The werewolf laid upon the werepanthress, his red rocket still fully extended deep within her most intimate recesses. He loved the feeling of her satiny fur caressing his somewhat rougher pelt. Not as much as he lover her, but it was still a wonderful feeling. He would not mind laying within her arms forever, when Ben Twist raised an ear.
Thinking he had heard a sound, he began to sniff the air cautiously, but there was no scent near enough to cause him concern or worry.
"What is it Benjamin?" asked Kenya Adaeze, trying to peer over his furry shoulder in case there was something she should be aware of.
"I thought for a second..." then he dismissed the matter completely from his mind as he gently brought his muzzle to hers and kissed his girlfriend.
"Even in what is supposed to be a were sanctuary, it is always wise to stay alert, but it is better still to always be aware of your partner too," said Kenya with a smile, while thrusting her hips briefly upward to remind Ben of who he was with and specifically where he was at the moment.
"There is absolutely no way I could ignore you darling," swore Ben, gently kissing and licking his way down her furry neck before nuzzling and suckling on one of the werepanthress' breasts.
"You are such a gentleman, my dashing werewolf," cooed Kenya, stroking his back fur with one paw while the other made sure Ben was drawn closer to his objective. "Yet it is now my turn to pleasure you," she announced.
Before Ben could reply, the werewolf suddenly found himself lying on his back, tail thumping in joy as his beautiful werepanthress had flipped them over so now she was on top.
"I totally believe that in sex, love, and life; both partners are completely equal, so there is no such thing as dominance. Yet there is also no denying the advantages at times of being on top," said Kenya, wiggling her rear just enough so that Ben was reminded his hard lupine cock was still deeply within her.
Despite the fact that they had just had a very hot session that left him erupting more male juices into her than Ben ever thought physically possible, his werewolf rod was still thick and fully extended within Kenya, with no chance of his penis receding and the top knot slipping out of her tight werepanthress vagina any time soon.
"Now then..." said Kenya, as a smile formed on her muzzle.
Not knowing what she had in mind, Ben was totally surprised when she lowered her head, spread apart his fur with her paws, and started licking his chest nipples.
"oooooooohhhhhhhh......" he gently moaned, as Kenya continued to orally play with his chest. Whether or not it was from what Kenya was actually doing to him, or the fact that his penis was still deeply within the woman he loved, Ben could not deny the erotic sensations coursing through him as Kenya's wet and somewhat course tongue continued to tease and pleasure him.
It was a total shock, but very pleasant surprise when moments later, he began thrusting his hips and shot another load of werewolf cum into the werepanthress.
"Yessss...." purred Kenya, wiggling her ass and matching her lover's thrusts, making sure she got every drop of what Ben had to offer her.
When their mutual orgasms ended, Kenya laid her head upon Ben's chest, raised her feline eyes up to look deep into his lupine ones, and asked, "It is far better to be equal and share in all things, isn't it my dear Benjamin?"
"Yes," he agreed, before kissing her tenderly.
The two young lovers laid in each other's paws for awhile, the gentle rhythmic breathing between them the only noise or movement in the woods around them, never knowing how close they came to encountering William and Martha Anderson along with their new friends Dawn and Douglas Hale.