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"Boss," Ellen knocked on Lycaon's office door, "Files are all put away, schedule has been updated, and your itinerary for next weeks flight has been etched in very high quality but cost effective stone. Need anything else?" She was wearing what had become her uniform since she started working in this office. A white button up blouse, a black pencil skirt, black stockings and a pair of "spiffy" loafers. She held a light gray cardigan bundled against her stomach as she leaned against the door frame.

"Ellen," Lycaon closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I am so tired I don't think I understood anything you said." His eyes were tired but vigilant, piercing but welcoming, kind but commanding. Ellen found herself thinking about those eyes often.

Ellen chuckled, knocked on the door frame twice, and said, "Night, boss."

"Good night, Ellen," he said with a sigh, "Good work today!"

"You too!" Ellen shouted over her shoulder. Most nights, the elevator would ding and open its doors before Ellen mustered the courage to return to her boss' office. On this night, Ellen wasn't interested in mustering courage. She was lost in her thoughts. She stared at the gap between the elevator doors and sighed to herself.

"Ellen," Lycaon said, appearing in the door way to the firm's office, "The itinerary, you made sure the tickets were for coach, correct?"

"I did you one better," Ellen smiled, "I managed to get you a free upgrade to first class thanks to your decades of being a loyal customer."

"I see," Lycaon smiled back at his assistant, "There wouldn't happen to be any other reason they gave you the upgrade?"

"Nope," Ellen smirked, "Though, your newborn son weighs four and a half pounds and has your wife's eyes. The only day that made you happier was when you married your wife."

"I don't have a ring," Lycaon said, "Or a wife."

"Estranged wife," Ellen explained, "You're hoping that the birth of your son will help her see the man you can become. You're planning to renew your vows once the your son is off formula."

"This is quite the backstory," Lycaon admitted with a chuckle.

"Do you want to hear the names you both picked out?" Ellen smirked, "Or do you want to think that up yourself?"

"Good night, Ellen," Lycaon shook his head, appreciative of Ellen's creative but hard work.

"Night, boss," Ellen said, then rested her forehead on the dry wall, "Idiot, you're doing too much."

The elevator dinged and opened its arms to accept Ellen into its warm embrace. She felt consoled by its poorly lit, shaky walls, worn out floor announcer, and janky but somehow functioning metal doors. As the elevator came to a halt on the ground floor, Ellen sighed and walked forlorn and dismayed to her bicycle to ride home.

Lycaon returned to his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was a bad habit he had developed, a stress reliever that he worried did not actually relieve any stress. Sitting at his computer again, he shook the mouse to awaken the screen.

He read over the words of the contract he had spent all day on and was dismayed that the quality had not improved. "What a bother," Lycaon mumbled. As he scrolled through the several page document, he squinted at one line in particular. It seemed out of place given the contract was about securing a porcelume supply for a local manufacturing company.

 Lycaon promises to bend his assistant Ellen over his desk, rip open her tights, push her panties to the side, and take her, feeding the feral beast inside of him that hungered for her, filling her pathetic womb until it overflowed with his seed, impregnating her again and again until either passes out.

He selected the run on sentence and pressed the delete key. He thought for a moment to check the edit history to see who wrote this salacious line of text. But a different thought assured him it was the correct move to delete it and not look back. It said, "On the off chance that was actually your writing, you should not hesitate to delete it."

It was a subject matter that he had no interest in writing. He had always thought of himself as having the potential to be a mystery novel writer. The kinds of stories that sell well in airports and are included in the reading list of a divorced spouse book club. Perhaps there could be mention of a torrid love affair between the suave detective and a former client, but nothing that would take up a whole chapter let alone be a major plot point.

Lycaon leaned back in his office chair, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts and finish this damned contract. He didn't hear the elevator ding, or his assistant enter the firm office again.

Lycaon jumped as Ellen let out a shaky sigh. "Boss?" She asked.

"Ellen," he sat up, rubbing his eyes, "Please tell me I didn't fall asleep here again."

"No," Ellen's lip quivered. She clutched her tail to her chest, like a child would hold a blanket while they waited for the thunder that followed a flash of lightning.

"What is it? What is wrong?" Lycaon asked.

Ellen revealed her bike lock. "Could I get a ride home?" She asked as she failed to hold back the tears that had been building since she found the bike lock in a nearby bush.

"Your bike lock?" Lycaon asked, then connected the dots, "Oh, Ellen, I am sorry. I will call the sheriff, we were contracted by the city not long ago, I can call in a favor and-"

"I appreciate it, but-" she wiped her cheeks dry, "I'd really like to go home."

Lycaon sighed, "Of course, give me a moment to gather my things and I'll... please, take a seat." He motioned to the couch he often held team meetings on. Ellen nodded, and sat down. Stashing her lock in her bag, she buried her face in her hands and quietly sobbed to herself.

She didn't feel particularly attached to the bike. But it was her's nonetheless. Its sudden theft meant that she would need to find a new way to work. She could always walk. Maybe the bus? None of her coworkers liked her let alone recognized her existence. It wasn't that her coworkers were annoying or hard to get along with. It wasn't that she was annoying or hard to get along with. It was simply a side effect of her habit of eating her lunch at her desk instead of fraternizing in the break room.

Lycaon's stomach felt ill as he watched his assistant sob. He wanted to fix it, to make her feel better, but he felt conflicted. In part because of the lewd bit of text he had thankfully discovered before sending the contract to the client. He was unsure whether solving petty theft cases were a part of his duties as Ellen's boss. He imagined they weren't.

"Come on," Lycaon said, shutting off his computer, "The car is this way."

Ellen nodded and collected herself as best she could. Despite her efforts, her breathing was shaky through out the elevator ride down to the garage. Lycaon clicked the fob on his keys. A large black SUV with illegally tinted windows flashed its lights. Ellen chuckled, "Kind of stereotypical, don't you think?"

"How so?" Lycaon asked, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hanger in the back seat.

"You know, business guy with a mysterious past, giant SUV, what do you have a 42 in the glove compartment?" Ellen teased.

"Nothing so uncivilized," Lycaon smirked, "I don't need such a ghastly thing to protect myself." Ellen thought about making a joke about his muscular arms or his well fitted suits, but they were all cheesy and unbecoming of an her position. "Besides," Lycaon grew serious, "I've got all the protection I need right here." He smacked his bicep as he flexed it.

Ellen chuckled, perhaps more than she needed to.

"You humor me," Lycaon said. Ellen followed as he led her to the passenger side and opened the door for her.

Ellen smiled, tossing her bag into the foot well. "You know as far as bosses go, you're pretty good."

"I appreciate it," Lycaon said, carefully closing the door and moving to the driver side, "I'd appreciate it more if you didn't make a comment on my music taste."

"Well that depends on-" Ellen paused as crushing distorted bass and high pitched repeated melodies that danced feverishly over the line of 'pleasant to the ears' and 'involuntarily blood letting through the ear canal', began blasting through the speakers in the car doors. Lycaon turned the music down until it was barely audible.

"Apologies," he said, "It helps me get into a good mindset."

"What mindset is that?" Ellen chuckled, "Being deaf?"

"I see it wasn't to your liking," Lycaon smirked.

"Sorry, I know you said you prefer if I 'didn't make a comment'," Ellen teased, "But I never expected it to be dubstep."

"You expected a specific genre?" Lycaon asked, "Interesting."

"Well, no offense, you give off a vibe," Ellen said, punching her address into Lycaon's GPS. Lycaon wondered if it was beneficial to "give off a vibe" or if that meant he was doing something deplorable. "I figured you listened to jazz or at least the news," Ellen answered.

"Ah, you take my demure attitude and sophisticated way of speaking to mean I prefer the finer things in life," Lycaon interpreted, "While I do, I am afraid jazz, for all its cultural significance, has never impacted me the same way the sound of two garbage trucks slamming together has."

"A succinct summation of the genre," Ellen joked.

"If you want to put something on that was more your style," Lycaon gestures to the radio dial.

"No, no, it's fine," Ellen says, then smirking continues, "At this volume it is almost palatable."

While quiet melodies, crunchy bass, and pop culture references distorted beyond recognition played in the background, Lycaon and Ellen took this moment to get to know one another better. It wasn't a long drive by car, so they weren't able to delve past the surface layer minutia of favorite movies and albums.

"You'll be needing a ride in the morning, yes?" Lycaon offers.

"Oh no," Ellen insists, "I will probably just walk." When Lycaon looks like he is about to insist, she snatches her bag and bounces out of the SUV. "Well anyways, good night!" She says with a smile before closing the truck door.

"Of course," Lycaon says shaking his head, "Good night."

Ellen woke as she did every morning in the summertime, with a grumble complaining about the sun in her face. In the winter, the axis of the Earth ensured the suns rays wouldn't shine in her eyes. As they came closer to the summer solstice, the sun woke her up earlier and earlier.

"This blows," Ellen complains, remembering that her bike was stolen the night before. It had a red steel frame, black handle bars, a noise maker in between the spokes, and even had a small bell she could ding to let people know she was behind them. It was cute, and it was her's. Not anymore though.

She proceeded to follow her regular morning routine, reading the weather report for the day, brushing her teeth, checking her tail for any scales that needed to be plucked after shedding, making a haphazard breakfast in as neat a manner as she could muster. She rounded out her routine by picking a different black pencil skirt and white button up from her closet and headed out of her apartment, bringing her trusty umbrella as the weather report suggested.

As she came out the stairwell and entered the lobby to her apartment building, she spotted a familiar black SUV with a friendly, if intimidating, wolf thiren man standing guard. "Good morning, Ellen," Lycaon said, handing her a paper cup filled with coffee.

"I thought I said I didn't need a ride," Ellen replied, accepting the coffee, "What are you doing here? Just bringing me coffee?"

"No, I was going to take you to work," Lycaon insisted, "I know you declined last night, but the weather report this morning called for rain and lots of humidity."

"I know," Ellen chuckled, "That's why I brought my umbrella." She flaunts her red and white polka dot umbrella.

"Ellen, Please," Lycaon said firmly, "Get in the car."

"Fine," Ellen said, pulling open the passenger side door. As she sat down and got her tail into a comfortable configuration, she realized how awful she sounded. Not wanting to come off as a spoiled brat, she apologized as Lycaon opened the driver side door. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound ungrateful," she said, "But, not for nothing, boss, people could make a lot of assumptions after seeing a boss and his assistant roll up to work together."

"Roll up?" Lycaon asked.

"Yeah, you know, a young woman arriving to work in her boss' car, with coffee her boss paid for, after staying late finishing 'work'," Ellen accented with air quotes.

Lycaon was still confused by what Ellen meant by 'roll up'. "If anyone makes such an assumption," he says, "Send them to me and I will clear things up."

Ellen sighed, "I think that might be worse."

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Ellen jumped as a firm hand gripped her shoulder. Had she really fallen asleep at work? "Ellen," Lycaon said softly, "If you are not feeling well, you can-"

"No, no," Ellen insisted, "I'm fine, I just-" She sighed. Truth was sleep was hard to come by. As annoying as it was to admit, the theft of her bike had repercussions. The sound of her stairwell door slamming shut woke her up constantly with the fear of possible intruders, outside people conspired to take more of her things, and then there were the nightmares. "I haven't been sleeping well," she admitted with a soft smile.

"I see," Lycaon said, "Would you mind joining me in my office for a moment? I have a task that requires your attention to detail."

Ellen tried to shake off the sleepy feeling in her mind, but found little success. Grabbing her notepad and a pen, she entered Lycaon's office. "Mind closing the door?" Lycaon asked. Ellen nodded, carefully closing the door behind her.

Then it happened in a flash. She found herself lifted into the air, her legs were guided around Lycaon's hips, and his muzzle pressed into her neck. "Boss?!" Ellen gasped, "What are you- We can't-"

"I don't care," he muttered, "I must have you!"

Ellen yelped as he tossed her onto the couch. The excitement in her heart made it feel like her rib cage could explode. Lycaon was forceful but attentive, grabbing her face firmly as he pulled her in for a kiss. She felt all her reservations disappear as his tongue pressed against her lips.

"I'm sorry, Ellen," he mumbled as he fumbled with the clasp of his pants, "I can only control these urges for so long."

Ellen understood immediately what he needed. She undid the zipper on the side of her skirt and slid it down her legs. Lycaon pulled his cock through his boxers and moved on her. She slid her tights down, only getting far enough to give Lycaon access to her needy hole. "You're so wet," he growled hungrily, testing her slit with his finger, "Your filthy pussy needs this as badly as I do."

Ellen grabbed him by the jaw, "No, I need this as badly as you do. Now fuck me with your-" Ellen's head flew back as her boss' cock filled her mound. A growl grew from his chest and escaped out his lips. "Oh god," Ellen moaned, unafraid of what her coworkers outside would think.

"So good," Lycaon said, grunting as he used Ellen's body like a toy, "Your pussy is dripping with excitement."

"No! Don't say that," Ellen complained, "That's so embarrassing!"

"Apologies," Lycaon smirked, "I find myself enamored with you."

"With me?" Ellen asked, ripping open her shirt to reveal her bare chest to Lycaon, "Or with my body?" She gasped as Lycaon's hands groped her chest firmly.

"Can't it be both?" He asked.

"It can be anything you want," Ellen moaned, "Now please, fuck my raw pussy and get me- HNG!" Ellen winced as the knot in Lycaon's cock pushed past her labia and entered her vagina. It was like she finally felt whole. She gasped as Lycaon grabbed her waist tightly and moved her body along his glorious cock. She groaned each time the knot pushed its way inside her.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Lycaon admitted, "To rip your stockings open, pull your panties to the side, and fuck you until you passed out."

