Susanne hurried up the back stairs, only a sparse few candles behind heavy shutters lit the narrow passage.

She could hear the rest of the performance through the thin wooden wall, she still had a few minutes until the first interval, then ages before she was required for the end of the second act, then only curtains for the third act.

She took a deep breath as she reached the hidden door to the corridor for the boxes. Someone had lent a mirror in the nook of the landing with another lantern.
She checked herself, a low cut bodice down to a thin ruffled skirt that fell to her shin in the back and knee at the front, she felt underdressed to be visiting someone of noble blood, and looked no better than a common harlot.
Her tail was curled with nerves.
She heard stories of what the men in the boxes would do, how awful some where. She had been lucky so far, seven months and she'd not been invited to any of the boxes. Lynn had been invited up on her second show and then every show after by the same man, not long after she was given an envelope with a lot of money and told to go home as she was showing, the consequences of trying to tell anyone who the father was or how it came to be was left unsaid.
It was part of the job, the wealthy patrons wanted more than just art for their money, dinners and boxes didn't always satisfy, and chorus girls were cheap and plentiful.

When she'd received the invitation that afternoon she asked around but none of the other girls knew, a couple of the older ladies who had been around longer just smiled and told her she'd be ok, one of the ushers who was delivering notes also said that he was good but nothing more.

With another breath she slipped out and into the corridor. It was really fancy here. The deep red wallpaper was complexly patterned to match the thick carpet, gold and brass fittings were everywhere, every fine ornate detail had been paid attention too to ensure the guests in this section of the house felt as at home here as they did in their mansions and castles.
She had thought the public areas elsewhere of the opera house were beautiful, but this was different entirely, as deserved she supposed by the wealthy and noble patrons who made use of these areas.

She trotted along, her heels soundless on the thick carpet, clutching the small gilt edged card until she reached the box. A smart canine stood by the door, straightening slightly when she came round the curve before relaxing as he saw she was clearly not important, just another of the sting of girls who were being called to the boxes.

She held out the card to him, she'd had to get some help with reading the short missive written on it:
    "Miss Susanne Gartner, you are cordially invited to join the Margrave in his box.
    Box 7, as soon as possible after leaving stage prior to Act 1 interval”.
The director and manager had called her into the big office and presented her with the invite and told to do whatever she was told by him, take any money given and not tell anyone what happened.

The canine nodded and slowly opened the door for her, just enough to slip in.

The box was shadowed, the curtains drawn to just afford him the view needed, a young feline appeared from the shadow and offered her a glass of champagne he had poured as she slipped in, a head flick indicating to take it to the Margrave.
The old dog was sitting on a sofa, it looked almost no different to the normal chairs of the boxes she'd seen which loitered around the back ways of the house awaiting repair, olny longer.
She didn't know the protocol so simply walked as neatly as she could.
His hand raised without looking to take the glass and signal her to sit beside him.
She perched besides him, close enough to not offend but far enough away to still remain respectful.
He passed the drink to his other hand and sipped, his other moving to rest on her thigh, just where the fabric rode a little higher cut.
She didn't move as she sat, hands folded in her lap, back straight and attentive like a good girl at school. Not that she had much of that, the farm had demanded a lot.
He sat and watched as the diva, Lady Collette, a refined bitch, a few years older than herself, of good breeding, sang her final aria.

He neatly applauded as the curtain came down and gas lamps up.

"Do you know why you're here?" His voice was smooth, and in the slightly brighter light she saw he was much younger than she expected.

"I... I think so sir, my lord?" She wished someone had told her the proper etiquette, she knew royalty and gentry and nobles liked their manners and everything proper.
His hand moved to her rear, gently pushing. She slipped off the seat to kneel before him.
He unbuttoned a couple of the fastenings at the front of his beeches before letting her do the rest.

She was terrified, the other girls had told her all kinds of horrible stories about how unwashed or diseases or just forceful some of the men were.
With shaking hands she undid the rest of his buttons, pushing the fabric to the side, and carefully opening the loose front of his underwear.

