Harem Round-Robin

Sarahi

The group gathered in the living room in an uncomfortable silence. Every one of them knew what had to come next. Nobody quite wanted to say it. Fortunately, having taken this proverbial bull by the horns, Nayeli seemed determined to steer it where she willed, despite being just as badly in the throes of her need now as the rest of them. "Sarahi," she sighed as everyone found seats around the room and seemly places to keep their hands, "You first. If it won't be me, it should certainly be you."

The Sha'khari shook her head. "This isn't right, Nayeli. It should be you."

The Lioness nodded, but insisted otherwise. "I'm the one who made this decision. This is his punishment, so to speak, not yours. Go on. Use mine and Mom's room. It has the bigger bed." So saying, the teenage Lioness took herself to the kitchen to distract herself with finding drinks for their guests...though she highly doubted anyone had an appetite at just this moment.

Oro looked no happier than Sarahi as they started for the door to that bedroom...but then the Sha'khari turned and trotted quickly into the kitchen, and caught Nayeli by the hand. "...Come with us," she begged, "For my sake. I want...someone to hold."

Nayeli's blushed deepened, and she felt her chest tighten with desire. "Sarahi...I'm not..."

"I am both," the Sha'khari reminded her with a pleading look, "And I want both. Both of my best friends, specifically. Is...that okay? You have no idea how torn up I've been over it...or him. You don't have to do anything," she promised quickly, though they both knew that would be a stretch at best, "Just sit with me. Please. If you insist on not being his first, you should at least witness it."

She really had no idea. They hadn't told her about the fight they had been minutes away from having over her...or why. And the Sha'khari didn't want to breathe a word about any of it right now. The mood was tense enough as it was. But secretly, she could not be more elated at the situation. It was the perfect excuse for the perfect arrangement, one she and Oro had never dared to consider, but was now all but forced on them. Sarahi, for one, wasn't going to let the opportunity slip by.

The Lioness sighed...and relented. Sarahi kept a firm hold of her hand, leading her around the bend in the livingroom and into the master bedroom. Nayeli's cheeks burned, and she pointedly avoided looking at her mother as they passed...not that Mrs. Hope was casting any kind of accusing looks at anyone.

Oro was leaning against the far wall, waiting, looking as grumpy as ever. "So you did convince her," he growled as the pair slipped in and closed the door, "Color me surprised." He wasn't nearly as unhappy as he sounded...not about Nayeli joining them, at any rate. He was mostly still grappling with the guilt of knowing this was his fault, that he deserved what Nayeli had decided for him, and that none of them deserved for things to have gone this way. Whatever Sarahi and Nayeli in particular wanted to do to make things...more tolerable...he would go along with without complaint.

The Sha'khari took a deep, slightly unsteady breath as Nayeli paced around to the other side of the bed, giving her and Oro both plenty of space...then reached down to unzip her skirt, pulling the long cloth off her back and draping it over the foot of the bed like an extra blanket. She'd done this often enough that it hardly bothered her anymore...though she'd never done it with the parts between her hind legs standing out so obviously. She tried...consciously tried...not to hide them this time. That would be pointless. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and though it would be convenient to blame it on the spell that had forced them here today...

"Gods forgotten, you have no idea how often I have dreamed of this," she confessed quietly, taking the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head determinedly, "Though I did imagine happier circumstances...or at least not feeling so pressed. Still..." Sarahi reached behind her and unfastened her bra, brushing it off her shoulders and turning to face Oro squarely, completely naked and unhidden. "Still...even in this strange situation...I want this. I would have been willing without the spell. So don't regret it, and don't pity me...and don't hold back."

Her face was hot, and she could feel the color spreading all the way down her neck to drape across the top of her breasts. Padding over to the Rabbit, she kissed his grumpy cheek. "Will you mind if I pick the position?" she asked softly, pleased to see his cheeks burning nearly as brightly as hers. Oro shook his head, and Sarahi turned toward the bed and Nayeli, standing on the other side. Sarahi climbed onto the mattress with just her front paws, laying her animal chest down across the blanket with her hind legs standing just over the edge. She spread her back paws and lifted her tail, fully exposing every intimate place she possessed to him, inviting him to use them as he desired. She glanced over her shoulder at the Rabbit who had both stolen and broken her heart. "You," she cooed, swinging her back hips invitingly, "Do what comes naturally." Turning to give an embarrassed smile to Nayeli, the Sha'khari patted the space of mattress between her front paws. "You sit here. Please. I want to hold you while he...while I give myself to him."

The Lioness crawled onto the bed, sitting on her knees between those spread paws, and hugged Sarahi tightly to her. The Sha'khari sighed contentedly. "Will you be mad," she whispered in Nayeli's ear, "If I say I'm glad it turned out this way? I never would have wished it on you, but--"

The Lioness shook her head, and whispered back, "I was bracing myself to discover him having an affair with you, someday. I already forgave it. This is better, I think, out in the open."

Sarahi chuckled. "You're too kind for your own good," she pressed her cheek against Nayeli's, "You know he's not that type. I'd like to think I'm not either. But thank you."

A hand lightly touched her haunches, and a shiver ran up her spine. They had been holding each other, eyes closed and distracting themselves with their own talk, while Oro undressed. She couldn't ignore him any longer, though, with his hands brushing down her back legs, and over the curve of her rump, and tentatively tracing a line from her sac to the warm, wet little slit above it. "I'm--ahem," she had to clear the nervous squeak from her throat to speak clearly for him, "I'm sorry," she began again, looking at him over her shoulder and giving her haunches a gentle swing, "You always said nobody would find that half attractive, but--"

He swung his hand up sharply, like he was going to swat her, and she tensed up and squeaked in anticipation. But he only patted her rump gently as he lined himself up behind her. "You should know by now not to buy all the shit I spout," he growled, "You're plenty pretty. Even this half." And to prove it, he pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel the stiffness of his arousal lift her balls and press against her own.

Sarahi bit her lip, burying her face in Nayeli's shoulder as her blush deepened, if that was possible. "Oh gods forgotten...stop teasing me, you dick," she begged, and Nayeli hugged her tight as Oro pulled back enough to find her virgin entrance...

She winced a little, clinging to her best friend desperately as he broke her, forever claiming a place in her life that no other could take. Sarahi was glad to have given it to him. Even with the sting still fresh, she rocked her hips back against his encouragingly, and kissed Nayeli's shoulder and neck. "Thank you," she whispered for the Lioness' ears only, "Thank you for being here, like this. This is so nice. It's really the best for me. I won't complain...if it's always like this."

Nayeli nuzzled her cheek. She understood, she thought. Thanks to the Sha'khari's long body, she would never be able to hold the person making love to her while he made love to her. Maybe she wouldn't have minded, overall...but Sarahi deeply appreciated having someone she loved to hold her during this first time, at the least. And she showed her gratitude by kissing Nayeli full and hot on the lips...which took the Lioness more than a little by surprise, to tell the truth. Their lips were still sealed together when a tremor ran through the Sha'khari's body, culminating in a soft squeal into Nayeli's mouth. A small puddle of oozy pleasure splashed into the carpet between her and Oro's spread feet.

Nayeli blinked in surprise, drawing back with an amused, though disbelieving grin. "...Already?"