"Oh god," Ellen groaned, "Please, don't stop! I need your hot sticky cum in my- Mph!" She couldn't bare to speak anymore, she was too lost in the sensation of Lycaon hungrily fucking her pussy. She wasn't a partner, she wasn't a toy, she was barely even human to him. She was a hole for Lycaon to use and bury his seed inside. Ellen felt blessed to be chosen.

"I'm close," he grumbled, "Can you feel it? Can you feel the cum about to burst and pour into your womb?"

Ellen nodded excitedly, it was better than she had ever imagined. It was almost perfect. Lycaon adjusted his stance, suddenly able to reach new areas. Her cervix cried out as the tip of his cock pressed against it. A groan bellowed from deep within her as she watched her stomach grow and collapse with each thrust.

"Ellen," Lycaon growled, "I'm going to- GUH!" It was a small spurt at first, but soon Ellen's womb felt flooded. The sensation was worsened as Lycaon lost control and began to fuck her like a wild animal. Muttering quietly under his breath, "Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant!"

Ellen clutched the couch cushions tightly, desperate for something to hold onto. "Lycaon," Ellen moaned, "I can't- I can't take much more, we need to-" she gasped as Lycaon's hands wrapped around her neck.

"Shut up," he instructed, "We're done when I say we're done."

Ellen thought her eyes might roll back in her head after hearing something like that, but she managed to keep them focused on the man in front of her. His cock splitting her open, his thumbs pressing into her arteries, his eyes hungrily taking her in.

"Do it," Ellen said, "Don't stop, keep fucking me, fuck me until you run out of air, fuck me until you- NGUH!" Ellen could barely contain herself as a tremor began to grow from her hips down her legs and up her spine.

Lycaon didn't care though.

Ellen thought she might go insane as Lycaon continued to ravage her pussy. He completely ignored her trembling form, barely relishing the coiled sensation wrapping around his cock. She was truly a hole to him. His hole.

"Ellen," he groaned, about to unleash his second load inside his assistant, "Listen to me. I'm need you to do something for me." Ellen nodded, gasping for air as his hands moved from her throat back to her waist. "I need you to wake up!"

If it wasn't for the fact that Lycaon was giving Ellen rides to and from work, he would have worked straight through into the morning hours. He had grown used to waiting for Ellen to say good night before heading home. But when he glanced at the clock and saw that it was well past the usual time Ellen slips out of the office, he came to investigate.

He found Ellen asleep at her desk, her cheeks a cute shade of pink as she blushed in her sleep. He assumed she was dreaming about something pleasant. Perhaps she was imagining a date with her perfect lover, or it could even be a day in the park with her first pet.

"Do it, don't stop," she mumbled in her sleep, "Keep fucking me."

Lycaon began to blush as he realized the dream was more explicit than he gave her credit for. He should wake her, lest she say something embarrassing or reveal a secret unintentionally.

"Ellen?" Lycaon tapped his assistant on the shoulder again.

As Ellen's eyes opened slowly, her blush deepened on her face. She wiped the drool from her lips and grabbed her notepad. "Hi, boss," she tried and failed to recover, "Was just taking a power nap, what did you need?"

"It's time to go home," Lycaon said, gesturing to the clock above the firm's door.

"Oh, right," she opened her phone and saw that closing time was close to an hour ago. Why did he let her sleep? Was that all really just a dream? It felt so real, so passionate, so carnal.

Lycaon returned to his office to grab his keys and brief case. Ellen took the moment to chastise herself.

"Idiot, falling asleep at work, having a lewd dream about your boss," she mumbled, "So stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Then she covered her mouth.

"Ellen," Lycaon said, twirling his keys around his finger.

"Boss," Ellen turned, looking frantic, "I didn't mean it, it was just a joke, I'm not even sure that's what the dream was about, really!"

"What dream?" Lycaon asked, politely forgetting what he had heard moments earlier.

"Oh, uh," Ellen paused, realizing he hadn't heard her complaining, "Nothing, it's just been a long week."

"Agreed," Lycaon smiled softly, "There is a bar a few blocks over we could stop by to destress?"

"I don't know," Ellen said, "I'm not really-" She shook her head, "Yeah, why not?"

"If you aren't up for it, I won't be offended," Lycaon interjected.

"Nah," Ellen waved off his worries, "I could use a drink. Though, this isn't one of those fru-fru bars that serves whiskey that is on fire, right?"

Lycaon laughed at the insinuation, "No, it is a sports bar. I enjoy the free peanuts."

Ellen smiled, "Alright, let's get some peanuts then."

As they parked in a garage nearby, Lycaon rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Ellen tried her best to be absolutely cool about it and not focus or stare at how the rolled up cuffs dug into his muscular forearms. It was difficult.

The bartender waved to Lycaon as he entered. To Ellen it seemed flirtatious, but to Lycaon it was a sign of appreciation at his reliable presence each week. "Here, this table," Lycaon said, gesturing towards a booth with a good view of the television and a small placard on the edge that said "Reserved" on it.

Ellen sat but couldn't take her eyes off the bartender. She was young, blonde, busty, had a great smile, and gave off a vibe that she was a little crazy. Ellen turned her stare away from the bartender as she approached and pretended to read the menu.

"Hey there, Von-Von," she said with a chipper attitude, taking back her placard, "I'm assuming you'll have the usual, what about your little friend?"

The phrase 'little friend' irked Ellen.

"Burnice," Lycaon said with a smile, "This is Ellen."

Burnice gasped and sat down next Ellen, "Oh my god, we have so much to catch up on and gossip about, you know how much this big softy talks about you, compliments you, you'd think you were his world the way he goes on and on about how you go above and beyond. You got your bike stolen, right? My friend does bikes, she could lend you one! Though you probably enjoy a ride to and fro from the boss, right?" She nudges Ellen's elbow suggestively, "If I'm talking too much, tell me, oh and he was telling us about how you would make sure he left at a reasonable hour. The newborn son- Brilliant!"

"You talk really fast," Ellen said. His world? Was she really that important to him?

"Thanks," Burnice smiled cutely, "What can I get you?"

"Uhm," Ellen glanced at the menu, "Whatever the boss is having, I guess."

"You like spicy food too, huh?" Burnice said, "Coming right up!"

"Wait, what?" Ellen realized a moment too late.

"Don't worry," Lycaon said, "When she comes back you can order something with an average flavor profile."

"What do you normally get?" Ellen asked.

Lycaon pointed to an item on the menu. It was a caricature of a chicken on fire, several klaxons and red lights flashing as it ran around a basket of wings absolutely drenched in a bright red sauce that had visible flakes of Serrano peppers in it. Ellen's stomach complained preemptively as it imagined the capsaicin coating its inner lining.

"Is that all?" Ellen feigned confidence, "Please I can handle a little smoke."

"Please don't eat them because you're worried about the expense," Lycaon said, "Burnice's prices are very fair."

"I'm not worried about the price, I'm-" Ellen paused, "You're buying?"

"Certainly," Lycaon insisted, "It was my idea to come here, it is only fair that I pay for your meal." Ellen fiddled with the hem of her skirt as a thought bounced around in her head. If Lycaon was buying dinner, then wouldn't that make this sort of like their first date?

Two large steins of beer appeared before them, Burnice had returned. "Wings will be out in just a moment," she said with a flirtatious giggle.

"She's a lot," Ellen said once Burnice was out of ear shot.

"She can be grating," Lycaon sipped the foam from the top of his stein, "But if you take it in stride, she can be an invaluable asset."

"Asset?" Ellen chuckled, "Please don't tell me you've run her through your risk assessment formula."

"I have," Lycaon smiled, "She is definitely risky, but every time I'm about to write her off, she proves her heart is made of gold and her conscience is clear. That makes her invaluable."

"Hmmm," Ellen leaned forward, "What about me? What does your formula say about me?"

The formula couldn't account for Ellen.

"It said you would be a trustworthy ally," Lycaon lied.

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Ellen loved the way the fur on Lycaon's chest felt between her fingers. She loved waking up before him and twisting small curls into it. His fur always smelled nice, no matter what they got up to. She would have to pester him about the conditioner he used. "Ellen," Lycaon grumbled, eyes closed, "Is there a reason you are trying to pull my fur off?"

"Sorry, boss," Ellen said, placing her hand flat on his chest, "Just admiring your luscious locks."

Lycaon opened an eye and glanced at his assistant. She was laying on her stomach, staring at him excitedly. Her pale skin reflected the morning light into his eyes. The shadow of two dimples on her lower back drew his focus, but as Ellen raised to her elbows, his eyes were drawn back to her generous chest.

"Good morning," she said, biting the tip of her tongue, "I take it you slept well?" Lycaon nodded, sighing loudly as he relinquished the grip sleep had on his consciousness. "I have to admit," Ellen wrapped an arm around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder, "When you passed out, I thought maybe I had hurt you."

"Did I pass out?" Lycaon asked, "That is a first."

"Overwhelmed by my beauty?" Ellen teased.

"Not to add to your worries," Lycaon continued, "Where are we?"

Ellen chuckled, "You said you needed a vacation." She straddled his hips, steadying herself against his pecs. Lycaon felt a wave of embarrassment as his morning wood poked Ellen's butt cheek. "I worked my magic, and got us this nice little villa on a secluded beach in Waifei," she sat taller as her hands floated to his waist.

"I see," Lycaon glanced out the bay window. The sunrise bounces rays of orange and purple light into their room, filling the ceiling with a light show matching the waves outside. "You said it was secluded?" He asked.

Ellen nodded, pressing herself against his morning erection.

"How secluded?" He wondered.

"Very," Ellen assured, sighing as he prodded her..

As Lycaon wondered where this back and forth would lead, he noticed several bite marks on Ellen's body. "What is all this?" He asked.

"You don't remember?" Ellen chuckled, "Don't worry, despite the marks you left behind, you were very gentle." Lycaon touched his fang-like canine with the pad of his thumb. Until this moment he was certain that he would remember if such a thing had occurred. Now as he stared the evidence in the face, he could not remember. "Lycaon," she said softly, "You're thinking about this too much."

"I'm sorry," Lycaon smirks, "Force of habit."

"It's a bad habit," Ellen says as she lays on top of him, her lips hovering against his jaw line, "You should focus on building better ones." Lycaon shivered as Ellen pressed her lips to his jaw, then kissed towards his neck. Without thinking, Lycaon grabbed her hip with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, encouraging her to keep going. Ellen smiled as Lycaon tilted his head away to expose more of his neck.

"I take it you have suggestions on how I could better myself?" Lycaon asked.

"I do," Ellen said softly in his ear. Lycaon gasped as Ellen guided his member gently into place. "First habit," Ellen said in a sultry tone, "Make more time to spend with me."

"Understood," Lycaon sighed as a familiar wet kiss from Ellen's nethers graced the tip of his cock, "Next?"

"Second habit," Ellen sighed into his ear as she forced herself onto him, "Fuck me, morning, noon, and night, you need to fuck me."

Lycaon released her neck, holding her hips with both hands. He moved his hips in a familiar rhythm, reveling in the sighs that escaped from Ellen's lips. He groaned as Ellen rolled her hips in a pleasurable counter rhythm.

"Finally," Ellen moaned as his slightly inflated knot threatened to push past her labia, "F-finally, impregnate me."

"I can't," Lycaon said.

"Boss," Ellen smirked, "It's a dream. Live a little."

He took Ellen's suggestion in stride.

Ellen gasped as Lycaon pressed his full length, knot and all, into her vagina. It felt even better than the night before. Sitting up straight, she bounced reverently on his cock, sighing at the bottom of each thrust.

Lycaon's eyes followed her bounce, focused on her chest as it followed her cadence. "You can touch them," Ellen said with a teasing smile. For a reason he couldn't place, he felt self conscious about his actions. Lusting like this after a coworker, Ellen was supposed to be his assistant, and he was supposed to be her mentor.

Those truths could not co-exist with the reality he was staring in the face. He couldn't justify it or resolve the countless open threads that lay before him.

"A dream?" Lycaon asked.

"Of course," Ellen smirked, "You really thought this was real?"

"No," Lycaon said, dismayed.

"Oh pup," Ellen sighed, pressing her full weight on his shaft, "You're too worried about reality. You have your perfect woman in front of you, impaling her on your glorious cock, and you're trying to figure out what is real or not?"

"Who are you?" Lycaon asked.

"I'm the version of Ellen your subconscious generates when your Id has control," Ellen explained, "Or rather, I'm a lustful incarnation of your hopes and desires." Ellen groped her own tits playfully, "They look real, don't you want to find out?"

"This isn't a dream at all," Lycaon said, pushing Ellen off his lap, "I want to wake up. I can't let myself succumb to this."

"Succumb?" A new Ellen asked. Standing naked in the doorway of his hotel room, she blocked his exit. He glanced around the room, more versions of Ellen began to fill the space.

"There's nothing to succumb to," an Ellen in office attire said.

"You're already enslaved to the idea," an Ellen in a tiny and revealing bikini insists.

"You may think you have free will," the first Ellen said, "But this has already been decided."

An Ellen with a round stomach and enlarged milk-laden breasts enters his eye line, "You and I are going to make such spectacular love. We'll consummate it over and over again. I'm thinking we have at least two kids, or maybe four."

"Why not go for six?" The Ellen blocking the door asked.

"Hell," the office attire Ellen approached and gripped his cock, "Just go for the full dozen at that point."

"We can't," Lycaon tried to insist, "This isn't right, I need to wake up!"

He pushed past the Ellen's surrounding him, but he isn't strong enough. They pulled him back onto the bed, tying his limbs to the bed posts. "You don't have a choice, pup," the pregnant Ellen said as she straddled his hips, "You're going to impregnate me, and we'll have such beautiful children."

