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She watched his eyes dance all over her lithe, still Crimson Paw outfit clad frame, and she nodded encouragingly as the hands of the man she loved darted to the crotch of her pants, and began to unfasten them while in the same moment she started to unzip her own top. \n\n \n\n``Ahhh, it's so good to be home.'' \n\n \n\nDiane's voice was rich with exuberance, with relief, with passion and playful adoration as Wolf dragged her pants and underwear down in one swift motion, casting them aside and setting free the compressed though still fluffy length of her tail as she threw her upper garments off in the opposite direction. As sincerely joyful as her previous words had been though, her voice cracked slightly with raw, almost overwhelmed giddiness when like two opposing magnets Wolf's bare body lurched into contact with hers, and he leaned down over the table to embrace her, to cradle her lean, fluffy torso and to bump his nose to hers as his cock lay flat against the quivering, glistening slit of the vixen's wet, welcoming pussy. \n\n \n\n``With you here. With... with us, here. It feels so right. Wolf. Please.'' \n\n \n\nShe got those words out just a fraction of a second before their lips succumbed to mutual temptation, and they kissed deeply once again. Her eyes bulged. Both pairs of their eyes did as Wolf's hips drew back, and he briefly, oh so briefly slipped a hand out from under Diane to grasp himself. To guide that thick, candy-red length. To... \n\n \n\nThe vixen screamed. Through his muzzle, around his dancing tongue, without any attempt to pull away and break the ongoing make-out between them, Diane screamed as Wolf pressed into her. She screamed in joy, in pleasure, in raw and unrestrained ecstasy. And yet as physically pleasurable as that singular moment was for them both, the male lying over her didn't cry out himself, and another moment later Diane fell quiet too. She gasped. She trembled and wrapped both arms and legs tight around Wolf in a gesture that she probably would have done through sheer blissful, intimate instinct anyway, but which in that moment she enacted not through lust and the need for physical closeness. Instead, she embraced that sweet, complicated lupine man as with his cock buried deep inside her and the echoes of Diane's first cry provoked by their wild, spontaneous lovemaking ringing in his ears, Wolf peered down into her face with tears welling up in his golden eyes. With a lip quivering, and yet at the same instant an uncontrollable grin spread across his face, and his tail a blur, Diane stroked Wolf's cheek comfortingly, her thumb sweeping away the first trail of a tear as it began to fall. \n\n``Tell me what you need, Wolf. Tell me, please.'' \n\n \n\nHe sniffled. He laughed. All those emotions boiled over together all at once, and warm, salty droplets tumbled down onto Diane's own cheeks from the man looming over her as he nodded and tried to catch his breath, tried to steady his senses enough to form words. \n\n \n\n``I feel... [i]good[/i].'' \n\n \n\nHe whimpered. The vixen's smile widened, but she couldn't help giggling and raising a playful eyebrow, hips rolling as she did so, drawing a gasp of pleasure from both of them. \n\n \n\n``I should hope so.'' \n\n \n\nShe teased fondly, grinning more gleefully still when Wolf snorted mirthfully in response. \n\n \n\n``Not just that. Don't get me wrong, Diane, I've never, [i]never[/i] had sex feel like this. But, it's not just the pleasure. Not just the physical sensations. It's... it's my heart. It's my... it's everything. It's [i]you[/i]. Diane. It's all you, and me, and... and [i]us[/i]. It's so good. It's so... I love you, Diane. I just... I love you.'' \n\n \n\nDiane's cheeks flushed, and though she didn't look shocked or taken aback by what Wolf had said, actually hearing him say it so plainly brought gleaming tears to the corners of her own eyes. \n\n \n\n``I love you, my Good Boy.'' \n\n \n\nShe whispered softly, tenderly to the sweet, tearful, beaming man lying astride her. And then, an instant later... \n\n \n\n``O-oh...'' \n\n \n\nShe felt his cock lurch. \n\n \n\n``Oh, Wolf...'' \n\n \n\nShe saw his eyes, still a little wet as they might have been, blaze with wild and uninhibited longing. And then, another