"Oh, what the fuck did you expect?!" Sarahi groaned, panting against her shoulder, "I've been teetering on the verge for...like, three fucking hours without being able to finish! Don't you dare stop!" she bucked back against Oro, who had paused his own movement out of concern for her, not quite realizing exactly what had happened. "Tell him to keep going," she begged Nayeli, "Please, let him finish in me, just once."

The Lioness chuckled, still holding her close and lovingly, and nodded encouragingly to Oro. "You know no one tells him what to do," she reminded her friend as the Rabbit began rocking against them again, "Least of all me."

But Sarahi shook her head. "This is wonderful...but he's your husband now. It's what you always wanted...both of you. And I want to respect that. I won't let him...do anything...without your okay first."

Nayeli thought it a sweet sentiment, though a little moot in light of the spell they were all under now. Sarahi might not have much choice in the future, and neither would Nayeli. Still, as she watched her new husband ride their best friend through half-lidded eyes...she didn't think she minded that much.

Oro grit his teeth and pressed in hard against her, pinning her hips between his own and the mattress with a low groan. Sarahi cooed happily, flexing her toes and hugging Nayeli as she felt his climax pouring inside her. The Rabbit bent over her hindquarters breathlessly when he finally finished twitching, taking a moment to recover his breath before pulling out.

Sarahi kissed Nayeli's cheek one more time, then reluctantly let go of the Lioness, backing off of the bed carefully. Her own legs weren't entirely steady after that, and she was glad she had four of them to balance on. The Sha'khari laid a hand on her skirt, considering it for a moment...then sighed, "Oh, fuck it," and left the garment and her shirt both where they were as she padded for the door. "Who do you want me to send in?"

"Oh, I am not sitting in on everyone's turn," Nayeli moaned, hastily climbing down from the bed and joining her at the door. She gave Oro a wistful look over her shoulder. "Be kind to the rest, too." Then she and Sarahi slipped out the door together.

Tuli

Sarahi cupped her hands over her bare breasts, but made no other effort to conceal herself. It was done. She was his now. And she had decided, given that, she was never going to be uncomfortable with her body in his house again. To that end, she intended to go fully naked for the rest of...however long she stayed here today.

No one was in any condition to be shocked by her brazenness.

"Diya...," Nayeli called, but the little Feline shook her head, wringing her hands in the hem of her shirt with the effort of not touching herself. They had all learned some time ago that such touches were a futile effort, leading only to frustration and, if they weren't careful, mild pain.

"Kylan and I are going together," she explained breathily, "Mrs. Hope--"

"T-together?" Nayeli blinked, tilting her head at them, "As in...both of you...at once?"

The smaller female nodded with a slight grimace. "I know...it's a bad time to spring this on you," she whimpered, a little woozy with the effort of resisting her need, "But...we're kind of a thing, ourselves," she wagged a finger between herself and her brother, at the other end of the couch. Kylan only nodded affirmation, not daring to look the other girls in the face.

There were suddenly about a hundred questions in Nayeli's head, and she couldn't decide which of them needed answering first. She was getting a little light-headed from the prolonged arousal, herself...and ultimately decided she didn't need to know anything else tonight. She was in no condition to make rational evaluations anymore. "...As you like, then," she said simply, waving in the general direction of the bedroom door. Whoever was going, it was probably best not to leave Oro sitting for too long.

Mrs. Hope quietly got to her feet. The twins had been under this effect for quite a while longer than she had...and frankly, she was more used to coping with this kind of want. But it was in poor taste to argue right now, especially given what they had shared with her. So she had simply decided to take the turn they offered, and make it as quick as she could for their sakes. As she turned toward the door, though, she tilted her head as Nayeli moved away from it and toward the kitchen again. "Oh, you're not going to sit in with us, too?"

"M-Mom!" the younger Lioness looked genuinely embarrassed now, but her mother only giggled and took a quick step over to kiss her on the forehead.

"I love you, too, dear," she cooed, loosening her tie a little as she stepped into the bedroom and pushed the door gently closed behind her.

Oro was sitting on the edge of the bed, still recovering from his previous orgasm. "Fuck," he hissed when he saw who had come to him next, unable to look her in the eye.

The Lioness giggled, dropping her tie carelessly on the floor, followed quickly by her gloves, and began to undo the buttons on her vest. "Yes, and quickly," she smiled, "I'm already exhausted from want, and those kids are going to faint if they have to endure this much longer."

The Rabbit on the bed grit his teeth, looking steadily at a very uninteresting spot on the wall by the headboard. "Mrs. Hope," he began softly, "I am so sor--"

"No more," she cut him off insistently, causing the Rabbit to blink in surprise and turn to face her despite his shame. Her vest joined the rest of the formal-wear, and she started making slow, fluid strides toward the bed as she undid the buttons of her shirt, oozing confidence and appeal in degrees her now son-in-law found...uncomfortable. "You can't call me that anymore," she elaborated as she reached the edge of the bed, shrugging her shirt off her shoulders and swinging it loosely around his, pulling him gently forward until he almost fell against her large, round breasts. "It's not something you call a woman you're in bed with," she smiled gently.

"The Hell am I supposed to call you, then?" he growled, put a little back in his right mind by the irritation of being scolded at a time like this, "'Mom'?"

She dropped the shirt at the edge of the bed, and unzipped her slacks with a smirk. "...I wouldn't mind that," she admitted, bending forward to push her pants down her long, shapely legs and offering him a view of the cleft between her breasts, "I have a slight incest fetish, if my taste in erotic stories is anything to go by," she admitted. Oro's face turned bright pink again, despite his scowl, and she giggled at the juxtaposition. "'Tuli' would probably be best, though," she suggested, lifting his chin to look her in the eye despite his reluctance. "That's my name, you know. So take your pick: 'Tuli' or 'Mom', and say it softly, and often. I like to hear a happy man calling for me."

Her hand trailed from his chin, down his throat, to his chest, and she gently pushed him onto his back as she raised one leg onto the mattress. He didn't realize until she began lining up his recovered erection that she hadn't been wearing any panties (or had stripped them off with her pants). The older Lioness was just about to impale herself on him when he took hold of both her arms. "Mrs....Tuli," he caught himself, forcing the new name onto his lips.

She smiled at him, sympathetically, and nodded patiently as he tried to break the old habit...then blinked in surprise as he pulled her to the side with shocking strength, laying her on her back and rolling himself on top of her all in the same motion. "...I am no one's bottom," he declared firmly. Tuli blinked up at him again...then smiled once more.

"No...no, clearly you are not," she agreed, hooking one leg around his hips and lifting the other to rest lightly on his shoulder, opening herself to him invitingly. "After tonight, I don't think I'll be 'above' you in any meaningful way anymore. Not as a mother. Not even as a woman. So do as you like...but please be kind."

Oro nodded...and claimed her. He didn't try to apologize again. She, perhaps better than any of them, understood that life didn't always take the turns you expected. She was well practiced in dealing with that. He had never been more grateful to her.

"Oooh...you're a good one," she cooed gently, cupping her hands against his neck and cheeks as he rode her, "So thick and full. Mmm...you can go harder, if you want," she coaxed, reminding him that she was also well used to being...taken. Not always gently.

