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As per the usual routine, long time without posting anything. No surprise there.

Anyway, this is an adult story involving two adult, consenting characters. Doesn't contain anything too controversial, except for a couple of very specific painful stimuli in homage to a friend of mine. Hope whoever reads this enjoys it.

The coyote character in here is losely inspired by a friend, the awesome writer Of The Wilds! Go and check his writings out as soon as you're done here! You will not regret it!

As always, this story is copyrighted to me. It can be freely distributed, but exclusively freely distributed (if anyone for some reason thinks they can have a profit from this...). All I ask is the courtesy of whoever might have such an intention at some point contacting me beforehand, and respecting an eventual refusal on my part.

The following story is meant for those of legal adult age, according to your local laws. Please do not continue reading if you are not of legal age in your country.

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Au Chocolat

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"Entrée: two flamiche, one nicoise salad, one onion soup! Main: two bourguignon beef, two duck confit! Dessert: one tarte Tatain, one crème brûlée!" the beech marten shouted, moving from station to station as she placed the orders on each, her cooks scrambling in their usual, frantic pace to keep up. Adjusting her chef hat, the gray furred female paused beside a lynx wearing the traditional full-white and dipped the tip of a single silicone covered finger (fur in your food can be a hassle) in a bowl containing a silky, dark brown batter. Her pink nostrils flared as she sniffed, then took a long lick, coating her tongue with the mixture. A long, satisfied smile soon covered her muzzle as she wordlessly took hold of her helper's spoon, taking over in mixing the batter with strong, precise motions.

"Two moelleux au chocolat. Time to face the test." The chocolate batter was poured into the proper moulds, and into the oven it went. The marten swiveled in place, constantly checking the progress of each dish in the making. Seemed her brand new version of a traditional dessert would be coming out of the oven just in time.

For almost five years now, Camille had been the head chef of her family's traditional restaurant in Seattle. Her grandfather, having come from France to be together with what was left of his family after the First World War, put the cooking skills that ran strong in his veins to the test of the "American dream" promise once he was settled. Not taking long to gain popularity, and standing strong through both the Great Depression and the Second World War, the Lorraine was now a traditional restaurant in the city, and among the finest (and most expensive). Having passed on first to Camille's uncle, then to her father, it was now her job to keep things running in the same fast pace most French chefs had going on in their own establishments. Quality, however, was mandatory. One wrong ingredient, one dish with too much salt, one small burnt pastry, and the Lorraine's reputation could be stained for years if the food ended up in the wrong muzzle, so it was imperative that all was not only on-the-clock, but also impeccable. Being the first woman to become head chef, the weight on her shoulders seemed heavier still. But, proving herself to be strong and very capable, Camille had fought through blood and tears to earn the respect she now had, and after a long series of perfect meal after perfect meal, no doubts were cast upon her by her team. And so it was that she decided to take on a risky challenge: modifying a traditional French dessert, giving it her own touches and bravely taking on the risky path of breaking traditions.

Minutes flew by as she kept on with her pace, tasting dishes here and there, adjusting salt, checking the freshness of spices, and soon her creation was done. Off the moulds they came onto clear white ceramic plates, where they were covered in paper thin slices of almonds, and decorated each with a single mint leaf. Off they went, taken by skilled paws straight to the main room of the Lorraine. Camille took a deep breath, trying to shake the feeling of butterflies in her stomach and not lose her focus and her pace. No time to wonder, much less doubt herself. There'd be plenty of time for that when she got home. So went the pace of yet another night at the Lorraine's kitchen.

Rustling keys sounded at the door, and a coyote's head perked up from its position on a large, black leather armchair. Sheridan smiled, his tail starting on a lazy wagging in anticipation, and turned down the volume on the TV. Time to pay attention to the one he cherished most. Having already started the fireplace half an hour before, he knew he was just about to start on a warm and romantic evening with his girl. Well, he thought he knew. His fur instantly rustled and his smile faded completely as he noticed the matted fur of her cheeks. Fur could make hiding tears much, much harder.

