by Tempe O'Kun
“Wrought iron. Very classy.” Laura smiled at the husky. “Thank you, Max dear.”
“Sure thing, Ms. B—”
“But!” She jabbed a digit his way.
He straightened, ears perked. “But?”
“You’re only allowed to date my daughter if you start calling me Laura.”
Max chuckled, ears drooping in playful defeat. His tail swished, scattering raindrops on the floorboards. “Yes, M—Laura.”
— Chapter 14 —
The Cave
Late morning light filled the house, banishing the shadows that conspired in the countless nooks and corners. Even a lingering tension from a half-forgotten nightmare steadily evaporated in the morning sunshine. Kylie bounced downstairs and crossed the entryway to Max’s room. As she touched his door and it drifted open, she heard him talking on the other side. Even before she could make out the words, the tone of his voice stopped her at the threshold.
He cradled a phone to his drooped ear and paced around the bed. His large white paw almost covered the mobile, but he held it with care. “No, I don’t think she wants to move down there. Because her mom is up here and they just finished moving in. Yeah, I know you’re out there. And that you’re my mother.”
She stood in his doorway and made no move to hide. Wouldn’t want him to think she was eavesdropping. Besides, she could hear everything better this way.
The husky didn’t seem to notice. He mostly played with his watch, phone pinned between his shoulder and cheek. “I really don’t know if that means I’m staying up here. We haven’t talked about it. We’ll talk about it. Nothing’s off the table.”
Tension gripped her guts. She’d tried not to think about it, but he’d only ever planned to visit for a few weeks. The memory of the long, lonely months apart burned at her. Could they really go back to just talking online? When would she even get to see him again? She’s just gotten Max; could she even handle being in a long-distance relationship?
“Yeah, love you too. Bye.” He stuck his phone back in his pocket and turned, then lifted his ears as he noticed her. His expression brightened a little. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She leaned against the doorframe. “I think this is the part where I pretend I didn’t hear any of that and we let the tension build up ‘til we have a big fight.”
He grimaced. “We’ve both seen way too much TV.”
She nodded at the phone sticking out of his pocket. “Was that your mom?”
He nodded, pocketing the little plastic brick and looking unhappy.
A deep breath as she put on a brave front. Max’s mom was hard to describe, though the word “matriarch” always sprung to mind. Max’s descriptions of his family farm conjured images of an ant hill, with dedicated workers serving under a domineering queen. The strongest memory Kylie had of the woman was of her towering in their little Hollywood apartment, saying goodbye to her only son for the first time and clearly resisting the impulse to stuff Max back into the truck and speed back to Montana. The otter tried for a diplomatic tone. “That sounded a little tense.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “My parents never really understood why I wanted to do the show. Dad, at least, thought it was a great opportunity. Mom took it personally.”
She swished her tail in consideration, then lifted a spread paw. “So why’d they let you?”
The husky blinked and considered for a moment. “I guess because I really liked it. And you and I hit it off. And…I don’t know, it just all came together. Besides, nobody knew I’d be on the show for three years.”
“Or that it’d be on the air that long.” Her arms crossed. “And now you’re supposed to pick up where you left off? Start slinging hay bales or whatever? Do they need another pair of hands that badly?”
“No, it’s a dog thing.” He swirled his fingers at the complexity in an effort to distill it. “Mom’s the alpha, and she wants me back because I’m part of her pack.”
The otter perked. “So are we a pack now?”
He pondered that for a moment, then nodded. “Sure. Though your mom doesn’t exactly flaunt being the alpha.”
Kylie snickered, but the noise faded fast in the quiet bedroom. Anxious paws carried her forward. “They don’t like that you left again?”
“They don’t like that I’ve been gone for years and don’t show much interest in sticking around.” He sat on the bed, hands spread on the bedcovers. “Leaving the pack’s not taboo or anything; they just miss me.”
“So you’re not going back?” She winced, scared of possible answers. “Right away, I mean?”
“They miss me, but I’d miss you more.” He touched her arm. “And they don’t need my help fighting monsters.”