Oro grit his teeth, and paused for a moment. Tuli tilted her head, her smile fading just a bit, concerned she had said more than she should have. "I'm not comfortable saying this," the Rabbit growled, "So I'm only going to do it once. Then I'm going to be angry. Alright?" He didn't actually wait for her to confirm that she was alright with that, but did meet her eyes steadily at last. "I love you. I love your house. I love this family. I never want to leave it. And I never wanted to hurt you."

Tuli blinked. Then smiled, genuinely, and nodded her understanding. Then groaned as he drove into her, fast and hard. Her legs firmed up their grip, and her hands steadied themselves on his arms. He could be angry with her. She could be his vent for that. She could take it. "Yes...so good...oooh, yes!" she moaned, and he could feel her walls starting to flutter around his dick as he hammered her hips with all his embarrassment and frustration. Tuli, for better or worse, was a talker...and continued to coo encouragement and praises right through her own orgasm, telling him what a good lover he was, and how full he made her, and how hard he felt as her walls clamped around him.

"Fuck, M--Tuli," he groaned, grinding into her unrelentingly, "Fuck, Tuli! Fuck,fuckfuck!!" She giggled at the narrowness of his vocabulary as he drove himself to climax, and locked him in against her hips when she felt it overtake him. Oro couldn't have withdrawn if he'd wanted to, and Tuli just smiled at him proudly through every twitch and spasm, until his whole body unwound like a released spring and he nearly toppled onto her.

"Mmm...you're in for a rough night, dear," she warned gently, letting him rest on top of her for a moment, "If you're this spent after just two of us. Pace yourself. Let the girls do more of the work." She kissed his cheek softly, running her fingers through the fur atop his head, and between his ears. "If it helps at all...I'm glad to have you. In my family, and in my bed. So be angry, if you must, but be softer on the others, okay? You can always come back to me."

He nodded against her breast, breathlessly. She let him lay there, comforting him, until he'd recovered himself enough to withdraw and get his feet under him. It was amazing how relieved she felt now that it was done, and she wondered if that was also part of the spell...or just a side effect of her own natural perversion. She didn't linger in the room to ponder it, though...and followed Sarahi's lead in leaving her clothes in the room with him.

The Twins

"...Mom!!" Nayeli groaned, covering her face as Tuli emerged from the bedroom, naked and obviously wet in inappropriate places.

Tuli gave her daughter a sympathetic smile, but giggled, "Oh, dear, if what I've been told is true, you're going to have to get used to much worse than this. Diya, Kylan," the older Lioness turned to the twins, "He's waiting for you. Sarahi, help me in the kitchen, please. That boy is going to be famished by the time he's done with us all."

The Sha'khari followed her helpfully as the twins slipped through the door to the bedroom. Oro was sitting on the edge of the bed again, rubbing his eyes and face. He didn't so much as greet them, but just shot them a look that said he was already fed up with this day and pitied them for being next in the path of his wrath. "It's not going to go like you want," he warned them by way of greeting as soon as the door was closed, addressing Kylan more than Diya. "I made you a promise. I will keep it. But not tonight. I am already angry, tired, hungry, and getting sore. I can't afford to cater to anyone else. You wouldn't want me tonight."

Kylan, face flushed red with desire and eyes already glossy with lust as he stared at the limp extremity between Oro's thighs...nodded his understanding. "I was never going to hold you to it, anyway," the little male promised, "Tastes are tastes, and there's no changing that. It can't be helped. I'm not the kind of jerk that would expect you to try." He unzipped his pants and began pushing them down his legs, while his sister pulled her shirt over her head, all the while watching him a little uncertainly, like she wasn't sure how well he was going to take this situation. He seemed to be doing okay with it, though. "But I would like to think we're friends," her brother continued, "That is why I agreed to help. Although, I have to admit...had I known about this..."

"I never would have called you," Oro growled, "I never would have cast the fucking thing if I had a clue. What pisses me off is I should have had a clue. Damn witch..." Whatever he added after that was under his breath, soft enough that they couldn't hear it. Oro reluctantly pushed himself to his feet...only to have Diya step forward quickly and push him back down again. It was a testament to how worn out he was that she was even capable of moving him against his will.

"Whatever you've been doing so far," she remarked gently, "It sure hasn't helped you blow off any steam. Take it easy. We've got this," she promised him, getting down on her knees between his. Looking sweet and innocent and vulnerable, the little female gently coaxed his knees apart, leaning in to nuzzle his groin with her nose. Kylan got down beside her, kissing the side of Oro's limp dick and offering his most girlish smile to the Rabbit. Diya rubbed her cheek against his, licking Oro from the other side and flashing a come-and-get-it grin.

"...Fuck," the Rabbit hissed as the pair began gently peppering him with kisses and little licks, just letting their tongues peek out from their lips, "How can you look so happy about this?"

"We role-play a lot," Diya explained, "I'm told I do a pretty good impression of you. Now, you just let us know if you want to get...rougher," she winked and patted her tush suggestively, "...Master." She then used her tongue to push the tip of Oro's cock into Kylan's mouth. Her brother sucked gently as he drew back, then ran his tongue up the underside.

They spent quite a while like this. Both twins lavished affection on his manhood, neither of them shy about touching the other with lips or tongue as they did so. It became difficult at times to tell if they were sucking him off or making out with each other. The taste of his previous couplings, lingering in the fur of his balls and above his dick, was thoroughly cleansed. They kissed his sac, gently suckling his balls.

It concerned Diya a little, just how long Oro took to respond to their affections. She was beginning to wonder if he found them genuinely unattractive, when he finally began to harden, growing slowly larger and reaching over her shoulder as she kissed the side of the shaft, making it easier for her brother to lick and kiss the other side. She looked up at his face, trying to give him the most sultry come-hither glance she could...but he was still mostly scowling, like he felt a little betrayed by his own arousal. The little female slid her tongue underneath his sac and teased the back of it briefly, putting her hand under his knee like she intended to lift it. "Master...would you like me to lick--"

"No," Oro cut her off before she could even finish the offer.

She took her hand off his leg, but assured him, "I don't mind. I do Kylan's all the time. We would both--"

"Shut. Up," he growled, "Before you turn me off again." He forced her to bite her words then by taking the back of her head in a firm (actually slightly painful) grip. Diya opened her mouth wide as he crammed her face down on his shaft, driving it all the way to the back of her throat. "Fuck...that feels good," he hissed, giving Kylan a sideways glance, "You're next."

"Oh, yes, please, Master," the little male moaned happily, cupping his hands between his own legs as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, waiting patiently for the Rabbit to fill it.

Oro grunted as he pulled Diya down firmly a couple of times, scrunching her nose up against his tummy before letting her go. She gasped and coughed a little as she tried to take a deep breath again. "Stop that," the Rabbit growled as he took Kylan's head in a similar grip and laid the tip of his dick on the offered tongue, "I don't like being called 'Master'. It doesn't do anything for me. Just swallow what I feed you," he demanded, pulling Kylan's head down only slightly less roughly than he'd done Diya's, "And make it look...difficult."

Whatever he tried to say in reply was choked back by Oro's dick invading his throat as the Rabbit pulled the Feline's nose all the way down against his tummy. Kylan squeezed his eyes shut and seemed to be doing his best to unhinge his jaw to accommodate Oro's girth. Diya, once she recovered her breath, leaned in close to kiss her brother's cheek and whisper encouragement in his ear, reaching between his thighs to stroke him while he concentrated on swallowing Oro.

