Creeping up behind her boy was becoming easier and easier. The dark type, somewhat proud of his nocturnal hunting senses, delighted in detecting an approach before it was completed, and perhaps catching the would-be stalker by surprise. Yet Emma had plenty of experience and practice, and found herself just several pawsteps away with him none the wiser.

Emma grinned. Time for a surprise.

It was almost suspicious, what with the way his tail was idly raised and showing off that lovely Umbreon butt - but she knew her boy, and the way he was gazing out the window with a passive humming made it clear he thought he was alone, and perhaps not entirely conscious of what he was doing. Not unreasonable, really. Everyone in this house was so used to hiking up their tails for one another on a constant basis that doing it subconsciously was hardly unusual.

All the easier for Emma to slowly creep up behind him and raise her head, having no obstacle preventing her from just... planting her lips on that butt.

She was waiting for the gasp, and wasn't disappointed - even with her vision obstructed, that simple sound was enough for her to see it all in her mind's eye. His ears perking up, eyes widening, jaw dropping just a tad. Legs locking up, the tiniest bit uncertain, then spreading further apart as if of their own accord. A faint flicker in those golden bands, followed up with a sudden bright glow that only showed with stronger emotions and sensations running through the big Umbreon's mind.

She mentally saw it all, knew it was accurate from the way his body jittered and pushed back against her muzzle, and she grinned. Mission accomplished.

Not that she was leaving so soon. Why wouldn't she savor the moment while it was here?

Her lips had been dead-on, locking themselves around the boy's tight tailstar. A lewd kiss in an entirely inappropriate place. Now they pulled just a hair back, enough room for that warm wet tongue to slip free of her muzzle and drag ever-so-slowly across the rim. A heavy purr began to fill the air around her, and she giggled as the boy's tail dropped, draping over her head and hiding almost all the light - save what emitted from his soft tail.

The house melted away. It was just Emma and Qwazzy - his scent, his warm light, his happy purrs, and that lewd flavor she was well familiar with. It was not the first time her tongue explored his body in many many places, and it wouldn't be the last by a long shot. 

There would have been no doubt as to what was going on there if someone had peeked - and someone very well might have, considering who lived in that home - it was pretty obvious with the way her boy was standing there stock-still with what she imagined to be a blush-laden puppy-dog grin on his muzzle, panting with a tongue lolling out freely of his muzzle, tail half-wagging atop a hidden Eevee head rocking back and forth against his backside with loud wet slurps. Not exactly innocent!

They could have been in the middle of town for all she cared. She was savoring every second, and nothing else mattered. Her tongue was forceful, needy as it swiped and slid around that pucker, teasingly poking at its center after every couple rotations to see how loose she might be able to make it. She could smell his arousal, his musk as that cock she was so familiar with hardened underneath his hind legs, pulsing with powerful urges that for the moment were entirely ignored by the both of them. She had her focused target, and he was entirely content, huffing happily with every slurp, rump rocking a little with instinctual miniature humps against open air. Her weight was leaning against his own, carrying her head with that butt of his no matter how much it swayed or jerked about.

Her tongue wasn't satisfied. Locking lips with that rim once more, Emma slowly pushed inward, feeling that tailstar wrap around and squeeze with each probing inch. The corners of her muzzle lifted in a grin as she heard him moan and purr all the louder, spurred on by her boy's lovely sounds. Every sense she had was being completely captivated by his own presence alone and nothing else, surrounding herself in dark-type heaven. Her tongue rolled and slid along those inner walls, lips suckling and smooching, making no small amount of wet and lewd sounds to fill the air around them.

With her mind and senses muddled, it was hard to say how long she went on like this. Minutes passed with her head pushed up snug with the Umbreon's rump, lips working away happily, the dark type struggling to keep his stance up with his legs wobbling. A sudden tight squeeze around her tongue warned her of the dark type's rising peak, and Emma noticed with a muffled giggle that the horny boy was using a forepaw to stroke himself alongside her little surprise treatment. Ah...

Might as well help out a little more, huh?

That lewd kissing continued with the writhing of her tongue as both of her fores reached under his rump - one to grab his cock away from him and stroke with a surprise wild abandon, the other fondling those heavy balls and savoring the heft of their weight. The effect was amusingly instantaneous. Another loud and wonderful gasp of shock from her boy, a tensed grip on her tongue with twitches and spasms... and she felt that red rocket throb wildly in her paw, felt every twitch as it fired spurt after spurt of cum, aimed at nothing and no doubt making quite a mess of whatever he was standing in front of. Oops... well, no matter. Wouldn't be the first time she'd cleaned up after his sticky white messes. And besides, it was kinda her fault, wasn't it...?

His body finally calmed, muscles relaxing, the tight pucker's grip softening, the lustful throbs fading as that spent cock slightly drooped in her paw. 

Okay, NOW mission accomplished. 

Feeling quite satisfied with her performance, Emma slowly drew her head away from his rump with an audible wet "pop!" and grinned. What she'd seen in her mind's eye had been accurate. His head had turned back to face her with a panting grin, tail hiked up to show his well-tended-to rump, and legs straddling a rather messy trailing stain of cum.

She winked. "I'll take care of that for you, sweetie." 

Stepping forward and around his legs, she leaned her head down - and eeped in surprise as she felt her boy mount her backside, pressing a now re-hardened cock hotdogging against her moistened rump. His muzzle floated by her ear, grinning with pointy white teeth, as he whispered warmly.

"Who said we were done...?"