"Honey, what happened?" Sheridan went to hug her as she locked the door, and Camille silently buried her face into the fur of his neck. She was one to cry, yes, but he knew very well his wife never liked being seen crying, not even by him. So he held her, stroked her fur, kissed her head and gave her time. His heart weighted hard in his chest, but he knew insisting would only hurt her. She had her own pace, and right now she just needed to be held.

After what felt to him like ages, she looked up into his eyes, her fur even wetter (as was his, now). And a weak smile crept onto her lips. "Thanks." Her voice was hoarse, weak, but still sounded like a sweet lullaby to his ears.

"Always, whenever you need me, my dear." He smiled, and finally they kissed. "Welcome home."

"Thanks... Again..." Talking too much would almost surely have her crying right now.

"Here, let's get you on the couch. The fire's nice and warm, and the wine's right there waiting for us. How about it?"

A slightly bigger smile. It's a relief seeing some weight coming off your loved one's shoulders, even if you don't know what that weight is. After removing her coat, Camille sat on the couch, and before she could say a word Sheridan had a heavy, warm blanket over her, and his paw held a glass of wine towards her.

"You know," she risked a few more words, "you don't have to pamper me every time I'm feeling down."

"I don't." He grinned. "But if I didn't, I'd probably not be so close to the softest fur west of the Atlantic anymore."

Chuckling, Camille took the wine glass from his paw. "Maybe. Let's not try and find out, okay?" As she took a sip, one of her ears tilted to a side, as it did when she was about to do anything silly (Sheridan loved the way her ears signaled her future actions). "Wait a second. West of the Atlantic?"

"Why, yes, darling! The Atlantic ocean is to the east of us, if you remember from your geography classes." He kept his face as straight as he could. Camille's smile, though, was somewhat fading.

"I know where the... Shut up!" She elbowed him in the stomach just as he sat by her side, much to his protest. "I meant to say you're implying that there are softer furs to the EAST of the Atlantic!"

"Oh, did I?" He just couldn't hold back a slight chuckle.

"I don't know, you mutt, did you?" She growled at him, grinning herself. Her growls were just adorable and not even the least bit menacing.

Sheridan brought his glass to his lips, his voice low, almost as if he was being shy. Almost. "Never been overseas, I'd have to check to be sure." He chuckled, and just as the wine touched his lips... "Oof! Fuck!"

Camille quickly took the glass from his weekend paw, watching the coyote balling up on his seat and grinning to herself. Amazing how just a firm squeeze to a male's testicles could quickly cut any joke short. "Careful, you almost spilled your wine! Would ruin the carpet." Her paw went back into the warmth beneath the blanket as she kept watching him and giggling.

"Well, now..." Two deep breaths. "You know I love you, kitten..." Four deep breaths. "But I hate it when you do that!" Five. And some coughs. "Sweet mother, that hurts."

"Aww, stray puppy's in pain." She chuckled at his angry gaze, knowing he wasn't quite angry in reality. "Here, this will make the pain go away." She brought the wine glass to his lips.

After he swallowed, he took one last deep breath to recollect his thoughts. "Nice to know you're retributing the pampering! That one hurt for real!" His paw took the wine glass from her paws, and she scooted up closer to him once he was settled on the couch again.

"Poor puppy! I'm sorry!" Giggling, Camille kissed him a long, loving kiss. "I love you, cutie."

"Love you too, honey." He smiled sweetly, putting an arm around her covered from and holding her close, gazing into the fireplace.

They stayed together drinking their wine silently for a while, not giving any attention to the TV still on. Sheridan broke the silence once he was confident she was feeling better. "So, cub, wanna tell me what happened today?"

She sighed deeply, taking another sip of her wine and collecting her thoughts. She nestled up into his form for comfort. "You know that recipe I was so confident would be a big, successful dessert, and a new special to the menu, and all that?"

"Yeah... I'm guessing it didn't go too well?"

"No, it definitely didn't. The batter looked and tasted just right. But judging by the comments, and the amount of leftovers, the baking process made the moelleux much more bitter tasting than I'd anticipated."

"So the customers didn't like it much, huh?" He caressed her ear to keep her calm and focused.

