Nate didn’t need any instructions as he tenderly played with Jean’s soft and taught breasts. Ensuring each got equal stimulus as he alternated between each nipple eager to be played with. Hearing Jean’s moans as he felt her body writhed under him.
“Now let’s get you out of this alluring nightie,” Nate pausing to look at Jean; pleading for more of his tender touch.
“Be gentle,” Jean murmuring; “it’s an original from It’ll Be Our Secret.”
“Is that a new store,” Nate helping Jean out of the garment; “why haven’t I heard of it?”
“They don’t advertise,” Jean sighing as she feels Nate’s rough paws caressing her arms; “mom said they’ve been around for fifty years. It’s a store that sells erotic clothing and accessories for adults only.”
“Oh,” Nate growling; “any more fun goodies from the place?”
“You’ll find out soon Nate,” Jean gasping as her werewolf mate uses his tongue to lap up the sweat forming on her toned abdomen; Struggling to keep her inner lioness at bay as she enjoys the pleasure Nate is giving her. Feeling him run his rough paws from her breasts down to her hips; murmuring as she feels his wet canine nose press up on her sex.
“Oh you smell delicious,” Nate growling; “good enough to eat.”
“Then get at it,” Jean panting as she opens her legs up for her lover; “lap up every drop of my sweet dew.”
Nate doesn’t bury his muzzle into Jean at first; he instead tickles her labia and clitoris. Stroking the folds of her inviting pussy with his claws, making Jean whimper as the sensation blows her away. Feeling Nate, working in a clockwise fashion as he rubs and strokes her sex; giving her clitoris a light pinch with each slow rotation.
“Oh God Nate,” Jean shouting; “don’t make me beg to feel your tongue. Get in there and eat me out!”
“Patience,” Nate growls; “I’m getting there.”
Letting her writhe as he continues to explore Jean’s sex with his paws; finding all her sensitive spots while admiring the glistening slit as it continues to stretch open, eager to envelop and suck on his lupine member. Placing his nose at the ever widening gap as he sniffs Jean once again; Nate runs his nose up the cleft as he lets his tongue loll out. The rough texture brushing Jean’s folds causing her to scream in pure joy as she arches her back and shudder in bliss. Smiling, Nate plunges his tongue in Jean’s sex; letting her fluids spill into his maw as he darts in and out of her.
Jean was panting hard as she could finally feel Nate exploring and probing her insides. Glancing to see him hold her thighs open with his paws; Jean can’t help but roll her eyes back as she is unable to keep the lion inside her back any longer. Her body bulking up as tawny fur envelopes her skin; a tail bursting forth a flailing wildly, slapping Nate as he continues his ministrations. Jean’s moans turning into growls as her face pushes out into a muzzle; her ears moving up to the top of her head and becoming rounded like that of a lion. With her eyes still rolled up in the back of her head; Jean can’t help herself as she roars with primal delight, her sex exploding as she orgasms spraying Nate’s muzzle with her juices as he looks on at his were-lioness mate mewling and enjoying the moment.
*******
“Oh God Nate,” Jean shouting; “don’t make me beg to feel your tongue. Get in there and eat me out!”
William and Martha’s vulpine ears swivel as the sit down in the kitchen to eat a sandwich. Easily able to hear the moans and squeals of Jean, thanks to their superb hearing. The mated were-foxes knew that their oldest is making Jean enjoy the moment.
“You know William,” Martha listening to the sounds from upstairs; “it’s been a while since you spent time thoroughly exploring me.”
How do you know that’s what they are doing,” William chocking on his sandwich.
“A woman knows,” Martha looking at her husband and winking; “plus Nate has been silent; we haven’t heard his growling or howling yet.”
William was about to press for more information; however hearing Jean’s load roar and staring at Martha as she playfully imitates the large were-cat’s sound.
“I think you and I are not going to get much sleep tonight,” Martha finishing her sandwich; “we might have to sleep in the rec room.”
“Perhaps we should go for a walk,” William looking up as he now hears the squeaky sounds Nate’s bed is making; “this way if our neighbor complains we can tell him we weren’t home when the rutting began.”
“A good ideal,” Martha collecting their plates; “you grab the clothes while I write a note if Eric come home before we get back.”
*******
Not wasting any time; Nate growls as he flips Jean over. Feeling her trying to rise as he gets on top; Nate plunges his ruby red lupine rocket into Jean’s sex, hearing the slick canal squelch as he starting rocking back and forth with his thrusting. Jean starts to growl instinctively as she feel herself being filled with a hot and thick shaft; instinctively rocking her hips in time with Nate as he works at burying his knot into her. Placing his paws on Jean’s shoulders for better leverage as he picks up his tempo.
“You’ve wanted to do this,” Jean panting between each word and thrust; “since you saw me in the nightie.”
“Grrrrrrr,” Nate growling; “I’ve been wanting to plow you, the moment you texted me.”
Jean tries to talk some more but can’t; the thrill of being rutted by a strong male was overpowering her as she gasps. The knot of Nate’s member making her body spasm; she could feel her orgasm build. Feeling Nate’s thrusting becoming shorter thanks to the knot does nothing to stop her pleasure from abating. Her vaginal canal clamping down on Nates member as it starts to twitch and spasm.
Feeling the pressure building within him; Nate bites down on the nape of Jean’s neck, the wolf in him determined to be the alpha as he feels his orgasm about to burst. His balls clenching as pressure travels up his shaft. Feeling the urge to cum; Nate raises his muzzle up to howl as he explodes inside of Jean; his seed being eagerly drank up as Jean roars as her own body explodes in orgasmic joy.
*******
It was some time before either moved; both werewolf and were-lioness in a state of pure bliss were on Nate’s bed. Neither unable to separate themselves thanks to Nate’s knot; with Jean’s purring and Nate wagging his tail, the mated couple were clearly happy and enjoying the moment.
“You up for another round,” Nate breaking the silence as he wraps his furry arms around Jean; embracing her from behind.
“Just enjoy the moment,” Jean purring; “we’ll have more to come.”
Nate just growls as he helps Jean to lay down on his bed; still knotted as they lie on their side. Feeling Jean moving his paws towards her furry abdomen; Nate gently massaging Jean as she purrs, content to stay there for as long as possible.
“If I recalled,” Nate continuing his gentle massage; “you had some freshly killed rabbit to eat. Did you do some hunting without me and while we are under a were-alert?”
“Nope,” Jean smiling; “I bought them at the grocery store.”
“You can get rabbit there,” Nate stopping his massage; “isn’t that dangerous?”
“No,” Jean answering; “but if you want your rabbit still with its fur, you just have to ask the butcher. Mom does it a lot,” Jean continuing; “although dad prefers his rabbit freshly caught from the wild. He claims its tastes better.”
“So the rabbits you bought aren’t wild,” Nate asking; “what are they farm raised?”
“Yep,” Jean answers; “but they are still considered wild as they are free range.”
“Is it just rabbit,” Nate running his paws slowly up to Jean’s breasts; “or is there something else to go with it?”
“You’ll just have to wait,” Jean giggling; “once your knot pops out of me, we’ll eat.”
Nate helps Jean snuggle into him deeper; enjoying the tender moment as he envelops her in a protective and loving embrace, neither felt like moving. When the house phone started ringing; Nate growled as he was still locked into Jean; unable to get up to answer the offending device as it rings incessantly.
"Have them eat voicemail," Jean cooing; "keep hugging me the way you are currently doing."
"It could be Eric," Nate speaking; "but I can't answer the phone, I'm still tied to you."
"Well whoever it is," Jean placing her paws on top of Nate's; "the phone has stopped ringing."