She'd seen what dogs had between their legs, both feral and morphic, growing up with four brothers on the farm had left little privacy at times.
But she'd never seen one so close before.
His sheath was plump and covered in short white fur like his surprisingly heavy sack.
She slowly closed the distance, he didn't look diseased or dirty, he smelt like lavender and mint with just a hint of sweat.
She nuzzled his sack and sheath cautiously, giving him attention everywhere before she reached the tip of his sheath. He was partly out, the red/pink flesh of his blunt canine tip standing out against the snow white of his sheath and the fabric lining his britches.
Before she could take him into her muzzle his finger crooked under her chin raising her to look at him.

"Have you done this before?" He spoke quietly, with a slight accent she didn't recognise but sounded educated.

"No, my lord, sir." He chuckled softly too.

"Sir is fine, thank you." His finger slipped from her chin and slightly directed her to his cock again.

She gave him a tentative lick before slowly taking him in her muzzle. He tasted slightly salty and otherwise of not much just warm flesh as she neared his sheath, breathing though her nose and trying to keep calm she set to work using her muzzle and tongue to pleasure the noble.
His hand came to rest on her head, gently scritching behind one ear almost in praise of her efforts.
She bobbed and licked at him a short while more before the hand moved and guided her off him, to look at him again.

"You said you've never done this before?"

"No sir. This,,, this is my first time with anyone sir. I never had a man or woman or anything before in any way." It was true. Some of the girls had told her to lie, if she'd bedded a dozen men tell them one or none, but she had no cause to lie, she'd never touched a man or woman or anything before.

"You're quite adept at this for a virgin."

"I... I did ... Sir, it's quite embarrassing but I stole a cucumber from the kitchen... The other girls told me such stories of their first times, I was worried it... It would hurt." Her tail curled around her in embarrassment.

"Oh. My dear sweet Susanne, no, I have no intention to take you in that way, not yet. Only your muzzle for now. Such a pretty muzzle. Such a pretty face and voice." He stroked over her head before guiding her back to work.

She bobbed and sucked, tongue exploring him. It wasn't particularly objectionable if she was honest. It wasn't nearly as bad as how the others in the chorus made it out, but no one spoke about the Margrave so maybe he was different. Some guilty part of her was starting to enjoy this actually.

The hand which has been holding his glass moved down, taking one of hers gently and guiding it to his sheath, slipping the flesh tube down over his knot to expose the flaccid bulb to the air finally.
She didn't have much to reference, she'd seen her brothers and father, sometimes the farm hands occasionally by accident, and plenty of animals of course, but none close or properly. He was bigger than the cucumber she'd stolen in thickness and maybe a little over half as long including the knot and root.


"I'm getting close, I should like you to swallow when I finish." He spoke softly again, guiding her head over his cock, in the pace and depth he desired, with one hand gently between her ears, the other guiding her hand to grasp his knot.

She knew what cum was from much the same way she knew what a cock looked like, but still had never yet encountered it close up.
At his prompt she squeezed his knot in her paw, holding it just where it met the root with the other. The lobes grew and after a couple of beats thin watery canine cum started to flood her muzzle as she was held in place over his cock, she swallowed his bounty, it was bitter yet sweet and slightly salty, and very strongly flavoured yet not entirely objectionable.
She could hear the orchestra tuning up discordantly as they returned from the nearby bar and readied for the second act.

The straining of the overture started soon after and lights dimmed again.
He released her, his cock already shrinking back into his sheath.

"Thank you for your service. I should hope to enjoy it again soon." He packed himself away without hurry as she stood.

"Thank you sir, it was an honour sir." It was a half truth, being a whore for the nobles could pay well, but it was an honour easily bestowed by some, even if the Margrave was not so commonly desiring such services.

She headed for the door as he let out a slight noise, over the swelling music she couldn't tell if it was an indignant one or a happy one.
The feline gave her a knowing smile, passing her a glass as she slipped past as he went to refill the spaniel's own.
The doorman caught her just as she exited.

