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     Journal Entry 187 / 0523
 
     I hate dancing.  Can't stand it, don't like it, won't do it except
under duress.  Dancing is not having sex standing up, because I've done
that.  Dancing is standing still, only faster.  The basic reason behind
my dislike of dancing is that I think I look like an idiot out there.
I'm sure I have no rhythm, no grace.  Oh sure, give me a suit of Shirow
and I'll do pirouettes, but that's only because I've pre-programmed the
routine into the suit and string them together.  People who dance
professionally tell me that's what they do, but the 'routines' are in
their heads.  I guess I don't have programmable legs.

     But P'nyssa loves to dance.  Adores it.  And every once in a while,
we go dancing together.  I drag her to readings and rock concerts, so I
suppose it's only fair that she drag me to a dance every once in awhile.
But, as always, I ended up standing on the sidelines praying that she
won't ask me out there.  Begging whatever deity watches over me to let
me stay in peace.

     I enjoyed watching, to be honest; there are few things sexier than
watching a Felinzi who knows how to dance.  Especially since this years'
fashion was particularly revealing.

     "Want to join me?" she asked, smiling.  I sighed inwardly and said
"Sure."  She reached out a ten and pulled me onto the floor, where I
proceeded to do my best to keep up with the tempo.  But I still felt
spotlighted, watched by a thousand judging eyes, just waiting for the
thumbs-down.  Call me paranoid, but that's how I felt.

     The song ended and I hoped for a quick retreat.  The next tune the
CJ pulled up was a lot slower.  That I can handle.  It gave me an excuse
to pull P'nyssa closer.  She laughed when I whispered that into her ear.

     We danced slowly on the darkened dance floor, cuddling under the
slowly turning lights, surrounded by dozens of other couples doing the
same.  Every once in a while I would sneak a hand down and squeeze her
ass through her skirt.  Her response was to do the same to me.

     We were barely moving when P'nyssa looked up over my shoulder and
said "Hi!"

     I broke away from her to see an old friend standing behind me,
Aaden Satpulov.  He cocked his furry head querulously and said, "May I
have this dance?"

     P'nyssa and I at once said "Of course."  I looked at her, she
looked at me.  We laughed.  "I think he meant you," she said.

     "Indeed," Aaden said.

     I stammered for a second, then said "I accept."  She smiled and
wandered off through the crowd.  The music changed; another slow song.
Had he known, or merely hoped?  It didn't matter; I opened my arms and
took him in, cursing my predilection for full-length sleeves.  I wanted
to feel him.

     He put his arms under mine, around me, laying his head on my
shoulder.  I reached around and put my hand on the back of his neck,
just at the collar, the other around his middle.  We danced.  This time
the music was a little faster, but not much; there was no reason to move
apart.  He chuckled gently, and I felt it reverberate through my chest. 
It felt good.

     As we danced, I thought about my feelings for Aaden.  When we met,
it was at opposing ends of a game of wrestling and ravishment.  We
snarled at each other, glared, fought.  I won.

     He exacted his revenge by arranging with P'nyssa and three other
males to tie me down and take me.  We've met occasionally since then,
usually in scenes that involved one of us being 'on top' of each other.

     His hands ran along my back, his knuckles sliding gently over my
spine through the shirt.  I replied equally, stroking under his deep,
long fur, enjoying the feeling.  I love long fur; sometimes I wish I had
it.  And his is so soft, so caressable.

     The song ended, and a faster one took its place.  We moved apart,
and he was smiling at me, a strange sort of smile.  "Want to get off the
floor?" he shouted over the music.

     "Yes!" I replied.  We walked off the floor quickly, taking cover
from the writhing bodies.  Once we were off the floor, I set about
looking for P'nyssa.  Although the club we were in was small, I couldn't
find her.  I walked over to an interface and said, "Josh!"

     The AI took it's sweet time getting back to me.  I waited at least
half a minute before he said "Ken, whaddya need?"

     "Where's P'nyssa?"

     "She left a few minutes ago!" he replied.  "With Wilshas.  Didn't
you see?"