After a few brief thrusts, the Rabbit withdrew roughly, leaving Kylan gasping and swallowing hard just to flex his throat. "Gotta admit...I like your mouth," Oro panted, finding it harder and harder to breathe, even when he wasn't aroused, as the night went on. "Not gonna...cut it though. Sorry."

Kylan shook his head, needing no apologies. He and his sister sat there on their knees, hands between each other's legs, gazing up at him fondly and looking sweetly fuckable while they waited for him to decide how he wanted them to finish him. After a moment, Oro picked up Kylan, pulling him away from his sister to deposit him on his back on the bed, with his head near the edge. The little male opened his mouth wide again, expecting to be used for another face-humping, but Oro swung back to lift his sister off the floor and deposit her next to him, with her knees hanging off the edge.

Oro rolled her onto her side, pressing one knee down and lifting the other to open her dripping-wet entrance to him. "...Sorry," the Rabbit grunted briefly as he lined himself up, "It's gonna get rough. Slap your thigh if you need me to stop. I expect your mouth to be full...of him."

"Oh fuck yeah," she whispered, bracing herself as he pinned her leg against his chest, then pulled her hips in tight to his groin, mercilessly driving his full length into her. Diya groaned, mouth open and tongue lolling...then reached out to run it along Kylan's length, presented to her face as he was. Her brother wasted no time adjusting to slide his throbbing member between her lips, rather smaller and more comfortable than Oro's, and she sucked it fondly. Between her thighs, she could feel his tongue teasing her pearl each time Oro withdrew, and bathe the spot where his sword entered her sheath each time the Rabbit thrust.

He was about desperate now, fighting hard to get that last bit of excitement to crest the edge. All this humping was starting to hurt, honestly. Diya groaned again, squeezing Kylan's rump as Oro shifted, leaning in to put more weight behind the thrusts, grinding her into the mattress roughly. The stretch of her legs was becoming painful, and she panted around the soft, sweet skin in her mouth while Kylan made circles around her clit, hoping to keep her comfortably wet...

It wasn't quite a word that escaped his lips when he finally broke. But if it had been, the twins were sure it would have been vulgar. Oro squeezed himself into her one last time, as his cock began pulsing, then withdrew to let the ribbons of relief splash across her muffin and Kylan's face. The little male didn't seem to mind, and did his best to look adorable as the Rabbit decorated him.

Oro was in no mood even to be humored, though. "Now," he panted, breathless, "Don't...take it...wrong...way..." He sat on the edge of the bed, then flopped onto his back. "...Get...out," he finished finally, possibly more harshly than he meant to. "Tell...Nayeli...her...turn..."

The twins nodded quietly, though it was still a couple of minutes before either of them mustered up the energy to obey...and they slipped into the attached bathroom to wash the worst of the evidence from their faces before showing them in the main house again.

Taking a Break

The twins had barely closed the door before it opened again. Nayeli found him still laying where he'd fallen, breathless and looking half-asleep already. But he turned his head as she sat down next to him and took him by the arm. "Okay, you," she told him gently as she helped him up, "Time for a break. Dinner's ready, and you look like you need it."

"Not...done...yet," he huffed.

"Oh, I know it," the Lioness nodded, still having to work hard to ignore the heat between her own thighs, "But I'll survive another hour or so. Everyone else is already feeling better. So...your punishment's over. Eat. Get a shower. Although none of it has gone the way I always imagined it would...tonight is still our wedding night," she reminded him with surprising sincerity, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, "And I intend to finish it as such. You're going to need some strength back for that."

He blinked at her, surprised...and maybe just a tad impressed. Reluctantly, Oro looked around at the various piles of clothes, trying to remember where he'd dropped his when they brought Sarahi in.

Nayeli laughed when she realized what he was looking for. "Oh, don't bother. We've all seen everything already, and something about you has left everyone wanting to run around naked after you get done with them. I'm the only one still bothering with clothes at this point," she rolled her eyes, leading him toward the door. He shrugged her off his arm before stepping through. If he was going to walk around naked, he at least refused to look like an old man who needed younger shoulders to lean on.

Their little kitchen table could hardly hold all the food Tuli had piled onto it. The twins were just getting sat down, plates already made and set in what little extra space there was. Tuli was leaning against the counter in a corner, sipping her coffee, with Sarahi waiting quietly nearby, both of them having eaten their fill while preparing the rest. All of them were still naked as their birthday.

Oro wasted no time piling a plate high and digging in without so much as a word to anyone else. The room was quiet, save for the soft crunch of his chewing. Everyone seemed just a little embarrassed, but mostly relieved to have the fever-pitch arousal broken.

Diya looked back and forth curiously between Tuli and Nayeli as the younger Lioness brought Oro a glass of milk to help him prevent choking himself. Something seemed to be on her mind, but she was reluctant to break the quiet that seemed to have just naturally settled over the group...possibly because, out of everyone gathered, she and Kylan were practically strangers to the Hopes, having met Nayeli only once before.

Tuli broke the ice for her. "Something on your mind, sweetie?" the older lioness asked gently, noticing the curious looks, "I know it's awkward, seeing someone else's parent waltzing around naked and all, but I promise I don't bite."

"Oh," the little Feline blinked, looking a little embarrassed to have been noticed, "No! Actually...I was just thinking about how, when we first walked in, I thought you were Nayeli's sister or something. Not her mom. I'm about the last person that should make a remark like this, but you look really young."

Tuli, good-natured as ever, giggled behind her coffee cup. "Well I hope thirty-five isn't considered 'old' these days, but thank you. I try hard. It's important to my job after all."

Diya blinked. "Wait...thirty-five?" She already knew that Nayeli turned nineteen late last year. Which meant...

Tuli could practically see her doing the math in her head, and just nodded. "I wasn't quite sixteen yet when Nayeli was conceived," she admitted with an embarrassed grin, "Well into my rebellious phase and intensely interested in sex."

"Oh...oh wow...," the little Feline blinked. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

Tuli laughed. "Well I'm not! I was most definitely young and irresponsible, but what came of it was nothing less than the pride and joy of my life," she said sincerely, pulling a slightly surprised Nayeli over to kiss her on the cheek.

The younger Lioness accepted it with only a little embarrassment, brought on more by the fact that her mother was still naked than the kiss, then started putting together a plate of her own. "Thanks, Mom," she said sincerely.

"That's pretty amazing, though," Kylan nodded, "You said you were irresponsible...but that's a lot of responsibility to take on at that age. We're twenty-one, and I don't know that I'm ready for that. Did her...um...the...your partner...even try to help?" He was halfway through the question before remembering it might be a touchy subject for Nayeli, or even Tuli for that matter. He hadn't even bothered trying to read the room before plowing in.

Fortunately, neither of the Lionesses seemed at all reluctant about the subject...and silently, Sarahi was listening closely, grateful that someone else was creating a great opportunity to learn more about her best friend's life before she knew her. "Oh, he probably would have if I'd told him," Tuli mused, "But I was never quite sure which guy it was in the first place, so it didn't seem fair to rope one into raising a daughter that might not even be his."

