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"It was really nice of the girls to let you come over and help me with this. I don't think I would have been able to get the mattress on the frame without a little help."

Getting the box spring into place was easy enough--those weren't very heavy in the first place--but Aya was the kind of woman who needed a king-sized mattress, thanks to her height.

Without a little assistance to get it into place, she risked damaging the materials under the packing plastic, and thankfully, Ian had the strength enough to get the job done on his own.

"They don't have me on a leash, you know," Ian teased. "But they were perfectly happy to have me help you out. I'm pretty sure they'll both be sleeping the night away anyway, as it is."

"Thanks to you," Aya shot the tease right back. "You're quite the little breeder, aren't you?"

Ian nearly lost his grip on the packing plastic, utterly flustered by those words...and the rare fact that anyone would ever have the chance to call him 'little.'

"The doctors said that I was rather virile, yes," he admitted, trying his best not to sound like he was bragging about something he had no control over. "But I do feel bad that the girls are having to try sleeping all over the house to get comfortable, now. I guess having a larger belly makes everything more interesting."

"I'm sure they're both perfectly fine with the adjustments. Goodness knows any girl would be lucky to be taken care of the same way that you treat them."

Flustered again, but more flattered than anything, Ian was happy to have his efforts recognized by someone outside of his own house.

"They deserve the best that I can give," he suggested.

Turning the mattress onto the box spring with a quiet huff , Ian pushed everything right into place, with a guiding paw from Aya to get the soft, plush bed right where it needed to go.

One more quick adjustment toward the headboard left the mattress right where Aya wanted it, but as she looked it over, she brought her palm to her chin and shook her head. "No...something still doesn't feel quite right about it."

Ian blinked. "I didn't think there was a wrong way to put a mattress onto a frame."

"No, no...not that. It's right where I want it, but I'm still not sure about the mattress itself ," she explained. "Feels like I need to test it first before I decide to stick with it."

"By all means," Ian took a half step back. "Go ahead and try it out. If you really don't think it's comfortable, better to test it now while we can still easily return it."

"Pretty sure that it's plenty comfortable," Aya explained. She pushed down on the edges, crumpling the plastic under her digits...but as she leaned, the loose, slack fabric of her top dangled lower, tempting Ian's eyes with the sight of her cleavage. "But I need to make sure that it can stand up to something more than sleeping in...think you're up for a little product testing?"

For the sake of her height alone, Aya was an intimidating woman to plenty of people, beyond the men that would have taken a second look at her for her striking beauty.

The maned wolf was used to that, knowing that a trademark of her species was the long, alluring legs and that allowed them to stand over everyone in the first place. It was a rare delight that anyone in the bedroom came anywhere near her height, and even Ian, as the tallest member of the pack, found her standing a few inches taller than his upright frame.

Of course, when she was bent halfway over the bed and leaning that much closer to the nervous wolf, her height was less a point of intimidation than her forward nature.

"Aya, y-you...you can't be serious," Ian tried his best to reply with a proper gentleman's attitude, but he struggled to keep his eyes any higher than the cut of Aya's top. "You know I have a pair of kids on the way!"

"And their mothers assured me that it was okay if I helped you blow off a little steam," Aya confirmed. "You've been such an understanding lover for them; taking it easier than you normally would and tending to their sensual needs, even though they can't tend to your own in the same way as before...they agreed that you deserved to let loose."

As close as Aya had become with the members of the pack, Ian wasn't all that surprised to hear that Katy and Amy were conspiring behind his back, but the initial shock of the maned wolf's invitation was still wearing off as he let out a low breath.

"They really said that...t-that this was okay?" he asked, the girth of his cock already pressing at the lap of his jeans, silently begging for someone to relieve the pressure. "That they didn't have a problem with me doing this?"

"They insisted upon it, even," Aya confirmed. "There's even a few text messages on my phone, asking if we were done setting up the bed...or if we'd already gotten to testing it for...shall we call it... durability?"

Ian would have asked for the proof, if Aya wasn't already holding up the screen. The phone number matched Katy's--he had it memorized long before--but Ian was still coming down from the whiplash of it all when Aya stashed the phone back in her pocket.

"If you're telling me to have a go at you the way I normally would have with Katy or Amy, at least, when they were able...t-that...that's gonna be really rough," Ian warned. "When the girls get under my skin just the right way, I tend to go a little wild..."

"That's exactly what I'm after, and just the kind of reward that such a faithful father-to-be deserves, Ian. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you...whatever you've been able to throw at them, you can throw at me twice as hard."

For a first time, Ian liked to warm up to his partners and feel out what they were really capable of, but Aya was already tugging at the loose fabric of her tank top, accepting such paltry consequences of soreness and rugburn as badges of honor, more than concerns for her own safety.