"Actually, hated it. All two of them!" She snorted. "There were a couple more orders in the oven, but we cancelled them and took it out of the menu right away." She sighed, took another sip of wine, and looked up into his eyes once she was sure there were no tears forming. "And since the cancelled orders were compensated by a free dessert of their choice out of the menu, no clients left unhappy... Well, no clients other then the first two unlucky bastards. They didn't seem too willing to take the two free dinners we offered them." Camille chuckled.

Sheridan held a gentle smile on his muzzle. "That's more like my love. Don't let it hit you too hard, okay? Shit happens, especially when it comes to food, right?"

"Yeah, I know." She sat up to kiss his ear gently. "It's not like I never cooked anything that tasted bad. It's just that I was really confident, and really wanted to make this one work. So confident I didn't properly test my recipe before serving it."

"I know, Milly." Camille smiled as he called her that. It always made her feel loved when he did. "Don't worry, I know you'll think of something, and you'll soon put that pain behind you."

"I guess..." She sat up. "Right now, though, the only thing I want is a nice something to eat while we drink. How about it?"

"Well, what do you have in mind?" He knew she didn't want him to try and help her find a solution for her problem. That was her job; what she needed was just someone to listen to her and be by her side.

"I'm not really hungry, just want some consolation food." She got up and set her glass on the coffee table, pulling her blanket over her shoulders as she headed for the kitchen. "Hold on a sec, puppy."

Soon, Camille came back with a bowl filled with cheese cubes and some crackers, which she set on the table beside the wine bottle, and sat back down onto the couch, bringing a piece of cheese to Sheridan's muzzle. "This should do the trick."

"Quick, tasty, and satisfying. Nice one, love." He took the cheese into his muzzle, smiling at her, and clinking glasses with her as they settled up close to each other on the couch and Camille turned the TV's volume back up a notch.

As credits rolled for the silly comedy they'd just been watching, Sheridan leaned in for another kiss from Camille. By now, her emotions had pretty much settled. All in all, she was not easy to go blue.

"Enjoy the movie, Milly?"

"Well..." She nibbled on some cracker crumbles. "It was interesting... Well, not interesting, but... Different..." Her ears twitched while she looked for the words. "Okay, to be honest, it was shit. Sorry," frowned Camille.

The coyote by her side laughed heartily, stroking her shoulders. "You look so cute when you try to be needlessly gentle! But yes, the movie was simply horrible."

"Oh, was it? You were laughing to tears just ten minutes ago!"

"Well, just because it sucked doesn't mean it didn't have its moments!"

"Shut up! Don't try to fake out your terrible taste for movies!" She laughed and nipped at his cheek.

"Hey! Uncalled for!"

"Yeah, yeah, pish!" She kissed the very spot she'd just nipped, and got up, grabbing the bowl from the coffee table and leaving the blanket on the couch. "At least you have a taste for fine cheese, so would you like some more, stray puppy?"

"I think I'm quite full, actually. Thank you, love."

As she moved away, Sheridan's eyes fixed on her rump, watching it sway with each step. Not too thin, not too big; the perfect size for his taste. And just firm enough for him to grab and squeeze the way he liked to do. Even with some wine in him, his groin quickly started to grow tight.

"It's not polite to stare." Camille surprised him, glancing sideways as she walked.

"Getting lessons on politeness from the French? Oh, the irony!"

"What was that? Say that again and I'll politely crush your nuts!" She growled at him, grinning.

"Thank you, but I'll pass on that offer." Chuckled the coyote. "I wouldn't mind some... Proper handling of them, though."

The female marten laughed as she returned from the kitchen, having set the bowl in the sink to be washed at some other time, whenever it was convenient. "Oh? What's this? Are we suddenly feeling frisky?"

"Suddenly?" He chuckled, blatantly gazing over her whole body as she moved, dazed by his wife's swaying form. "I'm always frisky, I'm a coyote!"

Before the male could react, the beech marten straddled his lap and brought her arms around his neck, her cleavage right in front of his muzzle. "Is that so, hm? I think that might just be the alcohol talking."

The look on her face immediately sent shivers down his spine. His paws promptly went to her rump, grabbing a firm hold. "What if it was? Would that be a problem?" He grinned.

"Only if talks but doesn't act, pup."

Sheridan and Camille leaned in for a deep kiss, his tongue right away meeting hers in their tight embrace. Both their coats bristled up from the contact, Camille's hips pressing down onto her husband's. It was only after a long while they remembered to breathe properly and part the kiss.

