Three AM. That's what the digital clock on the nightstand was telling Mark. The husky lay in bed a moment, trying to get a sense for why his body had woken him up so early. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he realized he was desperately thirsty. 

He got up slowly and gently, not wanting to wake up his sleeping girlfriend, and made his way to the kitchen, his eyes adjusting to navigating their apartment with the moonlight shining through the windows. He made it to the sink, grabbed a cup from the drying rack, and filled it with cool tap water. After downing it in seconds, he refilled his glass, and sleepily made his way back to the bedroom, sipping on his water. 

As he entered the bedroom, he put the half full cup of water on the nightstand, then took a look at the bed. He was about to climb into the bed, but he froze in place at what he was seeing. 

His girlfriend, a yellow lab, was perfectly illuminated in the moonlight. She looked almost radiant, the light shining off her form. Each gentle breath caused her bare chest and belly to rise and fall slightly. Wearing nothing in her sleep, she was exposed before him. 

Something about seeing his girlfriend in such a beautiful, vulnerable state caused his heart to race. He'd seen her naked dozens of times by now in their relationship. But this time was different. When she was awake, she would purposefully take on suggestive and enticing poses when he saw her. But when asleep, there was none of that. Her body was in a relaxed state, unaware of his increasingly lustful gaze.

After staring at her naked, sleeping form for a moment, the husky felt his excitement start to manifest, as he started to grow hard. He gently grabbed his growing erection with one hand, while something in the back of his mind started telling him how wrong this felt. He was, in a way, taking advantage of his girlfriend while she slept, unable to consent to what he was thinking. But another part of him, the overwhelming majority of him, was enjoying looking at his girlfriend’s sleeping form. 

He started to stroke himself, continuing to look up and down her sleeping form. He wanted desperately to cuddle up to her, to feel her against him, to let his hands explore her unconscious form, but settled for looking over her. Every inch of her body excited him further, as she lay there, nearly motionless, exposed before him. 

Slowly getting back into bed, he escalated from simply feeling himself to outright masturbating. Getting closer to the object of his desire excited him further. His heart racing, his breathing heavier, he wanted nothing more in that moment than to have the sleeping girl next to him. Thoughts of all the lustful activities he could do to her without waking her up flooded his mind. 

It wasn't long before the husky, overcome with lust, came all over himself, coating his hand, groin, and lower belly with several shots of his seed. As the initial bliss of the orgasm died down, and his lustful fantasies faded, he was left to dwell on the feelings of shame, the thought that he'd just gotten off to taking advantage of his loving girlfriend, and in doing so, did indeed violate her without her consent. His last thoughts before quickly drifting to sleep were of how upset she would be when he confessed to what he did. 

—

Later that morning, Mark sat at the dining room table with a cup of coffee while his girlfriend prepared breakfast. His mind was still racing from what he'd done during the night. He had to tell Meghan what he did, it was the least he could do. 

As he sat at the table trying to draft in his head a coherent apology, Meghan came in with two plates of sausage and eggs, setting one down in front of Mark. She smiled at him, but there was a hint of worry on her face. “Mark, Honey, you haven't said a word all morning. Is something bothering you?”

He looked down at the meal his girlfriend had lovingly prepared for him, and let out a soft sigh. “Meghan, honey… I…”

She leaned in closer, placing her hands on one of his. “Mark?”

Feeling her gentle touch, hearing how she said his name with such trust in her voice, only cemented his feeling of having betrayed her trust with his actions. “Last night, I did something… Something less than wholesome.”

Her expression grew more worried, but she did not move her hands. 

“Last night I… I… Masturbated to you, while you were asleep…” he looked away, ashamed to say it out loud. 

Meghan let out an audible sigh of relief as her worried expression softened. “Oh, Mark, honey, is that all?”

Mark looked at Meghan, still feeling shame and guilt. “What do you mean, is that all? I took advantage of you while you couldn't consent. I got off thinking about what I could do to you while you were helpless.”

Meghan was slightly shocked by the last sentence, but tightened her grip on his hand. “Did you hurt me while I was asleep?”

Mark immediately shook his head. “N-no, dear, I didn't lay a hand on you. I never touched you while you slept.”

“Sweetie, you're allowed to have fantasies about me, and get off on them. It sounds like you saw me naked while sleeping, got a little excited, and handled it appropriately. Am I missing anything?”

“You're not mad at me? But, I did this without your consent…”

Meghan leaned across the table, over both of their meals, and gave Mark a kiss on the nose. Sitting back down, she smiled. “Honey, I really do appreciate how worried you are about my ability to consent. You're such a considerate partner and lover. If it makes you feel better, then I forgive you.”

Relief flooded over Mark, as he realized she was not mad about what he had done. “Oh, thank you hun. I promise it will never happen again.”

Meghan held up a hand to stop Mark. “Hold on sweetie. I don't think that is fair for you.”