split-second beyond that, his lips were on hers, desperately stealing her breath away in the most fiercely loving and manically gleeful kiss she had ever known, while the lupine male's hips were a sudden blur. They were moving faster even than the wagging of his tail as with no words, no other motions, no more tears that could be shed to truly express the full depth of just how [b][i][u]good[/u][/i][/b] being with Diane made him feel, Wolf did the only thing left that he could do. The thing he had wanted to do from the instant their lips met on the dance floor, as the realization that he was in love with her first swept through him. \n\n \n\nSomething he had been forced to wait to do. To share. To experience with the vixen. But something that would wait no longer. Something they were finally, [i]finally[/i] free to share, if only for a brief while before saving his friends and perhaps the entire city, if not the [i]world[/i]. \n\n \n\nSomething that would wait no longer, not just because Wolf needed it so, so badly, but because in his heart, his racing, thundering, fluttering heart, he was certain that Diane needed it too. \n\n \n\n``Wolf!! [i]Wolf! [/i][b][i]Yes!![/i][/b]'' \n\n \n\nWhen they weren't howling, shrieking, or wailing to each other, their lips were furiously locked over and over in kiss after fevered, now far more sloppy and unrestrained kiss. Diane's legs locked around Wolf's lower back all over again, feeling his frantically wagging tail swishing against her paws as her hands released his upper body, but only so his own hands could grasp hers, palm to palm, fingers interlacing as he pinned the vixen's arms to the table either side of her head. She tried to keep looking at him. To drink in the bliss, the rapture, the unbridled elation burning in his eyes as they stared seemingly unblinking into hers. But the pleasure was so intense. So overwhelming that with just the slightest provocation, a growl, a moan, a twitch of his tongue unexpectedly against hers, her eyelids fluttered in ecstasy or the eyeballs themselves rolled back or crossed uncontrollably. It was clear that neither one of them was inexperienced when it came to sex. It was clear that they were both good. [i]Damn[/i] good when it came to pleasing their partner with their bodies. But even as they began to fuck in earnest for the very first time, it was equally obvious that neither Wolf nor Diane had ever, [b]ever[/b] had sex like this. \n\n \n\n``Nnhh! Nnnhhhmmhh! Mmngg-[i]hhhhhhhhmmnhhhhh![/i]'' \n\n \n\nWith their tongues entangled every bit as intricately as their fingers, Diane howled into Wolf's maw as her pussy convulsed with irresistible euphoria. The pleasure was so extreme, so all consuming, her orgasm's approach should have been obvious. It had happened so fast though. They had barely been fucking for a minute, and no matter how good a lover she was with or what toys she was using to stimulate herself, Diane simply [i]did not[/i] cum that fast. And yet, she was. She was cumming, and she was cumming [b]hard[/b]. Her whole body thrashed. Her back arched. Her legs kicked out skyward, toes splayed wide open while her tail found itself equally rigid and quivering. And throughout that unparalleled, unthinkably potent pleasure, Wolf was still fucking her. Whining, gasping, moaning almost drunkenly into her yowling, shrieking maw as she milked him, while somehow his hips continued to pump, his firm, twitching cock continued to slide in and out, in and out, the bulbous girth of his knot grinding into her throbbing clitoris time and time again until, of course, she felt it. \n\n \n\nShe [i]heard[/i] it too. The thick, wet, slurping pop, and the most incredible, mind-bending sensation of heat, of fullness, of completion as Wolf's knot sank inside of her, and all of a sudden her muzzle was muffling his just as much as the reverse had already been true. He was snarling. Howling. He was out of his mind with pleasure, because in that moment [i]Wolf[/i] was cumming too. Spilling ribbon after ribbon of hot cum, so thick and copious Diane swore she could feel each individual strand splash and streak against her quaking innards, while the vixen milked him more, and more, and more, and... \n\n \n\n``[b][i]Wolf!!!![/i][/b]'' \n\n \n\nDiane didn't even realize she was cumming again, one