     "No!" I shouted back.  This music is too loud.  "Thanks!"  I
wandered back to where Aaden sat, waiting.  I took the seat opposite
him, pushing a few buttons and ordering a drink from the food server.

     "What's up?" he asked.

     I shrugged.  "P'nyssa took off," I replied.  For some reason the
music seemed quieter here, even though we were closer to the actual
dance floor.  A waitress came by with my drink.  "I've been abandoned by
my date."

     "Well," he replied, "I can stay if you'd like company."

     "Actually, I'd like to get out of here.  If I stay any longer, my
ears'll start to bleed."

     He laughed and said, "I know the feeling.  Come on!"  He rose,
pushing the chair back, cursing as his tail got caught in the split of
the backing.  I smiled.  He cut a quick swath through the crowd;
although he's just my height, Aaden's huge, especially for a Mephit.  He
spends at least two hours every day in the gym, and he's earned every
milligram of muscle he has.  My problem is if I spent that much time in
a weight machine I'd go out of my mind.  For me, exercise is sex and
karate.  Weight lifting seems like work to me.

     The crown parted as we exited out the front door.  Aaden made no
apologies- people just moved out of his way.  He acted as if that were
how they should respond, too.

     Outside, the sounds dimmed into the background, but my ears were
ringing.  Every sound came through with a dulled quality.  "So," I said.
"Where to, now?"

     He shrugged.  "'Sup to you.  We could go home."

     "Your home, or mine?"  Gods, did I just say "Your place or mine?"

     He missed the reference and said, "Well, that depends.  You've a
live in who may or may not be interrupted by our stumbling in.  You
should call ahead."

     I nodded.  I found another intercom a few steps down the hall from
the door to the nightclub and toggled it.  "Josh, can you get me Dave?"

     "Sure thing," he said.

     "Ken?"

     "Dave?  Is P'nyssa home?"

     "No she isn't.  She told me not to expect her home tonight."  My
eyebrows shot up at that.  "Is there a problem?"

     "No, no.  No problem.  Just wondering.  She left me at the Arc
nightclub without telling me."

     "That is unusual.  Should I contact her?"

     "No, that's okay.  I might be home shortly."

     "Okay.  I'll keep an eye out."

     "Thanks.  G'night."

     "Goodnight, Ken."  There was an audible >click< as Dave detached
from the speaker.

     I turned to Aaden and said, "Well, looks like I'm free for the
evening.  We could hit another bar, maybe even Rick's, or someplace in
Rhysh or Downtown.  Hell, we could go to the old Underground now that
it's been rebuilt."

     He looked up at the ceiling amusedly and said, "Why don't we go to
Lithe park?  It's in daylight now."

     I shrugged and said "Sure."  It was a strange suggestion; a
child-oriented theme park didn't seem his speed.  We walked down to the
nearest SDisk and he led the way, giving instructions to Josh as we
walked.  The SDisk transition was easy, but I blinked, groaning, as we
stepped out into a daylit sector.  "Easy," he said.

     "I'm okay," I said, shielding my eyes.  People were apparently
waiting to use the SDisk so we stepped off, making room.  "Where are we?

     "Back in the quote nature trail unquote section.  It's one of my
more favored sections- not as busy as the rides or the shows, and a lot
quieter."

     "Okay."  There were childish screams and giggles coming from
somewhere around me.  I turned around to find a large swimming hole
almost literally crawling with little kids splashing, screaming, and
making a mess.  "This is quieter?" I asked.

     "This way," he said, leading me down a pathway.  Once through a cut
in the trees the sounds faded quickly into the background.  "One thing
I've never understood is the need we seem to have for the artificial."

     "Huh?"

     "All those kids back there.  Do you realized that that pool is kept
sterile by circulating it's entire mass of water every hour almost a
klick underground to a superconductor storage ring next to a fusion
plant just so the gauss can shred anything going through it?  Why, when
any natural swimming hole will do, and is chemically probably a lot
cleaner?  As far as I know, there's nothing artificial about the lagoon
where you live."

     "No there isn't."

