The white were-panther Eric Anderson smiled as he enjoyed Spencer and Frieda simultaneously pleasure him orally. Purring as the rough feline like tongues dance and tickle his shaft; brushing and stimulating his glans and cock entrance. Eric feels the usual pressure build in his balls as his load spills forth. Frieda and Spencer eagerly lapping up each drop as Eric’s green feline eyes roll back in his head; moaning and sighing as he revels in the release.
“Dam,” Eric breathing hard; “you two really know how to use those tongues.”
“And we know you like it,” Frieda experiencing Eric’s climax thanks to their bond becoming stronger.
“Yeah,” Spencer licking up the last of Eric’s cream; “that orgasm of yours was lovely.”
“I want to feel your orgasms,” Eric coming down from his post orgasm rush.
“And you will,” Frieda kissing Eric; “but let’s see if there is any leftover pizza to snack on.”
“I’d rather snack on you and Spencer,” Eric chuckling; “roll my tongue in each of your snatches. Lapping up your honey as you yowl and purr in enjoyment.”
“Ooooh,” Spencer getting turned on; “that sounds lovely, but I want your meat in me after our snack.”
As the three quietly head downstairs; listening in on Benton and Amanda’s love making and grinning as they head to the dining room. Happy that there is still quite a bit of pizza leftover; each grab a couple of slices and quickly and greedily consume them.
“Pizza is great and all,” Eric licking his muzzle clean like a cat; “but I’m still hungry for something more fulfilling.”
“I agree,” Spencer already on her third slice; “but since hunting is out of the question what with the were-alert.”
“To the kitchen then,” Frieda answering; “let’s see if there is anything worth munching in there.”
The three bonded weres rush to the kitchen; unaware that the were-alert was lifted hours ago what with Julie Stovall’s capture and being locked up in the many holding cells of the council building. Raiding the fridge and nearby pantry; Eric smiles and purrs as he comes out with an assortment of canned fish.
“Struck gold here,” Eric grinning; “canned tuna and salmon, where is the can opener Frieda?”
“Let me get that,” Frieda eyes going wide with delight; “try not to devour it all before I open them all up.”
“do we make sandwiches or just eat the meat straight from the can,” Spencer grabbing bread, cheese, mayo and other sandwich ingredients.”
“Sandwiches,” a were-panther turning on the kitchen lights; “straight from the can is just plain gross.”
Eric, Spencer and Frieda look up; their green eyes immediately adjusting to the sudden brightness as Benton looks at them, also Jonesing for a late night snack.
“With,” Frieda grinning; “or without mayo father?”
“Tuna,” Benton approaching the kitchen island; “with mayo, lettuce and tomatoes.”
“Don’t forget the hot sauce,” Spencer chuckling as she brings out a bottle of pepper sauce; “it gives the mayo a zing.”
“Not too much,” Benton shaking his head; “Amanda doesn’t care for anything too spicy.”
“So no raw garlic and onions then,” Frieda smiling; “on your sandwich then?”
“No,” Benton blanching; “especially raw garlic.”
“Suit yourself,” Frieda smiling as she sneaks extra hot sauce on her father’s sandwich and handing it to him; “enjoy.”
Benton takes the sandwiches and is about to leave but stops and stares at the three. “You hosed down half the leftover pizza in the dining room and now you are gobbling up sandwiches. You can’t be that hungry?”
“You never experience three simultaneous orgasms at once,” Frieda smiles; “and only one of them your own.”
Benton looks at his daughter completely confused at what she just said. Wondering if it has something to do with their bond but deciding to not poke that subject with a stick. Instead he comments; “be sure to clean up after finishing your snack. Oh and Julie Stovall was recaptured a few hours ago. The were-alert was lifted and your grandparents are outside somewhere having their own fun.”
“Does this mean we can go out and have fun as well,” Spencer thinking of having a hunt.
“No,” Benton answering; “it’s late.” Remembering the scrolls Tachibana handed over earlier, “you three need to be at the council building again tomorrow, for Julie’s sentencing. So finish up and go to bed.”
Each enjoying their sandwiches as Benton leaves; turning the light off in the process. The darkness not hindering the three as they can see just as well, thanks to their enhanced were senses.
“I smell onion,” Eric sniffing the air; “did your put onion in my sandwich Frieda?”
