"What is it?" asked Nate Anderson, wrapping his arms around Kenya Adaeze as he struggled to stay close because the top knot of his werewolf penis was still buried deeply within her werepanthress vagina.
"It's from Kendra Smythe's... booking agent," replied his girlfriend, referring to the alias she used as a high priced escort/companion to rich weres. "One of my/her more regular customers is hoping for a rendezvous tomorrow night," she explained to Nate, while typing out a reply he couldn't see from his position.
"Oh," replied Nate, unable to hide his disappointment. As part of their new relationship, Kenya had said that she would give up that life, despite how great it paid, to be just with him as she tried to control her were-nymphomania, a unique condition where a were wanted sex all the time, but only in their fursonas. This also made him wonder when she would contact Doctor Frances Twist for therapy, although in front of everyone else during Thanksgiving dinner certainly wasn't the best time to do so.
"Do not worry my wonderful werewolf," purred the werepanthress, putting the phone down after seeing the confirmation that her text had been sent. "Kendra only retired earlier this week. Obviously not everyone has heard the news yet. Now then..." she said, managing to flip them around on the bed so Nate the werewolf was now on his back with his lover on top. "You are the only were I love. Yours is the only penis I need, it is right where it belongs, so let's enjoy the moment like we should," suggested Kenya, as she started riding Nate in a dominant position.
Nate reached up and started massaging his lover's breasts as she reached out and started stroking his furry chest.
Their passion overtook them as the thrusts grew longer and harder until howls and purrs of orgasmic bliss filled Kenya's soundproof bedroom.
But Nate would not have been happy if he had actually seen the text message Kenya received, let alone her reply.
Being so skilled and in such demand, her booking agent reported to Kendra that one of her more preferred clients was offering $10,000 for her to spend the whole night (dusk till dawn) at his penthouse in Seattle, with round trip limo service guaranteed.
While she had told Nate that Kendra had retired, what Kenya really texted was: HAVE TO CHECK MY SCHEDULE. WILL GET BACK TO YOU IN MORNING.
MEANWHILE...
"I may be hungry, but food isn't really what I'm craving," said Eric Anderson, holding his girlfriend close despite the fact his stomach growled again.
"That may be true Slugger," said Spencer Lawson, using her pet name for him ever since Eric's failed attempt to rescue her from Jeremy Bower, Junior; "but unfortunately that's the only thing on the menu I can actually offer you right now," she added, unable to hide her own disappointment.
"I know," said Eric sadly, as he zipped up his pants from the wonderful blow job she had just given him. "Since when have your ears been an erogenous zone?"
"I honestly don't know," admitted Spencer, standing up and walking over to her bedroom mirror to make sure she was presentable. "I've never felt any sexual sensations from being touched up there before by anyone, let alone actually experienced an orgasm from having them caressed and massaged. Maybe you have the magic touch?" she suggested, licking the lips of her muzzle suggestively.
"If I do, it's because of you, you sexy she-were you," said Eric, smiling in return, although because of her status as a natural hybrid were wolf/panthress, he wasn't sure whether to refer to her as a she-wolf or a sexy kitten.
"In any event, ready for a covert raid of the kitchen?" asked Spencer.
"If you're leading, I'm following," said Eric, standing up and standing beside her.
"Good. I'll wiggle my ass and tail for you along the way," promised Spencer, shaking her furry hindquarters for him.
"Not too much though. Unfortunately I only brought one change of underwear," explained Eric, as they left her bedroom.