Jack smiled as he enjoyed sharing a shower with his wife Kenya. The two mated were-panthers smiling and growling as they enjoyed viewing each other’s bodies under the fall of hot water. Taking time to soap each other up; Jack really enjoyed it when Kenya gave extra special attention to his lower half. Watching as Kenya fondled his genitals; causing him to purr as he lets loose ropey jets of his seed, watching Kenya smile as she allows it spill and splatter on herself.
“Well it looks like I need another good scrubbing,” Kenya staring at her husband; you want to do the honors?”
“You are insatiable,” Jack smiling; unable to resist temptation as he places his hands on her large ample breasts. “And here I thought rutting half the night would quell that lust with in you.”
“It’s not my fault my heat came upon me at this time,” Kenya running her hands all over Jack’s body; “so are you going to help me quench it?”
“At least you took your pill earlier,” Jack smiling; “but we can’t do this for long. After all,” Jack letting the water rinse Kenya off as he pins her to the wall; guiding his penis into her throbbing sex. “we have a picnic to attend and a mayoral candidacy to announce.”
“Ooh Jack,” Kenya swooning; wrapping her legs around her husband as he started to thrust inside her. “Just promise me you’ll fuck me silly when the picnic is done,” Kenya moaning; “fill me up so much that people will mistake me for being pregnant.”
‘Insatiable,’ was all Jack thought of as he had sex with his wife in the shower.
*****
Ella Alyn smiled as she closed her laptop; saving her notes and synching them to her phone as she sipped her coffee. Getting up from the stool she was sitting on; the ace reporter heads upstairs to shower and get ready for the not-so surprise press conference that is to take place later today.
“With today’s questions and tomorrow’s article,” Ella musing to herself; “the Crawford’s are going to want to leave the state of Washington.”
Looking in on her son as he sleeps; Ella can’t help but think that it will be two years before he undergoes his first transformation.
“Twelve years old,” Ella smiling; “and Jake, already wants to be like me, reporter with a knack for sniffing out a story.”
Closing the door; Ella heads to the bathroom to begin her day.
*****
“Oh god,” Kenya gasping; “that was awesome!”
Jack took some heavy deep breaths as he let the now cold water of the shower cascade over his head; letting him cool him as he watched Kenya swoon from the orgasm he brought her too.
“I hope you are satisfied,” Jack helping Kenya to stand; “because we now have work to perform.”
“Now why did you have to spoil the moment,” Kenya pouting; “by uttering that four letter word.”
“I swear,” Jack turning off the shower and shaking his head; “you are at times a sex addled were-pantress nympho.”
“I told you,” Kenya looking at Jack with a lustful gaze; “it’s my heat cycle. I need to be rutted.”
“I hope you are clear headed today Kenya,” Jack grabbing a towel and handing it to his wife; “if this affects the press conference and my plans…”
“I know,” Kenya toweling off; “but it’s so hard to focus when all I want is to feel you from the inside.”
‘Please let this day go by smoothly,” Jack showing a genuine look of concern; ‘if my enemies see Kenya acting oddly, it will ruin all my planning.’
Yet unbeknownst to Jack Crawford, his enemies are planning to derail Kenya’s chance of becoming mayor by outing her as former escort Kendra Smythe. On top of that, his alias Jack Ashford will also be revealed; further hampering his plans for Moon Lake. Ruining whatever chance he has in reclaiming his family legacy stolen from Benton Knight.
As Jack enters the bedroom; taking a brief look at the bed the two spent the night on. Claw marks ripping the bed sheets and deep furrows dug into the mattress; Jack had to admit that since he married Kenya and took her as his mate, the two have rutted with such a vigorous passion, that there was always a good chance that furniture would be in need of replacing. Having already spent several thousands of dollars replacing his memory foam mattress back in Seattle was getting tiresome; yet the sex with Kenya was too good to gripe over the expense. When he was one of Kenya’s clients; Jack would drop a thousand dollars just to spend a night with her. A new mattress once or twice a month was a far cheaper trade off in his mind.
“We’ll need to get a new mattress and bed sheets,” Jack starting to get dressed; “you ended up using your claws again when we rutted.”
“Better the bed than your custom tailored suits,” Kenya entering the bedroom; “give me a chance; I’ll rip that off you as I try to grind you.”
“You better not,” Jack working on his shirt collar; “these are hand crafted Italian suits that cost four grand each.”
“Which is why you are quick to get out of them,” Kenya staring at her husband; “when I’m in the mood.”
“Just hold those thoughts,” Jack helping Kenya put on her dress; “until after the picnic. Now if you don’t mind,” Jack kissing Kenya; “I need to make a few calls. Make sure things are set up for today.”
“Tell Arnold,” Kenya shouting; “that I want to go over the speech he is writing one last time.”
“I will,” Jack shouting back.