y-you lazy, inconsiderate-

"Watch your mouth, young lady."

Wrapping his arms around her back and holding her tight into his chest, Zech turned to the side, forcing River onto her hip. From there, she could barely bounce against him, but with his cock still buried deep inside of her, he could thrust all he wanted, turning the tables just enough to get his point across.

Thick, pressing digits roamed down her back, raking claws and deep , scarlet marks into her flesh as they moved, but Zech ignored the pleading cry that followed.

There would be no mercy for River...just as she'd always hoped for.

"To quote a man as great as yourself: make me ," River challenged him, but she knew that the coywolf was up to the task, already.

She just didn't know to what degree, and long, lazy strokes from his side wouldn't be enough to get his point across, no matter how many of them her shuddering body absorbed.

"I was in the middle of that, but if this isn't enough, I'd be happy to take it a step further."

"A slow, lazy fuck on my side? Are you dominating me, or are you trying to serenade me?"

"...Now you're just asking for it."

"Telling."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

Grabbing her body by the shoulders, Zech was forced into a wrestling match with River, but much to his surprise, her strength was greater than her tight, slender form would suggest. She gave an earnest struggle, forcing him to put his genuine strength into the act of turning her and pinning her shoulders into the bed.

Contorted as she was, her hips would eventually follow, but even from the flat of her back, River wasn't going to take defeat in a passive manner.

"That's what we're doing this for, yes," she teased, grunting her way through and pushing back against the rippling, overwhelming bulk of his arms. "Way to..._nnf..._s-state the obvious!"

A paw slipped from her shoulder, skipping the sensual tour of her breasts and her smooth, alluring torso.

Zech went right for her hip, gripping it hard and turning it--and raking his claws into her flesh the moment she resisted.

Leaning up from the spot to bite down on the bulk of his other arm, River was content to leave as many marks on the coywolf as his body could take, but even when she was sure she'd pierce his flesh, he kept pushing, until her hips were fully turned and her rump was settled in the middle of the bed.

Releasing her all at once, River tried to bounce up, but the roll of her legs played right into his hand: he caught her ankles, leaned his weight in, and pinned her back to the bed, folding her with all the ease of a lawn chair.

"...F...Fuck...that was cheap!"

"Uh huh."

"Don't you uh huh me, you d-damned...bruuuute!"

Zech wasn't waiting for River to accept her fate. Leaning in, his cock grazed over her petals, and a subtle dip pushed the tip right back in.

Taking the whole length and the earnest force and weight of the coywolf in turn, River was brought to the edge of her orgasm by one thrust, pushed over it by the next, and left to squirt a warm, feminine streak of ejaculate upon Zech's thighs as her final, messy act of defiance.

She saw it was a final stand.

He saw it as her body waving the white flag, as he pounded her hips into the mattress with relentless force, pushing greater streaks of her mess out of her quivering womanhood.

"Music to my ears, you little bottom..."

River wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her orgasmic song. Her fangs pushed out and up as she scowled at him, biting down into his shoulder and leaving a fresh, new mark in his flesh...but as the weight of Zech's knot sunk into her, he returned the favor.

Whimpering into her mouthful and quivering around his length, River didn't have to say that she'd been beaten, but there was bliss in knowing that she gave it her best, and that the only man worthy of the title was the one that finally pumped his knot through her tight, gripping resistance, tying their bodies together.

Her tummy was already bulging with the first gush of his seed, and as plentiful, fertile cum spread inside of her body, coating her inner walls and painting her womb with every throb, she melted beneath him, captured in his arms, stuffed with his cock, held down by his fangs... utterly dominated.

It was a masterclass example by Zech, who shuddered with every pulse of his length inside of her...and an exercise in sexual frustration for Forest, who could only watch and whimper as streams of precum spilled down his untouched shaft.