She hugged him and nuzzled into his neck fur, then pulled back to study his expression. With her standing and him sitting, their gazes were almost level. “She’s not going to come here and carry you away by the scruff, is she?”
A single wag stirred the sheets. He patted her flank. “We shouldn’t give her the idea, but I’m probably in the clear for now. I’ll stay as long as you need me.”
She tried not to think too hard about that sentence. She needed him in more ways than she could count. Instead, she changed the subject to something she hoped he’d find a little more pleasant. “I have the day off again.” Her webbed fingers caressed his cheek fluff. “Anything you wanna do?”
His pointy ears dipped, tinged with pink inside. Those broad shoulders gave a shy shrug.
With a chitter of excitement, the otter scampered to shut the door. In an instant, she flowed back onto his lap, her shorts-clad legs spread around his. Her muzzle ran along his, drawing him into kisses. Swift and sweet, each kiss led into the next, chasing her heartbeats faster and faster.
Wide paws caressed her back, smoothing her vest. His tail swished over the blankets. Warm breath stirred her whiskers. He pulled her close, closer.
She toyed with his ears, their fur running like silk under paw pads and webbing. Her thick tail slid up and down his legs and ruffled his jeans. She scooted forward, so the base of it rocked against his crotch, savoring the growing warmth there. A juicy thrill tingled between her folds. Just a few layers of fabric between him and her, between him being inside her, pumping her full of thick canine cock. “We can be a little wilder this time.” Her nose brushed his. “Mom’s out working in the greenhouse.”
The husky bucked and squirmed under her. The bulge of his crotch pressed between her legs as they rocked together. With great care, he kissed along her jawline and down her smooth neck.
A tide of desire rising, she gripped the back of his shirt, lifted it, and caressed under it. His chest fur fluffed through her hands. Seeing him without a shirt on the show had been titillating, even before she had a crush on him, but touching him sent her mind racing. Memories of their night together flash-flooded her mind, leaving her gasping at his every caress. Eager now, her hands dove to the front of his pants, where they groped and squeezed, and started to undo his fly.
He whimpered with delight, but set his paws on hers. “We took things kind of fast, you know, before.” Those deep blue eyes looked up at her with doggish devotion. Their whiskers touched as he licked her chin. “Maybe we should start from the beginning; take things a step at a time.”
With a grin, she kissed his nose. “Okay, Maxie.” She traced a fingertip where his hip met his thigh. “What’s our first step?”
“Well, you could take your clothes off.” He put on a cocky grin, even as his ears found a deeper shade of pink. “I’d like a better look.”
She flashed him a smirk and a sassy sway of her hips and tail. “Didn’t get a good enough look in the shower?”
A nervous chuckle accompanied a shy dip of his muzzle. “Not even close.”
Heart soaring, heartbeat fluttering, Kylie slid off his lap. She shrugged out of her vest and drew the t-shirt over her head. The garments fell to the carpet in a pool of soft fabric. Next, unsteady webbed paws unzipped her
shorts, unbuttoned the tail strap, and let them slide to her ankles. Biting her lip, she tugged her panties down with nervous mirth. Twisting her arms back, she fumbled through the clasps of her bra and tossed it aside. With a little smile, she belatedly tried for a striptease, but found no sexy way to kick off her shorts and panties. Nude now, only the familiar assurance in his eyes kept her from feeling exposed.
Max sat bolt upright and watched with rapt anticipation. His toes curled against the carpet as if he were fighting the urge to pounce her. That white-tipped tail drummed a rhythm of excitement on the mattress. “You look amazing.”
Blushing, the lutrine rolled her eyes and swayed her tail. “C’mon, Maxie.” Her paws tried to wring the nerves from the moment. “I wanna see you too.”
“In a minute.” His big snowy paws settled on her hips, pulled her into a kiss, and guided her to the bed. With soft blue bedroom eyes, he flashed her a smile. “I want to try something.”
With a happy squeak, she put her hands over his. “Oh?”