"Say nothing, tell no one and you'll be ok. For your services." He dropped a small purse into her hand, it was quite heavy, the thin fabric meant she could feel the size of the coins, it must have been a month's wages in there!
She boggled at the dog.
Then caught some movement along the corridor, Teresa, a young cat, and Kas, a slender doe, were creeping along from another box, Teresa looked like she'd been crying, both were rumpled.
Kas flicked her head and motioned for silence. Susanne followed, stowing the purse down her bust.

The trio made their way silently though the door and into the back ways of the opera house.
Eventually they deposited Teresa in the chorus dressing room, more a nook to one side of a corridor in the wings.

"Is she...?"

The doe looked back at the shaken cat who was being fussed over as some of the others helped her back into costume and makeup.

"Lord Groves is a pig, pray you never meet him or his party. He buggered her the entire time more or less. His friend Percival occupied himself with me. They pay well enough for those who are used to it, but... Poor girl ..." she shook her head with tired resignation. Such was the life of the chorus. Only the hope to get noticed and elevated to loftier roles held many in place.

Susanne felt for the feline, every story she'd heard was like that. No one seemed to have as nice a time as her.

"Are you going to drink that?" She'd forgotten the glass in her hand. It was one of the plain ones the cast had, but a thick brown liquid wallowed within.

"What is it?" She sniffed it. "Smells like honey? Maybe lemon?"

"Probably what it is then. If you won't I will." The deer reached out, but the canine stepped back defensively. He had given it to her, well the cat, she wanted to find out for herself and not disrespect the absent noble.
She slipped it cautiously, it tasted odd, like honey and lemon and some kind of strong alcohol. She slipped off and finished her drink, going to find something to do until she was next needed midway into the act.

She kept expecting one of the front of house runners to ask for her and tell her to attend a box during the act two interval, as others were given notes or instructions, none did.
Teresa cried again when a small mouse delivered the news to her.

The rest of the show passed by, so did the second interval and then the third act.
She'd never realised how much of her life would be just waiting.
After the curtain fell the director gathered them for notes in the dressing room.
It was the usual stuff, until afterward when the larger than life fox approached her.

"Lovey, darling, come with me to the office will you?" He somehow inserted a "h" into "darling" and called everyone "love" but sounded more like "luvy" and bounced oddly as he walked, tail always swishing.

She followed to the managers offices, sitting off at one side with easy access to the private dining room and lounge for entertaining the most important guests when trying to wring a little extra cash out of them, and connected to the corridor and stairs the boxes where accessed by.

She'd heard the other girls talk about what some of the men did during these dinners, in the coach home and then afterwards... She really hoped it wasn't one of those, or if it had to be it was the Margrave, he seemed like a gentleman clean in his habits at least.

Entering the office she found the first violin, the pianist, Lady Collette, as well as the manager of the opera company.
It was a well appointed and furnished room, unlike the working offices elsewhere which had papers strewn everywhere and an air of chaos.

"Ah, there you are Samson. And this is... The girl he requested?" The fat old pony who owned the place stood and ushered them both in, clearly having no idea of her name.

"Yes darling, Susanne as requested. Not sure why but far be it for me to judge his tastes." The vulpine sniffed. Susanne knew she was pretty in a plain and simple way, "easy on the eye" some would say. "Penny darling, wonderful show as ever." He kissed the prima donna on each cheek before giving a curt nod to the musicians.
The orchestra and cast didn't really mix socially for whatever reason.

"As you are all here. The Margrave has sent a letter up to me requesting a private performance of some works. I'll let Samson go through that and arrange rehearsals after this. He is to hold a garden party and wants you all to perform there, of course you will be compensated, and allowed food and drink with the staff after your performance, except you of course my Lady, you're formerly invited after the performance for the rest of the day if you so choose." He motioned to a smart calling card that say before the Lady on his desk

She sat and listened attentively to the rest. Eventually she was presented a list of parts to learn and when she'd be picked up and the other details.

Lady Collette didn't look too impressed when she learned Susanne was to also sing solos with her. It simply wasn't done for a chorus girl to sing a solo, particularly so early in their time here, but so the Margrave wished, so it shall be.

