It had been a month now. No, longer really. This whole thing had spiralled completely out of control. 

"I mean... I like her..." he gasped softly to himself. It'd been a while since he'd actually had privacy, time to his thoughts and without warning they were upon him faster than his racing mind could handle. He pulled a pillow over his face and groaned. He couldn't help himself.

"Who am I kidding I love her but... Do... Do I really? Am I really this...?"

He was flustered, he couldn't get her out of his mind; try as he might. He'd push the thought away and she'd weasle her way back in no time.

Before he even realized it his left hand had idly shifted its way down his frame, slipping onto his inner thigh. It was mindless at this point, just gentle fingers grasping away. Slowly slithering down the length of his flaccid member, to the thick and meaty ring of his covering. His finger slipped into it, rolling around inside, illiciting light quivers that shot up and down his spine as it glanced across the sensitive bulb of flesh.

"Elh..." he murmurred as his mind shot back to the moment he'd seen her in the shower and seen far more than anyone had ever intended to afford him. Light beads of saliva trailed down the ever present bone in his maw, down his cheek as he thought of the images, his imagination filling in the blanks. The soft light making her petite breasts all the more enticing, the glistening of the water on her skin and the steam around them, making her nipples stand out more and more. His eyes slowly slithering down her meagre frame, fixating on her plump wet labia, her hood peeking out just a little.

His mind continued racing as his hand began to slowly run up and down along the length of his maleness, placing her into inviting position after alluring position, her voice crooning to him in his imaginary playpen. Fingers rhythmically strumming the turgid penis as he licked his lips, imagining himself burying between her legs, tounging away at the soft and supple lips that she held away from his grasp. Her glistening treasure beckoning for his thickness as he continued, slowly tugging the foreskin back and rubbing at the tip for only a second before pulling it back over the glans again; sending shudders through his frame. 

He whimpered out her name lightly again. He could do little else. Red never spent time alone... every motion, every thought was an assault on his sensations.

He kept kissing at her nethers in his dream world; then up her belly, across her breasts to her neck, slowly moving his hips into hers before sliding within her silken walls.

It wasn't long, quick strokes interspersed with the occasional long drag and tug led to a slightly unfamiliar warmth glancing across his chin, then his cheek, wetness slipping down his chest, then his belly, then drooling onto his hand and off onto his inner thighs as he gasped out. His body shaking a little as he shivered, his waning erection slowly oozing as it pumped out a little more, emptying the last of his eggs contents onto the pouch that held them now quite tightly to his supple frame, the wet sticky sugarwater slipping into the scars and pits that marked his body, where fur would no longer grow.

He cursed under his breath, if only a little, paralyzed in his ecstacy. Too spent to move. To clean himself up.

...Even though he couldn't help shake the feeling he'd not been alone he didn't care. He just lay there, drooling lightly, biting his bottom lip, gasping for breath for a good thirty seconds. Half a minute that seemed like an eternity alone as his universe of Elh's open body faded into the recesses of his mind again.