“You know Benton,” Lance twitching his ear as he can hear the sound of Eric’s vigorous thrusting into one of the girl’s upstairs and their moaning as if the three were in the next room; “perhaps you should of sound proofed your daughter's room as well.”
“I thought of that,” Benton sipping coffee; “but then were would Frieda sleep, other than over at Eric’s or Spencer as I’d have contractors tear down the drywall and insulation just to put up the sound dampening variety?”
“Plus,” Amanda chiming in; “the paint in Frieda’s room, isn’t made anymore. Frieda does like that shade of rose covering her walls.”
“For now,” Benton cringing as he can hear what sounded like a painful yowl coming from upstairs; “I have installed a rubber gasket around Frieda’s door and back draft dampers on the duct work running into her room. As intoxicating as the aroma of their rutting is-“
“What,” Lila chuckling as she interrupts her brother in-law; “you afraid to have a merry romp in bed?”
“No,” Benton rolling his eyes; “but after the New Year’s party and those three exhausted your niece and nephews, the whole place quickly started reeking of their lust and love.”
“It drove the rest of the party goers crazy,” Amanda sighing; “seeing all the married couples…. Coupling without shame or discretion-“
“Let’s just say,” Benton finish the sentence; “I’d rather not have my house become another Were-club.”
Lila giggles and Lance blanches upon Benton mentioning the adult only entertainment club that Lance owns. Lance unsure if Benton knows if he owns that place or not; Lance quickly feels the need to change the topic of conversation.
“So Amanda,” Lance hoping this doesn’t cause a big row; “are you comfortable with Frieda already having a were-wedding?”
Benton spits out his coffee in complete shock as he looked at his brother in shock and anger. Wanting him to keep that between them so he can broach the subject; Benton is stunned when Amada just slyly giggles.
“It took you long you long enough to notice,” Amanda chuckling.
“You knew,” Benton looking stunned; “when?”
“The moment you informed Frieda to invite Eric and Spencer to be inducted in the next were-panther gathering silly. The second Frieda described that bond she formed with Eric and Spencer; I knew they had a were-wedding.”
“That was nine months ago at the hospital,” Benton looking floored; “when were you going to tell me?”
“Okay,” Amanda smiling wryly; “I’ll admit, it slipped my mind at the time. But seeing you act oblivious to the whole situation, I wanted to see how long it took for you to notice,” Looking at Lance; “thanks for spoiling my fun.”
“Benton may not have noticed,” Lance sipping his coffee; “but I suspected for some time. Plus I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at Frieda and her friends. Always cracking a smile from your permanent stoney scowl when you think no one is looking, even if it is for the briefest of moments.”
“Well now that the cat is out of the bag,” Benton getting a guffaw or two as everyone there is a feline based were; “what do we tell the three upstairs? Guess what you have been married for the past nine months and no one has told you?”
“I think we can wait to have that conversation tomorrow Benton,” Amanda giggling as more yowling can be heard upstairs; “I doubt those three want to be disturbed just now.”
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As the four Knights downstairs talk; Eric was just slowly inserting his panther prick into Spencer’s back door. With the three making a vow only to have anal sex on their birthday’s and special occasions; the birth of Spencer’s brother did qualify as the latter.
“Remember,” Frieda speaking; “go in slowly at first. Give Spencer time to get used to being filled back there.”
“Ooooooooh,” Spencer gasping; “push in deeper Eric. I want your entire shaft.”
Eric growling lustfully; smiles as he takes that as permission to go farther. Eager to begin; he pushes in a little too fast, causing Spencer to yowl in pain. Frieda giving Eric a disapproving look as the white were-panther looks on concerned. Seeing Spencer no worse for wear; Eric slowly begins to pull out; his feline barbs digging into Spencer’s colon walls causing her to moan as she feels pleasure in a different way.
“No carefully push back in,” Frieda coaching Eric; “but not too fast like last time, give Spencer a chance to enjoy it.”
Eric slowly and surely picks up the pace as he thrusts in and out of Spencer’s rectum; their tails thrashing about as the sensation brings them to new heights of pleasure; Frieda gets in on the fun by climbing on her bed and spreading her legs in front of Spencer’s muzzle. Exposing her fur matted sex from arousal; giving Spencer an encouraging wink for her to start lapping and licking. Needing no further encouragement; Spencer buries her muzzle in the offered slit; moaning and sighing in pleasure as she enjoys Frieda’s honey.
“Oh,” Eric grunting as he is thrusting faster and harder; “I can feel it building. It won’t be long before I blow.”
“Oh god,” Spencer unable to continue with her ministrations as the pounding Eric is giving is pleasuring her to much; “I feel my climax coming to.”
“Brace yourself Frieda,” Eric gritting his teeth as he growls; “you are going to enjoy this!”
And like a dam giving way from the pressure; both Eric and Spencer yowl with delight as they shudder and shake with a mind blowing orgasm. Thanks to their bond; they each get to revel in the other’s pleasure as if it was their own. Frieda who mostly watched, pants as she too explodes in orgasmic bliss. Feeling Eric’s and Spencer’s pleasure as if it was her own; she too yowls in pleasure. Her sex gushing fluids as Spencer and Eric collapse; Spencer’s muzzle pressed on Frieda’s sex, the hybrid were can’t help but purr as she laps up more of Frieda’s sweet nectar.
“Now that was great,” Spencer moaning; “well worth convincing me to do this today.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” Eric still embracing Spencer but nuzzling her as well; “next anal session on Halloween then?”
“How about Thanksgiving instead,” Frieda panting; “this way we can look forward to experiencing this again in a few months’ time.”
“We still need to hunt up some mice for Ralph,” Eric referring to the rat snake he and Spencer got for Frieda; “want to do that as our nightly run before bed?”
“Just as long as you don’t eat a few,” Spencer speaking; “that’s disgusting.
“We’ll bag a few rabbits too much on as well,” Frieda shifting her position in bed, so she can get in on the hugging; “that should keep Eric from swallowing live mice.”
“Spoilsports,” Eric purring; “you don’t know what you’re missing.”