***

A small coach had picked her up from the opera house's rear doors, along with the pianist and violinist, a goat whose white muzzle was stained yellow-brown with tobacco and a pointy feline who ignored her the entire way respectively.
Wardrobe had given her a beautiful dress to wear for the performance. A simple sky blue and white affair, it had been sent ahead for her to change into when she arrived.

Lady Collette's stately coach turned though the ornate iron gates and to the main house just behind another. Their own heading down a side alley between the large estates on the outskirts of the city to deposit them at the stable yard where the staff came and went, out of sight of the guests.

"I'll be back at ten to ten. If you're not here by ten you're walking.” The coachman told them as they disembarked.
Even from the back amongst the staff the house was grand.

"Ah, there you all are. Right this way. The piano is already set up and tuned for you. You may use this room as your own to dress and such and it's where your dinner is to be served." A groomed footman marched them to a small box room with a table and three chairs, a pitcher of water and the dress. Two ladies maids waited to help her dress.
She smiled nervously at them before starting to slip off her own. Modesty was something she'd had to rapidly unlearn. There was always some stage hand or performer or other hanger on leering at them in the dressing room. Thankfully the musicians wandered off elsewhere before she even had shed her shawl, leaving her and the two maids to it.
They were to do two sets. One just after lunch had finished, one just after dinner had been.

***

She took a deep breath to steal her nerves as she was led out to the stage with the Lady and musicians. Polite applause followed as a footman or something announced them each.

"Lady Collette, prima donna of the Imperial Opera Company. Ms Gartner, Mr Folks, Ms Hill, also of the Imperial Opera Company. Lady Collette and the rest of the splendid Imperial Opera Company here shall sing a selection of works this afternoon for your entertainment. The cards on your tables or from any of the staff provide today's programme."

The stage was a simple low scaffold to one end of the lawns, before a ha-ha which dropped down to a vertiginous tiered set of walks cutting down the steep hill, the valley behind forming a backdrop. Several dozen guests sat about circular tables all watched the quartet in silence, each immaculately turned out in morning dress.

She reminded herself this was no different to any other show really. Even if it was utterly unlike any other show as she wasn't singing chorus but actual parts and even a solo aria.
A few chords from the piano tinkled though, then Lady Collette boomed out and she got caught in the music.

It was a whirlwind of songs until finally they stopped. She was breathing hard, she could see Lady Collette was breathing hard too. The audience was applauding enthusiastically.
They took their curtseys and went to leave the stage.
Lady Collette turned to join the party to a small gaggle of fans. She was already heading to the house to wait until the next when the Margrave approached her.

"Wonderful performance my dear. Marvelous. Please, come, join us." A few hangers on had drifted over in the Margraves wake and made sycophantic sounds of agreement.
He shepherded her over to his table, offering her a seat and drink. As she passed the Lady's gaggle she saw the prima donnas look sour briefly.
He continued to praise her, she couldn't help but feel her tail start to wag, it was unbecoming but still it was nice to have so many people praising her. Some suggested how they'd like to see her in certain parts for a number of operas and other works. No one had ever spoken of her so kindly and highly before, it was exhilarating. Thankfully the group did most of the talking, she'd not heard of half the works they discussed, only knowing those she'd performed in.
A couple of hours passed and guests started to leave, some for home, others to change to more suitable evening dress and tail coats.

She went back to the small room and ate alone in her underwear and corset after the maids helped her out of the dress.

Soon she was taking the stage again. A sheet had been hung between lantern topped poles as the summer sun blazed in reds and pinks behind the stage as it set forming a glorious backdrop for their performance.

She felt less of a knot in her stomach this time, though Lady Collette did seem to be more sour towards her than normal.

Once more the music started and overtook her.

Panting she looked over the smaller audience, perhaps a dozen or so now, applauding as enthusiastically as before. Her tail couldn't help but wag now.

"It's unbecoming to wag girl!" The Lady hissed as they curtseyed.

She couldn't reply as the Lady turned and descended the steps hiding the snit she was in well. The musicians vanished like magic as she followed. It was half an hour until the coach arrived according to the big clock mounted on the facade of the grand building, she could easily change in that time, maybe even find a slice of bread and cheese for supper too.