peak crashing like a tidal wave into the next and pushing it to even greater heights from below, until she realized she couldn't keep kissing the man she loved any longer. She wanted nothing more than to hold her lips to his forever, but the scream that welled up inside her was too much to contain. So, she let it loose. She [i]screamed[/i]. She screeched like a banshee at the top of her lungs as juices began to gush forth from around the lupine male's pulsing knot, and though her vision was one constant blur mingled with otherworldly flashes of color by that point, Diane swore that there was an instant, a single moment of clarity amidst her multi-orgasmic bliss, when she saw Wolf's face. His beaming, proud, devilishly handsome and disarmingly sweet, sincere grin as he just drank in the sight of her, the sound of her, the pleasure for which he couldn't deny being wholly responsible. \n\n \n\n``Diane...'' \n\n \n\nHe didn't roar or bellow, but just gasped. A breathless, broken whisper. Then, though Diane had never before met a man capable of such a feat, she felt him join her anew. She felt his cock, still twitching, still rigid but on the verge of being spent and fully drained of its essence, surge once more. She felt it jerk, twitch, and she felt the heat, the moisture once again as [b][i]new[/i][/b] seed began to pour forth from Wolf's deepest reserves. \n\n \n\nWolf was cumming. [b][i]Again[/i][/b]. A second time, back-to-back, just like her. \n\n \n\n``I love you...'' \n\n \n\nHe gasped. \n\n \n\n``I love you... mmhhh, god, it feels so [i]Good[/i] to say it!'' \n\n \n\nHe pressed his face to hers, not to kiss her, but just to grind and rub his muzzle against her soft fur as he whimpered those words again, and again. \n\n \n\n``I love you, I love you, I love you...'' \n\n \n\nHe didn't cum again. Neither of them did, at least, not immediately. But with Wolf locked inside of Diane, they had nowhere to go. Nothing to do but let nature take its course. And thus... \n\n \n\n``I love you. I love you. I... o-ohhh, Wolf... I love you...'' \n\n \n\nDiane joined in the chorus with every breath, giggling, trembling as Wolf's muzzle explored her face, her neck, her bare breasts for the very first time, whispering his adoration to every follicle of fur, every cell, every atom that made up the vixen lying before and beneath him. \n\n \n\n``I... I...'' \n\n \n\nThe vixen tried to gasp back. Tried to form the words she needed to say as she stroked wolf's ears, as she kissed the top of his head, as she felt his knot pulsing and knew that rather than getting softer, the man she loved was just getting ready to flood her with his seed yet again. \n\n \n\n``I stole your car...'' \n\n \n\nShe wheezed at last, blushing, giggling as Wolf froze, pulled his head back slightly, and stared deep into her eyes. \n\n \n\n``You... y-you stole my car?'' \n\n \n\nShe nodded feverishly. \n\n \n\n``Hhh... how fast can... can you get us there?'' \n\n \n\nWolf's eyes bulged with realization. \n\n \n\n``Fast.'' \n\n \n\nHe growled, flashing a grin that could be construed as anything [i]but[/i] Good. \n\n \n\n``Really, [i]really[/i] fast.'' \n\n \n\nHis hips twitched. \n\n \n\nDiane bit her bottom lip, and wrapped her legs around his waist once more. \n\n \n\n``We'll get there in time, Wolf. We'll stop Marmalade. We'll find a way. I... I know we will. But [b][i]until [/i][/b]then... Ohh... ohhhh Wolf. Please...'' \n\n \n\nHe was already doing it. She cried out. She arched her back and shrieked happily as even before she could ask him to, Wolf started to make love to her passionately, giddily all over again. Nevertheless, she begged him anyway. Because she wanted to. Because she wanted to cry out those words. To let Wolf hear them, and to hear for herself just how deeply and deliriously she meant it all. \n\n \n\n``...please, Wolf. My Good Boy... My sweet, ohhhhh... ohhhyesss, my [i]love![/i] One more time! Ah! [i]Ah!! Again![/i] Oh Wolf, you're so [i]good[/i]. It's so... so... a-aahhhyesss! Yes! [b]Yes! Please, Wolf!! [i]Please, fuck me again![/i][/b]'' \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\nBy Jeeves \n\n \n\n \n\n[/SIZE][/FONT]\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Different Kind of Good
``So, how does it feel to have everyone not fear you for a change?''