“No,” Frieda enjoying her half tuna half salmon sandwich; “it’s in mine. I happen to like a bit of raw onion; gives a bit of a kick.”
“I’ll stick with the hot sauce,” Spencer enjoying her tuna; “what about you Eric. What’s in your salmon sandwich?”
“Lettuce, swiss, tomatoes,” Eric answering; “with mustard and lots of salmon.”
“I can see that,” Frieda chuckling; “that’s a whole can of salmon in your sandwich.”
“Did you at least take out the bones in the can,” Spencer chuckling.
“Naw,” Eric joking; “I thought they’d add a nice crunchy element.”
Benton entering back into the master bedroom with a couple of sandwiches and a smile across his muzzle; sitting on the bed and placing a sandwich next to Amanda’s nose as she is about to drift off to sleep. The smell of tuna instantly waking her up as she see the sandwich and plate held by Benton’s paw.
“Did you make this for me,” Amanda biting into the offered snack.
“No,” Benton eating his sandwich and coughing with the extra hot sauce hitting him; “Frieda did. She and her friends were busy raiding the kitchen for a late night snack.”
“Surely there was leftover pizza,” Amanda enjoying the fish; “did they not have any?”
“They did,” Benton looking bemused; “but I guess they were craving something more. Frieda did say something curious though.”
“And what is that,” Amanda finishing her tuna snack.
“That you never experienced three simultaneous orgasms at once,” Benton answers; “and only one of them yours.”
“Does it have anything to do with their bond,” Amanda putting her plate on the night stand.
“My guess is yes,” Benton shrugging his shoulders; “perhaps that was why they were so loud earlier.”
“Well,” Amanda looking at her husband; “let’s talk about that tomorrow with the three then. Right now I want you to snuggle with me.”
“That all,” Benton smiling coyly; “or are you craving more of my feline rod?”
“Well if it will get you to snuggle with me,” Amada sliding over and rolling on top of Benton; “then by all means, lets ride each other to sleep.”
Benton purrs as Amanda guides his member into her eager snatch; pushing her folds back as he thrusts in and out while Amanda bucks her hips. Placing his paws on her hips as Amanda rides him fast and furiously; Benton yowls as his orgasm races through him like a speeding bullet, striking Amanda and making her scream out in joy. Collapsing and laying on top of her husband; Benton’s member in her and still twitching, Amanda purrs as Benton wraps his arms around his were-panthress wife. Both enjoying their moment while listening to their daughter Frieda and her friends Eric and Spencer rut.
Back on Frieda’s king sized bed after their snack; Frieda was lying on the bed while Spencer was on top ravishing her sex with her tongue. Eric mounted on top of Spencer; his member buried in her swollen and eager snatch, Eric’s furry balls slapping Spencer’s clit but being massaged by Frieda’s tongue as she runs the rough edge over them and manages to tickle Spencer’s clit causing her to moan in joy. There moment coming fast as each moan and yowl; bodies shuddering, tail thrashing about. Eric’s orgasm causing Spencer and Frieda to yowl as they experience it as if it was their own while their own body inducing orgasm causes them yowl in pure pleasure. Eric feeling Spencer’s sex milking and massaging his member as he experiences the combine might of his as well as Spencer and Frieda’s pleasure, collapses on Spencer, who in turn collapses on Frieda.
Frieda panting as she tastes the combined juices of Spencer’s honey and Eric’s cream leaking and dripping onto her muzzle; instinctively licking the concoction up as she enjoys the intense afterglow, not caring that her parents just heard their raucous rutting. Struggling to get her self-unburied from the pile she, Spencer and Eric; getting the two to roll over on their side and snuggling with spencer who was still enjoying Eric’s embrace and member lodged in her.
“That was truly wonderful,” Spencer mumbling as she enjoys the dual embracing.
“It definitely won’t be the last,” Frieda cooing; “feeling your orgasms as if they were my own.”
“It truly makes us each,” Eric purring; “whole.”
“That I like,” Spencer wrapping her arms around Frieda; “whole is yin and yang.”
“Yin and yang,” Frieda purring; “is whole.”
“That had to have been intense,” Benton wide awake in bed and hearing his daughter’s intense scream of pleasure as well as Spencer’s and Eric’s.
“Now perhaps,“ Amanda mumbling; “we’ll be able to get some sleep.”
“Pleasant dreams then,” Benton hugging his wife; “tomorrow is going to be a new day.”