Again the Margrave caught her. She could socialise a little before the coach arrived she supposed, she could find something in the kitchens at the operahouse.
Again he heaped praise upon her.
Again the Lady gave her an acidic look. She left not long after.

It was getting close.

"Sir, I beg your pardon, but my coach will leave at ten. I really must..."

"Must nothing my dear Suzanna, you may stay here this night, and if you do not desire that I shall lend use of a carriage of my own when you tire of us. If you would care to say though, perhaps you would prefer to change out of that and into something more suitable than a costume for the stage?"

"Oh, my lord. I don't have..."

He cut her off with a grin.

"Please, to your room, I am sure we have something in the house, and if not, then what you came in shall do. You are the light of the evening and any trinkets hung upon you simply dim your shine." He stood and beckoned to one of the waiting footmen to lead her away. The others laughed at this, calling him a romantic and soppy, while he looked deadly serious.

She found the maids waiting with a dress for her. It wasn't dissimilar to the one she'd worn when she first met him.
She'd heard stories like this too.
She was having fun and maybe he'd keep his word and let her away home.

She returned to the group, now mostly the men, but a few wives or other women still hung around, a few perched on laps or were pulled close as the group grew rowdy and boisterous.
The Margrave patted his lap which she obediently perched upon. He wrapped an arm around her back and held her knees, fingers gently stroking the soft fur he found almost indecently exposed, as they talked, she cautiously put an arm over his shoulder to help support herself as she sat perpendicular to him across his lap.

Drink flowed and for the first time in her life she realised she may be getting drunk.
She was having an awful lot of fun and didn't feel at all like she didn't fit in. Everyone seemed to make room for her country upbringing and not understanding, kindly explaining when she didn't understand.
Slowly the group broke up, a few husbands and wives parting clearly feeling amorous in the warm summer evening.

"Mmm, would you care to join me in my rooms? You're under no obligation, and there is no reward or penalty if you reject me or anything I desire." He led her by the willing hand to his rooms, a large four-poster bed stood against one wall.

He pulled her close into a hug.

"You know, when I saw you, I wanted you, to have you, then when I met you and saw you close, you had my curiosity. I listened more to you, was allowed to pass incognito to hear you rehearse. I could have anyone from the company as I had you that first time. But you, I still desire you that way of course, I am a dog afterall, but I want you as... As..." He suddenly gabbled, comparing how he desired her to how a romantic beau in an opera or play may desire their belle.
He spoke like a pup uncertain how to express himself, tail curled behind him.
Catching himself he cut off the stream of thought.

"I understand you may not wish me as a beau, of course I am not offended by this and shall let you be." He stepped back, breaking the embrace.

She wavered a moment. Unsure about his advances. Suddenly she understood what the others who did say anything about him meant, he was a good man, even if he took liberties by paying for the attention of the girls of the house, he could still be a good me. But, this, this felt like something different, something more, even if it was an elaborate fib to get her into bed at least he was making an effort.

She stepped towards him and kissed him, awkwardly, on the lips.
The spaniel dog's tail started to flick behind him and he kissed the collie bitch back.
They continued to kiss as he fumbled to undo her buttons and ties at her back.
He broke the kiss and turned her around. She couldn't help but giggle as the Margrave cursed the complex fastening and ties up her back.
Finally her corset and the dress came loose.
He places a hand on her shoulder to keep her facing away. She glanced back over but he tapped her on the cheek, she stood holding the dress up, back fully exposed, calves and arse hardly covered by her flicking tail.
She heard him scrambling out of his own clothes.
Then felt him step behind her, he reached around and teased at her grip on the dress until she dropped it.
His prick poked her ass and tail as he stepped in, embracing her from behind, one hand on her chest, the other on her stomach as he kissed and nibbled her neck.

"You have never done this before?"

"No sir." She shook her head slightly.

"Do you want to?" He stopped nibbling and caressing, even his shaft seemed to stop throbbing against her.

"I... I don't know if I can... If it'd fit...sir." Pressing against her now and when she'd taken it in her muzzle it had seemed large. She hadn't put the cucumber there, she'd considered it but, lying there in her cramped room hidden up at the back of the house with the rest of the girls, it had seemed so big.