Realizing that all eyes at the table were on her (with the exception of Nayeli, who already knew the full story, and Oro, who never seemed to care about anything except what was right in front of his nose), full of curiosity though too polite to say so, Tuli giggled and finished off her coffee, putting the cup aside before beginning the story. "Let's see...I don't remember whose party it was, or the occasion, but when I counted back the time from when I first learned I was pregnant, it pretty well had to have happened at that party. I do remember the host was a senior whose parents were out of town. About as cliche as they get, huh?" she giggled, "Oh, I never should have been there, but you never could have told me that at the time. Mmm, I'm pretty sure I was only invited because one of the guys knew I was likely to do exactly what I did."

Diya cringed. "Already had some boys looking to take advantage of you, huh?"

The older Lioness rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don't know if I'd say that. I tended to be the aggressive one in my relationships. More likely they had a faint hope I'd live up to my reputation, and I did not disappoint!" Surprisingly, Tuli almost sounded proud of the fact. "Let's see...there were about five boys there that night in all, and I had my way with all of them at least once before it was done. Twice with some! Mm, so you see it would be really hard, to say nothing of unfair, to point fingers at any one of them." She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "I suppose I could narrow it down to two if I really wanted, since Nayeli doesn't show any signs of mixed heritage. But it's also possible the boy's genes were just weaker than mine. Anyway," she waved off any further speculation, "Suffice to say I was a wild child, and without the good sense to remember to take my pill regularly, or insist the boys wear protection."

"Holy crap," Sarahi said softly, almost too quiet to be heard, "Mom and Dad would have killed me. I've been worried all day just about..." She didn't finish the thought. None of them really wanted to think about what was going to be said to their parents tomorrow (again, with the exception of Nayeli and Oro, who had effectively already had the talk).

"Oh yes," Tuli nodded, "They were appalled, needless to say. To this day, I don't think they've ever quite forgiven me for being so stupid. Mmm...but they got used to being grandparents quickly enough," she smiled, knowing even as she said it that Nayeli was remembering many a happy summer visit to her grandparents' big house out in the country, on the far side of Dragon-back Peak. "Maybe it helped that that was arguably the first time I took real responsibility for my behavior." She rocked her head side to side, considering something else. "Knowing what I know now, I sometimes wish I had been more responsible back in those days. But most of the time, I'm actually glad I wasn't. If I had been, I wouldn't have my beautiful, amazing daughter now...or my handsome and strong son-in-law," she added with a bigger smile than Oro would ever believe he merited.

Tuli's face turned serious, then. More serious than any of them except maybe Nayeli had ever witnessed before. "So I think it's very important for me to say this: what happened today, and in these last couple of hours, was staggeringly stupid, and the consequences are going to follow us all for the rest of our lives. It cannot be undone. It should never be repeated. But none of you, for even one minute, should regret it." She included them all in her choice of words, but her eyes never wandered from Oro. "Even this can be the first day of a great future, if that's what you decide to make it."

He had been sitting, these last several minutes, staring at his empty plate like some invisible pen was writing words on it right in front of his eyes. A lot of emotions had twisted up in him since he got home this afternoon. Although he was fighting them with all the ferocity they had come to know him for...some of them were very near to crushing him. The experienced Lioness recognized guilt pretty well by this point. The Rabbit blew a long, soft sigh at her words, quietly taking them as near to his heart as anything had been able to reach for a long, long time.

"...Tuli," Sarahi used the name the older Lioness had insisted she start calling her by, now that their relationship had changed so radically, "Thank you." There wasn't much more to say beyond that. She certainly hadn't prepared it when Diya mentioned her age, or Kylan remarked on her personality...but she had managed to quell a deep, sharp fear that had been growing in all of them. There was an appreciative quiet around the table now, rather than an anxious one. Nobody needed more to be said.

Nayeli gave Oro's shoulder a pat, drawing his attention. "Shower," she suggested softly, "I'm going to help Mom clean up. You'll find me in your room when you're done. Our room," she corrected with a kiss on his cheek. Without ever quite meeting her eyes, Oro pushed his chair back and silently made his way to the bathroom.

Nayeli

He didn't turn the water on until after he had the frosted glass door closed. The burst of cold water shocked him, shattering the sleepiness that had been trying to crust over his eyes. He figured that was about the least of the tortures he deserved. Oro leaned against the wall, resting his forehead on the cold fiberglass above the knobs, letting the chill force his body to shift gears to a specific purpose, and similarly focus his mind.

The falling spray had just begun to warm when the bathroom door opened and closed again. The figure on the other side of the frosted glass, combined with the colors suggesting her clothes, told him it was Nayeli even before she spoke. "...Sarahi and the Runepaws offered to help Mom, so I could get cleaned up, too. So...may I?"

His instinct was to tell her that she could do anything she wanted. She was his wife, unbelievable as that was. Even if she wasn't, it was her house. Even if it wasn't, he was the last person on the face of the earth who would stop her from doing anything that wouldn't get her killed.

It occurred to him, just before his tongue could wag, that she was really asking something else. "Please," he answered instead, "I would really like that."

Her distorted silhouette began immediately disrobing. She hesitated only for a second before sliding the frosted glass door open just far enough to slide through sideways, trying not to let any of the building warmth out. She didn't give him time to appreciate the first sight he'd ever been gifted of her entirely naked body, but stepped behind him, snagging the soap as she passed, and wrapped her arms around him in a loose hug from his back.

"...What are you thinking about so hard?" she asked his shoulders, rubbing the soap between her hands to build a thick lather.

"That your mom is pretty awesome," he sighed, "I see where you get it from. And that I'm fucking broken. I don't even--"

Her hands alighted gently on the back of his bowed neck, sliding to either side of it and up under his cheeks, lifting his chin just enough to relieve the tension he was putting on his own neck. After soothing it, she moved on to his shoulders, kneading the soap into his fur and the stress out of his muscles with the same, circular motion of her fingertips. "I don't think you're broken," she argued in a gentle, sympathetic tone, "I think you're an arrow without its bow: light and keen and straight and true. You're only missing a little push, to give you direction, so you can do what you were born to do." She worked her way down his back, half cleaning and half massaging, until she reached his hips. "...Was I too hard on you, today?"

"Fuck no," he sighed, "You are never anything except too kind. That's what I was saying."

She chuckled against his back, her hands sliding around to his tummy and building a fresh lather with the bar between it and her hands. Her tummy pressed against his lower back, and her thighs lightly nudged his rump as she stood as close as she could without unbalancing either of them. "Mm, I don't think I can ever be too kind to you. You have suffered a deficit of it over the years. I have a lot to make up for."

"'S not your fucking problem," he grumbled, "'S not your fault I...ended up like this. All you've ever done is prevent it getting worse. You and your mom...I might actually be a monster, or dead, if you hadn't..."

She didn't interrupt him this time, but he trailed off on his own, sighing as her hands worked their way up from his tummy to his chest. Nayeli pulled him upright, making him lean back against her, so she could soap him up properly and thoroughly. The change in posture affected him. Breathing became easier. His natural anger ebbed. It was like she was scrubbing the bitterness right off his chest.

"I don't believe that. Not even for a minute. Do you know why I love you?" the Lioness asked gently as her hands ran under and then along one of his strong arms, making him stretch it out as she encircled it with her fingers and pushed the soap along it all the way to his scarlet-stained palms.

"I have never had even the faintest idea," he admitted without hesitation, "I hate myself, so it's hard for me to imagine why anyone ever would."

