After a long and restless morning of debriefing, Norrel and Luz come together for a late afternoon tryst. They pace the hallways together, unsatisfied and hungry, brushing elbows and lips, the weight of desire heavy upon  them. 

Norrel brings the game up reach their shared quarters. The shaggy shepherd flops down lazily, boots and socks thrown to the floor, his fatigues a wrinkled mess, and a strangely shaped lump in his pocket. 

“What are you up to?” Luz asks, a gentle smirk curling her mouth. 

Norrel looks up at her devilishly, fumbling a little in his eagerness to sign to her. “Breaking grooming standards.”

Luz draws herself up onto the bed beside him, straddling his hips. The pitbull’s slight weight presses on his chest. He grins up at her and winks three times in quick succession. Their sign. She winks back, curling her small fists into his collar, their faces inches apart. “Your uniform is a mess,” she says, looking at the wrinkles with disdain. “Take the jacket off.” 

Norrel sits up, Luz perched in his lap, and slides his canvas jacket off, a rebellious smirk on his face as he lets it fall to the floor. She watches impassively. 

“Shirt too.” 

The white tee comes up and over his head, joining his jacket on the floor. He wraps his arms around Luz’s waist, nuzzling into her velvety collar, but she forces him back down to the bed with a single push, her weight on his chest keeping him pinned as she rocks back onto his hips. 

“You have something in your pocket.”

Norrel doesn’t bother signing a response, just cocks a brow.

“Well you certainly can’t be happy to see me.” Luz reaches between them into Norrel’s pocket with the crinkle of plastic. A cinnamon lollipop the brilliant scarlet of cherry lipstick lies flat in her hand. She twirls it like a blade, flicking the bright head of the candy against his nipple. 

“Uniform disheveled, carrying contraband, it's like you want me to strip you.”

Norrel’s cheeks and ears flush scarlet with pleasure and he nods before he can stop himself. Luz laughs, bright and lovely, kissing him in the momentary lapse in their game. 

The pitbull sets the candy on the bedside desk, grinding torturously against the stirring in the shepherd's groin before pulling away. She lies back on her elbows, legs wide, eyes dark. 

“Up,” she commands easily, crooking her finger. “Take it off for me. Slow and pretty.”

Norrel glances over one shoulder, coy as a pinup girl as he undoes his fatigue pants, sliding them off in a long, graceful movement. His back curves elegantly, spine standing out like a string of pearls. He arches back, running his paws down the hard, flat expanse of his chest to rub and tweak at his nipples. One gray paw moves smoothly down to the front of his tight black boxers, stroking through the silky fabric. He closes his eyes blissfully, mouth falling open as he palms the growing bulge in the fabric. 

Luz snaps her fingers loudly and Norrel starts, clapping his paws to his sides. 

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

He trembles pleasantly at the stern note in her voice. “No ma'am,” he signs.

She gestures at him again and Norrel follows her wordless instruction, pulling his boxers down. He stays bent down for a moment to give Luz a long, lingering look at the angle of his hips, the way his cock twitches from its sheathe. 

Norrel straightens up, giving his sheathe a slow stroke, and she’d think it was accidental if not for the smirk still playing across his lips. 

“Oh, you’re just begging for punishment.”

Norrel strokes the length of his sheathe, his thumb circling the exposed head of his cock. Luz has to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud at the sight, the way his eyes squeeze shut sends a lance of heat between her legs. She wiggles her hips, watching the shepherd tense and sigh against his own paw. 

Luz pushes herself to her feet, putting her paw to her partner’s chest, pushing him back until his ass hits the wall. 

“At attention, private,” she purrs in his ear. Norrel snaps his spine up, turning to put his palms to the wall, legs planted wide. Luz stands back to admire him, the broad spread of his shoulders and tight, perfect curve of his ass. 

“Beautiful. Now hold it.” 

Norrel freezes in position, tail high, nose nearly touching the wall. Luz licks her lips, peeling off her black tee and sports bra. She stretches pleasantly, bending to unlace her jackboots. The leather creaks softly, she can hear Norrel’s breath catch in reply, his ears straining. She slips out of her fatigue pants, slinging them over the chair, her socks and briefs in a crumpled pile at her feet. 

Luz kneels at her footlocker, opening a flat cardboard box with a rustle of pastel tissue paper. She withdraws a dainty black pair of panties and matching brassiere, all intricate lace and satin ribbon. They slide over her steely fur with a whisper, caressing her like a lover with a tender, gentle kiss. She laces her boots back up, the leather wrapped tight around her calves. 

Beneath her boot polish and gun oil lies a case of varnished black, the lining a rich, indigo velvet. Inside is her riding crop: short, supple, smelling faintly of blood and sex. Norrel had gifted it to her some months ago on leave, and it had quickly become a favorite of theirs.

She swishes the whip through the air, the soft whistle makes Norrel rise up on his toes with anticipation. His tail wags in high arcs, beating the air. 

Luz reaches back into the trunk for another item, a large brass bell on a red kerchief. She gently loops the fabric around Norrel’s paw. “You know the rules,” she says, mouthing sweetly at his neck. “Drop it if things get too intense.”

He turns his head, sealing his understanding in a kiss. 