"For what it's worth, you just might find yourself feeling a little sore tomorrow," she added, seeing that Ian was still coming around to the idea at his own pace. "We're gonna have to try a few positions to make sure that this bed is up to the task."

Tossing her top at Ian's face, the maned wolf make quick work of her brassier while the Mexican wolf struggled just to get that garment off the end of his muzzle. His vision was obscured just long enough that he could see the delicate flesh of tender, black nipples in the middle of a field of creamy fur, and just above, the wild, lengthy spikes of her mane were exposed to him like a fire, layered with orange heat, black smoke and white intensity.

Behind it all was a narrowed gaze: one that was all out of patience by the time that Ian managed to pull her top away from his face. She pushed down at the waistline of her yoga pants, but just as the fluff of her pubic mound pushed over the edge, she hesitated.

"...You think this is a free show, big guy? We're going blow for blow," she reminded him, seeing that he was still fumbling with her top. "Get your clothes off and get on the bed, Ian...we're gonna let the beast out of his cage and see what he can really do."

It had been far too long since the last time Ian was allowed to give the act of making love his full intensity. He didn't mind dialing it down for Katy and Amy, of course--he was happy to be gentle with the mothers of his children--but some part of him longed for the chance to pump the full length of his cock into a woman with the greatest depth and force he could manage.

Fumbling digits came to the button of his jeans, prompting Aya to move again; the maned wolf was up to the task, and a quick peel of her panties from her folds revealed a long, narrow strand of feminine arousal, dripping away from glistening petals.

"I'd ask if you were really sure about this, but I get the feeling I'd be wasting my breath," Ian finally allowed himself to relax, even slightly, as the tip of his tapered, canine member pushed over his lowered boxers. "And something tells me I'm gonna need my lungs for something else, in a minute or two."

"You keep me waiting that long, and I'll make you wait the rest of the night to get your rocks off," Aya teased, unafraid to play the role of a dominant party in any bedroom. "But if you hurry up, I'll let you pop off whenever you want...you can even knot me , if you like; this girl hasn't stopped taking her birth control."

Just as Ian was letting his mind come around to the idea, Aya appealed to his other sensibilities, knowing that it had been far too long since he was able to put the entirety of his flesh into any orifice.

She came close enough to breathe on the tip of his member, knowing that would be more than enough of a tease to stir the beast awake, but she didn't linger for the taste she was after. Instead, she turned away from him immediately, pausing just long enough to grab the hem of her own panties.

Yoga pants sat on the floor, but panties remained around her knees as she tugged them down. Her long, swishing tail lifted out of the way, and for a moment, Aya was dripping with such anticipation that it looked as though she'd wet herself...

...And thanks to Katy and Amy, Ian knew that she was a fan of that kink, the same as he was.

"You know just what to say to get a guy to come around, don't you?" Ian asked. His voice was a tease, but the tone was thicker than before-- gruff , to say the least--and fangs were gritted with anticipation, even before he climbed into the bed.

It was rare that he needed to press down on a woman's back to line up his shot correctly, but Aya was the tallest woman he'd ever laid with: his cock, no matter how impressive, still throbbed under the cleft of her womanhood, bouncing up and into her soaking petals as he tried to set it in place.

"Go on," Aya dared him, thinking she knew what he was up to. "Mold me however you need to, Ian. You can't break me."

Though one of his thick, powerful paws did press down against the small of her back, forcing the slender canine to bend under his touch, Ian wasn't trying to line himself up for penetration.

Instead, Aya felt something more--something warmer--as the tip of his drooling cock slipped between her folds. The golden stream continued to grow, spraying across the mound of her womanhood, teasing her clit and reaching as far as the underside of her breasts before Ian finally stuffed the head of his cock inside of her.

If the plastic wrap was draped across the floor, he would have kept going, but Aya's toes were already curling at the feeling of warm, intimate fluids spreading inside of her, flooding her passage with a different kind of heat, before the weight of his cock could take its place.

"That...t-that was a dirty little trick, Ian!" Aya groaned, biting back on her pleasure in the hopes of seeming like she still had _some_sense of control. "Not that there's anything little about you...d-damn...you're such a thick wolf!"

It was her first time knowing the delight of taking Ian's cock into her body, and just like every woman that came before her, Aya was finding that her eyes were bigger than her stomach: she had enough room to take every inch of him, but that first pass and the deep, eager pump forced her to pause and grip at the plastic covering on the mattress.

Wrinkled, crumpled sheets of polymer molded between her digits, nearly torn asunder by her ferocious grip. "And you're s-such a tight one, yourself," Ian told her, knowing that his words would become that much harder to find as he embraced the proper spirit of a canine. "You sure y-you still want me to give it all I've got?"

"I'm sure that you'd better get your licks in while you can," Aya warned him. "Because I'm gonna fuck you twice as hard when I get on top."