"Guess I'm not the only one feeling frisky, hm?" His nose rubbed into the fur of her neck.

"I'm French. That beats "I'm a coyote"."

"Touché!" He laughed."Now, about this shirt of yours..." Sheridan's right hand fingers traced over the buttons.

"Hm? What about it?"

"I think it would look very good off your body and on the carpet."

She looked back a moment, as if having to check the carpet, before replying. "I very much agree, love. Why don't you get to it?"

Chuckling, the coyote undid the buttons one by one, his eyes unsure about focusing on her own eyes or the expanding view of her cleavage. The gray fur of her body was broken only on her neck and chest by a white patch, that seems to pour down from just below her mandible down to her breasts. After some maneuvering, the shirt was on the carpet and the beech marten's own paws were sliding up under the coyote's t-shirt.

"No time to waste, chef?" Sheridan raised his arms to help his wife rid him of the clothing.

"J'ai très faim, messier." She knew he loved it when she spoke French.

"Oui, chèf!" He grinned.

At that, her ears twitched and she raised an eyebrow. Sheridan kept kissing her neck, but watched her face intently in curiosity. He knew she had had some kind of idea. Suddenly, she kissed one of his ears and got up off his lap, one of her paws pulling him up by the waist of his jeans. "Come with me, pup."

"Oh, someone has an idea! Where are we going, hm?" His tail started to wag as soon as he got up and freed it.

"Shush! Come!" She growled playfully at him, walking in front as she kept pulling him, playing a dominant role.

"Oooh, feisty! Seems this will be-"

"I told you to shush, my pup!" She turned and bit lightly at his lower lip as they walked into the kitchen, and she pulled a chair from the table to the middle of it. Sheridan almost replied, but quickly stopped himself as he played along, murring to her, then gasping in surprise as she practically shoved him onto the chair.

"Now, you stay put like a good pup. I want to play." She leaned in to kiss his ears, her right paw rubbing over his tightened jeans, teasing him. "But first there's something I need to go get." Just as suddenly, she turned and left the kitchen at a quick pace, leaving the male shuddering and grinning in anticipation at whatever she had planned. It didn't take long for her to return, and he immediately noticed her pants were gone, leaving her only with one of the very sexy sets of lingerie she loved to constantly wear, whatever the occasion.

"Oh, wow! Always love that view!"

"Thank you, but again, I told you to be quiet!" She chuckled, walking up to him and grabbing his scruff firmly. The male made a fake whimper, his tail constantly wagging. "Put your hands back, Sheridan." She kissed him deeply, then leaned back and let go of his scruff, her other paw coming up from behind her back and displaying a set of handcuffs.

This time, the male remembered to keep quiet, just grinning at her and licking his lips, his arms moving to his back. Camille moved behind him, handcuffed him, and used a second set to cuff the chain to the chair. "Now, this might not be all that comfortable," she walked up to his front, swaying her hips and tracing fingertips over his crotch and thighs, "but it will get better." She leaned in to undo the button and unzip his pants, and pulled them down along with his boxers unceremoniously, growling sensuously as her eyes drifted to his hard length. Camille got rid of the clothes, and used two more handcuffs to fasten his ankles to the chair.

The couple tended to be playful quite often, those very handcuffs having been a gift of Sheridan's to his wife the day of their fifth anniversary. However, both still were quite skilled in surprising one another with new games. This night, Sheridan knew, would be no exception.

"Okay, now. Looks like you're all set." She placed a paw on her husband's chest, leaning slowly closer. ""I just had some ideas I wanted to try out," she kissed him deeply, "and I think you'll be a fine... Specimen." Her eyes drifted briefly towards his pulsing member.

He watched her intently as she started kissing his lips and cheeks, her paw stroking the fur on his chest, and going down inch by inch. A moan escaped his lips despite himself, his body tense.

"Oh, I almost forgot! You can talk now, pup, I want to her your voice as I tease you." At that, her hand made a sudden move to Sheridan's groin, brushing over his length and drawing a deep groan from him.

"Keep this up, baby, and you're going to make me explode." He chuckled, eyes narrow and head leaning back to give her better access to his neck.