"This is wrong," Lycaon insisted, closing his eyes tightly.

"No fair," one of the Ellen's complained, "He already got you pregnant!"

"Yeah, give us a turn for once," another Ellen complained.

"It's just as good as I remember," the pregnant Ellen moans, "Do you think our baby girl knows that's her father's cock knocking on my cervix?"

"No!" Lycaon shouted, "Enough!"

Lycaon woke on the floor of a shady motel room. His legs were still tangled in the sheets, but he managed to free himself. Pulling open the blinds, he found a brick wall. No beach, no rays of orange and purple light. It was cold, dark, and desolate.

As the phone on the bed side table rang, he jumped. Holding a hand to his chest, he crossed the room and answered. "Hello?" He asked, his voice still shaken.

"Goooooooooood morning, New Eridu Cityyyyyy!!!" An unusually happy Ellen said on the other end of the line, "This is your scheduled wake up call for 6 am, the weather outside is currently 68, the low for today, but don't put that sweater on just yet. We're in for some record highs today, topping out in the high 80s, it looks like summer came early this year."

"Ellen?" Lycaon asked.

"Yeah, boss?" Ellen replied.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"You're in the room next to mine," Ellen answered, "We're going to that conference you bought a table for? Wow, when you said you get jet lag really easily, I thought you were kidding."

"Afraid not," Lycaon rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I don't suppose I could request you call back in 30 minutes?"

"Sounds good to me," Ellen said, "Enjoy your nap."

"Thank you," Lycaon sighed, "Oh, Ellen!"

"Yeah, boss?" Ellen replied.

"There's a coffee place not far from here," he said, "It has a golden koi fish on the sign in front, can you-"

"Already checked it out," Ellen said, "That place closed down a couple years ago, but the sign is still up. Repurposed into one of those millennial burger bars."

"Drat," Lycaon complained.

"Woah, easy with the language," Ellen teased, "The good news is the original owner's daughter started a shop of her own. It's not as close to the conference center, but I'm guessing you want the same order?"

"A bear claw and a macchiato hold the foam," Lycaon said, "Yes, that would be delightful."

"Heard," Ellen answered, "Anything else?"

"No," Lycaon sighed, "Thank you, as always, Ellen."

"Of course," Ellen said, "This is the part where you say, 'What would I do without you', by the way."

Lycaon hung up before he said something stupid or regretful.

As he laid back in bed, he tried to close his eyes. Images from the nightmare that woke him haunted the corners of his vision. A different lewd recreation of Ellen peering to see if he was awake or if he was ready to start again. Rather than fight them off to grasp at what few moments of sleep were available to him, he decided what he needed was a cold shower.

As his fur was washed clean by arctic cold waters, it did nothing to hinder his erection.

"I'm just one room over," an echo of Ellen suggested.

"Just knock on my door," another insisted, "Don't you want to use my pretty mouth to get rid of that?"

Lycaon winced his eyes and gave in to the impulse. It felt stupid and childish to masturbate, but in his confused and tired state it seemed like the quickest solution. He sighed as he stroked himself, steadying himself against the shower wall.

"Don't you want some help?" An echo asked.

"Just picture us," another added, "We don't have to really be there."

Lycaon pursed his lips as his subconscious pictured one of the Ellen's sitting before him in the shower. "I knew you would pick me," the pregnant Ellen said, "You were focussed on my tits, the thought of sucking them dry must have you incredibly aroused."

"Quiet," he told the image, "I just need to-"

"Depriving our child of their mommy's milk," the Ellen stood and milked herself until his cock was covered with her ichor, "For such lewd endeavors." Lycaon stroked faster, urged on by the pregnant visage before him. "Keep going," she moaned, "Stroke yourself while you imagine my body riding your cock."

"Enough," Lycaon growled, "I just need to-"

"Fuck this stupid pussy," the visage stood and spread herself for Lycaon, "Get me pregnant and again, turn me inside out, fuck me until you can't-"

The phone rang.

Lycaon slammed his fist against the tile wall of the shower. "Ah well," the visage faded, "Until next time."

"Hello?" Lycaon said in a disgruntled growl.

"Jeez," Ellen chuckled, "Don't shoot the messenger."

Lycaon sighed and tried to center himself, "Apologies, I didn't get the best sleep last night."

"Hey, it's all good," Ellen said, "I didn't think it was personal."

"I appreciate it," he said with a sigh.

"You want another thirty minutes?" Ellen asked gently.

"I fear it wouldn't help," Lycaon admitted, resigned to a day of yawning, extra coffee, and sugary treats.

"Well," Ellen sighs, "I'm bout to get dressed and head out, you're welcome to join me."

Lycaon stared at his erection. He felt disgusted with himself. "Ellen," he said, "What outfit were you planning on wearing?" He grabbed his cock and began to stroke it slowly.

"You know what I normally wear to these work things," Ellen smiled, "But if you must know, I brought yoga pants and an assortment of vividly colorful camisoles to wear when I'm not doing work oriented activities. Then once you get your prescribed caffeine delivery mechanism, I'll wear the usual skirt and button up blouse."

"Yoga pants?" Lycaon asked, holding back a sigh, "Those are the uhm-"

"You don't know what yoga pants are?" Ellen teased, "You know, college girls wear them to all their classes, they're like black, skin tight, super comfy, but give their butts a little extra lift."

"Not yours?" Lycaon joked.

"Oh, my butt does just fine on its own," Ellen said with a laugh, "In fact, I need to start going to the gym again."

"I doubt that," Lycaon complimented, a sheen grew on his cock as pre-cum began leaking from its tip.

"No, I do," Ellen chuckled, "I mean, I'm not like an unhealthy weight, but I miss it."

"You used to work out regularly?" Lycaon inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Mhm!" Ellen said. She was curious about her boss' sudden interest in her activities outside work. But the attention felt nice, and she didn't give it much more thought. "One time I entered a squatting challenge, one of those intramural weight lifting competitions," Ellen continued, "I didn't do too bad either."

"First place?" Lycaon asked, a lightness to his breath as his eyes fluttered. Ellen heard the hint of a sigh in his tone. It made her bite her bottom lip.

"No," Ellen's hand dipped into her pajama shorts, "ninth actually, but I had a lot of fun. That is the important part, right?" She exhaled slowly as she began to rub between her legs.

"It is," Lycaon said, sighing again. He was getting closer, the head of his shaft pulsed against his palm.

Ellen couldn't be sure what the sigh meant, but it made her excited either way. "What about you, boss?" Ellen asked, the same breathy tone to her voice.

"I used to lift," Lycaon admitted, "I'm out of practice though."

"We should go together then," Ellen said, "I could use a spotter until I get the hang of it." Her eye lids fluttered as she began to rub faster. Her clit twitched against the pad of her finger as she stroked it.

"I will see about-" Lycaon breathed in sharply, "Renewing my membership."

"Yeah," Ellen sighed, "Yeah, you should do that."

"What about you?" Lycaon asked, his shaky breath audible over the speaker.

"What about me?" Ellen retorted, a needy sigh escaping her lips and gracing Lycaon's ear.

"Your membership," Lycaon asked, flexing his hips as he stroked harder, "You will need one, yes?"

"I can afford it," Ellen insisted.

"Nonsense," Lycaon retorted, "I'll put you under my account." Ellen bit her lip as he growled and grunted. "Ellen," he said with a neediness that could not be ignored.

"Lycaon," Ellen said, reflecting his tone back at him.

She sighed as he grunted into the speaker, almost as if spasming, like he had been holding something back but lost control of it in that moment. After the grunting stopped, all Ellen heard on the other end was his heavy breathing. It was filled with lust and want. Or maybe that was her prescribing her own fantasy onto the unknown.

"Boss?" Ellen asks.

"Apologies, Ellen," Lycaon said, "I uh- stubbed my toe."

"Right," Ellen slowed her hand as she sensed the scene was about to end, "Need me to call first aid?"

"No, no," Lycaon sighed, "I'll take care of it."

"Alright," Ellen said with an emotionally charged sigh, "Bear claw, macchiato with no foam?"

"Correct," Lycaon said with a sigh, "Thank you."

"Oh no," Ellen chuckled and bit her lip playfully for no one, "Thank you!"

As Ellen hung up the phone, Lycaon stood from the bed and assessed the mess he had made. Washing his hand in the sink, he did his best to clean his spunk from the carpet. Stripping the sheets from the bed, he hopped back into the shower to wash the disgusted feeling away.

It didn't work.

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"Well..." Ellen said, smiling awkwardly at her boss, "Good night, I guess."

"Good night, Ellen," Lycaon said, smiling warmly at his assistant, "Good work today as always."

"Yeah, thanks," Ellen hopped out of the SUV and threw on her canvas bag, "Same time Monday morning?"

"Yup," Lycaon said, "See you then."

"Definitely," Ellen said, feeling the awkwardness fading from her smile.

She walked the short path up to her apartment building, entered the code into the number pad to unlock the entrance, and stood in the air-lock-like glass entryway. Was she really going to do it this time?

Ellen turned to head back to her boss' car, but he was already pulling out of the parking spot. "Next time," Ellen muttered to herself, "Next time I'll invite him up."

As Ellen returned to her apartment, she found it in a particularly messy state. Perhaps it was good that she didn't invite him up tonight. It would have been embarrassing for him to see this.

Grabbing several trash bags, she combed through her apartment removing old take out containers and taco wrappers. She gathered up the soda cans she left half finished, and tossed the moldy food from her fridge. Opening the dishwasher, she put away all the dishes that were clean and loaded it up with the dirty ones she found in her adventure.

Before she closed it, she doubled back to her bedroom to grab a special toy off her bed. It was a dildo shaped to a tender point with a bulbous knot at the bottom. Recently it was the only thing that could distract her long enough to go to sleep. Even though she used a condom each time, it was due for a thorough rinse in the dishwasher.

With that loaded, she was left with a quandary. What would she preoccupy herself with while she waited for the dishwasher to finish? Maybe she could crochet, or play video games, or cook food.

Ellen did none of those things. Instead, she sat on the floor of her kitchen and stared at the dish washer. It was a newer model. That meant it took forever to finish. She alternated between tapping her foot incessantly and rocking back and forth.

The dishwasher hummed a new frequency and then stopped. Ellen hopped to her feet, only to find the dishwasher still locked. It had yet to drain.

"Sonovabitch!" She complained to no one.

Sitting back down on the kitchen floor, she rested her back against the dishwasher. Its warmth felt nice and calming, but did little to distract her from the need she felt between her legs. Truth was that since that phone call, her own touch hadn't felt like it was enough.

It felt so raw, so real, so sexy. Hearing Lycaon's gruff voice asking her questions. The soft sighs he emitted. The pained grunt as he "stubbed his toe", or whatever lie he came up with. Her prim and proper boss had done something scandalous and it was all she could think about anymore. She wanted to ask him, to confirm it, to be sure without a doubt the type of moment they shared.

But alas, she never did.

The lock on the dishwasher door clicked. Ellen stood up, opened the door and grabbed her soft plastic friend. Holding it to her face, she imagined Lycaon's hand grabbing her by the back of the head, pressing her face into his crotch. It would smell pleasant and clean. That's just the type of guy he was. The warmth of the soft plastic against her lips made her heart backflip comically.

Ellen refused to come to terms with the fact that Lycaon was likely not this big. The toy was oversized to satisfy a particular fetish that Ellen did not have, but she did understand it. The first time she pressed the full length inside of her and watched her womb and bladder lift and press against her stomach, it clicked for her.

Plopping onto her bed, Ellen shimmied out of her pajama shorts then pulled a fresh condom from her bedside table. Unraveling it onto the phallus, Ellen made sure to give herself plenty of time before attempting to insert it.

Setting it on her body pillow, she pretended she was straddling Lycaon’s hips. “You just sit there and relax,” Ellen said, each word dripping with a sultry desire, “Let mommy handle the- PFFFTTT!!” As she laughed at herself, she wondered if Lycaon was the type to laugh and joke during sex. He seemed so serious at work, could that be a sign that he liked to be goofy in his off time?

Ellen rubbed herself against the length of the dildo, sighing as the veins and bumps stimulated her. A shudder rolled through her hips as her clit dragged along the cock's shaft. She stabilized herself by putting her hands on the body pillows pecs. “You’re blushing,” she teased, “You’re cute when you blush.”

The body pillow couldn’t respond.

“So pathetic,” Ellen said, falling to one side of the body pillow. She spent her night thinking about how Lycaon grunted into the receiver. He was alone in that hotel room. What would have happened if she had joined him?

Lycaon lived in a brownstone on a block of about ten other houses. The red brick drew his eye and he became enamored with its quaint charm. On the door step was a box, he stared at "it" and felt nothing but shame and regret. "It" came in a discreet package, as the online advertisement said "it" would. An impulse purchase to settle a feeling he no longer had.

He picked "it" up and brought "it" inside. "What an idiotic thing to do," he chided himself, "I'll just throw it out."

As he opened the box, the feeling returned. He couldn't help but inspect the material. He ran his finger along the plastic labia and clitoris. As he prodded the hole with his knuckle, he felt a tightness in his chest as it gave and accepted him.

Rifling through the packaging, he found a manual filled with tips and tricks, proper care and maintenance, and the warranty. As he removed the brown paper that acted as packing, he found a small packet of lube and a coupon for 10% off his next purchase.

He carried the toy upstairs to his bedroom, warming the small packet in his hand. "Stupid, stupid," he muttered to himself, "So stupid." His business attire came off easily. Sitting in his boxers, he felt an immense confusion as his mind and his body warred for control.

His mind tried to be logical. It reminded him that these were totally normal impulses, driven by his own instincts to procreate after finding a suitable mate. It told him that bodies always responded in ways that were illogical, they were fueled by random electrical synapses in grey matter that followed reliable paths of neuroplasticity.