"We don't have to do that my dear. Perhaps we could use our mouths and hands? Would you like that?"

"... My lord, I. I am, I don't have a..." He must know, there were a few girls hidden amongst the company who were different down there, had what he had, he must know she wasn't one of them?

He laughed softly.

"So I was told. With your permission, I can show you how I can use my mouth on you? It brings me great joy to pleasure a beautiful bitch like you."

She nodded and flushed at his words.
He gently turned her to face him. For the first time they saw each other fully nude.

He was a little taller than she was, handsomely but slightly built giving him an almost boyish look, his liver and white pelt neatly groomed. His prick stood hard and proud before him, blood red and flesh pink against his white stomach, a fine white moss of pubic fur sprinkled around his crotch. A knot of puckered fur gashed just above one hip to his chest clearly hiding a scar. He smelled like mint and lavender mixed with the sweat of the day still.

His soft brown eyes studied the colly bitch before him, her fur was mostly white, only fine inky patches occasionally mottling her body suggesting a less than pure blood stock - perhaps Dalmatian he mused - a large pool of dark fur arched her muzzle and eyes and both ears and down her neck, giving her there a more normal coat for her breed. Between her legs was a comfortable thicket of black curling pubic fur from which projected the mottled brown and pink of her puffy spade.

"You're beautiful. Please, on my bed, let me show you." He stepped to the side, guiding her to his expansive bed.
"Please, lie or sit with your legs over the edge here, I need to be between them."
The bed was high, above her kees, she had to push herself slightly up to perch on the edge as the spaniel desired.
He knelt as if in supplication before her.

"This may feel odd to start but it is deeply pleasing I assure you." He leaned forward and took a deep breath, inhaling the slightly musky scent of her sex. His wide flat canine tongue emerged from his muzzle then met her already aroused spade.

Dragging up in a single slow stroke he tasted her for the first time.
He was right, it felt odd but pleasing. Like when she was younger in the mill stream and found that directing the fast flowing water in a particular way against her spade produced a pleasant sensation.
As he reached the apex of the triangular mount he leaned forward, his thin black lips meeting her sex for a kiss. His breath was warm and damp against her crotch, her pubic fur tickling his nose as he dragged us tongue over her again.
And again.
Slightly differently each time.
Seemingly increasing the pressure a little, until he shifted and pushed directly into her sex, tongue energetically moving within her to taste as much as he could.

The sudden intrusion into her brought a gasp from her, she tried to clench her legs but his head and a reassuring hand on her thigh kept her from trying to eject him from his meal.

"Mmm, I assume I was correct and it is pleasing to you?" He looked up at her, the fur at the tip of his muzzle was slightly matted and ruffled, glinting slightly from his spit where he had been licking at her and her own juices.

"Mmm, yes my lord, so mmm so much better than my hands." She panted, tail flicking at the pleasure.

"Oh? Your hands? I thought you were untouched?" He became serious, as if disappointed to learn she wasn't perfectly pure.

"I. I didn't know that you meant - I-I am sorry m-..." She was cut off as he started to chuckle.

"I should be sorry, it's an unkind joke to play. Here, lie back and we can give each other attention together. If you desire to use your wonderful muzzle on my own as I on yours." She scooted back onto the bed lying down on the huge bed, even with her feet just shy of the lip she had a lot of room above her head.
The top blanket was rough, the beautiful embroidery although pleasing to look at caught her fur and poked her. As the Margrave climbed up to join her he realised the same.

"Ah, pardon my beautiful companion. I forgot how this blanket is. Please, to the head of the bed, we shall remove the upper sheets and blankets." She crawled on all fours to the head of the bed and the large array of pillows, finding the lip of the sheets.

"Wait just, just a moment there." She stopped, bent on all fours, tail slightly flagged as it wagged above her.
"Magnificent."  He was starring at her ass and puffy cookie from behind.
"Were I a lesser man I would take you here and now it's such an enticing view." She considered acquiescing and letting him mount her, but still his shaft standing there intimidated her, even if he was probably not much larger than any other dog she'd seen.