"If you do."

" Try me."

Aya knew that Ian was going to lunge forth and bury the whole of his member inside of her at that taunt, and in turn, Ian knew she'd be ready for it.

He didn't think she'd be so ready that she'd pump herself back at his hips, forcing his length to completely hilt inside of her, the very tip of his member coming just short of kissing the edge of her cervix.

"Not a b-bad start," Aya stammered, looking back over her shoulder with even greater intensity in her gaze. "But you've been holding back for so long, Ian...start acting like it!"

A partner that wasn't afraid to demand the most of Ian was sure to receive his very best, and the next thrust came with that much more intensity...but it wasn't alone.

Thick, powerful arms clutched around Aya's tummy, tugging her back and into the wolf, forcing her to hold steady for the force of every thrust that followed, but if she was going to convince him that she was done with the warmup, he was happy to answer in kind.

His sack slapped hard against the peak of her womanhood as he pounded into her body from behind, and staying in close, a series of rapid, hammering thrusts should have given Aya reason to shy away from pushing his buttons...

...But they only served to push her tongue over the side of her muzzle as a cry of delight escaped her lungs.

"Harder, big boy..."

"Mrnnf...w-what?"

"I said harder!" she demanded, pushing herself back and doing an admirable job of keeping up his impressive, dominant pace. "I can take more than that...I told you already: you c-can't break me, no matter how hard you try!"

Ian couldn't recall the last time he'd given such force through his hips, but tightening his arms that much more around her tummy, the thicker wolf held the taller wolf in place, pounding against her with all the force that he could muster with slick, uncertain plastic under his knees.

Their bodies crashed into one another as Aya took every deep, stretching thrust that Ian could offer, but she wasn't planning on letting him finish on top.

"Feel that, Ian...?"

Inner muscles clenched and worked around his shaft, milking it to simulate the pressure of an orgasm, but it was just a ploy to get the wolf to readjust his posture one more time.

As soon as his grip loosened around her body, she slipped out of his reaches and off of his cock. The nearly feral Ian blinked as he looked down, and a moment later, two palms landed on his shoulders and pushed him right back into the puddle of his own piss.

Climbing atop with a triumphant grin and a giddy wiggle of the hips, Aya treated Ian like her own white whale, turning the conquest of his flesh into a personal mission. Just straddling his hips was a grand accomplishment, but kissing her petals onto the tip of his cock and watching his eyes wince under the weight of his new pleasure was something more.

"Told you I'd go twice as hard once I was here," Aya warned him, but that was before she'd pushed herself onto his shaft and dropped her rump into his lap.

The first pass was never that bad, but on the second, as she rolled up on her knees and found her posture, she slammed back down, landing her womanhood perfectly on his cock and crashing into his thighs with such force that it took the wind from his lungs.

"Oh...o-oh... fuck! Where the hell did you learn to m-move like that?" Ian asked, catching his breath quickly enough to try and counter Aya's effrots...though grabbing her hips and trying to control her pace was a fool's errand, once she found her stride. "Never had..._nnf..._a-anyone fuck me t-this...this hard!"

"That was the idea, Ian. Now stop staring...and s-start pumping!"

Pushing her palms down on his chest, Aya forced Ian to work purely from the hip, but she could already feel his knot pushing against her folds, needing a stronger, harder thrust to properly bury itself within her.

She didn't need to give him the extra motivation of letting a slow, lazy trickle of urine spill down his shaft, but seeing that warm, liquid gold flood over his knot and along the valley of his crotch, Ian couldn't help himself: he was giving everything he had, crashing into Aya and meeting her rhythm in the hopes of a deep, proper tie.

His first reward was the stream of Aya's pee stretching further and splashing over the middle of his stomach as her inner muscles worked that much harder...

"Oohfuck! That...t-that's it, Ian! Just a little more! Just a little...little harder!" Aya barked out desperate instructions for his second reward, those heavenly sounds teasing his sensitive ears.

The third reward was the quietest, but the sinking of his knot, finally passing through her tight, natural resistance and burying his knot inside of her proved to be the greatest pleasure of all.

Just as the stream of her golden offering weakened and dribbled away, Aya felt a new, fluid delight spreading inside of her body, flooding her womanhood on a single gush and invading her womb on the next.

"And you...y-you've still got so much more left to give, don't you?" she asked, trying to keep her breathing under control. "You've been backed up for a while now..."

Ian nodded, his entire body trembling around the epicenter of his orgasmic release. "Been w-way too long," he agreed. "But what of it?"

"Well, you didn't think we were already done, did you?"

The thicker wolf cocked a brow the best that he could, when his face was still twisted up by his physical ecstasy.

"That was just two positions, Ian...we've got a whole list to get through."