His body was much more simple in its explanation. It told him to pour the lube into the toy and use it.

And he did.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of something interesting to accompany his actions. But all he found were images of Ellen. Nothing so fantastical as the Ellen from his nightmares. She wore one of his button ups and her underwear. A simple black silk panty that hugged her hips perfectly.

"Boss?" She asked, "Your thing is..."

"I'm sorry," he thought, "I could use your help."

The Ellen in his mind smirked, then crawled to his side. "My help?" She teased, "Or do you want me to take over?"

"The latter," he thought, tilting his head to bring his lips closer.

"Ah, ah, ah," Ellen pulled her lips away, "Not yet." Lycaon sighed as the imaginary Ellen took the toy from his hand and began to stroke him. He clutched the comforter as he began to pant. "You like that?" She whispered in his ear, "You like pretending this stupid plastic is my pretty pussy?"

"You wouldn't say something like that," Lycaon answered.

"I'm not me though," Ellen responded, "I'm just your imagination." Lycaon smothered a thought, but he was too late. "But you wish it was me, right?" She asked, "You wish I was next to you, no... you wish I was underneath you."

Lycaon tried to focus on his stroking, but the Ellen in his mind persisted.

"Such nasty thoughts," she teased, "Do you think about impregnating all of your coworkers?" Lycaon was close, he growled as he stroked harder. "You want to press me up against the wall," she continued, "Lift my skirt, and then take me from behind."

Lycaon tried to ignore the thought.

"This fantasy is very naughty, Boss," Ellen chided, "You're supposed to get my consent before you do those kinds of things to me."

"I would never hurt, Ellen," Lycaon insisted.

"I want you to hurt me," she whispered, "I want you to fuck me until I cry, impregnate me again and again, make me into your precious hole. Bully me, train me, make me your play thing. The moment you put this filthy cock in me, I'm going to be addicted. I'm going to be enslaved by the pleasure of your hot meat splitting me open."

"Enough!" Lycaon growled. He felt like a prisoner to his own imagination. The feeling would not go away until it was resolved with a climax. Unable to escape from his thoughts, he leaned into the fantasy and something deeper inside of him clicked. He imagined himself grabbing Ellen by the waist and throwing her onto the bed. She laid on her stomach, presented her ass to him. He pulled down Ellen's panties then slapped her ass as hard as he could.

"OW!" The imaginary Ellen complained but smiled teasingly at Lycaon, "That hurt."

"Buying this toy was stupid," he admitted. With his hand on the small of Ellen's back, he held her gently in place. She flinched as the head of his cock brushed between her labia. She moaned as the head quickly dipped into her vagina. She was ready, more than ready, she was a needy dripping mess obsessed with his cock. He leaned over her and whispered harshly in her ear, "It was a waste of money to buy this when I had a perfectly good toy at home."

"Ugh," Ellen moaned as his cock slid inside of her, "Your knot, it's so swollen!"

"Take it," he grunted, "Take my cock into your slutty pussy."

"Yes!" Ellen groaned, wincing as Lycaon forced his knot inside her, "Oh fuck, you're so big!"

Ellen twitched as Lycaon sighed. She loved the way he sighed, the way he groaned and grunted, every noise he made was like a key to unlocking a new obsession. "Why did you stop?" Ellen asked.

Lycaon didn't answer. He couldn't. He was focused on watching Ellen's pussy envelope his knot. Ellen sighed loudly as her lips encompassed his swollen base.

Crack

"What was that?" Lycaon asked.

"Nothing," Ellen answered, "Not important. You should be focusing on fucking my sweet cu-" Lycaon didn't let her finish. He gripped her by the waist and slammed her onto his dick as hard as he could. "Holy shit," Ellen moaned, "My cervix! You're fucking my cervix!"

"I'm going to cum in your pathetic womb," Lycaon grunted in her ear, "You're going to thank me by sucking my cock until I cum down your throat."

"Oh fuck," Ellen groaned as the tip pierced her cervix, "I love when you tell me exactly how you're going to fuck me." But something felt off. The pressure and grip of Ellen's hole felt different suddenly.

"Tighten up," Lycaon commanded as he smacked her ass again, "Your pussy shouldn't be this loose already."

"I'm sorry," Ellen whimpered, "I'm trying but you're just so- MPH big!"

Lycaon opened his eyes. The black plastic case that held the soft plastic had split down the side. "Broken in less than one use," Lycaon let his head fall back on his pillow, "So pathetic."

"I hope your weekend was restful," Lycaon said, handing her the ritualistic cup of coffee. Ellen took the coffee and held it to her chest.

"It was," Ellen said, sheepishly, "Hey, you remember that phone call? You know, when we were at that hotel?"

"I do," Lycaon sipped his paper cup carefully as he remembered the awful thing he did.

Ellen sipped her cup.

"Did you want to discuss it further?" Lycaon asked.

"Uhm," Ellen began to blush, "No, er- it's not that I don't want to, it's just- there was something that happened on that call and it's been on my mind recently."

Lycaon turned away, opting to people gaze. He should come out and apologize, he knew that much. But his gut kept telling him to direct the conversation elsewhere.

"You said-" Ellen squeezed her coffee cup and summoned her courage, "That you would give me a membership to your gym, right?" Lycaon turned back to Ellen. Her cheeks were flush, she couldn't look him in the eyes, and she wiggled in place anxiously. He found her sudden nervous compulsions to be quite endearing. "That's what you said, right?" Ellen confirmed.

"I did say that," Lycaon smiled.

"Well," Ellen waited.

"I will add you today," he said confidently, "We could go together this weekend."

"Yeah, it's a da-uh, deal," Ellen said, smiling widely in hops of distracting from her school girl error. Lycaon hadn't noticed how jagged her smile was before this moment. He also never noticed the soft pink sheen to her lips as the last orange rays of the morning sun rained down upon her heavenly form. "What?" She asked, covering her mouth, "Oh my god, do I have something in my teeth?"

"No, no," Lycaon chuckled. Moving to the driver side, he rubbed his chest softly. There was an odd buzzing sensation that he couldn't place. 

"But you'd tell me if there was, right?" Ellen confirmed as she slid into the passenger seat.

"I would tell you," Lycaon assured.

"Good," she smiled. As Lycaon put the car in drive, Ellen leaned into the door and gently prodded her sternum. Her heart was beating too fast, and she was worried Lycaon would think something was wrong. Something was wrong, but it was wrong in the best way possible.

"Have you ever done lifting before?" Lycaon asked, "Or just squatting?"

"Nothing more than the occasional tiny dumb bell lift to warm up," Ellen admitted, "Why do you ask?"

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"This is bullshit," Ellen complained as she lifted the bar into the air.

"No it isn't," Lycaon insisted, "Two more reps."

"You said that two reps ago," Ellen said, grunting as she lowered the bar back down to her chest.

Lycaon was impressed with her form. It was good for someone who "doesn't worry about her arms" and "focuses on glutes." He was shocked how little running was involved in her cardio routine, opting instead for an hour on the stair machine.

"There isn't even any weights on the bar," Lycaon insists, "You can do two more."

"I'm quitting," Ellen threatened, "If you ever make me do this again, I'm quitting."

Lycaon took the bar from Ellen with one hand and easily lifted it back into place. "It only weighs thirty pounds," Lycaon said in a poor attempt to encourage his work out partner, "You lift that all the time."

"No, it's fifteen kilograms," Ellen corrected, "That is thirty-three pounds and some change." As she sat up, Lycaon snuck a glance at her outfit. An over sized t-shirt with an airport code he couldn't remember covered a black sports bra and a pair of black exercise shorts. A white hand towel rested on a water bottle by her side. Her white sneakers had turned gray and were worn out and cracked from years of use, but her socks were white and looked like they had been bought yesterday.

"Did you do that in your head?" Lycaon wondered out loud.

"Yeah," Ellen retorted, wiping the sweat from her brow with a hand towel, "Like it's hard."

"It isn't, but-" Lycaon decided it was best to bite his tongue, "Shall we quit this early and move on to squats?"

"No," Ellen said with a sigh, "I want to finish it."

Lycaon smirked.

"Sorry for threatening to quit," Ellen said as she removed her cover. Lycaon politely looked away as she got into place and grabbed the bar again. Noticing he wasn't looking, Ellen took a moment to assess his appearance. A baby blue muscle tee, black basketball shorts, and black sneakers with black tube socks. He fit right in with all the other muscle bound jocks in the gym. As he turned back to look at her, she smiled.

"Ready to go again?" Lycaon asked, doing his best to not glance at her bra.

"Definitely," she said, grabbing the bar with both hands and lifting it from the rack. Ellen focused on a point in the ceiling and did her best to ignore the many folds in Lycaon's shorts. Surely one of them had to be his- No, the point on the ceiling that looks like a smiley face. She had to focus on that, and not on how close his cock is to her- smiley face now! God, she wanted to open her mouth wide and take him down her throat while his hands wrapped around her- Focus!

"Two more reps," Lycaon encouraged, "Then you can call it."

"Is that actually two?" Ellen grunted and hoped her blush didn't grow any deeper, "Or are you just saying that?"

"Would it really help if I gave you the count?" He asked with a smirk.

Ellen chuckled, almost losing her grip, "Okay, no jokes while I'm lifting."

"Apologies," Lycaon said, "Two more reps."

"Oh fuck off," Ellen muttered to herself. But, true to his word, two reps later Lycaon took the bar from her hands and placed it back on the rack.

"That was good," Lycaon said, "For someone who has never lifted, your form was impressive."

"Thanks," Ellen said, rubbing her shoulder, "I watched a lot of lifting videos last night to try and get it down."

"Did you pull something?" Lycaon asked, kneeling beside Ellen.

"Hm?" Ellen looked confused, "No, I just-" She paused as Lycaon began to massage the sore muscle. His firm grasp on her shoulder held her in place, but it was the relief that emanated from his touch that kept her there.

"It is important we treat injuries as they appear," Lycaon instructed, "If something hurts, you should tell me immediately." Goose bumps grew all over Ellen's body, her nipples stiffened as Lycaon gently rubbed into her shoulder blade.

"Okay," Ellen said, trying to hold back a sigh, "It was sore in a good way, not like I had-" The sigh escaped her lips. The two looked at each other. The real world had suddenly come crashing back into their lives as they remembered the antithetical positions they held.

"Right," Lycaon politely tapped Ellen's shoulder, "All better?"

"Yeah," Ellen said, covering her chest with one arm and grabbing her cover with the other, "Much better, thank you."

"Apologies," Lycaon said softly, "If you need to bring this up with HR, I can-" Ellen guffawed at the suggestion.

"No, no," Ellen smiled, "It wasn't unwanted, it was just-" Lycaon turned away as he felt a blush grow on his cheek. "I don't think I was actually hurt."

"Right," Lycaon coughed out his anxieties, "Well, better safe than infirm-ed."

"Sure," Ellen slipped back into her cover, "I think I'm going to use the stair machine until you're ready to go."

"Sounds good," Lycaon answered.

"Yup!" Ellen stood and rushed to the stair machine, unable to handle how awkward she had made the conversation. Slamming her bottle and towel into the holder on the machine, she punched in her usual pacing and incline and grumbled to herself. "It wasn't unwanted?" She asked quietly, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Mind if I join you?" A blue haired beauty hops onto the stair machine next to her.

"Sure," Ellen said, "Not like I own the place."

"Cool," the woman smiled. Ellen looked her up and down, she was cute, wore a more colorful version of her own outfit, but was an inch or two shorter. "My name is Belle, by the way," the woman extends her hand.

"Uh, sorry, hands are a little-" Ellen wiped her palms on her towel, "Ellen, Ellen Joe."

"Nice to meet you, Ellen Joe," Belle smiled, "You know, I haven't seen you here before, did you just join?"

"Yeah, today's my first day," Ellen said, struggling with small talk, "You?"

"No, I'm a regular," Belle says, upping the speed on her machine, "Me and this place go way back."

"Cool," Ellen said, matching Belle's speed.

"A lot of old faces have been coming by recently," Belle said, looking off in Lycaon's direction, "It's good to see them again."

"Right," Ellen wondered why she felt jealous when she had no idea who this woman was.

"You and Lycaon came together, right?" Belle asked bluntly.

"We did," Ellen answered, matching the bluntness.

"It's just weird is all," Belle continued snooping, "Lycaon is normally a loner, you know, he comes in, does a few reps, stares meaningfully at the floor, and then leaves. First time he's ever brought a lady by." Belle increased the incline by two degrees.

"Well," Ellen increased her incline by three degrees, "What can I say?"

"I mean, how do you two know each other?" Belle asked.

"Why do you care?" Ellen retorted.

"It's nothing," Belle shrugged, "Only that its a change, and Lycaon doesn't seem like the type capable of change."

"Rude," Ellen muttered.

"Oh Ellen," Belle playfully swatted her shoulder, "You know what I mean."

"No, I don't," Ellen could feel her cheeks turning red.

"I just didn't think he was into us women-folk," Belle said, "Most of these muscle jocks are- well, it's impolite to make assumptions."

"It is," Ellen added.

"But Lycaon, he's such a caring guy," Belle continued, unfettered by Ellen's disinterest in talking with her, "I always assumed he was married, but never saw a ring."

"Like yours?" Ellen asked.

"Oh this?" Belle smiled at the wedding band on her ring finger, "Well, we have an agreement."

"Fun," Ellen prayed for the sweet embrace of death.

"Yeah, every year we give each other a list of exceptions," Belle continued, "You know, celebrities, porno actors, couples we're friends with, models, strangers we've met in passing. Then if the chance ever comes up, we can partake guilt free."

