Benton couldn’t sleep; despite his brother Lance and his wife Lila leaving hours ago, with the help of the Andersons, the were-panther could not sleep. Staring at his daughter as she sleeps with both Eric and Spencer; looking at them curled up and hugging each other, their tails twitching as they softly purr. Benton didn’t want to disturb them, but he needed to make sure they were all right. Closing the door to Frieda’s room he quietly heads downstairs; walking to his study to see the crime scene tape removed, the dead long since taken to the morgue and all evidence collected. Entering his study, to see the vomit now gone; yet with Benton’s keen sense of smell, he could tell that the cleaning agent used was not strong enough to remove the smell of stomach acid and predigested food wafting from the hardwood floor.
Making his way to his desk, and sitting down in his chair; Benton looks at the lone picture frame among the mass of computer screens and office supplies. The picture is that of his daughter Frieda; her wild red hair that refuses to be tamed, despite Amanda’s efforts with various trips to hair salons. Pressing a button hidden in the frame, the picture changes to show his daughter in her fursona; a grey furred were-panthress. Her grey fur complete with red highlights; the same shade of red as her wild hair. After a few seconds the digital picture frame switches back to the default picture of Frieda in her human form.
“You’re still up?”
Benton raises his head to see his wife at the entrance to his study. Seeing the black furred were-panthress approach, Benton sighs; “I can’t sleep. What if more of Frederick Parker’s men come over to invade my house?”
“They won’t,” Amanda looking at her husband; “the man isn’t stupid to try his luck a second time. Plus you already launch your retaliatory strike against him.”
“Code: Omega,” Benton pressing a key on his computer and bringing it out of sleep mode; “the short version, I ruin him financially. And since Frederick Parker is a mobster; the best way to cripple him is to take away whatever money he makes through his illegitimate activities. Without his resources,” Benton looking at his emails; “Freddie the shark can’t get his kid out of jail and stay out himself.”
“What of that bodyguard of Freddies,” Amanda asking; “the one Evan Lawson was telling us.”
“He is a man,” Benton looking at Amanda; “a normal person. Despite his Russian training, he cannot hope to overpower a were in hand to hand combat. We are faster, stronger and more agile. Plus we have one hell of a metabolism that lets us heal quickly.”
“All that means nothing,” Amanda looking at Benton; “if this Chelnik uses a firearm. A bullet to the head can kill us just as easily.”
“Unless the man has a long distance weapon, such as a rifle,” Benton commenting; “I remind you of what I said earlier about what we have versus his training. Plus the whole town would rise up and lynch the fucker if he tried anything,” Benton smiling; “Even the sheriff, the elder council and the skulk would be hard pressed to stop pissed off citizens from enacting vigilante justice.”
“I implore you Benton,” Amanda looking at her husband; “let the authorities handle these people.”
“They already have begun to do that,” Benton smiling; “look at this email I just received. A warehouse in Oakland California was raided a little while ago. Five million in heroin seized along with twenty million in cash.”
Amanda looks at the email; seeing it came from one of Benton’s business managers in San-Francisco, she can’t help but look surprised.
“Code: Omega,” Amanda speaking.
“It’s just the start of the Parker’s downfall,” Benton getting up; “the motel he is staying at, is a property of Knight Industries. Freddie and his entourage will have to find another place to stay or pay in cash; I just had his credit card declined.”
“There is no other place in Moon Lake for him to stay,” Amanda speaks; “that Motel is the town’s only one.”
“Exactly,” Benton chuckling; “the man will have to either rough it by camping in the woods, or leave town altogether.”
“What if he refuses to leave,” Amanda responding; “what if he tries to take over the motel?”
“Then Sheriff Cooper has all he needs to arrest the man and toss him in a cell next to his son Daniel,” Benton purrs; “now let’s end this chat and try to get some sleep.”
“We could always have a little fun first,” Amanda smiling; “expend some extra energy.”
“Well,” Benton growling; “if I didn’t know better, you want to rut.”
“Not here,” Amanda being playful; “but I want to end our fun with you snuggled next to me and feeling you inside me still.”
“Then run my mate,” Benton growling; “I want to chase you down and claim you good.”
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While it was a short chase; Benton was feeling wild. Filled with lust and inhaling the arousing scent of his wife; Benton was on Amanda like a hawk on a tit mouse. Amanda on all fours as Benton mounts her; pinning her in place so she could escape. Not that Amanda wanted to anyway; the feel of Benton’s barbed member spreading her folds and filling her canal, made Amanda orgasm and cum right there. Yowling as Benton eagerly thrusted and pounded Amanda sex; it wasn’t long before she yowled yet again as the barbs on Benton’s feline cock flexed and dug in as he came inside. Filling her up with his warm seed; making the horny were-panthress pant and gasp as she feels full and complete, enjoying the sensation of being dominated.
Collapsing on their bed; Amanda can’t help but purr as she still feels her husband’s member twitch and spasm. Spurting more of his cream in her; the barbs still dub in causing her to moan in joy. Her tail thrashing about as she revels in the bliss Benton drove her to; Amanda feeling her husband on top of her, his hot breath on the nape of her neck purring loudly. Joining in with the purring as she closes her eyes; the feeling of being smothered by Benton erotic as his large frame easily envelops hers. It wasn’t long before her purrs turn into soft snores as she drifts off to sleep happy and content. Benton still cumming in Amanda, slowly begins to drift off into a pleasant slumber.