He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her forward until she stood between his knees, then into a kiss. Her pelt pressed against the soft cotton of his jeans, a delicious jolt of friction. His lips lifted from hers, the warm rush of his breath the only warning before they descended again, this time on her nipples. Her startled intake of breath only pressed her closer to him, and the electric rasp of his tongue across her sensitive flesh made her grip his shoulders to steady herself. He gave a happy little rumble, and the thought that he liked the taste of her kindled a fire that started in her belly and settled deep between her thighs.
He licked with deliberate patience, teasing her stiffening nipples in turn with lips and tongue. Those big, warm paws slipped down off her hips to cup the curve of her ass and knead, pulling the otter closer and making her shiver all over again. By the time he turned, easing her beside him onto the bed, she was panting through clenched teeth, her fingers buried in his short, thick hair.
Regaining some degree of her senses, she wriggled onto the bed and swam up the sheets to the pillow. Giddy, she grabbed a pawful of blankets and drew it to her face with a coy smile.
His fingertips outlined her every curve. They started at her shoulders and spread over her breasts before brushing her flanks and along her arms. Tracing next down the length of her tail, then up from her toes to her calves to her thighs, he smiled at the way her short fur flipped back down as he let it go.
Wiggles of anticipation danced down her body. Tickles and titillation interwove across her nervous system. She loved the feel of this powerful canine treating her so tenderly.
He nuzzled her breasts, lapping again at her nipples. His blunt claws scritched through her pelt. Those thick paws explored along the sweep of her hips, then down to grip the curve of her rump and startle a squeak of surprise out of her. With a growled chuckle, the large canine leaned in, holding her by the hips. His wide tongue lapped at her stomach to stir her creamy fur.
Giggles bubbled up from around the same place. She felt herself relax a little. Same old Max, just with the simmering heat of longing layered over his familiar warmth.
He knelt between her legs and spread her thighs with infinite care. His nostrils flared as they took in her scent. That wet black nose hovered over her slit. His fingers edged closer and closer. His eyes met hers. He waited, ears cocked, wagging. The gentlest touch traced her outer folds.
She grinned up at him and spread her legs further. Her heartbeat thundered ahead with her thoughts. Her best friend was caressing the light fur of her crotch, exploring her. Her toes and tail curled in anticipation.
His fingertip sank into her. He watched her expression, husky ears tuned to her. “Is this okay?”
“Mmmhmm.” A contented sigh breezed through her body as she rocked her hips, inviting him further.
His finger slid into her folds, exploring all the while. The rougher texture of his paw pad traced around the inside of her passage. While careful with his claws, he didn’t seem to notice the ticklish effect his fur had on her. In, then out. And again. A little faster now, the friction stirring heat deep within her. He worked a second digit inside.
Her hips pivoted to help him touch everywhere. She thought back to all the times she’d used her toy and that warm night she’d had him inside her. Still hard to believe. Hard to believe that such a sweet, darling dog wanted her in all the ways she wanted him.
He crawled up the bed to lay beside her. One arm supported her neck while the other massaged back down her flank, leaving a slight trail of her own fluids. A breath later, his paw played again over her tender slit, caressing and spreading its supple pink lips. His fingers, soaked with her moisture, stroked in and out of her. The now-slick fur teased her every surface. His knuckles bumped her stiff clitoris, which sent bursts of pleasure up her body. She squirmed with desire.
His voice, barely a whisper, teased at the fur of her ear. “You’re so warm, Kylie. Do you like this?”
A squeak of desire escaped her throat and she nodded frantically, willing him onward. This close to climax, she’d always speed up, push herself over the edge. Max, though, continued slowly exploring her. The tension built and built, wiggling her hips and tightening her grip on the sheets. He studied her reactions, ears tuned to her every moan, and caressed those textured paw pads along every inch of her vaginal walls. Wet, gentle noises filled the room, punctuated by his panted breath and the swish of a wagging tail. With those long, thick fingers, he could reach so much deeper inside her than her finger webs would allow. Her hips bucked up against his hand with trembling urgency.
She whimpered and writhed.
Her heart raced.
Her teeth grit.