     "Then why is Lithe so popular, even as just a swimming hole?
Doesn't make sense."

     "Look whose talking.  You enjoy the artificial yourself."

     "How so?" he said.

     "Your favorite form of sexual expression is the only one that
requires hardware."

     "Not really," he said.  "I don't need rope and chains.  Just a mel
with the right voice, the right attitude, and boom! I'm on my knees."

     I shrugged.  "Still..."

     "Still, nothing.  Unless I've really missed my guess, you own a
vibrator, don't you?"

     "Two," I admitted, smiling.

     "See?  That's artificial, but you don't need it, do you?"  I shook
my head.  "Making love or dominating is all attitude... the toys make it
easier, make it louder, make it harder and faster, but they don't make
it."

     I smiled.  "Do you know, I know nothing about you?"

     "What's to know?" he said.

     I switched to Anglic; it would serve the pun in mind.  "This is
starting to get monogamous."

     He didn't get it.  Damn, he doesn't speak Anglic.  I explained the
joke and he smiled, nodded.  "It is," he agreed.  "But not monotonous."

     "No?"

     "Is P'nyssa monotonous?"

     "Hardly," I said.

     "Then why should I be?"

     "Like I said, I know nothing about you."

     "Let's start with the basics.  Everybody knows what you do.  I
drive atmospheric shuttles when I want to, paint when I want to, and
tend the Rhysh gardens when they need it."

     We stepped out onto a wide road on the other side of which the path
continued.  The smell of horses was in the air.

     "You're the gardener?"

     "Just one.  There are others.  Borodir tried to get me enrolled
into cooking school, but I told him to forget it.  And as for the
physical department, I'm not a trainer.  I could only serve- as a good
example, of course."

     "Of course," I said.  I reached out a hand, and he took it.  His
paw felt warm clasped in mine, my fingertips curling around it and
touching the short fur on the back.  He reached out with his other hand
and hugged me, like we had been at the dance, only out here there was no
pretense, no "reason" to be this close, other than because we wanted to
be.  "Aaden," I said into the fur ruffled at his neck, "I think I'm
falling in love."

     He chuckled again.  "You do that all the time."

     I laughed briefly.  "Yeah, guess I do.  The funny thing this time
is who it is."

     "Why is that funny?"

     "Because I'm really straight, I think," I replied in a wistful sort
of matter-of-fact voice.

     "Now that's ridiculous."

     "Is it?" I asked.  "Aaden, I can bottom out to a man for the same
reason you do, except you do it exclusively.  They terrify me more than
women do.  But I've never really thought of loving a mel."

     "What about, oh, what's his name, the Felinzi- You know, your
stardiving friend."

     "Who, N'nance?  That was a one-time thing.  Mostly because he was
lonely, bedridden, and I was in a mischievous mood."

     "But you do love him, don't you?  You did it because you wanted to
make him feel good.  I read that entry, and I saw a lot of you in it,
Ken.  Not just the mischievousness, either."

     We walked along silently.  Did I love Nance?  He was a friend,
surely, had been for centuries.  I had panicked when he had been nearly
killed.  "You're right," I said.

     "It's not my being right that matters, Ken.  It's that you see it. 
You said yourself that it's silly to exclude half the sentient
population from the fun part of sex.  But what about love?"

     "Aaden," I said.  He turned to me.  I looked him straight in the
eyes and said, "Fair enough.  I. Love. You."

     He laughed, and I laughed along.  He pulled me close and said,
"That's my Ken."  There was nothing sweeter at that moment than being in
his big, furry arms.

     "Let's go home," I said.

     "Let's take the long way," he replied.  I nodded.  We walked along
the trail, eventually coming back to the beginning again, full of
screaming children.  A few even recognized me.  They didn't even begin
to question the big Mephit I had my arm around.

     We got onto the SDisk and headed back to the Castle.  I almost
never call it "Shardik Castle," that's just too damned pretentious.  But
when I call it "The Castle" people ask "Which one?"