Even as Mr. Wolf answered that question with the honest truth, with his tail wagging and his heart pounding, he found himself realizing that there was so much more to goodness, so much more to feeling good, than he had ever believed. It was so much more than the praise. So much more than the affectionate smile of an old woman, or the grateful purring of a kitten. Deep inside his heart, something new was stirring. Something which in all his years, through all his lovers, all the one-night stands and wild but careless physical indulgences they'd shared together, he had never felt before.
He and Diane leapt up onto the stage. They danced. They span. The music rang out around the packed fundraiser, but Wolf couldn't hear a single note of it. Everything else faded away into muffled nothingness. There was no music. No people. No money. No heist. There was just... her. Just Diane. Holding him, grinning, panting, eyes bright and alive while the sound of her laughter, her genuine delight, rang in his ears.
There was something he had to do.
Something he had promised his friends he would do.
A distraction.
But... in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to purposefully, intentionally draw any more eyes his way. He didn't care about other people. For one of the first times in his life, ever since he'd become aware of the way the humans of the world saw him, he truly, sincerely didn't care what they were thinking. What they were paying attention to.
All that mattered was right there in front of him, looking at him almost as though she was waiting. Almost as though she was hoping that he would...
Before he could even stop himself, Wolf's head pushed forward.
Gently, tenderly, his lips brushed Diane's own. He saw her eyes widen, and for a fraction of an instant, shame and fear gripped his heart. But then... then her head tilted forward in turn, and her lips pursed as she returned that chaste, fond first peck on the lips with one of her own. And in that moment, Wolf knew that there was more than one kind of Good in this world. That there were rewards far greater than a kind word and a rush of endorphins, if the right kind of good was shared with the right person, at the exact right moment.
They pulled their lips back from one another, and the look on Diane's face... her blush, her smile, the excitable twinkle in her eyes as she nibbled oh so gently on her bottom lip. Wolf would change the world to see that smile again. He would make the whole planet a better place to see Diane regard him like she was looking at him right now. He would do anything, truly anything, to get to hold her, and kiss her, and...
And then all hell broke loose.
And it was all humans yelling and screaming. All security guards and cops and goddamn fucking guinea pig supervillains revealing themselves, and Wolf was so angry. So angry he couldn't hold back. He couldn't restrain himself. He couldn't be a good boy and just trust in Diane to realize the truth and help him and the others out of their situation, when Marmalade had stolen away her smile, and robbed him of the opportunity to kiss her again. To slip away with her in the wake of that party without any cash, without any Golden Dolphin, without any meteorite, but with a woman he was already realizing that he was head over heels in love with.
He tried not to think about her as they were taken to prison.
He tried not to think about her as he tried to explain himself to his friends.
He fought with all his willpower not to think about how disappointed she might be as he prepared to fight Snake right then and there over his friend's bullheaded inability to listen and understand that there was another way. That there had to be another way beyond just being what the world expected them to be.
He tried not to let his heart break as he wondered if he would ever see Diane again. And then, like the miracle that she was...
Wolf remained in a daze after that. He wasn't sure what he did. What he said as she, Diane, the Crimson Paw herself, broke them out of jail and escaped with them back to the mainland. His heart was aching, his mind reeling. He was with her again. He was with her, and the feelings surging through him weren't just every bit as strong as they had been back on the dance floor, during that first kiss which seemed both an eternity ago and yet remained vividly clear and fresh in the lupine male's mind. They were so much stronger now. He had heard a phrase before; absence makes the heart grow fonder. But, it had always been an abstract concept, something that implied an initial fondness which he had struggled to experience to begin with, or at the very least had been unable to fully and openly express. With Snake, Shark, Piranha and Tarantula, sure, he'd liked them. Cared for their well-being. But he could never say it. Never openly and unabashedly admit how dear they were to him, and how much it hurt to have them no longer by his side now.