She nodded appreciatively, repeating her cleansing gestures on his other arm. "You're honest. I have always liked that about you. Even when you're angry...even when it's tinged with bitterness and lined with razors...even when it's barbed in desperate defense against the fear...you're always honest. Don't ever change that," she begged, putting both arms around him briefly in an appreciative hug. "I love you because...oh, and don't be embarrassed now," she interrupted herself as her hands moved back down toward his hips again...and continued even lower, sliding carefully into the crease between his thighs and his crotch, "This part needs it the most."

Oro only nodded, still leaning back against her, open and defenseless and utterly surrendered to her. It made her heart flutter a little. She could be wrong...but she was reasonably certain she was the only person in the entire world who had ever seen him like this. It probably wouldn't last long.

"I love you," she resumed as her fingers gently encircled his manhood, "For the man you want so badly to be. Fierce, loyal, independent...the kind of man all people need, though he doesn't need them. But even if he doesn't need them, he won't abandon them. I know that's who you're really trying to become. I see you."

She'd first seen him back in middle-school. His clothes were always second-hand or hand-me-down, and never quite fit right. But if you forgot your jacket at home on a rainy day, he'd call you stupid, make fun of your soaking shirt...and conveniently forget to pick his own jacket up off your desk when he was done berating you. You wouldn't dare try to return it. His pencil case would go missing before a test...but only when the guy in the chair next to him was fretting about having lost his pencil. He would conveniently find it rolled under his chair, even though he swore he'd already looked there. Nobody ever owed Oro anything. No one dared claim he owed them anything, either. He became a bully largely as a result of turning the tables on one too many kids who tried to bully him.

She had seen it all...or most of it, anyway, about three seats back from him. Some of it she had to put together herself, but she was confident in her judgment. He was a kid who had been dealt a bad hand from the get-go. He was still playing it for all it was worth. And at the rate he was going, if he just didn't fold too early...he was going to win the game. She was sure of it.

"I want to be there when you become him. I want to see how you walk that road. I want to join you on it," she whispered. His sharp ears caught every word. Even the play of her fingers around his cock, and the way she gently massaged his balls as she lathered them up, couldn't distract him from a single one of her words. He wasn't sure he believed them. Behind the bluster and bravado, he was a simple Rabbit. He didn't have elaborate, long-term goals. Whatever his plans for the future, they were always instinctive, so he hardly knew them even when acting on them.

Her hands moved around his hips, cupping against his rump and sliding up and down a couple of times. She gave it a gentle squeeze before sliding one hand down through the cleft once, spreading the soap even to his most embarrassing places. "Turn around," she requested, pushing him toward the wall to create just a little space between them. Oro obeyed, even as she got carefully down on her knees, and began running her hands up and down his thighs. She continued down his calves and shins. She carefully lifted each of his feet, scrubbing tops and bottoms and between each large toe, taking care not to tickle him.

He was aroused now, watching her give such careful attention to every part of him, gentle and patient and unashamed. She smiled when she noticed it (hard to miss when it's practically poking your cheek), but made no remark on it. When she was finally finished with his feet, she stood back up. Her breasts looked full and soft, the nipples standing out just a little from the fur, two tantalizing little nubs that seemed to call to his tongue. He kept it behind his teeth, but didn't try to hide the way his eyes took her in, from head to toe, and she likewise didn't try to hide herself from his gaze or stop him looking anywhere he wanted. She placed the bar of soap in his hands instead.

"Ready?" she asked, resting her hands lightly on his shoulders and waiting for him to begin lathering her in return, whether he decided to start with her front or her back.

Oro quirked a brow at the bar in his hand...then put it back on the little shelf where it usually rested, and pressed her back against the wall, leaning in close. "I like the way you smell when you get home from a jog, or a track meet. Your scent is sweet when it's strong, just like your voice is silvery when it's soft. I'm not saying you should forget about hygiene or anything...but for tonight, you're already perfect."

Nayeli giggled, pulled him close, and pressed his nose lightly into her neck, letting him breathe the sweet, damp scent of her fur. "Okay. Then...are you ready?" she asked again, this time more nervously, but also more excitedly. The Rabbit nodded against her, and she kissed the top of his head.

They dried themselves thoroughly, including use of the blow-drier, from head to toe to tail. With a towel wrapped around his waist, and one over her breasts, they made their way leisurely to the bedroom hand-in-hand...ignoring the appreciative looks of the others, having a talk in the livingroom, as they passed. He opened the door for her, and she giggled a little at the gesture, then slipped through into what would, from this day forward, become their room.

He closed the door behind them, and a tingle went up her spine at the soft click, as if the world had suddenly been sealed off from them. It was just the two of them. Finally. The room was quiet. Her old bed had never looked so soft. She had wondered a time or two if it ever crossed his mind that he was sleeping in what had been a girl's bed, and how he felt about that. Now she wondered if it had ever crossed his mind that he would bed his wife for the first time here. She giggled as the thought went through her head that he might have picked more attractive sheets if it had. "So...how do you want me?" she asked, taking one step toward the bed.

Oro caught her around the waist, pulling her back against his chest, and nuzzling his cheek into the back of her neck. "I have wanted to kiss you for so long," he muttered against her neck, "I'm afraid to start now. And I don't know if it's because I might never stop...or because sooner or later we will have to stop."

Nayeli took a deep breath, smiling though he couldn't see it, and holding one hand over her pounding heart. "Then kiss me. That is the absolute bare minimum of what you are allowed to do with me now. Even when I am tired...even when I am sad...even when I am very angry with you, I will never refuse you that."

He turned her around, pushing her back and down to sit on the edge of the bed, where he could be just a little higher than her instead of the other way around. Tilting her chin up, Oro pressed his lips softly to hers. Nayeli welcomed them warmly with her own. She very nearly started crying, having dreamed of this exact touch for so many nights...

Oro leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting his knee onto the bed, beside her hip. Nayeli leaned back without a thought, committing and trusting her weight to his arms, while her own remained pinned between them in the embrace. Her tongue reached out to caress his teeth, and was met by his own. They intertwined and danced together as he laid her on her back, huddling over her, and kissed her lips and her face and her neck like his very life depended on being able to identify her with his lips.

"I love you," Oro whispered breathlessly when he at last seemed satisfied.

"I love you too," the Lioness answered in a whisper of her own, caressing his cheek softly.

"I want you," the Rabbit followed, touching his nose to hers and caressing her lips with feather-light touches of his own, as if about to kiss her once more.

She beat him to the punch, adding a quick, light kiss to his warm lips. "I want you, too."

"Lie down," he told her.

"I will," she promised. In fact, she already was, but she took the opportunity of his command to scoot a little more toward the center of the bed, and turn to align herself so her head could rest on the pillow. Unwrapping the towel from above her breasts, she spread it beneath herself and pulled it down to be more-or-less centered under her rump, then laid on her back and half-tucked her legs against her sides. Exposed and inviting, Nayeli reached out to him between her own raised knees. "Come here, husband."

A shiver ran down his spine. "Don't call me that," he muttered softly, untucking the towel around his waist and letting it drop to the floor, "Unless you're in the mood to get fucked. It's fucking hot when you say it." Oro crawled between her guiding thighs and over the top of her, letting her fold her arms around his sides as he came, and hug his hips with her knees once he was more-or-less in place. He bent down to kiss her cheek, then the side of her neck, his nose breathing deep of the sweet scent of her fur and skin, all hot and burning with arousal.