"Well, I am going for something kind of similar..." Grinned the marten. Camille's paw kept on with light strokes over his length as she kissed his neck. Soon, she felt her fingertips wet with his precum, grinning to herself. "Think that's good for now."

'Huh?" The coyote blinked as her paw left his aching malehood. "That's cruel!"

"Not for long it will be." She winked before she moved up to the fridge, opening it and retrieving a couple of bowls from inside. She set them over a counter close to Sheridan, and removed the cellophane sheets that covered them. The coyote kept on watching with increasing curiosity, his ears swiveling to follow her every move. Camille picked a ripe strawberry from inside the first bowl, glancing at him as she dipped the fruit into the second bowl. As she brought it back up, Sheridan saw it was now partly covered in a thick, dark chocolate cream. She held the berry in between her fangs, and leaned towards Sheridan, offering it.

"Hm! A chèf playing with food?" He leaned in and bit half of the strawberry off after letting his lips lightly brush hers.

"To cook is to play with food!" She giggled, her long and fluffy tail swaying as she chewed her half of the fruit, her hands moving behind her back. "It is _you_I am playing with." In a swift motion, her bra was unclasped and off her body, revealing her perky, C cupped breasts, the tops of them covered in milky white fur from the pattern that flowed down from her neck. The coyote's eyes were absolutely fixed on them then.

"This is definitely getting more and more interesting by the minute." He licked over his lips to clean up the bit of chocolate let on them, watching Camille turn back towards the bowls.

Her paws picked up another strawberry, but this time she took a small bite off the tip of it. She then brought it toward her body, turning to watch the male as she rubbed the fruit lightly over one of her hardened nipples. She gave a low moan to further tease him. "I'm only just beginning."

After teasing herself with the fruit, she offered it to his muzzle with a sultry smile, watching intently as he took the fruit and started to chew. "Sweet enough?"

"It was a bit sweeter with the chocolate, but the show was much more to my liking!"

"I see. Let's try a different flavor, then?" Her fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, and she turned her rump to him, looking back at his dazzled face as she slowly slid them down her legs. Her folds, soaking wet, glistened at them as she slightly spread her legs to give him a better view.

"Ooooh, I really like where this is going!"

Camille giggled at her husband leaning to pick another strawberry. She faced him again, licked the tip of the berry, and kept her eyes on his face as she slid it down her front little by little. "Well, there's this new _recipe_I want to try," the fruit slid to her bellybutton, "but I need someone to taste it for me."

"I most definitely volunteer!"

"Good." She grinned and placed her right foot on the chair, in between Sheridan's knees, giving him a clear view of her wet sex. She brought the fruit down to it, and started gliding it up and down over her folds, then moaned loudly as she pressed it partly into her body, giggling. "It's cold!"

The male couldn't bring himself to respond, hypnotized by her actions. His member gave a twitch, constantly dripping precum. He almost toppled the chair over as Camille pulled the fruit out of her and brought it up towards his muzzle, and promptly took it whole with his fangs.

"Not so full anymore, are you?" She chuckled, listening to him moan while he tasted the fruit and her sex mixed together. She took the opportunity to take another strawberry from the bowl, quickly sliding it over and into her sex once again. "How's the taste?"

"Exquisite. Quite the dessert."

"Well, then, why don't you have another?" She teased, this time moving up close, spreading her legs over the chair and his thighs, though not quite sitting. She brought the fruit up, holding it just above her cleavage and right in front of Sheridan. "Here."

Leaning in, the coyote bit at the fruit, and took the opportunity to lean in and take one of her nipples into his muzzle, sucking at it firmly while his tongue skillfully pressed the cold strawberry against it.

"Oooooh!" She moaned to him. "I see you are making your own adaptations to the recipe."

His only response was a light nod of his head just as he started chewing the fruit, leaning back to touch his cold and wet nose to her nipple.

"Well, I got some other ideas for this meal." Before Sheridan could say anything back, Camille held his throbbing malehood and lowered herself onto it, taking the entire length into her sex in one smooth motion and gasping loudly.

"Oh, fuck!" He moaned, his arms pulling on the handcuffs with enough strength to make the chair creak.