With Diane though... not only did he feel as though maybe, just maybe he could let those feelings bubble to the surface, but he felt as though it was impossible to hold them back. They were so much stronger. They were beyond feelings of camaraderie, beyond true and genuine friendship, as much of a cherished rarity as that alone would have been.
As he pulled himself out of the twisting, churning morass of his own mind, Wolf heard himself make a playful remark about Diane's rather plain, sparsely furnished hideout. He almost felt detached from his own body, as though he was floating over himself, watching as he leaned against the refrigerator and cracked wise about the vixen's decision to microwave herself something when they had a mad, villainous guinea pig to track down. When the refrigerator slid aside though, and when Wolf felt Diane grab him by the front of his orange prison issue jumpsuit and drag him into close proximity with her, he was suddenly all too present and clear headed. The firmness, the playfulness, the tenderness with which she pulled him close, not flinching at their intimate proximity within the elevator shaft clearly designed for a single occupant, it snapped him out of his malaise.
His mind, a mind that had spent years upon years planning, scheming, devoting its substantial skills to taking what revenge he could on a world that he had sincerely believed would allow him to act no other way, knew right now what had to be done. He knew the risks. He knew the dangers. He knew how much time it would take, and that they had little extra to spare if they were to have any hope of stopping whatever the hell Marmalade had in mind. More than anything else though... he knew that what came next, no one would ever know. If things worked out. If some day his name and those of his friends were cleared, and their story was told for all the world to hear so that the same prejudices and judgements wouldn't be repeated again, no one would hear about this.
No one would know about the Crimson Paw. No one would ever hear about her true identity, about her secret lair in the suburbs. Any version of reality that did get out would be theirs to tell, to invent as they saw fit. Some witty remark about some cool heist gear. Some playful comment about a grappling gun. That would be more than enough, and no one would have any reason to suspect that reality had been any different.
And, to be frank... if things didn't work out? If this was the last time that Wolf was going to have alone together with Diane before God only knew what happened to tear them apart?
Either way, Wolf's next move was abundantly clear, and as soon as the elevator began to descend towards the Crimson Paw's lair, he truly couldn't have done anything else besides what followed.
******
The small elevator reached its destination, but as lights illuminated a chamber full of gear, of screens and a planning table perfect for laying out the details of the most elaborate and skillful of heists... no one entered it. Not a soul stepped forth to fill that space, as within the now stationary elevator, Wolf tenderly but fiercely pinned Diane to the wall, and kissed her deeply as her hands gripped with joyous desperation at the back of his head, holding his muzzle greedily to hers. Her legs were like a vice around his waist, and as Wolf's golden eyes stared into her bright, giddily twinkling hues, her tongue danced with his every bit as freely and joyfully as their whole bodies had danced in the moments before their first and only other kiss.
Kicking off her boots, Diane's toes hooked around the waistband of Wolf's orange jumpsuit bottoms and pushed them down to leave the man's legs clad in only his heart patterned white boxer shorts while her hips rocked urgently against his. Their endless, unrelentingly passionate kiss deepened even more so. They whined. They gasped. They moaned breathlessly into one another's mouths as Wolf felt his tail whipping back and forth with such frantic speed that the swishing was audible in the otherwise still air. Wolf could feel his cock hardening, and as it stiffened, so too did that feeling, that different but unmistakable goodness he had experienced as he looked into Diane's eyes and kissed her at the fundraiser, rise to even greater and more boundless heights. Just as his hips began to move of their own accord though, to rock against Diane's loins as her fingers fondly caressed the backs of his ears and he felt the beaming smile of her muzzle pressed against his, she released her legs from around his back. Like liquid, she flowed out of his feverish embrace, and though the last thing in all the world he wanted to do was stop holding her and kissing her, of course Wolf let her go without hesitation.