"How unique," Ellen added. She bumped the incline a few more degrees.

"It is," Belle chimed, increasing her speed, "As I'm sure you can imagine, Lycaon has been on that list every year since I met him."

"Fawning over a guy you've never really talked to?" Ellen accused.

"Oh we've done more than talk," Belle said as she increased her speed again.

"How fascinating," Ellen said as she felt her skin turn an ugly shade of green. She looked over at Lycaon, catching him glancing at them in the mirror that covered the far wall. Or was he staring at his former paramour, Belle?

"Nothing on the base system, mind you," Belle said, "But we had dinner once or twice." Belle increased the speed again. Ellen wondered what she had to prove. Did she have to be better than her? Ellen pressed the button to increase the incline. Why did she feel so angry? Why did she care? Why did the words that came from this stranger's lips make her so-

"Ellen!" Lycaon shouted as he saw her fall in the reflection. Ellen found herself tumbled over, ass in the air, groaning as her head left a sizable impression on the drywall behind the stair machines.

"Son of a bitch!" Ellen complained as she held the back of her head.

"Don't move," Lycaon said, kneeling beside her, he put his hand on the welt that was forming. Ellen winced in pain. "Where does it hurt?" He asked.

"My pride," Ellen complained. There were too many eyes on her, she wanted to wither away and disappear. This was the type of attention she did not like.

"Well if you can joke," Lycaon smiled, then turning to one of the attendants began to instruct them on the supplies and paperwork he would require from them. The anxious attendant scurried into the back office.

"Boss," Ellen grunted, "Please, just kill me."

"Why would I do such a thing?" Lycaon asked.

"I'm afraid if you don't," Ellen winced as Lycaon gently pressed against the back of her head, "Gah- the embarrassment will do it first."

"You'd prefer dying by your boss' hand than your own embarrassment?" Lycaon chuckled, "Well it doesn't seem broken, but we should visit an urgent care just in case." The attendant returned with an ice pack and a very official looking blue paper folder and assured them everything would be taken care of by their insurance.

"I'm fine," Ellen said, "No need to make a fuss-" She stumbled for a moment. Thankfully, Lycaon was there to catch her this time.

"Come," Lycaon insisted, "If you don't come willingly, I will be forced to carry you."

"Boss, really, I'm fine, I just- Ope!" She gasped as Lycaon lifted her into his arms. At least she knew that fantasy wasn't a pipe dream.

"I'll drive you there right away," Lycaon insisted. A few of the rubber-neckers applauded Lycaon's feat of strength, while the rest returned to their protein powder saturated work out routines.

As the attention focused on Ellen began to fade, she couldn't help but glance at Belle to see what she thought of this. Her face was contorted into a sly smirk, as if to say, "You go girl!" For some reason, it pissed Ellen off.

"I met your friend," Ellen said quietly, "That blue haired woman." She wondered why she felt the need to confirm what Belle said with him. As if it mattered to her one bit who his friends were and whether they wanted to sleep with him or not. Or did she just want to know if he wanted to sleep with them?

"What blue haired woman?" Lycaon asked, looking around to see who Ellen could be talking about.

Ellen smiled warmly at Lycaon, but before he could notice Belle behind them, she wrapped her arms around him. "Sorry, felt like I was slipping," she lied.

"Not to worry," Lycaon said, "I've got you."

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"Oh Ellen," Seth chuckled, "I swear you're such a gas." Lycaon groaned at his desk, but it did nothing to dissuade Seth.

"Thanks, Seth," Ellen said, trying to appear busy. Somehow Seth always knew the right time to come over and be a nuisance. Not that he was ever rude or gave unwanted advances. Ellen just didn't want to make friends with her coworkers. She liked eating alone. She liked saying good bye to them as they left and not thinking about them until the next work day.

"Say you remember that movie I was telling you about?" Seth asks, "The ones with the aliens and the mystery?"

There were too many possible movies that fit that description. "Vaguely," Ellen said, "What's up?" It had been several minutes since Ellen made eye contact with Seth, but for some reason he continued to hover around her desk. She contemplated removing the wheels from his office chair after he left.

"Oh it's nothing," Seth said, missing several social cues, "Its just playing at the local theater and I was wondering if you wanted to see it?"

"I'll check it out," Ellen said, also missing social cues.

"Great," Seth beamed, "Should I pick you up or did you want to meet there?"

Ellen stopped typing gibberish into a blank document. "Sorry, meet where?" She asked.

"At the movies?" Seth smiled, "I got us tickets for the 7pm showing, but if we get there around 6:30pm we can get good seats and snacks. Unless you want to sneak snacks in."

"Oh Seth," Ellen grimaced, "I'm sorry, I'm not-"

It was at this moment that Lycaon decided he had heard enough. Seth sat up straight as Lycaon appeared from his office. "Seth," he said, placing his hand at the base of Ellen's neck, "While I appreciate you making friends with your coworkers, let's focus on our work until the day is done." Ellen sat up straight as his thumb pressed against the side of her neck.

"Oh, sure thing!" Seth said, "I'll catch up with you later Ellen." With that he zoomed away back to his desk.

"I could have handled it," Ellen said, wondering if there was any meaning to attach to the way Lycaon's thumb rubbed the side of her neck.

"I know," Lycaon said softly, "I was tired of listening to him babble." It wasn't until Ellen's tail flicked his ankle that he understood something was amiss. He pulled back his hand when he saw where his thumb had been rubbing.

She tried not to think about how possessive Lycaon's actions felt. She tried not to think about how he touched her not as a colleague, but as someone protecting a thing they owned. She tried not to think about what Lycaon's hand would feel like wrapped around her throat. She tried, and she failed.

As he sat at his desk, he held is thumb to his nose. It smelled like vanilla and rosewater. Maybe a hint of lavender? He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. As he pulled his hand away to continue editing the contract before him, he could still smell the scent. He could still smell her.

"Boss," Ellen leaned into the door to his office, "Headed to the quick mart for some snacks, you need anything?"

"No, thank you," he said, then thought better, "Ellen, you know those sodas you drink that taste like jet fuel?"

"Sure," Ellen chuckled.

"They make a white one," Lycaon continued, "I don't know what the flavor is, only that it comes in a white can."

"Ah, green jet fuel is no good, but white jet fuel is enough for your heightened palette," Ellen teased, "Don't worry, I'll grab you one."

"I appreciate it," he said with a smile.

"Good work, today," Lycaon said as he prepared his things to leave. For once, they were leaving on time and not two hours late. As had become their tradition, Friday evenings were spent at Burnice's bar and grill. It gave them both a chance to unwind and destress, and it gave Ellen more opportunities to be intimate or personable with Lycaon. She never took them, but she thought a lot about doing so.

"Yeah, you too," Ellen said with a stretch. Lycaon watched as the blouse struggled against her chest. He analyzed how it lifted and came loose from her skirt, revealing the slightest bit of her pale, tender stomach. Before Ellen could catch him, he looked away. "You're still down to go to Burnice's, right?" Ellen asked.

"Certainly," Lycaon smiled, "I look forward to it each week."

Ellen hid her blushing. The thought of him looking forward to spending time with her made her insides warm and bubbly. "Yeah, me too," she admitted quietly.

Lycaon waited patiently as Ellen finished collecting her things. It was the polite thing to do. As they walked together, Lycaon rubbed his thumb against his nose. The smell of rose water and vanilla had faded hours ago, but he checked anyways.

"I can't wait to fall asleep on my couch," Ellen said as they waited for the elevator.

"Not your bed?" Lycaon teased.

"I mean," Ellen let her shoulders fall, "I sleep on my bed, but napping on my couch just feels so good."

"I see," Lycaon chuckled, "Mine gives me back pain."

"You should get a new couch," Ellen retorted. The elevator dinged and opened its doors to let them in. Ellen pressed the button for the garage and wrapped her cardigan around her arms. "Can I ask you something?" She starts, "How did you even end up going to Burnice's in the first place?"

Lycaon shrugs, "It had good reviews online."

"But you were just looking up sports bars?" Ellen wonders. The elevator doors stutter menacingly as they close.

"No," Lycaon chuckles, "The bar I used to go to closed when the owner retired. Burnice is the closest I've found to filling that hole in my heart."

"I see," Ellen smiled. As she looked up at the floor indicator, she furrowed her brow. "What the hell does that mean?" She asked, pointing to the seven segment display.

All the segments had been filled and a dot in the bottom right was flashing steadily. Lycaon sighed angrily, "I fear we will be late for our reservation."

"How did you convince a sports bar to take a reservation for you," Ellen replied.

"I asked politely," Lycaon answered. He pressed the emergency button on the panel next to the keyhole that housed the override mechanism. The lights in the elevator turned off, replaced by red emergency lights.

A voice, distorted by years of wear, asked if they needed help.

"Yes," Lycaon said rolling his eyes, "The elevator is stuck. The floor indicator has a flashing light."

No answer.

"I suppose we wait?" Ellen asked.

"I suppose so," Lycaon sighed. Setting his briefcase down, he leaned against the back wall of the elevator and crossed his arms. Ellen followed his lead, staring at one of the corners on the floor.

"Any idea how long this will take?" Ellen asked.

"Nope," Lycaon admitted.

Ellen thought this might be a good time to bring up the way she had been feeling. Then she realized that was a stupid thought and this was entirely the wrong time. She glanced at Lycaon, he looked emotionless and like he didn't want to be disturbed.

Uncrossing her arms, Ellen let them fall to her side and did her best not to come off as antsy or anxious. Then Lycaon looked at her. She wondered if this was it. Could this be the moment that he finally lets those walls down and she can finally admit her feelings?

"Do you-" Lycaon hesitated, but continued, "Do you wear lotion?"

Ellen looked up at Lycaon. He returned his gaze back to the floor for fear that Ellen might read his thoughts through his eyes. "I mean," Ellen chuckles, "Yeah, it's not too overwhelming, is it?"

"No," Lycaon answered, "No, it smells nice. Rose water, right?"

Ellen nodded, "And vanilla."

"Nothing else?" Lycaon tried to confirm.

"Not that I can tell," Ellen replied, then she reached into her bag to search for the bottle she kept on her, "I might have it with me, I can-" She paused as Lycaon leaned into her, his nose shiny in the dim light. His eyes were low, his expression remained flat and emotionless.

"I thought I smelled lavender earlier," he says, his nose inches from Ellen's neck.

"I don't know," Ellen sighed. He was close. He could be closer. She wanted him closer.

Lycaon closed his eyes. As his olfactory sense grew in power, he could picture the outline of Ellen's body. Her neck emanated a rich smell, it warmed the elevator as blood pulsed quickly through her arteries. He breathed her in.

As he exhaled, Ellen felt euphoric as his breath danced along her neck. "Boss," Ellen said softly, "I've been meaning to-"

The elevator lurched to life, the lights turned bright around them. Both lost their footing as the chassis of the elevator bounced in its revivification process. Lycaon managed to brace himself against the wall, but Ellen was not as lucky.

She laid on the floor, underneath Lycaon. As she stared up at him, she wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed or excited. Lycaon reached down, placing his hand beside her head. "Ellen," Lycaon said, "Are you alright?"

Ellen was more than alright. Even though adrenaline was coursing through her veins, she felt safe. In this position, she thought about how easy it would be for Lycaon. She knew in her heart of hearts that he never would.

It made her sad to think they might never be.

"What is wrong?" He asked.

Ellen smiled, "Nothing, I just-" Lycaon cupped her cheek, halting her words.

"You seemed," Lycaon sighed, "listless for a moment."

"Well... yeah," Ellen admitted, "You don't feel it?" She couldn't believe the words had left her mouth. A moment of weakness spurred on by adrenaline. As she inspected her boss' eyes for any sign of adoration towards her, she found nothing but her own pathetic reflection. "Never mind," she chuckled, "I'm not making sense."

Lycaon thought she made perfect sense. But he wasn't in a position to pursue. He had never considered that she could ever feel any sort of way about him.

"I know what you mean," Lycaon said softly, "I- I have been having these feelings."

Ellen nodded.

"I don't know what to do with them," Lycaon breathed in sharply as anxiety gripped his heart, "I thought I could ignore them but-" Ellen wrapped her arms behind her boss' neck and pulled him into her. Lycaon put an arm behind her back and squeezed her tightly. Ellen sighed as his muzzle pressed against her neck. Lycaon hummed happily as his nose was filled with the scent of rosewater and vanilla.

It wasn't a kiss like both of them had hoped for. But as they embraced each other, their hearts sung out in unison. The moment was more meaningful than any kiss they could imagine. A validation of feelings and an expelling of fears that resulted in this mutual show of emotional intimacy.

But fear was a demon that could not be defeated by a single hug. Lycaon pulled away first, then Ellen unwrapped her arms. To prove fear could not defeat them, they both retaliated. 

Lycaon held Ellen's waist in his hand, gently gliding it down to her hips. As he sighed, the breath from his lungs descended upon her neck line and whispered to her quietly, "I cannot put into words how I feel about you."

Ellen held her hands on Lycaon's shoulders, then cupped his neck. She rubbed her thumb along his jawline. She told him without words but in no uncertain terms, "Thank you, I feel the same."

As the elevator dinged and opened its doors, Ellen and Lycaon were standing next to each other. Not a hint of the intimacy they had shared a moment ago. "To Burnice's?" Lycaon asked as he got into the drivers seat of his SUV.

"Yeah," Ellen smiled, "I want to try those wings again."

Lycaon raised an eye brow, "You didn't seem to like them last time." As he put the car into drive, he flinched when something touched his hand. Ellen was looking at the other cars in the garage, blushing as Lycaon took her hand in his. "Are you sure?" Lycaon asked.