Mark tilted his head slightly.

“You clearly have some unexplored desires. You said it yourself, you got off on ‘what you could do to me while I was helpless’.”

Mark looked down again, his shame rising back up. He was about to apologize again when Meghan interrupted him.

“Mark, I don't want you to repress parts of your sexuality because you think that I'll be offended. I want you to explore those feelings again, but to their full extent.”

Mark looked back up at Meghan. “Honey, what are you saying?”

“I'm saying, in no uncertain terms, I'm giving you my full, enthusiastic consent to use my body for your sexual pleasure while I'm asleep tonight.”

Those memories from last night entered Mark's mind again. He felt for a brief moment the desire to love his girlfriend while she was helpless and unconscious. “H-hun, are you absolutely sure?”

She nods, smiling. “I want you to explore these feelings in a healthy way, not repress them. I trust you not to hurt me in my sleep, and to wake me if anything goes wrong.”

His heart was racing. Shame and excitement swirled in his chest, as she was giving him permission to do what he so desperately wanted to do the previous night. “Thank you honey. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Now, let's eat before breakfast gets too cold.”

—

Three AM. That's when the alarm clock went off. Mark sleepily rolled over and quickly shut it off. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, slowly adjusting to the light of the nearly full waning gibbous moon. 

He looked over to his left, seeing Meghan still fast asleep, having not even stirred from the alarm. Seeing her so close to him, hearing her gentle breathing in the otherwise silent apartment, it excited him just as it did the previous night. He sat up, once again admiring her unconscious form from head to toe under the glow of the moonlight.  

He remembered her words from that morning, of her giving him consent to explore his sexual feelings towards her unconscious form. There was still an underlying sense of shame to it all, but as he woke up more, he just kept her blessing in his mind. 

The first thing he did, once his nerves allowed him to, was place his head on her chest. Hearing her relaxed heartbeat, feeling her chest rise and fall with each slow, steady breath, his head nestled between her breasts, he felt a sense of safety, of loving care for his girlfriend. With each breath in, he inhaled her scent, which served to remind him how much he loved her.

After a moment of laying his on her chest, he brought one hand to feel one of her breasts. At this, he could feel his excitement start to grow. He was really doing it, he was really doing something lewd to his girlfriend while she slept. He gently squeezed and groped her breast, his own heart rate and breathing outpacing hers. 

He pulled away, sitting up and looking over her again. She was still fast asleep, deep in some dream or another. He looked down at his lap. His manhood was at full attention, as thoughts started entering his head. His eyes looked towards her again, and his gaze drifted downward, towards her slightly spread legs.

He had been given permission to do whatever he wanted to her. And upon seeing her feminine area, all his thoughts were overridden by something deeply ingrained in him. Something that urged him to do something he'd never dreamed of as being possible before last night. He wanted desperately to breed his girlfriend while she slept. 

He started to shift his position in bed, blushing deeper and deeper as he consciously registered what this desire was. He straddled his sleeping girlfriend, his hard length above her feminine entrance. He was breathing hard, looking down at his girlfriend, expecting her to wake up and stop him, but she just lay there, unconscious, vulnerable and unaware of what he was planning. 

After a moment of hesitation, he started to gently slide his member against her folds, breathing heavily as his lewd desires were becoming a reality. Feeling his manhood start to spread her womanhood open, he whispered a quiet “I love you” before positioning himself to enter her, slowly pushing his way in to her. 

He gently slid in to her, taking it slow as he penetrated her deeply, before pulling most of the way out. Sliding in and out of her slowly, he looked down over her still sleeping form, reminding himself of what he was doing. Any normal fur would have stopped far before this, he thought. But here he was, having sex with his sleeping girlfriend. And he was deeply enjoying it.

He started to speed up, pumping in to her with more energy and force, seeing her sleeping body being moved with each thrust. He leaned in, kissing her neck and cheeks repeatedly while he made love to her, his hot breath against her face and neck. Yet she didn't stir beyond the motion he was forcing on to her. 

Before long, he could feel his excitement start to reach its peak. He continued thrusting into her, loving every second of the experience. He could feel his approaching orgasm with every thrust. As he reached his limit, he leaned in once more, giving Meghan a passionate kiss on the lips as he shot his load deep inside her, knotting her as rope after rope of warm seed filled her.

After a moment, he broke the kiss, holding his body close to hers still. Even after all of that, she was still breathing slowly, steadily, fast asleep. Though there was the hint of a blush on her cheeks. He would have to ask her in the morning if she had any pleasant dreams during the night. But for now, here he was, knotted in his sleeping girlfriend, panting heavily as he caught his breath. 

Collapsing on top of her, he could barely put into words the emotions he was currently experiencing. Having sex with his sleeping girlfriend had been an amazing experience. He felt like this would be something to explore further. But only with her permission.