He watched, standing there in his orange top with his pants pooled around his ankles, as Diane rushed out into her lair, giggling gleefully as she turned back to face him and beckoned him forward. His head spun as he watched her scramble up onto the smooth white table that had risen up from the floor, and he felt his pounding heart and pulsing erection leading the way, stretching out the front of his boxers while he stumbled and staggered towards the giggling vixen, sitting cross legged as she awaited him joining her.
They both knew they didn't have forever.
They both knew they had work to do. But, what was equally and perfectly clear between them was the fact that they couldn't leave, they wouldn't leave this place with their feelings unresolved. With their needs unmet.
The very moment Wolf got close enough to Diane for her to reach out to him, his top was gone.
Another instant, as he rose up onto the tips of his toes to lean forward over the table and press his muzzle to the vixen's own once again, her legs had uncrossed and her dexterous footpaws were ridding his body of its last remaining garment, pushing his underwear down so swiftly that his cock bounced and slapped against his fluffy belly for an instant when it sprang free in all its rigid, red and pulsing glory.
``Mmnh, Wolf...''
She took one look at his naked body, one fleeting glance down at his rigid and straining hard-on, and then with that breathless, longing whimper of pure delight, Diane laid herself back on the table. In doing so, she ended Wolf his kiss prematurely in that moment. But instead, she granted him an even greater joy. She looked down the length of her body, panting, grinning, trembling. She watched his eyes dance all over her lithe, still Crimson Paw outfit clad frame, and she nodded encouragingly as the hands of the man she loved darted to the crotch of her pants, and began to unfasten them while in the same moment she started to unzip her own top.
``Ahhh, it's so good to be home.''
Diane's voice was rich with exuberance, with relief, with passion and playful adoration as Wolf dragged her pants and underwear down in one swift motion, casting them aside and setting free the compressed though still fluffy length of her tail as she threw her upper garments off in the opposite direction. As sincerely joyful as her previous words had been though, her voice cracked slightly with raw, almost overwhelmed giddiness when like two opposing magnets Wolf's bare body lurched into contact with hers, and he leaned down over the table to embrace her, to cradle her lean, fluffy torso and to bump his nose to hers as his cock lay flat against the quivering, glistening slit of the vixen's wet, welcoming pussy.
``With you here. With... with us, here. It feels so right. Wolf. Please.''
She got those words out just a fraction of a second before their lips succumbed to mutual temptation, and they kissed deeply once again. Her eyes bulged. Both pairs of their eyes did as Wolf's hips drew back, and he briefly, oh so briefly slipped a hand out from under Diane to grasp himself. To guide that thick, candy-red length. To...
The vixen screamed. Through his muzzle, around his dancing tongue, without any attempt to pull away and break the ongoing make-out between them, Diane screamed as Wolf pressed into her. She screamed in joy, in pleasure, in raw and unrestrained ecstasy. And yet as physically pleasurable as that singular moment was for them both, the male lying over her didn't cry out himself, and another moment later Diane fell quiet too. She gasped. She trembled and wrapped both arms and legs tight around Wolf in a gesture that she probably would have done through sheer blissful, intimate instinct anyway, but which in that moment she enacted not through lust and the need for physical closeness. Instead, she embraced that sweet, complicated lupine man as with his cock buried deep inside her and the echoes of Diane's first cry provoked by their wild, spontaneous lovemaking ringing in his ears, Wolf peered down into her face with tears welling up in his golden eyes. With a lip quivering, and yet at the same instant an uncontrollable grin spread across his face, and his tail a blur, Diane stroked Wolf's cheek comfortingly, her thumb sweeping away the first trail of a tear as it began to fall.
``Tell me what you need, Wolf. Tell me, please.''
He sniffled. He laughed. All those emotions boiled over together all at once, and warm, salty droplets tumbled down onto Diane's own cheeks from the man looming over her as he nodded and tried to catch his breath, tried to steady his senses enough to form words.
``I feel... good.''