"Yeah," Ellen said, "I'm very sure."

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"Hello?" A short woman with green-ish blonde hair anxiously stood in Ellen's peripheral vision.

"Can I help you?" Ellen asked, pretending to work on something urgent. She scribbled down a series of words onto a sticky note and hung it from her desktop monitor.

"Um, maybe. Is Lycaon in?" The woman asked.

"Who are you?" Ellen asked, "You don't have an appointment."

"No, I'm-" She jumped as the office door opened.

"Ah, Corin?" Lycaon asked, "Come in, come in. I am Lycaon, thank you for coming in on such short notice."

"Oh, thank you for reaching out," Corin said as she scurried into Lycaon's office. Ellen felt a knot in her stomach. Something that could not be ignored and demanded more attention from her than it deserved. It felt like rage and jealous had done the dirty deed and made an ugly envious baby and she was its host.

Why did the thought of Lycaon alone with another woman upset her this much?

"Did the coordinator explain the situation to you?" Lycaon asked the bright eyed and nervous temp.

"Yes, something about a sister office had a call out and you needed a temp," Corin repeated from her dispatcher. Two floors up, a similar outfit existed under the same name. It was not run by Lycaon though. A woman by the name of Alexandrina Sebastianne was in charge of managing that office. They handled projects that were of a smaller size, focusing on volume rather than landing big one off contracts.

"Yes," Lycaon sighed, "Our other office is run less smoothly than this one, and while it is chaotic, it produces results.

"Ellen will give you a run down of your responsibilities for today. Before I let you loose, are there any questions you have for me?" Lycaon asked.

"No, from the sound of it, I'm inheriting a really well run ship," Corin admits. Even though he didn't say much about Ellen, Corin got the impression he thought very highly of her. "I'll just go talk to her then?"

Lycaon pressed a button on his desk. Ellen opened the office door with a note pad and sat down on the office couch. Corin didn't like the new angry energy that filled the room. "Ellen, this is Corin," Lycaon said, "She'll be temping while Rina finds a suitable replacement."

"Then why is she here?" Ellen thought.

"I look forward to working with you," Corin tilted her head slightly in a show of deference.

"Sure," Ellen narrowed her eyes, "What happened with Rina?"

"Her assistant quit," Lycaon answered, "I'll need you to sit in for a bit while we try to find a replacement."

"Corin's right here," Ellen said, "I'm sure she can handle it."

"Ellen," Lycaon wanted her to be reasonable.

"Lycaon," Ellen said, wishing her boss would come out with it already.

"You're the only one I trust to maintain their sanity working in that environment," Lycaon answered.

"It can't be that bad," Corin mumbled, but the look on Ellen and Lycaon's faces assured her that it could be.

"How long?" Ellen asked.

"I am spending most of this week interviewing candidates," Lycaon answered.

"How long?" Ellen reiterated.

Lycaon gave a flat smile, "At least a week by my estimate."

"A week?" Ellen slouched down on the couch.

"Before you move to their office," Lycaon continued, "Can you spend until lunch going over your duties with Corin?"

"Fine," Ellen said, upset with herself for how she acted, "Come on, it's not that hard."

Ellen was impressed with how quickly Corin picked things up. She quickly memorized the little ditty she had to give for each call she answered. She got the gist of Ellen's sorting method. She even understood Lycaon's chicken scratch for the most part.

"No, thats a nine," Ellen said, peering over Corin's shoulder.

"But it looks like a-" Corin inspected the number again.

"Yeah, remember, the fours make a cross, the nines don't," Ellen explained, scratching out onto another sticky note an example of what she meant.

"Ah, okay, that makes sense," Corin nodded.

"Anything else?" Ellen asked.

Corin smiled, "No, I-" The phone rang and cut her off. "Hello, thank you for calling Lycaon and Sebastianne Contracting, how can I- No, I'm a temp, Ellen is- Yes, she still works here, she is helping out our other office today. I can take a message-" she waved Ellen off as if to say, "Go take care of whatever you need to take care of, I got this."

Ellen smiled as the anxious girl that entered the office this morning appeared a thousand times more confident after only a short hour learning the ropes. She picked up her bag, and knocked on Lycaon's door.

"Come in," Lycaon said, typing away at an important document.

"She's up to speed," Ellen said, "I'm going to head out."

"Yes," Lycaon said, "That is good."

Ellen stood in the door way for a moment, then sighed and closed it. She stood by the door, waiting for Lycaon to notice her standing there.

"Ellen?" Lycaon looked up from his document a moment later, "Is everything alright?"

"Did I do something wrong?" Ellen asked.

"No," Lycaon's brow furrowed, "Why would you think that?"

"Training your replacement will do that," Ellen said.

"Replacement?" Lycaon thought for a moment, "No, nonono, Corin could never replace you."

"Really?" Ellen asked. Never was a very long time.

Lycaon sighed, looking Ellen up and down then turned away. He hoped Ellen didn't notice, but Ellen was very happy that he did.

"Sorry for getting anxious," Ellen said, "I'll see you tonight for a ride home?"

"Yes, definitely," Lycaon pretended to work on his document, "I will see you then."

It was a long and grueling week. Pulled in multiple directions, multiple notes dictated to her at the same time, that place was hell on earth. She had a new found appreciation for how smoothly things happened in Lycaon's office.

Ellen stood outside the sister office' door wavering back and forth as she waited for the elevator. She stared at the ground, hoping finding something to focus on would keep her standing. She could barely keep her eyes open. 

The elevator dinged, the doors opened. Ellen didn't even look to see if anyone was in there. This meant she had to apologize profusely when she ran forehead first into someone.

"Ellen, it is alright," Lycaon said, "I am glad you made it out on time."

She looked up at her boss with weary, tired eyes. Lycaon smiled as her chin rested against his sternum. Without thinking, he put his hand on the small of her back. Maybe his subconscious thought the gesture would make her feel more sure of herself as she was visibly upset about something. "Please don't make me go back there," she begged.

"I have found a suitable replacement," Lycaon smiled. It might have been the exhaustion, or maybe it was just how long the week felt, but she couldn't hold back her joy. Wrapping her arms around her boss, she began to sob quietly into his chest. "It couldn't have been that bad," Lycaon joked, rubbing his assistant's back softly. The elevator doors closed to give them a moment of privacy.

"I'm so tired," Ellen complained between heaving breathes, "How does she do it? How does she live in so much chaos?"

"Rina is..." Lycaon wondered what word could describe how Rina was but was appropriate in a professional context, "Unique."

"She's a demon," Ellen retorted, "She's running on fumes constantly but doesn't notice."

"Yes," Lycaon chuckled, "That does sound like her."

Ellen let go of her boss and let an emotional catharsis wash over her as she stood beside him. Lycaon pulled his handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed the tears from Ellen's cheeks. "Thanks," Ellen sniffled, smiling as Lycaon lifted her chin and inspected her. Little acts like this were the proof Ellen needed. He was the kind of guy that didn't do things for show. He was the kind of guy that always did the right and proper thing because it was the right and proper thing to do.

"If you'd like," Lycaon said firmly, "you can take Monday off."

"No," Ellen shook her head, "Hard as it might be to believe, I miss our office." Ellen swore at herself for not admitting that she missed Lycaon's company. She wished desperately that she could express how his gentle touch had saved her.

Lycaon wondered if that was her way of saying she missed him. He banished the thought shortly after having it. But there was something in Ellen's expression that made Lycaon act on impulse. He pressed the back of his hand to her cheek. "You going to be alright?" He asked.

Ellen nodded, grabbed his hand, and pressed her cheek into it. She loved how warm his hand felt in her's, but there was something new. "Rosewater?" Ellen asked.

Lycaon withdrew his hand and turned his face away. "Yes," Lycaon said, "A new lotion, I bought it online, I am not sure if I like it yet."

Ellen blushed, it almost smelled like the lotion she used. "I don't think it suits you," Ellen admitted, "It's too floral. You need something earthier."

"Earthier?" Lycaon found discussion about perfumes and colognes to be particularly tiring.

"Next time you go shopping for cologne," Ellen shifted her bag onto her shoulder, "You should look for something balsamic or wooded. Like cedar or vanilla."

"I don't know what any of that means," Lycaon admitted.

She smiled at him. Seeing her like that made him feel light and fluffy. "I'll go with you," Ellen said, "I need to pick up some things anyways."

"Where were you thinking?" Lycaon asked.

"What do you mean?" Ellen furrowed her brow, "The department store... where else would you buy cologne?"

The last time Lycaon bought perfume, it was while he was on vacation and his previous bottle exploded in his luggage. While the airport selection was meager, he managed to find something suitable.

"Alright then," Lycaon smiled, "When shall I pick you up tomorrow?" Ellen pretended to look at something in the advertisement posted to the elevator wall. It hadn't changed in over a decade. Why did it have to be so sudden? She didn't even have an outfit that was good for a first date. Was this a date? "How does noon sound?" Lycaon answered, "Lunch will be on me as thanks for teaching me the finer points of cologne purchasing."

"Oh god, it totally is a date!" Ellen thought.

"That sounds good," she answered, surprised she wasn't hyper ventilating, "Where did you want to eat?"

"I leave that up to you," Lycaon said, "Wherever you want."

Ellen shuddered at the thought. Truth was she would love to go to that hibachi place again, but that was expensive and she didn't want to be a bother. "There's a Chinese food place at the food court," Ellen suggested instead, "Good portions for a low price."

"Are you sure?" Lycaon raised an eye brow, "What about the hibachi place? Won't that be a better experience?"

Ellen's heart fluttered.

"If you're fine with that, that works too," she said trying to play it cool. The elevator doors opened. The two walked to the SUV and got inside. The novelty of their traveling together had worn, but tonight they confirmed the start of a new tradition.

Lycaon put the car into drive. Ellen put her hand on top of the gear shift, and squeezed his hand. He looked at it, smiled softly, and then laced his fingers with her's. She gently rubbed the side of his thumb. He occasionally gave her hand a light squeeze. They rode together in silence.

"Tomorrow at noon?" Lycaon asked as he pulled up to her apartment.

"Yeah," Ellen smiled, "I'll see you then." Lycaon leaned into Ellen, reaching for her face. Ellen closed her eyes, shuddering as the moment finally arrived. Then the pad of his thumb brushed against her cheek.

"Make a wish," Lycaon said, holding out his thumb. A small eye lash rested on it, waiting to be wished upon. Ellen looked at it with an emotion on her face that Lycaon couldn't place. Ellen would call it disappointment. Not in Lycaon, but in herself for jumping to such conclusions.

"I wish for my boss to drive home safe," she said, blowing lightly on his thumb.

"Thank you," Lycaon said, failing to hide his blushing. Ellen found solace there in his rosy cheeks, but she couldn't help feeling a wistful sadness as she walked up the short path to her apartment.

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"Will that be all?" The attendant asked.

"Yes," Ellen said, "Thank you so much."

Lycaon wasn't sure how to interact with the attendant. They were an odd mix of pushy and stand off-ish. Desperate to make the sale, but uninterested in their presence. Ellen grabbed the small paper bag that held his cologne and lead him out of the department store and into the mall proper.

"You don't mind if I do some personal shopping, right?" Ellen asked.

"Depends on the shopping," Lycaon suggested.

"Don't worry, I won't make you follow me into the lingerie store," Ellen teased, "I tore my jeans, need a new pair that's all." Ellen cursed herself for even bringing up the lingerie store. There was a certain scenario that crossed her mind the night before. It consisted of her trying on underwear, modeling it for him, and Lycaon leading her back into the dressing room so he could have his way with her.

"I wasn't worried about that," Lycaon chuckled, "Just not a fan of spending my whole day shopping." He had no idea this mall even had a lingerie store.

Ellen led them into a clothing store filled with employees who were too pretty to do their jobs. Lycaon growled as the polo-bound jocks sneered in Ellen's direction. They were not fit to behold her. "I promise I won't take long," Ellen said, not noticing the wordless war Lycaon fought, "I just need a new swimsuit and a new pair of jeans."

"Take your time," Lycaon's eyes darted from face to face, trying to identify potential threats. Employees in shirts that were too tight contemplated approaching the pair, but reconsidered as their eyes locked with Lycaon.

Ellen pulled a multi-color demi bikini top from a rack and held it to her chest. It looked like the right size but she wanted to be sure. Grabbing a matching bottom, she stashed them under her arm hidden from Lycaon. Moving to a nearby shelf of black jeans, she grabbed ones with her measurements on the sticker and headed towards the changing room.

Lycaon was close behind.

Ellen stepped into a comically small changing room and pulled the blind closed behind her. "Uh, what are you doing?" Ellen asked as Lycaon almost joined her.

"I was-" Lycaon looked around to take in his environment, "Apologies, I didn't realize we were in the changing rooms." Had he really been so focussed on protecting Ellen that he didn't notice?

"Well," Ellen smiled to herself, "You wait here, I'll be right back."

Ellen closed the blind and pulled the swimsuit from its hiding spot under her arm. Shedding her baby tee and deep blue mom jeans, she unhooked her bra and hung it from the provided hook. Stepping out of her panties, she slid on the bikini bottoms and modeled it in the provided trifold mirror. They were low cut, but not in a 90's "showing most of your ass crack" way. She liked the way the pudge of her stomach rested on the band.

Lycaon assessed the area again, a force of habit from a former life. No employees, male or female, dared approach him. However, a familiar sing-song-y bartender would. He began to panic. Not because he worried Burnice would make fun of him for shopping here, but because he was unsure how Ellen would feel about being seen with him in public.

Ellen struggled to get the hook in her bikini top to slide into place. She could feel the hole, and the hook was pressed against it, but just when she thought it was going to slide in- Whoosh! Another whiff.

