Nate was curious as to what dessert was; being led back upstairs to his room after helping to clean up. Nate was surprised at how messy eating raw rabbit could be inside. While the table caught most of the blood that dripped; ripping the flesh with their maws, caused blood to spatter over walls and on the floor. It took a good twenty minutes for them to clean up.
Now back in his room; Nate was curious as to what Jean was digging out of a bag. Watching her bend over; her leonine tail swaying as she continued searching, Nate was treated to a nice view of Jean’s ass and fur covered sex. Growling as he enjoyed the view; his lupine member stirring from his sheath.
“Ah here it is,” Jean purring as she stands up; “wait right here Nate. I’ll be back shortly.”
Nate didn’t have to wait long as Jean returned in her human form but wearing a beet red pair of bra and panties. Thanks to his lupine nose; Nate could smell that the garments Jean is wearing had a fruity smell to it. Licking his lips as his member rapidly stiffens; watching Jean smile as she casualy saunters towards Nate.
“Dessert is ready,” Jean purring; “you like my edible undies?”
“I’ve heard of being eaten out,” Nate placing a paw on Jean’s thigh; “but edible undies, takes it to a new level.”
“I bought a pair I’m hoping you’ll wear for me later on,” Jean guiding Nate’s paw closer to her fruit flavored panties.
“Well that is certainly kinky,” Nate putting his muzzle close Jean’s edible bra and starting to tug at it; “and you taste delicious. Best dessert I could ever hope to get.”
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Pulling up to the house; Spencer puts her Ford Bronco into park. Seeing the driveway full and a Shelby Cobra also parked by the side; all three knew that Nate and Jean were here. Seeing William and Martha’s cars also in the driveway; Eric was wondering if they will be able to use the Rec room for some fun.
“You think your parents are going to make us sit down for dinner first,” Spencer wondering as they get out of her truck.
“We had a late lunch,” Eric answers; “so it’s not as if I’m hungry at the moment.”
“Speak for yourself,” Frieda following the two to the front door; “I had a sausage from The Local Diner. I could eat.”
The moment Eric opened the door, the three could smell rabbit and sex; the smell of sex coming from upstairs and rabbit from the kitchen.
“Oooh Nate! Your tongue feels magical!”
“Guess we know who’s having the fun,” Spencer chuckling. She and Frieda looking at an embarrassed Eric as his older brother was busy pleasuring a were-lioness upstairs.
“Nate and Jean have certainly been getting serious,” Frieda seeing the kitchen looking clean, despite the smell of rabbit still in the air.
“They did have a were-wedding last Friday,” Eric also in the kitchen and seeing the note his mom left for him and quietly reading it.
“Husband and wife,” Spencer chuckling; “well since they are upstairs, you think your parents are downstairs?”
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Nate growled as he looked at Jean; eating the delicious treat she had on her was clearly turning his mate on. His tongue tickling her smooth skin as he rubs the muscular appendage on her. Already consuming a portion of the bra Jean wore; leaving her right breast bare. The taught nipple standing proud as he playfully licked it; eliciting a pleasurable moan from Jean as he proceeded to gnaw on the rest of the strawberry flavored treat.
“This tastes like those fruit roll ups mom use to put in my lunchboxes,” Nate grabbing an edge with his toothy maw and pulling off the main portion.
“It pretty much is a giant fruit roll up,” Jean toying with her exposed nipple; “it’s almost pure sugar you are eating.”
“Your bottom is going to taste so delicious,” Nate smelling his mate’s fluids mingling with the fruity garment. “But first,” Nate diving back down to the bra and ripping the rest off and swallowing it whole; “we need to free these lovely orbs from their sugary confines.”
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Opening the door to the basement, Eric was surprised to hear silence and even more surprised that there was no telltale scent of were’s rutting. Knowing that there is no one using the rec room, Eric looks at both Spencer and Frieda with a lust full look on his eyes.
“Basement is free,” Eric smiling; “shall we claim it for the evening?”
“Let’s,” Spencer starting to undress; “whatever your brother is doing upstairs, its making me horny.”
All three pause as they look up; trying to listen in on Nate and Jean’s fun. Hearing her moans as Nate growling with glee; neither three knew that he was busying devouring a set of female edible garments. A kinky kind of desert that doubles as more sexual foreplay for what would become a wild night for the two. Eric chuckling as he first walks down the stairs, leaving Spencer and Frieda alone for a few moments.
“Nate seems to be enjoying himself,” Spencer smiling; “you wonder if we’ll have an intimate moment like that with Eric?”
“Every moment we have with Eric is intimate,” Frieda rummaging through the fridge and pulling out a loaf of bread and some lunch meats and other items; “help me take this downstairs, we are probably going to need some snack later on.”
“Good ideal,” Spencer helping Frieda; “but what do you mean by every moment with Eric is intimate?”
“When I was with my dad today,” Frieda closing the fridge door; “all I could think about is being with you and Eric. Now while I knew you two weren’t far off,” Frieda looking at Spencer; “but being away from both of you even if it was for a few hours, it felt intolerable.”
“We make you whole,” Spencer using Frieda’s special nickname; “it’s going to be hell when you take over your father’s company and have to go to meetings all around the world.”
“I could take you two with me,” Frieda following Spencer down the stairs; “that way we can never be apart.”
“We’ll rut in the air and in New York,” Spencer laughs; “yet what do we do after we give birth to our daughter’s. You can’t expect us to pull them out of school every time we travel.”
“They’ll have grandparents,” Frieda smiling; “I’m sure dad would love to look after a few cubs.”
Spencer chuckles as she and Frieda enter the basement rec room. Placing the kitchen items they just raided onto a nearby table; it wasn't long when furry paws started grasping the two ladies. Spencer and Frieda turn around to see Eric already in his white furred were-panther fursona and a raging boner on full display.
“Looks like our mate is eager,” Spencer removing her clothes; letting her black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid form out.
“And so am I,” Frieda rapidly taking her clothes off; her grey fur were-panthress form with russet highlight coming out with a demanding growl. Surprising both Eric and Spencer as she grabbed Eric’s feline member all the while kissing Spencer muzzle to muzzle.
“Did either of you close the basement door,” Eric growling as Frieda strokes him off with her furry paw.
“I thought Spencer did,” Frieda pausing between kisses.
“I thought you did,” Spencer rebutting; putting a paw to Frieda’s sex and rubbing the sensitive flesh. “shouldn’t we stop and close the door?”
“And ruin the moment,” Eric growling as he cums; his green eyes fluttering as he feels his load shoot forward and spill onto Frieda’s paw still wrapped around his rod.
“Oh your cream tastes wonderful Eric,” Frieda taking her paw to her muzzle and licking up his deposit.
“I have plenty more to give,” Eric getting behind Frieda and placing his paws on her furry breasts and massaging them.
******
An elderly man was knocking on the front door of the Anderson home. Trying many time to call them up to complain about the noise coming from the house. His call to the police was met with a usual ‘we’ll look into the issue’.
“Dam weres,” the man grumbling; “why do they need to be so loud when having sex? OPEN UP! I know your home!”
The old man in his seventies, pounds on the door; refusing to leave and unconcerned if he was making a scene. Turning around disgusted as whoever is making all that growling and howling is obviously ignoring him; the elderly man was going to walk back home and call the police again when he sees both William and Martha Anderson smiling as the loving couple both arm in arm walk up to their house.
“William,” the old man looking angry as both were-foxes in their human forms see their elderly neighbor at their front door; “what the hell is going on!”