     We took the easy way into the residential floor, walking along the
corridors quietly, waving to Ember who was doing her usual impression as
nightowl.  The door slid open easily and we walked into my residence.
It looked as homey as ever, although P'nyssa had left the sliding glass
door to the patio open again.  Still, it was a warm, clear night with
almost no chance of rain, so I figured it wasn't a problem.  "Can I get
you anything?" I asked.

     "What have you got for wines?"

     "Wines?  You want wines?  Let's see, we've got more wines than I
know what do with, including a deSchane."

     "You've got deSchane?"  His eyes lit up like a little boy's being
given his first yoyo.

     "deSchane dry, '49.  Like a glass?"

     "If it doesn't sound to eager, please!"

     I found two wine glasses and poured them full, re-corking the
bottle and putting it back into the cooler when I was done.  I handed
him a glass over the bar.  He sniffed it, gave a puzzled look, then
drank a small taste.  "Doesn't taste like his usual."

     "Shouldn't.  That's his ceremonial batch, not his commercial."  I
thought Aaden's eyes were going to bug out.

     "Ceremonial batch?  You've got a bottle of the batch he does magic
with?"

     "Well, the remainder of a year's batch.  He prepares a new one
every year, you know."

     "I know, I know, but still... How?"

     "I'm not permitted..."

     "Oh.  Sorry."

     I shrugged.  "It's okay."  I walked around the bar and kissed him
on the muzzle.  "I figured you would ask.  It's allright."

     "No wonder I felt so weird."

     "Makes you lightheaded?"

     "Just a little," he said, smiling.

     "Yeah, even the commercial stuff has that effect, but when you get
a whiff of his consecrated wine, you know what power is."  A thought hit
me, one which I disliked intensely.

     Aaden noticed.  "What's wrong?"

     "I just used something... artificial... to take control of a
situation.  I knew showing you this would... "

     "Put me in your power?" he said.

     "Something like that," I said.  I sighed.  "I'm impossible."

     He shook his head, put down the glass and said, "Come here."

     I stepped forward and he put his arms around me.  I melted against
him; almost immediately the thoughts went away and I was his again.  I
closed my eyes and sighed.

     "See?" he said.  "A good hug cures everything."  I smiled, tears
welling slightly in my eyes.  I felt so good just being there I barely
noticed the hardened shaft pressing against me.  Almost without thought
I reached down and ran my open hand along the length showing through the
black silk pants he wore.  He inhaled, hissing slightly.  "You are
impossible."

     "Only in some things, sex being one of them."

     He chuckled.  "Keep that up, and you'll get more sex than you can
handle."

     "Think so?" I asked.  "I've already proven I can handle this
oversized monster."  We were joking like old lovers.  We were old
lovers; it was only today I realized we were friends, too.

     He laughed as my hands found the lace on his right hip and pulled
the bow free, pulling his pants open and dropping them to the floor.
His cock waved, only semi-erect.  Aaden's penis isn't that overly long,
only about 185 mm, but what it is is thick.  It's hard to find something
to compare it to, except maybe a soda bottle.  He laughed as I ran my
hand over it, closing into a fist around it and stroking him.

     "You like that, don't you?" I asked.

     "Of course I do," he sighed.  His paw found my erect cock through
my jeans.  "As much as you do."

     As he undid the buttons on my fly I nodded.  He had to put some
effort into pulling my pants off, so I helped him.  Once I stepped out
of my jeans, we stood there, looking at each other.  I still had my
shirt on; Aaden, like many furries, wasn't wearing a shirt, just the
small leather vest that is his statement.  I put my hands on each side
of the vest and said, "May I?"

     He nodded, and I slowly slid it off and down his back, carefully
folding it and placing it on top of the bar.  He wasn't so kind with my
shirt, pulling it off brusquely.  But he was careful with the cloissone
on the collar, removing it from the shirt, replacing the clasp and
putting it atop his vest.

     "Now that the rituals are over," I said with smile, "Where were we?

     He chuckled again.  "We were about to go into the bedroom."

     "Were we?" I asked.  "What's wrong with here?  The rug's shaggy."

     "That's the problem.  We've never made love in bed, Ken.  On
floors, in chains, on slings, tied to posts, but never in bed."