Lycaon watched as Burnice meandered around the store, making idle chit-chat with every employee who glanced her way. She picked a few things off the rack and approached the counter to check out. Then she paused, eyeing a particularly revealing sundress. She took it from the rack and approached the dressing room. An employee approached her, distracting her long enough to give Lycaon time to hide.

The hook fell into place as Lycaon entered. "Uh!" Ellen covered herself, "Privacy?" She was practically pressed up against the back wall of the dressing room. There was barely enough room for her with her tail, add onto that Lycaon's muscular build, the dressing room became a tight squeeze. Ellen hoped he didn't notice how her chest was pressed against his diaphragm.

Lycaon didn't take into consideration how small the changing room was. "Sorry," Lycaon said, "I had to-"

"Cocktails, mixers, ice," Burnice chimed to herself, "Snacks are real nice."

"Is that-" Ellen was cut off as Lycaon put a hand over her mouth. He held a finger to his lips, begging her to be silent. Ellen gave him a spiteful look in return.

Burnice continued to hum and sing to herself. Lycaon looked at himself in the reflection of the changing room mirror. What had become of him? Scared off by his favorite bartender. Then he glimpsed what Ellen was wearing. A multi-color, block pattern, Demi-cut bikini with matching bottoms. They rested on her hips perfectly.

Ellen watched as Lycaon's gaze moved from the mirror to her chest. She was being ogled. Blatantly.

"Apologies," Lycaon murmured, "I didn't mean to-" He stiffened up as Ellen wrapped her arms around his waist. He removed his hand.

"It's fine," Ellen whispered, "Just... ask next time... okay?"

Lycaon wondered what she meant. Did she mean that he should ask the next time he wanted to stare at her chest? Or that the next time he needed to hide in a dressing room, he should ask first?

As Ellen squeezed him, he watched hungrily as her breasts squished against him. Ellen's blush crept up her chest towards her neck. They looked soft, supple, and like they would fit perfectly into his hand. He couldn't stop himself from picturing his cock sliding between them while Ellen licked at the swollen head. His mind was filled with the lewd expressions Ellen would make as he climaxed on her face and chest.

"Ellen, I-" Lycaon relaxed, but his professional attitude slipped and gave his body an opening. No amount of awful things pictured in his mind could stop what was about to happen.

Ellen moved her stomach away when she felt something warm and stiff suddenly press against it. As she looked up at Lycaon, she saw how embarrassed he was. Words he was desperate to say were locked behind his lips as he lived in his shame. But there was no way what Ellen felt could be what she thought it was.

Ellen gasped as she pressed her stomach back against his crotch. "Ellen, please!" Lycaon quietly begged. Ellen was too busy picturing what she felt. The base of what had to be his cock pressed against her navel. From there it kept going, pressing against her lower abdomen, then against the front of her swimsuit bottoms.

Ellen sighed as she pictured it. The girthy, thick, swollen member of her boss. The knot at the base inflated and desperate. The twitching, pulsing warmth that emanated off it. She thought her toy would be comically large in comparison, but turns out she was smart to order a larger size than she was used to.

"I want to-" Ellen whispered into Lycaon's pecs. Lycaon put his hand on the nape of her neck. She pressed harder against him, as if checking to be sure she wasn't imagining things.

"Ellen, I think-" Lycaon whispered, but Burnice was leaving her dressing room.

"Whatever you want, whatever you need," Burnice hummed, "Anything you desire..."

Ellen wondered if it would be inappropriate to fall to her knees and unbuckle his belt so that she could see his magnificence. She wanted to hold it in her hands, to press it against her face, to lick it from tip to base, to feel its warmth inside her. The thought made her breathe loudly.

"I'm sorry," Lycaon said, pushing away from Ellen. She wouldn't let him go. It confused Lycaon, couldn't she feel it?

"Just-" Ellen pleaded, then the world crashed down around her. She realized what her stomach was pressing against, what she was wearing, and who she was confined in this tiny room with. "Sorry," she whispered, releasing Lycaon and turning around, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Far from it," Lycaon said, hoping Ellen wouldn't live with any regret from his panicked decision.

"I would like to- uh- finish changing," Ellen requested.

"Of course," Lycaon said, "Apologies."

Ellen sighed, then looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't hate her body, in fact she always thought of herself as being on the higher end of the body positivity scale. There were always doubts though. The absurd little voices spurred on by celebrity bodies and the constant churn of social media body hacks. As she thought about the way Lycaon looked at her, all those little voices disappeared.

She felt like she deserved to be looked at like that, by a guy like Lycaon. She wanted him to do it again. As she removed the bikini bottoms, a wave of embarrassment flooded over her as thin strands of her excitement stuck to the crotch.

Lycaon found a small chair to sit in, but he was not given reprieve for long. "Pst!" Ellen whispered, waving Lycaon back over.

"Did you need something?" He asked.

Ellen leaned out from behind the blind, as if hiding her lower half. "I need you to buy these," she explained, putting three clothing tags into his hand, "Just say we're late for the beach and I'm going to wear them out."

"Understood," Lycaon said, thankful to be given a mission instead of standing around aimlessly.

Ellen pulled the blind shut and went into her bag to grab her debit card. When she stuck her head out from behind the blind, Lycaon had disappeared. Looking around, Ellen found him at the checkout counter. He handed the woman behind the counter the tags, a black credit card, and began to explain Ellen's plan.

"I would have bought them!" She complained in a hushed voice. Closing the blind, she pulled her baby tee and her mom jeans over her brand new swimsuit and stuffed her bra and underwear into her bag. Stepping out of the dressing room with her new jeans draped over her arm, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Uhm, if you're going to steal you're going to have to be sneakier than that," a man with dark hair, an uninterested expression, and the body of a movie star said.

"Well I didn't," Ellen said, as she pulled her shoulder away. The sales associate moved around her and blocked her way out of the dressing room area. "Let me leave," Ellen said, clutching her bag.

"Not until you give me what you stole," the employee said, "You went in with three items, and you left with one. Now I didn't pass middle school math, but I know that three is more than one."

"Why would you admit that?" Ellen asked confused. Ellen pulled her bag away as the associate reached for it again.

"I said you're not leaving until-" the sales associate froze as something gripped his arm tightly. He had to assume it was a clamp from an industrial size girder bending machine. When he looked he found a large hand covered in white fur. Claws jutted out of the finger tips and began to sink into his forearm.

"Touch her again," Lycaon growled, "And I will relieve you of your arm. Understood?"

The associate nodded.

Lycaon guided the associate by the arm out of Ellen's way. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah," Ellen said, "I am now."

"Good," Lycaon turned to the associate and forcefully pressed the receipt into his chest. The associate coughed as the wind was knocked out of him. "I believe that is what you were looking for," Lycaon said, "Come, we can leave now."

When Lycaon wasn't looking, Ellen flipped the bird at the associate but made sure to stay by Lycaon's side. "Sorry about that," Ellen said sheepishly.

"Why would you apologize?" Lycaon asked, "When was our reservation for hibachi again?"

"I just-" Ellen bit her tongue. Her chest felt tight. Had anyone ever stood up for her like that before? She was used to standing up for herself, fending for herself, doing everything alone. She had mastered the stiff upper lip and the stoic stare. Suddenly, she didn't have to anymore. "Lycaon," Ellen said firmly.

Lycaon stopped and turned.

"Thank you," Ellen said.

"You're welcome," Lycaon smiled softly, "I'm glad you're alright."

"Yeah," Ellen looked down at the floor. Lycaon's shoes were shiny. It would be like him to wear loafers to the mall.

"Ellen?" Lycaon asked, stepping closer to her. Ellen breathed in sharply as Lycaon put a finger under her chin. As he lifted her gaze, Ellen saw how she looked in the reflection of his eyes. Is this what he saw every time he looked at her? Before she could stop herself, she raised to the tips of her toes and connected her lips to his.

Nothing passionate or intimate, just a simple kiss to show her appreciation for how he saved her. It wasn't until he put his hand on her lower back that it threatened to turn into something more. Ellen broke their kiss, squealing gleefully in her mind as Lycaon pursued her lips. He breathed in hungrily, as if desperate for every microsecond their lips touched. Pulling her closer, Ellen's hips pressed against him. She shivered as he hardened against her pubic bone.

He would have taken more. He wanted to lead her by the hand to his car and make out in the back seat like teenagers at a drive in movie theater. He wanted to find the closest hotel and spend the rest of the weekend with her, learning everything he could about her.

Then Ellen put her hand on his chest.

"Our hibachi reservation," Ellen said, breathing loudly, "They're expecting us."

"I see," Lycaon said, staring deeply into Ellen's eyes.

"We can't," Ellen sighed, "be late."

"Okay," Lycaon leaned down slightly to press the tip of his nose against her brow. Ellen closed her eyes and smiled, feeling a blush creep from her chest up towards her neck.

"Your nose is very cold," Ellen said, smiling up at Lycaon. Later he would swear he saw sparkles in her eyes, but in the moment he couldn't think about much of anything. Only that he wanted her in any capacity she would have him.

"Apologies," Lycaon said, offering his elbow to her, "Shall we?" Ellen nodded, looping her arm through his and pressing her cheek against his shoulder. Lycaon liked when Ellen squeezed his bicep. Ellen liked how stable she felt as she leaned on him.

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"What do you mean?" Lycaon asked, "If a room is reserved, you shouldn't be able to give it to someone else."

"I am sorry, sir," the hotel clerk said, "It is something that happens in our system. I am sure this is a great inconvenience to you."

Lycaon clenched his fist and shook his head. This off-site meeting was supposed to be a break for him and Ellen to do some brain storming for the coming year. "Fine," he said, "What other rooms do you have available?"

"Let me see," the clerk fiddled with something on his monitor, "You're in luck, it appears the honeymoon suite is available. I'll go ahead and upgrade your room free of charge as an apology for the inconvenience."

"No, that won't do we-" Ellen cut Lycaon off before he said something stupid.

"Oh stop," she said in a light and cheery tone, "He's offering the upgrade for free, you can put your card away." Lycaon wasn't sure what to say, but when Ellen looped her arm through his, he felt calmer. "I swear, he's always on about responsibility and paying for his share. Can you believe he won't let me pay for dinner, ever?"

The clerk chuckled and said, "I wouldn't mind a man like that, let me get your room keys for you." Lycaon grumbled to himself quietly. As the clerk returned and held out their room keys, Ellen snatched them and lead Lycaon to the elevators. 

"They're going to think we just got married," Lycaon correctly inferred.

"Good," Ellen said, "Maybe they'll send up some complimentary champagne."

"I'll make sure they bring up a cot or a-" Lycaon continued to worry.

"Boss," Ellen said plainly, "We're both adults. Sharing a bed is no big deal." It was a lame excuse, but Ellen hoped if she ignored Lycaon's gaze, he would accept it. Lycaon looked Ellen up and down. She was wearing a black camisole, high waisted jean shorts, and flip flops.

Ellen glanced at Lycaon in the reflection of the elevator's metal doors. He was wearing khaki board shorts, a comfortable short sleeve button up, and those rubber shoes with the alligator logo. She wondered what the odds were that they would be able to have a moment of alone time in the elevator. They always seemed to have good luck in elevators.

As a family of six followed them into the elevator, she wondered if this was a sign for how the rest of their off-site meeting would go. Lycaon un-looped his arm. Ellen felt dismayed, perhaps that was too much affection? Did they no longer need the guise of romance now that they were out of view of the hotel clerk?

As if answering her questions, Lycaon put his arm around her shoulder. Ellen leaned her head against his pec and put her arm behind his back. Once the elevator opened to let the vacationing family out, Ellen made her move.

She moved to stand in front of Lycaon, locked her arms behind his back, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He reciprocated, putting his hand on her upper back and placing his nose against the top of her head. "Thanks for paying for my flight," Ellen said softly.

"Of course," Lycaon answered into her head, "Thank you for coming along."

Ellen smiled to herself.

Lycaon's hand moved to her lower back.

Since that day at the mall, this type of intimate moment had become ritualistic for them. A private moment alone between two people who were more than coworkers, but were too afraid of rejection to admit otherwise. Desperate to toe the line, but too weary to cross it.

When the elevator doors opened, any semblance of intimacy had disappeared. Professional, courteous, responsible, they walked side by side towards their hotel room as if nothing had happened. Ellen tapped their room key to the lock on the door, twisted it open when it flashed green, and was amazed by the room inside.

The honeymoon suite opened to a living room space that had a couch and chairs. A large wide screen tv hung from the wall. A sliding glass door revealed their view of the ocean and a balcony with a lounge chair and some amenities. Opening the double doors that led to the bedroom, Ellen couldn't believe how big the bed was. It had to be larger than a king, but what was larger than a king?

"So soft," Ellen hummed as she laid face first on the bed. Lycaon couldn't stop himself from glancing at the seat of Ellen's shorts. He wanted to know what the imprint of his hand looked like on her butt cheeks. He perished the thought before Ellen could turn to see him lusting after her.

Lycaon continued inspecting the rest of the room. The bathroom had a shower and a bath tub, a modestly sized mirror, and plenty of toiletries from notable brands. Perhaps getting this free upgrade was a steal after all.

"You're not going to force me to sleep in this giant bed alone," Ellen asked, then pouted cutely, "Right?"

Lycaon smirked, "It sounds like you're not giving me much of a choice."

"I'm not," Ellen admitted.

"Did we make a reservation for dinner?" Lycaon asked.

"No, why would we?" Ellen asked, "It's a hotel restaurant, if you get a room, don't you just-" Lycaon's face fell. "Oh no," Ellen mumbled.