"You are my first...husband," she reminded him softly with a playful smile, feeling the tip of his manhood lightly trailing through the fur between her legs, following the heat in search of her entrance, "I'm not even the sort who touches herself often. So I will be grateful...husband...if you are slow and gentle." She kissed the side of his neck in return, tightening her grip on him as she felt his tip find the cleft of her nethers at last, carefully working its way between the wet lips. "But if you want to break me fast and hard," she continued, touching her toes together above his tail and relaxing all the rest of her body as much as she could, "I will scream beautifully for you...husband...and beg you for more. Only, whatever you do, please don't stop."

"...Fuck," he hissed, twitching each time she repeated the title. Oro drew his head back, letting her see the burning color in his cheeks and watching her face carefully as he pushed inch after inch of himself into her. She closed her eyes, cooing appreciatively and smiling for him. He was about halfway in when he encountered resistance, and the pain began to creep into her expression, though it could not break her smile. She sucked air between her teeth as he pressed onward, and then bit her lip, still smiling even as the tension echoed itself in her limbs and the grip she held on his shoulders.

When it felt like he could not possibly go any deeper, Oro kissed her forehead...and thrust his hips the last little bit with a short, hard thrust. Nayeli cried out briefly, and her teeth set themselves on his shoulder as she used him to muffle herself. Her whole body tensed and shivered, her walls clenching and unclenching around him as she accepted the mixed pain and pleasure.

"Are you--?" he started to ask out of concern, but she drew him forward with her heels on his hips and started rocking against him encouragingly. Oro took over the work, making short, slow strokes to start that gradually grew longer and deeper.

She was a loud lover. Every penetration was accompanied by a coo, a groan, a sigh, or a soft word, and the faint squelch of her wet walls sliding tightly around his intruding cock. "Mm...gods forgotten," she muttered into his shoulder as she began to recover herself, "Nothing has ever...hurt so good. Keep going," she begged, finally separating her mouth from his shoulder to kiss his neck and cheek.

His face looked almost as pained as hers when she finally looked up at him again. "Nayeli...I'm...almost..."

"Yes," the Lioness nodded, shifting her heels down to his thighs to widen the spread of her legs and offer him a deeper thrust, "It's our wedding night. Pour it in. Give me everything," she half commanded and half begged, chewing her lip as she watched his face come closer and closer to climax with each thrust.

She didn't get to see his o-face. Oro pressed his mouth to hers fiercely, driving her head back down against the pillow as he climaxed. Nayeli closed her eyes and returned the kiss, pressing back as hard as she dared without one of them actually hurting the other. There would be other opportunities to see his finish. She wouldn't complain. The sensation of him emptying himself inside her was novelty enough, and between the thrill of it and the seal of their kiss she was having a hard time drawing breath.

They were both gasping for it when they broke. Oro had finally finished his climax, and even begun to soften, but refused to withdraw from her. Nayeli didn't seem to mind, and just moved her feet comfortably onto his back again, running her fingers through the fur between his ears and lightly, carefully stroking the long, sensitive membranes. Her fingertips traced playfully along the rough edges where a beast had bitten off his left one. "You must be exhausted now," she mused, kissing his cheek softly, "But if you're not...or if the mood returns during the night...I would welcome a second round of that," she promised him with a soft, sincere smile.

Oro quirked a surprised brow, having just withdrawn at last and preparing to scoot down to put a less exhausted part of himself to the task of finishing her. "Second?" he asked, "I'm still working on your first...aren't I?"

Nayeli giggled, and pulled him back up to lay atop her, uncaring of his weight, with his head pillowed just above her breast. "You didn't notice? Hmhm...I came when you broke me," she whispered in his ear, caressing the back of his head and neck. "It's sweet of you to be so determined, though. I don't mind if we don't always go one-for-one. So if you're tired, or sore, don't feel that you have to keep going for my sake."

Oro rolled onto his side beside her, keeping one arm and leg stretched across her possessively. "I am sore," he grumbled, "Is it even possible for a teenager to not want sex for a few days?"

"I guess we'll find out by tomorrow," she smiled, kissing him again. Nayeli took a moment to clean them up using the towel under their hips, deposited it by the door, then stretched out in bed beside him again. Her old bed wasn't quite wide enough for them both to lay on their backs comfortably...so it was a good thing he was a side-sleeper, and that she was looking forward to getting cuddled throughout the night.

"Good night, Oro," she whispered after settling in under his arm again, "...I love you."

"Good night, Nayeli," he answered without ever opening his eyes, "I love you, too." They both fell asleep to the sound of those words, and wished with all their hearts to fall asleep in exactly the same way every night for the rest of their lives...

The Morning After

There was daylight sneaking around the edges of the curtain when she woke up. Nayeli's first thought was that she had slept in unusually late, and ought to go help her mom with breakfast, if she could. Her second was that she was unusually warm, and her breast ached strangely. She realized why when Oro shifted against her back, pulling her snug to his chest with one arm across her, his hand clutching her breast like a padded knob. Taking the situation in...Nayeli giggled.

"Oro, dear," she said softly over her shoulder, "That one's going numb. Could you switch to the other?"

"...No," he answered groggily, apparently genuinely unaware of what he was doing up until she mentioned it. He asserted himself by giving her a firm, shameless squeeze as he came awake, and Nayeli gasped and laid a hand over his...though she didn't actually try to remove it.

"Does it feel nice?" she chuckled, patting the hand on her breast. Barring some situation in the past that he had never mentioned, she imagined this was his first time ever feeling a woman's breast. He was probably enjoying it, and grateful she wasn't angry. Nayeli couldn't imagine being angry over this...not for a few years, at least. Especially if he kept it in their bedroom, or the bath.

"Very," he answered softly, "But it's not all I want to feel."

"No?" she smiled, pressing her back against him and reaching behind herself to pat the side of his thigh. "Help yourself, then." She wasn't in the mood to get up yet, either. She wanted to stay here for a while longer...like all day. The young Lioness was very grateful it was a Sunday, and she didn't actually need to get up any time soon.

Oro kissed the back of her neck, and slid his hands up to cup her cheeks, fingertips caressing all the way out to the tip of her chin before slowly sliding back down her throat, tracing every curve of her muscles and windpipe. He followed the fine bones of her clavicle out to her shoulders, sliding his hands down her arms. "I want to touch every last inch of you," he whispered, "I want to know your scent, the softness of your fur, the smoothness of your skin, your taste...everything."

Nayeli nodded, knitting her fingers with his briefly as he reached her hand, before releasing him to continue back down the underside of her arm. "It is all yours. Enjoy it all you want. Use it as you like. Tell me which are your favorite parts, so I can offer them to you when I'm happy, and dangle them in front of you when I want to persuade you," she cooed, cupping her hands over his appreciatively as he returned briefly to her breasts.

He spread his fingers as he ran them down over her supple curves, feeling the nipples roll between each one. He paused with them between his thumb and index, and Nayeli braced herself to have them pinched...but he merely continued down, cupping them fondly for a moment before he began combing down through the soft fur of her tummy. "I'm surprised at you," she giggled, "It's not every morning I'm going to be this tolerant of pain. You should indulge yourself while I welcome it."