He whimpered. The vixen's smile widened, but she couldn't help giggling and raising a playful eyebrow, hips rolling as she did so, drawing a gasp of pleasure from both of them.
``I should hope so.''
She teased fondly, grinning more gleefully still when Wolf snorted mirthfully in response.
``Not just that. Don't get me wrong, Diane, I've never, never had sex feel like this. But, it's not just the pleasure. Not just the physical sensations. It's... it's my heart. It's my... it's everything. It's you. Diane. It's all you, and me, and... and us. It's so good. It's so... I love you, Diane. I just... I love you.''
Diane's cheeks flushed, and though she didn't look shocked or taken aback by what Wolf had said, actually hearing him say it so plainly brought gleaming tears to the corners of her own eyes.
``I love you, my Good Boy.''
She whispered softly, tenderly to the sweet, tearful, beaming man lying astride her. And then, an instant later...
``O-oh...''
She felt his cock lurch.
``Oh, Wolf...''
She saw his eyes, still a little wet as they might have been, blaze with wild and uninhibited longing. And then, another split-second beyond that, his lips were on hers, desperately stealing her breath away in the most fiercely loving and manically gleeful kiss she had ever known, while the lupine male's hips were a sudden blur. They were moving faster even than the wagging of his tail as with no words, no other motions, no more tears that could be shed to truly express the full depth of just how good being with Diane made him feel, Wolf did the only thing left that he could do. The thing he had wanted to do from the instant their lips met on the dance floor, as the realization that he was in love with her first swept through him.
Something he had been forced to wait to do. To share. To experience with the vixen. But something that would wait no longer. Something they were finally, finally free to share, if only for a brief while before saving his friends and perhaps the entire city, if not the world.
Something that would wait no longer, not just because Wolf needed it so, so badly, but because in his heart, his racing, thundering, fluttering heart, he was certain that Diane needed it too.
``Wolf!! Wolf! Yes!!''
When they weren't howling, shrieking, or wailing to each other, their lips were furiously locked over and over in kiss after fevered, now far more sloppy and unrestrained kiss. Diane's legs locked around Wolf's lower back all over again, feeling his frantically wagging tail swishing against her paws as her hands released his upper body, but only so his own hands could grasp hers, palm to palm, fingers interlacing as he pinned the vixen's arms to the table either side of her head. She tried to keep looking at him. To drink in the bliss, the rapture, the unbridled elation burning in his eyes as they stared seemingly unblinking into hers. But the pleasure was so intense. So overwhelming that with just the slightest provocation, a growl, a moan, a twitch of his tongue unexpectedly against hers, her eyelids fluttered in ecstasy or the eyeballs themselves rolled back or crossed uncontrollably. It was clear that neither one of them was inexperienced when it came to sex. It was clear that they were both good. Damn good when it came to pleasing their partner with their bodies. But even as they began to fuck in earnest for the very first time, it was equally obvious that neither Wolf nor Diane had ever, ever had sex like this.
``Nnhh! Nnnhhhmmhh! Mmngg-hhhhhhhhmmnhhhhh!''
With their tongues entangled every bit as intricately as their fingers, Diane howled into Wolf's maw as her pussy convulsed with irresistible euphoria. The pleasure was so extreme, so all consuming, her orgasm's approach should have been obvious. It had happened so fast though. They had barely been fucking for a minute, and no matter how good a lover she was with or what toys she was using to stimulate herself, Diane simply did not cum that fast. And yet, she was. She was cumming, and she was cumming hard. Her whole body thrashed. Her back arched. Her legs kicked out skyward, toes splayed wide open while her tail found itself equally rigid and quivering. And throughout that unparalleled, unthinkably potent pleasure, Wolf was still fucking her. Whining, gasping, moaning almost drunkenly into her yowling, shrieking maw as she milked him, while somehow his hips continued to pump, his firm, twitching cock continued to slide in and out, in and out, the bulbous girth of his knot grinding into her throbbing clitoris time and time again until, of course, she felt it.