     I paused, then laughed a short laugh.  "You're right.  And when
you're right, you're right.  Follow me!" I said, skipping across the
floor to the portal and jumping down.  By the time he had gotten down to
the bed I had thrown the covers aside.  "Welcome," I said.

     He sat down on the bed and said "Thank you."

     I leaned over and kissed him on the muzzle gently.  He parted his
mouth slightly and his tongue pressed against my lips.  I opened my
mouth, letting his long tongue enter me and explore.  My hands explored
him.  For the first time in all the years I've known him, I had a chance
to touch him, to play with him the way I wanted to.  I pressed my hands
against his fur, feeling it slide between my fingers, feeling both warm
and cool.  Underneath it I could feel his pectorals, hard and
unyielding, warm and wondrous.

     He sighed gently as we kissed.  "Do you know," he said, "I've
wanted you to do that for years."

     "Do what?"

     "Just stroke me.  All our meetings were hard, fast, brief.  I never
got a chance to do this-" he put his paw on my chest- "and just feel
your skin.  Always fighting, following orders, fucking."

     I shook my head.  "Why didn't you ask?"

     He shrugged.  "Didn't know how."  He paused for a second, then said
"I have a confession."

     "What?"

     "I spent yesterday afternoon with you coimelin.  I asked her
permission for this."

     I wonder what the expression on my face was.  Not really knowing
what to do, I slowly caressed his fur with my left hand.  He continued,
"Not really permission.  I wanted to know how to get your attention."

     I shook my head.  "All you had to do was ask, Aaden.  You don't
know how long I've wanted you like this."

     He nodded.  "I know that now."  He leaned over to kiss me again.
My right hand trailed down his chest, circling the root of his cock to
cup his warm balls in my hand, rotating them gently in my fingers.  My
left hand still against his chest, I pushed him down onto the bed,
leaning over him.  "Shh..." I said, leaning over.  I nuzzled his neck
gently, diving into the deep white fur of his chest, making my way down.
I licked his nipples playfully, but not with any seriousness.  My right
hand idled up from his balls to play with his erection, teasing it to
life, then letting it ease back down.  I wanted him to wait, but more
importantly I didn't want him to be completely hard when I first tried
to get him into my mouth.

     As his erection flagged, I made my way down quickly.  His body
tensed, and I noted with precision his ticklish spots.  I barely noticed
when a single finger of his paw touched me on my back, but it came
through very clearly as he eased down between the cheeks of my ass, over
my anus.  That made me swoon.

     I nuzzled up against his cock, erect and out of its sheath, lying
peacefully amidst his bellyfur.  I licked at it playfully, taking the
head of it against my lips, into my mouth.  I felt the soft sponginess
of the head on my lips and tongue, and slowly I eased him into my mouth.
I had taken him before, I could do it again.  I felt the head against
the back of my throat.  All my attention was there; I literally did not
know what, if anything, he was doing with my cock.  His was all-
important.  I paused, inhaled deeply through my nose, felt the air rush
past that place where his penis lay, and eased forward, grabbing for
more length with my lips, opening my jaw further.

     My gag reflex didn't even complain.  It slid down easily, filling
me in ways even being fisted didn't compare to.  Sight, smell, taste,
touch, and sound contributed to the overwhelming feeling of completion. 
I loved him, and he me.  He trusted my teeth and I guess I was trusting
his claws, although I couldn't have told the difference.  I began to
slid back up off of his full cock, then back down again.  With each easy
thrust down my throat I felt my air blocked off, then restored as the
head returned to my mouth, reach of my tongue.

     I was worshipping him.  Utterly and totally.  I wanted to feel him
climax, wanted to slowly and surely push him over the edge, with nobody
watching us and making demands.  It was him and me.

     Slick with my saliva, the flesh of his cock was satiny sweet.  Even
though his size pressed my tongue to the floor of my mouth I managed to
excite him.  He growled.  His hand came up under my hair, grabbing me in
just that way that turns me on.  "I'm going to come soon," he growled,
his hips starting to buck.  I wanted to smile, but didn't have the room.
I concentrated on his cock, stroking faster, demanding more.  Come on,
Aaden, I thought.  That's it.