"Thank you for respecting me with that sir." She couldn't think what else to say. Smiling he started to tug the top sheets and blankets away until she was left on the deliciously fine and smooth under sheet.

"Now, if you'd lie however you'd like towards the middle, we can arrange ourselves almost head to toe." She crawled back down the bed and lay on her side watching as he joined her, shuffling slightly his cock was near her muzzle and her cookie near his. She understood now, and adjusted herself his knee came forward for her to partly rest against as she nuzzled his well groomed sack and sheath, he leaned in and began to taste her once more.
They found a rhythm, as she sucked on his prick, tongue flicking over his shaft, occasionally pulling off to nuzzle and taste his balls and sheath, he nuzzled and sucked her cookie, pressing his tongue in and flicking over sensitive internal structures.
Her tail beat against the bed as did his. His knot soon emerged from his sheath, the lobes still soft and flaccid.

"Not yet. I want to finish you first, please, is this good or do you need something else?" He looked down between them, his muzzle as matted as her own.

She considered this.

"Could you, maybe use a finger too? Please?" He nodded and slowly dragged a finger over her, then gently slid it in, listening intently as she moaned softly he continued to lick over what he could of her puffy spade as he worked another finger into the pinky flesh.

He was clearly practiced, as soon she felt her climax approach.

"Oh. Oh sir, I'm, I'm close..."

He bucked his hips slightly at her, clearly suggesting she take him back in her muzzle so they could finish together. Although he could not easily control her climax she realised she could his simply by when she gripped his knot.

After a few moments she felt her own climax build and grasped his knot as she had that first time.

She shuddered and moaned around his cock, strong muscles in her sex gripping his fingers and tongue as she came.
The Margrave shivered slightly and moaned himself, his knot rapidly swelling and his bountiful seed coating her tongue.
She held her muzzle on his shaft, drinking down his cum. It still tasted odd, but not wholly objectionable.
Though she wasn't really paying close attention to it as between her legs the Margrave was still slowly caressing and tasting her, gently teasing and kissing at her sodden spade.
He shifted and did something, within moments she felt a second orgasm building, this one far more powerful than the first as he stroked and licked over some part within her.
During her explorations she had never encountered whatever he was touching, and it only seemed to be just within her vulva too. Perhaps he was tending to the one small spot she’d found too sensitive to touch before, her sister had called it her “clitoris”, in some way that wasn’t so strong of sensation as to be objectionable.
He continued to stimulate her there, hearing her moan and pant around his cock. He tried to drag his hips away but she resisted, keeping a grip and trying to milk his cock for a second peak as he worked her towards her own encore.

"Unless you wish to explore under my tail hole my dear, you wouldn't get a second climax from me so soon. I must confess, I -" she cut him off by crooking a leg over his head and pushing forwards with her hips wordlessly instructing him back to work.
He did so with gusto, returning his attention to this hitherto potentially unexplored sensitive spot in her desperate need.
It only took a few more moments of his enthusiastic ministrations for a powerful climax to wash over her.
It started as the familiar building of pressure and tingling but so much greater, and seemed to continue for longer, she felt the muscles in her sex clamp hard around the two fingers and tongue within, a warmth spreading around her sex and then rushing out and up her body. A second liquid warmth seemed to spread outward from her sex too.
She moaned around the Margraves cock, back arching and legs tensing as pleasure rolled through her.

She didn't resist as he pulled his hips away, knot soft and cock retreating into his fuzzy white sheath.
He adjusted himself, crawling around to face her.
His white muzzle with fine patter of brown was matted and tousled, feminine juices glittering over his lips and fur.
He put an arm out and held her to his side.

"I... That... Thank you." Was all she could manage to think to say of the climax.

His chest bounced in a short chuckle beneath her head.

"I should apologise for being so late to bring you to true climax so late. It's been some time since I was with a bitch with this anatomy and thinking of her pleasure as much as my own."

She started to protest, she wanted to lean up and look at him but all energy had left to put any real force behind it, her lids grew heavy as the day caught up with her.

Half awake they turned to use the pillows and fell asleep entwined.