She heard it too. The thick, wet, slurping pop, and the most incredible, mind-bending sensation of heat, of fullness, of completion as Wolf's knot sank inside of her, and all of a sudden her muzzle was muffling his just as much as the reverse had already been true. He was snarling. Howling. He was out of his mind with pleasure, because in that moment Wolf was cumming too. Spilling ribbon after ribbon of hot cum, so thick and copious Diane swore she could feel each individual strand splash and streak against her quaking innards, while the vixen milked him more, and more, and more, and...
``Wolf!!!!''
Diane didn't even realize she was cumming again, one peak crashing like a tidal wave into the next and pushing it to even greater heights from below, until she realized she couldn't keep kissing the man she loved any longer. She wanted nothing more than to hold her lips to his forever, but the scream that welled up inside her was too much to contain. So, she let it loose. She screamed. She screeched like a banshee at the top of her lungs as juices began to gush forth from around the lupine male's pulsing knot, and though her vision was one constant blur mingled with otherworldly flashes of color by that point, Diane swore that there was an instant, a single moment of clarity amidst her multi-orgasmic bliss, when she saw Wolf's face. His beaming, proud, devilishly handsome and disarmingly sweet, sincere grin as he just drank in the sight of her, the sound of her, the pleasure for which he couldn't deny being wholly responsible.
``Diane...''
He didn't roar or bellow, but just gasped. A breathless, broken whisper. Then, though Diane had never before met a man capable of such a feat, she felt him join her anew. She felt his cock, still twitching, still rigid but on the verge of being spent and fully drained of its essence, surge once more. She felt it jerk, twitch, and she felt the heat, the moisture once again as new seed began to pour forth from Wolf's deepest reserves.
Wolf was cumming. Again. A second time, back-to-back, just like her.
``I love you...''
He gasped.
``I love you... mmhhh, god, it feels so Good to say it!''
He pressed his face to hers, not to kiss her, but just to grind and rub his muzzle against her soft fur as he whimpered those words again, and again.
``I love you, I love you, I love you...''
He didn't cum again. Neither of them did, at least, not immediately. But with Wolf locked inside of Diane, they had nowhere to go. Nothing to do but let nature take its course. And thus...
``I love you. I love you. I... o-ohhh, Wolf... I love you...''
Diane joined in the chorus with every breath, giggling, trembling as Wolf's muzzle explored her face, her neck, her bare breasts for the very first time, whispering his adoration to every follicle of fur, every cell, every atom that made up the vixen lying before and beneath him.
``I... I...''
The vixen tried to gasp back. Tried to form the words she needed to say as she stroked wolf's ears, as she kissed the top of his head, as she felt his knot pulsing and knew that rather than getting softer, the man she loved was just getting ready to flood her with his seed yet again.
``I stole your car...''
She wheezed at last, blushing, giggling as Wolf froze, pulled his head back slightly, and stared deep into her eyes.
``You... y-you stole my car?''
She nodded feverishly.
``Hhh... how fast can... can you get us there?''
Wolf's eyes bulged with realization.
``Fast.''
He growled, flashing a grin that could be construed as anything but Good.
``Really, really fast.''
His hips twitched.
Diane bit her bottom lip, and wrapped her legs around his waist once more.
``We'll get there in time, Wolf. We'll stop Marmalade. We'll find a way. I... I know we will. But until then... Ohh... ohhhh Wolf. Please...''
He was already doing it. She cried out. She arched her back and shrieked happily as even before she could ask him to, Wolf started to make love to her passionately, giddily all over again. Nevertheless, she begged him anyway. Because she wanted to. Because she wanted to cry out those words. To let Wolf hear them, and to hear for herself just how deeply and deliriously she meant it all.
``...please, Wolf. My Good Boy... My sweet, ohhhhh... ohhhyesss, my love! One more time! Ah! Ah!! Again! Oh Wolf, you're so good. It's so... so... a-aahhhyesss! Yes! Yes! Please, Wolf!! Please, fuck me again!''
By Jeeves
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