"Yeah... I'm going to!" She grinned almost wickedly, and started bucking her hips up and down on him.

Soon, the loud wet noises of their mating filled the kitchen along with moans and gasps. With each stroke, the marten's rump pressed tightly to the male's thighs and hips, almost as if she wanted to bring even more of his length into her.

Sheridan leaned as best he could in order to kiss the female, and then proceeded to lick over her neck, chest and breasts in a frantic manner, moaning more and more loudly as his wife rode him with growing determination. With each movement of her hips, he could feel the walls of her sex squeeze him, making her even tighter, much to his delight. His pleasure was growing the more she moved, and he strained to avoid coming to his climax too soon.

"I love your cock, my pup!" She growled in pleasure and her paws gripped the seat of the chair, giving her thrusts even more strength. "I want every inch of it!"

"Oooh... O-oui, chèf!" He managed, keeping his playful mood as best he could. "Holy fuck!"

The beech marten picked up her pace. Her breathing was now fast, and irregular among the pleasured sounds she made. "Oh, love, make me cum!"

"A-anything you wish..." He moaned loudly, feeling his own body grow tense. Then he gasped in surprise as he felt a sudden firm and slightly painful grip to his testicles.

"Make me cum!" She gasped, her hand still keeping her grip, though. "You will _not_cum! Not yet!"

Sheridan bit into his lower lip, moaning in pleasure still, but the pain her hand caused, albeit light, had already managed to bring him down a bit. He sighed in relief as she let go of him, then moaned as she picked up her pace again, leaning to suckle at her nipples in return. Head leaned back, the female brought her hips down harder and harder upon the coyote, the sounds of their love making growing louder, as did her moans.

"So... Close..."

"That's it, love... Cum for me!" He gave a gentle bite to her nipple at that, noticing her breath starting to catch.

Finally, Camille pressed against him in one quick, strong move, tensing up her body and holding her breath. The spasms of her orgasm shook her, but she kept herself pressed onto her male, holding his hard member fully inside of her, his knot, though not swollen, and further pushing her pleasure.

Eyes fixed on her, Sheridan watched as she rode the waves of her climax, her face contracting in a manner he found cute, just as he did her growls and whimpers. He could feel her walls pleasurably contracting, almost milking him, and had to concentrate to make sure he didn't climax along with her. She had something more planed, and he definitely wanted to know what it was.

"Good one, huh?" He grinned at her as she started to come down, and leaned to give her muzzle gentle kisses.

Camille simply nodded, panting and shaking still. She let out a low murr at his soothing kisses.

"You looked so sexy."

"Oh... Shush..." She managed. "Not done yet." The marten raised her hips, sliding the now completely soaked length of her mate out of her, and moved back with shaky steps.

"I uh... Can't say I'm quite OK with not being able to knot you and fill you up with cum, you know?" He grinned at her, and noticed her tail waving as she chuckled, his own tail wagging. "However, I do believe I'm in for a treat. Just hope you don't take too long, 'cause my arms are starting to ache a little."

"Quit complaining!" Camille laughed at him, picking up the bowl of chocolate cream from the counter. "You just got humped senseless, you know there's more coming, and you worry about aching arms?" Standing right in front of him, se shook her head in a fake disapproving manner.

"Well, they do ache!" Chuckled the coyote with a wag of his tail.

"They also ache when you paw yourself raw, but I don't remember you complaining!" She winked and giggled at him, and just as he opened his muzzle to say something more she took hold of his wet length, and quickly poured the cool chocolate cream over it. "Now let me get my dessert."

Sheridan promptly went quite, having no intention on delaying her "dessert" any further. His tail was twitching rapidly behind him, and his eyes watched in anticipation as the beech marten slowly leaned down towards his member. Closer and closer. Inch, by inch, by aching inch, until she finally touched the very tip of her tongue to the base of it, bringing a loud moan from the male.

Dragging her tongue almost painfully slow up the male's length, all the way to the tip, Camille took only a moment to swallow the cream she had on her tongue, mixed with his precum, then leaned back down, this time taking him into her muzzle. She started to gently suck along it, her tongue rubbing over it's under side, teasing him more. As she finally started bobbing her head up and down, the coyote's moans came louder and longer.