"I like bringing pain," he grumbled against the back of her shoulders, "To people I don't like. Granted, that's everyone in the world except two...well, three, I guess...but you're at the top of the list," the Rabbit promised, kissing her back as he said it. "I hurt you enough already. I want to practice being soft right now. As soft as you." His fingers spread through the thick fur just below her waist, combing their way down to cup over her intimate parts for a moment. "Heh...so much warmer here, even when you're not wet."

Nayeli nodded, laying her hand over his own again. "For the same reason the mouth is warmer than the face. Also," she aligned her fingers with his, and pressed two of them down between her folds and up into her love-tunnel, encouraging him to stir them gently inside, "Who said I'm not wet?"

He kissed her back again. "I'll dry you in a moment," he promised, "Just let me finish this."

"Take your time," she smiled, moving her hands back to his legs, "I'm not going anywhere until you push me out of this bed."

His only answer to that was to nuzzle her shoulders, sliding his hands along the crease between her nethers and her thighs, then reaching as far down the front of her legs as his stature would allow. "Turn this way," he instructed, patting the side of her leg.

Nayeli obliged, rolling over to face him and putting her own arms around the Rabbit, hugging him tight to her breasts. "Like what you feel?" she asked as his hands returned to her neck, this time along the back.

"Fucking adore it," he sighed contentedly as he continued his shameless exploration of her body, "I have wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to lay my head in your lap, for years..."

"Don't refrain again," she insisted, enjoying the feel of his fingertips tracing down her spine, making physical notes of where each and every rib branched off from it, and hugged her curves like a potter's hands hugged the clay all the way to the base of her tail.

"I want to wake up like this every morning," he confessed as he ran the long length of spine and sinew gently between his fingers, all the way to the fluffy tuft, then laid his palms back at the base before sliding them down to cup the cheeks of her rump, "Holding you, caressing you, feeling every part of you."

"You're going to make me late for classes," she remarked, more an observation than a warning, and let out an appreciative gasp as he squeezed her tush.

"Hmph...you like that?" the Rabbit asked, giving her another and being rewarded with a soft cooing sound.

"Yes," she admitted, "It feels nice when you do that. Hmhm...though it makes me want to spread the other side for you," she grinned, lifting her leg over his hip, so his hand could follow it all the way down to the knee this time, and even down the calf as far as her ankle. "You missed a spot there, you know," she observed as his hand started on that journey, though, tensing her tush against the other palm still cupped against one cheek.

"Yeah," he muttered, "Not really a back-door fan. Mostly a turn-off to me. But if you enjoy it," he added under his breath, sliding two fingers down into the cleft to circle her button once, "I'll get over it."

Excited goosebumps erupted under her fur, and she kissed him passionately on the mouth...but then shook her head. "Not at all. I'm more like you. It disgusts me, a little. I'd only endure it for your sake...and maybe one other," she admitted, and he could pretty easily guess who that might be, so he didn't ask. "I'm glad we're a good match in that regard," the Lioness confessed.

Oro nodded, kissing the side of her neck, and then the space between her breasts as he slid lower down, where his hands could appreciate the toned curve of her calves and ankles, and massage her feet, tickling the pad of each toe lightly, just enough to make her flex them. He was looking straight ahead as he finished with them, where the fur grew thick between her thighs, and licked his lips once before pushing his nose in shamelessly, kissing her on the lips of her sex.

Nayeli tensed and almost squeaked at the pleasant surprise, resting one hand lightly on the top of his head. "Oh now I am wet," she sighed, gently tugging at his ears, "Come back up here, please."

"...No," he answered firmly, lifting her knee to spread her wider, so he could run his tongue up the cleft of her lips, "I'm hungry, and you look delicious. I'm having you for breakfast."

Nayeli giggled. "If it's food euphemisms we're using, I'd rather have my muffin stuffed," she insisted.

"Tough cookies," he growled, pushing her leg over to force her onto her back, where he could crouch more comfortably on hands and knees above her crotch. "You married a cruel and selfish brute. He's going to eat you now. You can enjoy it quietly, or you can enjoy it loudly. Those are your only options." He bent his head down, finding a comfortable angle where he could rest his mouth against her lips while he worked, and took the first tentative licks to open her up...

"Oooh, fuck me, you brute!" Nayeli laughed (maybe a little louder than she intended).

"No," he repeated firmly, driving his tongue in to where he had discovered her pearl. Nayeli gasped, moving both of her hands to the back of his head, where she rubbed the base of his ears carefully as he started into her in earnest.

She almost shrieked when a sudden knock came at the door. "Ye--yes?" Her voice cracked the first time, as Oro ran his tongue over his pearl just as she started to speak. She had to cover her mouth as soon as the one word was out, for fear of betraying the fact that he was not stopping, even if she was in a conversation.

"No hurry, dears," Tuli sounded amused, as if she could see exactly what was going on on the other side of that door, "I'm just letting you know that breakfast will be waiting whenever you're ready for it. Everyone else is relaxing in the livingroom. Take your time."

"O-okay!" the young Lioness answered, trying not to sound distracted and failing at it miserably. Her face was red, and she tugged one of his ears firmly (though not enough to hurt him) to tell him she did not appreciate that little scenario. Oro clearly couldn't care less, as he just settled in a little deeper and began alternating between her pearl and her love-tunnel.

"You...sweet...adorable...jerk," Nayeli whispered between bated breaths, her mouth hanging open and her hands clutching the back of his head as her arousal grew. Oro hummed an agreement, pushing her knees up to lift her to a more agreeable angle, and did not relent the assault on her sweet spot until she squeezed his ears and cried openly, washing his muzzle in the nectar of her release.

"So...sorry," she panted a moment later, relaxing her grip on his sensitive membranes and rubbing them soothingly.

Lifting his head and licking the dripping juice from his chin, Oro reassured her, "Pull 'em off, if you like. I'll give them to you. It's the least you deserve from me." Before she could object to that idea, he crawled up her belly and kissed her on the lips, treating her to the taste of his tongue covered in her honey. She would rather it be his milk, but she certainly couldn't say she found the flavor unpleasant.

"Oh...husband...," she sighed happily, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her ankles around his hips.

"Fuck, stop that," he insisted, his cock twitching just above her tummy.

She continued, ignoring him, "You should fuck me now, so we can go out and talk to our friends...undistracted."

Oro shook his head at that. "I'm going to fucking nail you, like, six times tonight. I'm saving my energy for that," he promised, kissing her cheek once before pulling back to sit on his knees. "I can keep it in my pants until then. Don't worry."

Staring openly and fondly at his erection, standing out prominently over her open pussy, Nayeli licked her lips thoughtfully before nodding. "Alright. If you say so. If you change your mind, just take my hand and lead me back in here. You don't have to explain."

Nayeli continued to lay in the bed a little longer, while she watched him get dressed. Realizing she had no clothes in the room, he started to offer her a shirt...before realizing everything he owned would be too small to do her any good. "It won't hurt me to cross the livingroom one more time in this," she assured him, finally standing up and picking up the towels from the night before, "I'll move some of my clothes back in here tonight. Mom will be glad to have the space back, I'm sure," she grinned, offering him her hand, "Shall we?" Oro took it gladly, and they emerged into the rest of the house hand-in-hand.