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A Little Lust

The red wolf’s tail swung back and forth lightly, just a few inches, though she kept it loose and relaxed, licking her lips lustfully. Dressed in some of her finest lingerie, she’d bought it especially for that night with her partner, Nook. They were home, in their bedroom, but she’d made sure everything was extra nice for her Dalmatian partner, the canine who she’d been with for three years already.

It felt like a lifetime they’d been together, but Dalia knew there was so much more left to come between them. They had not yet lived every last one of their years together and the prospect of getting to live and love so much more with Nook made her heart leap, tightening in her chest as it pounded. 

There was so much left to experience… And Dalia was there for that moment.

In her black lingerie with the tiny gems inset into the fabric, her breasts certainly looked their best, her cleavage lightly defined and the cups of her bra perfectly moulded around the soft flesh there. Nook would have said her breasts looked perfect at all times, although the canine was often more interested in other things. Like adoring her body from head to toe, kissing her all over, letting the red wolf know exactly how much he loved her.

“Did you wear this just for me?” Nook murmured, though the dog already knew the answer. “You don’t always have to get this dressed up, just for me. Though I love seeing you like this.”

The red wolf smiled and parted her knees where she sat on the very edge of the bed, inviting him closer. Nook grunted in the back of his throat and shuffled in, his shirt already unbuttoned and his tie cast aside after going out with Dalia that evening. His shaft throbbed in his pants, though he’d worn black suit trousers that time, for they were better suited to the location they had been out to.

They didn’t often see the need for fine dining when they preferred simpler comforts and joy, like curling up before a fireplace or even going camping in the wilderness together. But it was good to experience all they could in life too, leaving nothing untouched and no stone unturned. If sitting across a table with a white linen tablecloth with fine wine and the best of company was to be experienced, he wanted everything of it – all with Dalia.

“Always for you, darling,” the wolfess all but purred, even though Dalia didn’t have any feline ancestors at all – not that she knew of, at least. “I want to look my best for you. But I actually have something very special in mind tonight.”

The Dalmatian’s ears picked up, twitching, though they were lightly folded over and sometimes did not have quite as much movement in them as those of other canines. There was something about the muscles and nerves at the base of his right ear too that prevented it from moving as much as it could have, although Dalia had not even noticed it until Nook had once pointed it out to her. That had been back in the early days of them dating.

“What did you have in mind?”

Nook was quick to ask and she drew him up on to the bed with her heart pounding, need coursing through her. The wolf barely even kept it under the surface as her tail lifted excitedly, turning around and sliding back off the bed as she asked him to take her previous position. The canine let out a soft grunt, blinking a little more, but did as she quietly asked of him. It was usually Dalia who led, sexually, in their relationship, but they were more likely to pass organisation and control of things outside the bedroom back and forth between them otherwise. 

He didn’t mind that, not one bit. Not as she slid his shirt expertly back from his shoulders and exposed every last one of his black spots on his upper half. His chest was nicely broad – but not too wide for her either. She wanted still to be able to get her arms around him, to not feel like she was dwarfed by him. Dalia was sure she would have fallen head over heels for the canine anthro, however, regardless of how he looked. That sort of thing didn’t matter to the wolf, yet she still appreciated him for what he was and how he was.

The Dalmatian’s breath hitched and he squirmed as she pulled down his black trousers, undoing his belt with a deft flick of her fingers. The wolf was so smooth about everything she did and he wished he could maintain that same level of composure in himself, breathing slowly and evenly despite everything. He wanted to be there in the moment, to savour everything.

From the slide of her fingers across his thigh as she worked his trousers down further.

The glint in her eye as she caught his gaze – then looked away once more.

How her tail lifted, drawing his eye in that bristle of red fur.

The scent of her need marked the air, something not even the wolfess could hide. He doubted Dalia would ever have tried to hide it.

“Ah… Oh, Dalia…”

He moaned and tipped his head back as she pulled his trousers all the way down and took care of his boxer briefs too. There was a wet spot at the front, marking his bulge, and he grunted as she freed his erection, letting the hard length of dog cock spring out. The tip was already slick, even if he’d rubbed a little pre-cum off on his undergarments, the head tapered to a smooth point. Yet the girth was hard and ran down to an unformed knot at the base, his cock fully out of his sheath.

“I know how to take good care of you, darling,” Dalia said. “So, let me.”

She phrased it as if he didn’t have any choice in the matter and, still, he wanted to go along with it, like a little puppy for her. Maybe they would venture into more domination and submission play in the future, see where that led them, but that was for another time.

Still, he loved when she was in charge and he loved when she put him in his place. Nook only wished Dalia was naked, that he could see even more of her in that moment. 

He would have to wait, however, for the moment was about the wolfess and what she wanted to do to him.

Dalia sank into it, licking her lips. Her fingers casually slid around the base of his cock, down to where the sheath covered the very bottom of his length. That part of him would always be hidden from her, no matter how much she ground down on to his cock, forcing his sheath to crinkle back and expose another little sliver of his shaft.

His groan encouraged her on and he rolled his hips forward a little as she nuzzled at his cock. She avoided getting his pre-cum on her fur, for that wasn’t something Dalia particularly enjoyed, but lapped up the length of his cock, from the base to the tip.

The long, flexible length of her tongue stroked up his cock, flicking around the head and scooping his pre-cum into her mouth. It was only a tiny bubble there, nothing more than a smear, yet she grunted lightly, savouring it. It was a lot, so very carnal, and one of the most intimate things she felt she could do for him.

Dalia pressed her lips around the head of his cock, lapping gently and swirling her tongue around as if she truly had all the time in the world for him. It was easy for her to sink into it, working his cock with one paw, her fingers folded sensually around his length while her lips teased the tip. She didn’t want to get him going too swiftly, drawing out the pleasure bit by bit and moment by moment, for it was the she-wolf’s game to play. And Dalia was going to play every single second out just as she wanted.

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