Her breath and patience ran short. She moaned and reached down to rub her clit with frantic abandon. “Oh! Mmmm!”
Max growled in approval, licked her neck, and at last fingered her faster.
Her gasps came splashed with chitters of joy. Thighs clenched around his hand, her body rolled across the bed on waves of bliss. When the last great wave of delight had crashed over her, she flopped to the mattress, bounced once or twice on the springs, then lay dazed, her boyfriend’s room hazy through the blur of pleasure.
The husky licked her cheek as amusement rumbled deep in his chest. “You totally made that squeaky noise when you came.”
She rolled back and forth in his arms, so sensitive that the blanket against her nipples was electric. “Shut up! It felt good!”
He patted her flank. “You’re adorable, rudderbutt.” His muscled arms held her close.
Wiggling back against him, she lost herself in his warm fluff. Her tail found its way between his legs as she held his hands. Her entire body hummed with afterglow. She drifted in and out of dozing, cuddling with her husky pillow. Moments passed. Beat by beat, her heart finished racing. Afterglow faded from her supple body. She leaned in and kissed him. “My turn.”
With a smile, Max rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Those gentle eyes held the patience of an old friend and the eagerness of a new lover.
His girlfriend slithered through the last of her post-orgasmic haze and off the bed, whereupon she attacked his pants. They proved impervious to her efforts, even after she’d unzipped his fly and unclasped the tail strap. After a few squawks of frustration from her, he lifted his rear off the blankets. She then grabbed at his boxers before they could mount the same kind of resistance.
Naked, he sat, tail wagging in avid anticipation. His cock poked a little ways out of its sheath, a triangle of red against his pure white stomach.
The lutrine knelt between his thighs, nuzzling his sheath, fondling his balls. “They’re really warm.” Her wide nose brushed into his fluff. “I should’ve guessed, huh?”
The canine whimpered.
Seeing his crotch for the first time in good lighting, she blinked at the emerging tip of his cock, easing back his sheath to reveal more of the crimson flesh. “Huh. Not the color I was expecting.”
> Max gripped the comforter, trying to hold onto some shred of composure as soft, as webbed fingers cupped his balls. “You’ve…you’ve thought about the color?”
Kylie bit her lower lip, her smile mischievous as she coaxed more of him into the open. “I’ve thought about a lot of things, Maxie. The color. The texture.” A dainty finger explored across his tip as her voice dropped to a simmering whisper. “The taste…”
Knees brushing against her bare shoulders, the dog whined in anticipation as her hot breath teased over the naked tip of his cock.
“Mmm…” She pulled back a few inches, grinning, and paused to make sure their eyes met, nuzzling against his growing arousal. “I can’t believe I get to do this.” She extended her tongue to take her first lick of his member. He didn’t taste like much, maybe a little salty.
The husky shuddered, toes curling at the velvet wetness of her tongue. His cock surged a little larger against her tongue, a thin drip of fluid appearing at the top.
Giggling, she lapped it up and pretended not to notice his shivering as she rolled the taste around her mouth. “Mmm, I think I like that…”
The canine quivered with longing. “Uhh…”
Kylie trailed her hand along his inner thigh, lowering herself to her knees in front of him. “Just lie back, Maxie.” A flash of pink as her tongue swept across her lips, then vanished into a secret smile. Her unsteady fingertip traced up the underside of his cock. “I’m just glad I finally get to try this.”
His paws gripped the edge of the mattress. He panted. “Oh Kylie…”
Studying his expression, she wrapped her lips gingerly around his shaft. With gentle, coaxing suckles, she let the full weight and heat of his tip settle on her tongue. His slick flesh glided between her lips, so tender and alive. She took care to keep her teeth off of him—that much she remembered from fanfiction. Her head bobbed as she savored the feel of him sliding back and forth over her tongue. Warmth dribbled from his tip. The more she lapped at it, the more hurried forth. She found the fluid very mild in flavor and swallowed. Getting a little braver, she licked down his length, traced his every contour, then stopped to nuzzle his plump sheath before she tongued back up to the head to suck again.