     He groaned, his hand pushing down, his hips pushing up, thrusting
all of his length into me.  I accepted it, taking it down my throat as
he shuddered, his body quivering under me.

     As his cock slowly shrank in my mouth I eased off of it, closing my
lips and slurping up as much of the moisture as I could, not want to
completely mess up his fur.  His cock dropped to his belly, and I ran my
finger along it gently, watching it twitch.  He groaned.

     I turned around to look at his face.  He blinked and said, "Thank
you."

     "For what?" I asked.  "Night's not over yet."

     "No, it isn't."  He chuckled as I lay down next to him, cuddling
him close.  His left hand, which lay underneath me, found my cock
between us.  His fingers stroked it gently with what little room he had.
He pushed gently against my side, and I turned over onto my back.  "I'll
show you how it's done."

     I smiled.  "You didn't just show me how it was done a few minutes
ago."

     "Are you telling me you're upset with my performance?" he asked,
incredulous.

     "Let's just say I like the taste, and my tastebuds don't go this
far down," running my finger down the length of my throat.

     He laughed and kissed me again.  "I'll remember that next time.
But we all have to make sacrifices, Ken."  He turned down and took my
cock into his mouth without much preface, sucking it down as expertly as
I thought I had his.  He was so good, his tongue pressing strong against
the sides of my cock, his hand playing with my balls and fingering my
asshole as he did so.  He had me at my hardest quickly.

     I was more than a little surprised when he stopped.  "Ken?" he said

     "Yeah?" I said, husky, horny, and breathless.

     "I want you to fuck me."

     "Now?" I asked.  I had been enjoying his oral ministrations.

     "Yeah, now."

     "How?"

     "Just like we did it on the floor."

     I laughed, thinking what that meant.  "I haven't got any olive oil,
but I can find the... Ah, here it is," I said, rooting about in the
toybox I keep under the bed.  We traded positions; he got on all fours
and I got behind him.  His tall tail bent vertically at the base, so it
wasn't in the way at all.  I brushed his fur out of the way between his
buttocks, applied a little lubricant to him, and a lot more to myself.
With a few suggestive presses he spread his legs a little further apart,
and I aimed my cock at his asshole.  "Easy," he said.

     That was a surprising request, but I complied.  I pressed the head
against his asshole with very little pressure, and I knew what he was
waiting for- the right moment, when the tension gives.  It came, and I
slid into him, into his hot meltunnel.  He seemed to close around my
cock, to grab me and suck me in.  I pressed into him, my thighs against
his, hips against his furry buttocks.  He moaned, "yes..."

     "Good?" I asked, smiling.

     "Yeah..." he said.  "Do it."

     I began stroking him slowly.  In a mischievous bent I grabbed his
tail and pulled it towards me, holding it against my chest with one
hand, the other hand on the small of his back, in his fur, holding on.
Looking down I could see my cock sliding in and out of him, his strong
masculine buttocks shuddering with ever stroke.

     I began to lose control, and the more I lost it the louder he got,
moaning as I fucked him, loved him, wanted more of him.  I let go of his
tail and fell forward as he did, burying his head in the pillow, my
hands onto the bed by his sides.  Both of us on all fours, me inside
him, making love to him, stroking, harder, faster.

     I came inside him, shaking and shuddering, groaning aloud and
collapsing against him, thrusting once or twice more.  I rolled off to
the left, he to the right, so we ended up on our sides, facing each
other.  His eyes were closed and he was quivering slightly.  "Aaden?" I
asked, worried.

     "Yeah?" he asked, his eyes snapping open.

     "You okay?" I asked.

     "Oh, I'm okay."  I laughed, then wiggled closer to him.  His cock,
despite his previous orgasm, was rock-hard again.

     I reached for it and began to caress it gently.  "We could do
something with this," I said suggestively.

     "Like what?" he asked.

     "You could put it inside me."

     "Are you sure?" he asked.