Luz leans up into him, paws curving over his hips to grope teasingly at his dick. Norrel’s paws curl against the wall in pleasure. She gives one last nip at his mouth and pulls back, leaving her partner quivering against the wall. 

“Stand nice and still for me, and I'll make sure you can still sit afterwards,” she says, pinching his ass for emphasis. Norrel nods once, eagerly, and squares his shoulders. 

The first strike catches him mid-flank and he's ready for it, barely flinching. She flicks her wrist forwards and back, painting two bright lines of welts across his shoulder blades. His breath catches in his throat. She swats him again, one long stripe down the spine, and steps back to admire her handiwork, her free paw slipping between her legs to paw softly at her sex. She's already wet beneath the lace, the rough gusset scratches pleasurably against her. She moans hoarsely, running the handle of the crop between her legs. 

Norrel grows impatient, craning his head back to look at her. “I didn't say you could watch,” Luz warns, slapping the crop against Norrel’s innermost thigh. The leather tress whips against his balls and he jumps, crying out noiselessly. Luz can see shiny drops of pre rolling down his thighs and onto the floor.

“Is that good?” she murmurs softly, reaching between his legs to fondle his balls and swelling knot. Norrel nods dizzily as Luz presses herself up against his ass. His knot is growing fast now, thick and red and wanting in Luz’s small paw. She gives him a long, twisting stroke, the pads of her paws finding the ridge of a vein as Norrel digs furrows in the wall, shivering in ecstasy. 

As she continues to jack him off, Luz draws the handle of her crop up between their legs. They rub and press against the shaft together for a moment before Luz pulls it away, flicking Norrel’s nipple with the leather. He jumps at the sudden pain, heightened by all the heavy pleasure humming through his groin. 

Luz steps back, giving the shepherd a short strike on the ass, and another on the upper thigh. He sucks down a harsh, pained breath, jerking his hips on empty air, pre slicking the fur against his inner thighs. He’s as wet as Luz, she smears her fingers through his stickiness, trailing them up along his ass, circling his tight, pink hole for a slow, torturous movement. He presses himself back against her, searching for contact. She presses the barest tip of her finger into him, slicked with his arousal, and Norrel pushes back, forcing her deeper inside him. 

He freezes as she crooks her finger against his prostate, paws curling into fists against the wall. His breath comes in short, hard pants as Luz pounds against him, his hips thrusting raggedly. Hot drops of blood sharpen on his back, his head thrown back. He’s the picture of devotion, desperate to please, to be pleased...

Luz drops her crop, slipping her free hand down the front of her panties. Her folds are velvet-soft and glossy with arousal. It only takes a few short, hard strokes against her stiff clit before her orgasm takes her, a sharp, swift peak and a crash into lingering pleasure. She moans long and low in the afterglow, a little dizzy, but never lets up on Norrel’s tight, clenching ass.

Norrel heaves in great, sobbing breaths as the pitbull thrusts into him, pleasure overwhelming, overtaking him. His knees buckle, legs shaking too hard to keep him upright, and he slides to the floor, kneeling, trembling, paws stubbornly pressed to the wall. Luz follows him down, draping herself over his bruising, bloodied back as she forces a second finger into his ass, ravaging his tailhole with perfect, punishing speed. 

The shepherd throws his head back, howling noiselessly in agony, his cock standing straight against his stomach. His knot is so swollen that he can’t breathe, can’t think, everything consumed with please, please, please—

Luz pulls her fingers from his ass, wrapping both paws around his knot and squeezing. Hot streams of cum streak out over Norrel’s heaving chest, over his lips, pleasure so intense that he blacks out for a second, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, teeth painted with his own cum. 

He falls back bonelessly against the little pitbull, blissed out and aching. Luz holds him gently, stroking his cheeks and ears, peppering his brow with little kisses.

“Are you alright, cariño?”

Norrel’s head lolls forward in a nod, a sleepy, content smile on his face. She gives him another soft peck on the head, guiding him shakily to his feet. He wobbles for a moment and they laugh breathlessly. Luz leads him to the bed, easing him down to his side.

“Let me take care of you mi león. You were so, so good for me.” 

She wets a cloth with her water bottle, cleaning the spunk and sweat from his face and chest. Norrel sighs at the warmth of the touch as Luz runs the cloth between his thighs, over his balls and spent cock.

Norrel melts against her as she pushes him softly to his stomach, tutting over the welts and bruises twisting his back. She takes a second wet cloth, spreading it over the red patches of his back and Norrel sighs in bliss as the cool towel soothes the sore thump-thump over his skin. Luz cards her fingertips through his long fur, gently working out the tangles. 

“I almost forgot,” she says, as Norrel looks up groggily. “You’ve earned it, querido.” She unwraps the red lollipop and slides it into his mouth. The shepherd bites down on it in surprise, the crunch of rock sugar and the spicy cinnamon pang. He smiles around the candy, the tingle on his tongue. Everything aches with the pleasant, trembly stretch of being well-fucked and he stretches luxuriously, nuzzling his cheek into his pillow. 

Luz curls herself beside him, her nose against his warm, broad chest, tiny paws fallen to his waist. She’s slipped out of her boots and lacy underthings, and they snuggle up together, naked and sated, soaking in each other’s warmth.