"You, my love," he spoke in between gasps," are so very good at this."

Her only response was a wicked grin. She made it almost a past time to learn the location of each and every sensitive spot of his, and put it to practice on every chance. Her fingers started gently teasing below the base of his now forming knot, just as she took him as deep as she could into her muzzle, sucking him firmly now.

With each movement, and each touch of her fingers and her tongue, the coyote felt his pleasure build higher and higher. The fur on his back bristled, and he had to fight to keep his eyes open and focused, watching her muzzle move on him, her lips wet with chocolate and his precum. The sight alone was bringing him quickly closer to his orgasm.

"Fuck! Babe?" His voice shaky and raspy, he felt like he could barely form the words. "Gonna cum... Soon!"

A grin formed itself on the female's muzzle. Camille only paced up her movements, making sure her tongue kept rubbing him in all the right spots, intent on getting her mate over the edge. Her free hand started gently stroking over his testicles. Sheridan's moans Told her she was getting what she wanted, and soon.

"I'm... Babe..." That was all he could form other then moans. His thighs tensed up under Camille, and she braced herself, pulling back just an inch and rubbing her tongue over his very tip and with a loud growl the coyote was pushed over the edge.

His thick cum jetted onto her tongue and into her muzzle, and she took the first few as she could. Then, the marten leaned back, pulling him out from her muzzle, watching him as she let the rest of his cum splatter over her muzzle and cheeks, her tail waving quickly in amusement. With each spasm, more came out onto her fur, and when he had finally come down from his peak her fur was a complete mess. He smiled at her as she let her tongue trail over his tip.

"Well, now," he sighed in his afterglow, "that was..."

The female grinned at him, and made a show of swallowing the cum she had in her muzzle, displaying her open muzzle for him after. "Good?"

"That word doesn't quite cut it, I think." Sheridan chuckled.

"I see." She kissed his length one more time, and then leaned back up. "Better then chocolate and strawberries?"

"Oh, very, very much so!"

"Then it's good." Camille giggled at him, trying to look cute through her messy face fur.

"I love you, Milly." He smiled sweetly at her and she leaned in to hug him.

"I love you too, pup"

After a while, Sheridan looked at her curiously. "And how about you? Better then chocolate and almonds?"

"Yes!" She laughed. "Very much so!" Her fingers trailed over the mess covering her muzzle. "I believe dark chocolate really needs some, uh," she held up a finger wet with his cum, then licked it clean, "white chocolate to break the-" she suddenly stopped.

Sheridan looked at her, waiting and noticing her frantically swiveling ears.

"White chocolate to break the bitterness!" She suddenly shouted, squealed, and hugged him.

"Oh... Okay? Uh... Yey!" Plain confusion took his face.

"Oh, oh, hold on! We're all out!" She looked at him as if he knew what she was talking about. "I need to get some!" Then she got up, hurriedly putting her bra and pants back on, completely forgetting her panties. She raced to the living room and the coyote watched from over the counter that separated the kitchen from their living room, utterly confused now.

Camille picked up her shirt and frowned. "Buttons! Too many! Oh, I know!" And she brought her shirt to her face, hurriedly wiping off her husband's cum as best she could. She then picked up Sheridan's t-shirt, putting it on and apparently not worrying about the excessive size as she ran back into the kitchen towards him.

"We don't have any more! I need to get some while there are still stores open!" She pointed at the clock in the kitchen, trying to make a point but only further confusing the male.

"Okay?"

She leaned in for a kiss, stopping just before reaching his muzzle. "Oops! Right, messy!" Then kissed his cheek, and ran off again, towards the door this time.

"Honey?" He looked back at her, over his shoulder.

"Yeah? Quick, I need to hurry!"

"We're out of what, exactly?"

"White chocolate! The moelleux needs white chocolate!" She shouted happily.

"Oh! That's a good idea!"

"Yeah! Be right back!" She replied in a hurry, and then ran out the door, locking it behind her.

Sheridan watched the door close, and then looked around calmly. He sat there thinking for a moment. "Okay! I'll be... Waiting here for when you get the keys!" He sighed in defeat, whispering to himself. "My arms are really aching, you know..."