     I laughed.  "You're acting like I've never done that before."

     "No, but you just came.  Are you sure you want to?"

     "You did.  Come on, Aaden."  In a deeper, slower voice I whispered,
"Fuck me."

     He searched my eyes, then nodded.  I rolled over onto my back and
said, "Like this."

     He rose to kneel between my legs, squirting some of the lubricant
onto his cock, then pushed my legs up until they against my chest.  It's
moments like this I'm happy I'm so flexible.  He shoved a pillow under
my back to raise me a little further, then pressed his cock against my
butt.  "A little higher," I suggested and he grabbed his tool and slid
it up.  "There," I said, and he pressed.

     My asshole revolted, not yet convinced.  I held up my hand, and he
paused.  I consciously forced myself to relax, and as the tight ring of
muscle gave way for just an instant he took advantage of it, pressing
ever-so-slightly.  My ass gave up and he sank into me.  I could feel the
head of his cock expanding my insides, pressing up into me, making it's
way deeper into my body.

     I relaxed my legs a little, pressing them against his chest.  He
positioned his hands at my sides and raised himself off his knees,
starting to slide back and forth.  Starting to make love to me.

     I looked up into his face, but he wasn't paying attention; he was
watching where his hips and my butt met with each stroke.  He was slow
and easy and I felt lightheaded as he did so.  I reached down and began
to stroke my own cock as he fucked me.  I wanted him more, but that
slight cramping as our bodies met told me I didn't have any more depth,
thankful that I had enough to take all of him.

     "Harder," I said, and he looked up, nodding, speeding up.

     "It's going to be a while," he said as he stroked.

     I reached up from the bed to curl my fingers in the fur of his
chest, reaching up to touch his neck, his muzzle.  "Good thing you're so
healthy," I replied.  He slammed once into me hard and I said, "Yes!"

     He smiled.  "Patience, dear love," he said.  He was teasing me,
taking his time, knowing.  I smiled and nodded.

     His cock felt wonderful inside me, stroking my insides.  He began
to speed up, and my own cock hardened.  I began to stroke it.  "Harder,"
I begged him.  "That's it," I sighed as he began to fuck me.  Not just
make love, but really fuck me, wonderfully.  "Yeah," I said.  "More," I
pleaded as he went further.  The bed creaked under us, shaking, the
headboard knocking against the wall.  "That's it!"

     Why am I so verbal today?  The thought flashed across my mind as he
pounded into me, my body being pushed and pulled by his enormity, his
hips slamming against me, his fur against my skin, deeper and harder and
better.  "Come on Aaden!" I screamed as he began to pant, feeling my own
orgasm churning inside me.  Little groans escaped him with every thrust.
He slammed against me one more time, hard, and screamed, a pealing,
bestial scream, his body melded to mine in force, and that scream was
all I needed, screaming along with him, howling.

     When it was over, I looked up at him, and he down at me.  I could
feel the big smile on my face, and could see it on his.  "Well?" I said.

     He laughed and said, "I think I've had enough."

     "Awww..." I pouted.

     "I think you have too," he said, smiling still.

     "Yeah, I think so.  C'mere."  I pulled him down, feeling his cock
slip out of me as I lowered my legs.  He shuddered a little as it did.
"How wuzzat?" I said.

     "Wonderful," he said, still panting with exertion.  "Tiring, too."

     "I bet."  As he lay against me his legs trembled slightly.  "Rest
for a few minutes and we'll go clean up."  I closed my eyes and sighed. 
"Dave," I said to the Castle AI, "don't let us fall asleep."  Dave
didn't answer; he would do as asked without interrupting the illusion of
privacy.

     I stayed conscious anyway and after a few minutes I nudged Aaden.
"Hmm?" he said.

     "Let's go clean off."

     "Okay," he said.

     After a quick shower, we eased back into bed together.  The night
hadn't cooled off at all; it was still a hot autumn night.  I threw the
blankets off and cuddled close to Aaden, happy in his arms, happy
burying my face in the furry crux of his throat.  Happy being his.

--
"Aaden's Dance"
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