"The restaurant..." Lycaon sighed, "The restaurant is in the hotel, but it is not a hotel restaurant." The restaurant in question was run by a highly regarded 2 star chef. It is the only time Lycaon ever came close to crying over his food. That steak was cooked to perfection.

"Boss," Ellen sat up, "I'm so sorry, let me work my magic, I can-" Lycaon held up a hand.

"I appreciate it," he said, looking wistful and teary eyed, "But there is unfortunately nothing to be done about it."

"But I could try!" Ellen pleaded, "I'll get started right now, I can-" Ellen stopped as Lycaon rested his hand on the top of her head. She didn't like messing up. She didn't like letting people down. She didn't like when the person she let down was Lycaon. "I'm sorry," Ellen mumbled.

"It's alright," Lycaon said softly.

Ellen waddled on her knees towards Lycaon and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm really sorry," she mumbled into his chest.

"I know," Lycaon said with a chuckle, "I forgive you. Thank you for apologizing." As he reciprocated her hug, he pressed his cheek into the top of her head. "I will find a room service menu," he said softly, "After all that travel, I think staying in is the perfect idea."

"Thanks, boss," Ellen said, turning away from him as she let go to paw away a tear that had been building in the corner of her eye. Lycaon pretended not to see it and stepped out of the bedroom to give Ellen a moment to collect herself.

Ellen let out a final sigh, and stood up off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower," she announced. Undoing the clasp of her shorts, she shimmied out of them. Pulling off her camisole, she unhooked the front of her bra and turned to head into the shower.

"Oh!" Lycaon gasped, "Apologies, I didn't-" he was staring right at her. She was practically naked, in front of her boss, and he was staring, ogling, objectifying.

"Boss," Ellen said. She cursed herself for not using his name.

"I can- Or rather- I should- that is," Lycaon stammered, eyes transfixed on Ellen's chest. It was more magical than he had imagined. Her skin was soft, pale, and her inverted nipples blended perfectly into her skin. They did not droop more than they had to, but they did not ignore gravity's existence. He hesitated to use the word "perfection" but there was no other word that came close to what he was beholding.

Ellen thought about covering herself, but part of her was done with pretending this isn't exactly what she wanted. How many times had she thought about him catching her in a compromising situation and taking full advantage of it? Like a dressing room, or a pool house, or the passenger seat of his car. She wanted him, desperately, and she wanted to hear him admit he felt the same.

"Ellen," Lycaon said softly, "I did not know you were changing."

"I'm not," Ellen said, "I was going to take a shower."

"I see," Lycaon replied, unsure if this was going well or if he was about to lose the one person he felt true adoration towards.

"You should shower too," Ellen said, improvising her plan in the moment.

"I can take one when you're done," Lycaon said, "I don't want to-" Ellen took a step closer. Then another. Then she hooked her fingers into the band of her panties and let them fall to the ground. Lycaon made a noise that Ellen had never heard before, but it was dripping with hunger and want and lust.

"You should take one now," Ellen said, reaching for his shirt. Lycaon watched carefully as Ellen began undoing the buttons. Her hands moved slowly but precisely. As she undid the final button, she ran her hands up his chest and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. "Are you going to make me do all this myself?" She asked.

Lycaon shook his head, his forearm flexed as he undid his belt. Ellen couldn't help but imagine the other scenarios where it would flex like that. As his shorts hit the floor, Ellen admired his briefs. "I don't know why I thought you wore boxers," she teased.

"Do you prefer boxers?" Lycaon asked, exposing his anxiety to Ellen for the first time. He gasped as she put her hand gently on the crotch of his briefs.

"I don't care," Ellen answered, "I just want you-" Her statement was muffled as Lycaon caved and pressed his lips to hers. She gasped into his mouth as he pulled away. She bit her lip as she hooked her fingers into the elastic of his underwear, desperate to reveal his glory.

But Lycaon stopped her, grabbing her by the wrist. "I want you to know," Lycaon gulped, "I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I know," Ellen said, "I trust you."

"I trust you too," Lycaon replied. Ellen closed her eyes as Lycaon leaned forward to kiss her again. Slowly, she pushed the underwear past his thighs. The head of his cock poked her stomach, aroused by her gentle touches and lewd appearance. Ellen grabbed the shaft and began to slowly stroke it, admiring its length and girth.

"You're so-" Ellen sighed into Lycaon's mouth as he kissed her again, "So big."

"Is it-" Lycaon hesitated, he was worried every word that dripped from his mouth might ruin this moment, "If it's too much we can-" Ellen smothered his doubts with her lips.

"I'm excited," she giggled, "You don't know how long I've waited for a moment like this." Ellen took Lycaon by the hand and led him to the bathroom. His eyes were fixed on her butt. Her tail flicked back and forth excitedly. Her cheeks jiggled with each step.

Ellen jumped as he grabbed her butt cheek. Not an unwelcome touch, but definitely unexpected. "Apologies," Lycaon said, "I couldn't resist."

"Then don't," Ellen said, releasing Lycaon's hand to turn on the shower. As she leaned in to test the water, she could feel how Lycaon's eyes analyzed every inch of her. How his brain hummed as it calculated his next move. She didn't want him to think, she wanted him to act, to take charge, to tell her exactly what he was going to do to her and then-

SMACK!

"Ah!" Ellen gasped. Lycaon did it again. His open palm connected with her right butt cheek. Ellen stuck her butt out further, encouraging him to do it again. She stifled a moan as his palm smacked the same spot.

"You're so-" Lycaon whispered into her neck. A hungry growl emanated from his chest. His hands callously moved her tail over his shoulder, then gripped her hips tightly. Ellen gasped as his cock slid between her thighs. It was so hot, so big, the perfect shape and size. She needed it. She needed it inside of her. "Ellen," he moaned in her ear.

"Yes?" Ellen asked as she rolled her hips. Lycaon thought he might collapse from how good Ellen's thighs felt squeezing his cock. "Did you need something?" Ellen teased, reaching behind to cup his neck. Lycaon could only respond with hungry grunts. "The water is warm enough," Ellen informed, "We can-" Ellen gasped as his pelvic floor flexed and she was almost lifted by his cock.

They carefully walked into the shower, refusing to break their connection. With the water bouncing off her chest, Ellen grabbed Lycaon's hand and instructed it to squeeze her tits. Lycaon began tweaking and pulling on her breasts. In response, Ellen began grinding her mound against his shaft. "Oh god," Ellen moaned as she dragged her clit along his length, "You're so fucking-" Ellen grabbed the head of his cock and began to rub it gently.

She ran her fingers along the sensitive underside, reveling in the grunts that graced her ear as he tried to hold back. "Don't hold back, let it all out," she begged Lycaon, "You can do it, just relax and-" Ellen squeezed her thighs together tightly as she felt it start to spasm. With every twitch and flinch, a long strand of milky white fluid spurted from the tip. The shower wall was plastered with a web of Lycaon's cum.

For a moment, they stood there in the shower's path, panting loudly, groping at each other with the same hunger but a new found reverence. Ellen looked up at Lycaon as if to say something, but he stifled any words with his lips. His hand found her throat and he rubbed his thumb gently into her aorta. She loved the feeling of his hand around her neck.

"Lycaon," she mumbled into his lips.

"Ellen," he mumbled back.

"I want-" Ellen wanted desperately to put into words her feelings, but they kept coming out as explicit lust. For her, it was more than lust, it was more than touch, it was about being. She wanted to be with him.

"Of course," Lycaon smirked, "Apologies. That was rather selfish."

Before Ellen could ask what he meant, she found herself with her back to the wall opposite the shower head. Lycaon kneeled before her and kissed at her thighs. "It's been a while," Lycaon admitted. As he pressed on the inside of her knees, she spread wider for him.

Ellen watched his face anxiously, looking for any sign of disgust or displeasure. Lycaon was too much of a gentleman to let something like an off taste get in the way. Ellen moaned loudly as his tongue caressed at her. Digging between her labia, lapping up her arousal, teasing her hardened clit. It felt like Lycaon would stay down there for as long as he needed to get her to finish.

Ellen grabbed his head tightly, forcing his muzzle into her mound. "I'm sorry," she pleaded, "It feels too good." She gasped as a finger slid inside of her.

As she thrusted her hips against his hand, Lycaon did not relent. He sucked and licked her clit until she began to quake from the ecstasy. "Enough!" Ellen pleaded, "I can't- I can't-" As he stood, Lycaon kissed her stomach, then her rib cage, then her breasts, her clavicle. She sighed loudly into his ear as his lips finally pressed against her neck.

He looked Ellen up and down. As she stared back at him, his face read as nothing more than shame and embarrassment. Ellen locked her hands behind his neck, cutting off his escape. "Stay," she pleaded.

Lycaon nodded, wrapping his arms behind her back.

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Ellen looked up from her magazine. Lycaon had been approached by a trio of shirtless dudes with sun glasses and a volleyball hoping he would be their fourth. Ellen enjoyed watching sweaty men jump around and hit things. She liked it even more when it was Lycaon. Ellen was relaxing in a bit of manufactured shade thanks to the tent Lycaon had rented. There was a porch-like space in front of the tent with enough room for a lounge chair to be outside but still covered. Inside was a set of towels, a folding chair, and oversized pillows like you would find in a hookah bar.

After a particularly taxing spike, Lycaon bent at the hips and steadied himself against his knees. He wasn't an old man, but the way those three were playing volleyball made him age very rapidly. He waved to the three shirtless dudes and moved back towards the tent.

"You alright?" Ellen asked. He hadn't ogled her yet today. The last day of their "off-site work-cation" and she hadn't been ogled once. She even wore the swimsuit she was last ogled in! They were leaving tomorrow, and she had yet to successfully recreate the passion from the first night. The way his hands held her, the way she sighed, the way he groaned and grunted in her ear. They hadn't even had sex! 

"Yeah," Lycaon said, trying very hard to look at Ellen respectfully, "They were much more aggressive than I am used to."

"If you say so," Ellen said, flicking her tail teasingly.

"I take it your magazine is more than enough entertainment?" Lycaon teased.

Ellen could think of about a dozen positions she would rather be in than laying in the shade reading a magazine. "It's fine for now," Ellen smiled, then a devilish thought appeared in her mind, "You don't mind helping me with my sunscreen, right?"

"Not at all," Lycaon said, more than happy to help his assistant spray on sunscreen.

"Good," Ellen bit her bottom lip as she pulled out a bottle of sun lotion and handed it to him, "Make sure you get me all over."

Lycaon stared at the bottle. "Ellen, I'm not sure if I can-" He paused and watched Ellen turn onto her stomach and unclip the back of her bikini top.

"What did you say?" Ellen asked, stretching out on the lounge chair. She gasped as a cold line of lotion fell along her spine. As Lycaon tenderly rubbed the lotion in, Ellen giggled. "It's okay," she said as she looked over her shoulder, "I don't bite."

"I'm not worried about that," Lycaon admitted, kneeling beside the lounge chair. He was focused on the way Ellen's body reacted to his touch. How the fat in her skin would build up as he rubbed the lotion into her. How she would breathe in deeply as he pushed up her back with both hands. How she audibly sighed as he inevitably found a knot in her shoulders. "Perhaps you should get a massage like the flier suggested," Lycaon said, referencing a pamphlet that was shoved into her hands when they arrived.

Ellen sighed as Lycaon dug his thumb into her shoulder blade, coercing a knot to untangle. "Why would I do that," Ellen asked, "When you'll do it for free?"

"I'm no expert," Lycaon said, "but I'm happy to be of service."

Ellen liked that. She liked reliability, she liked steadiness, she liked knowing that when she woke up in the morning Lycaon was there waiting for her. She liked knowing that Lycaon wanted to take care of her. And so it didn't make sense why that moment they shared in the shower lead to nothing.

Lycaon began to rub closer to Ellen's sides. He flinched as she sighed, but persisted. If he pressed hard enough he could feel her rib cage, but Ellen's body was better described as plush than toned. She held herself with grace, but as he touched her, held her, she felt durable. He liked that.

"Lycaon..." Ellen said, her tone soaked in anxiety, "Was it a fluke?" Lycaon froze. Ellen wanted to be mature about this. To be understanding that sometimes adults just do this sort of stuff and it doesn't mean anything. But the truth was that she really really really really really really liked Lycaon. She wanted to be cool, and sophisticated, and professional, but for months now she had ignored the buzzing in her chest, the bubbles in her stomach, and the voices that told her "Now! Now! Do it now! Tell him!" She had to find certainty.

"Was what a fluke?" Lycaon asked. Ellen's heart cracked. Lycaon was in a precarious position. Feeling the way he did about a subordinate, the things they had done together, he was opening himself and his company for major liability. Not just his job, but the jobs of everyone who worked for him. What was worse was the fact that, in the quiet moments between awake and asleep, he would admit to himself that it didn't matter. There was only one thing in this world that he truly cared for and adored, and it was Ellen Joe. He cherished every moment they shared that didn't end with him fumbling about and losing his confidence.

"Never mind," Ellen murmured, wiping a tear away on her forearm.

"I don't understand," Lycaon admitted, "Was what a-"

"The shower??" Ellen asked, "When you walked in on me and I..." She worried how far her voice would carry. She worried that Lycaon wouldn't like her if she wanted to put a name to what they had been doing. She worried. She was sick of it.

Lycaon was flooded with similar worries. Was this Ellen cutting him off? Was this her begging to be freed of him? Lycaon sighed, "Did you want it to be a fluke?"

"NO!" Ellen said firmly, flipping onto her back to look him in the eye, "Why would you even suggest that?"

"I wasn't," Lycaon chuckled, "I mean-"

"Why are you laughing?" Ellen asked as the tears couldn't be held back any longer, "No, no, no! Stop, no, I don't want this!" Lycaon backed off, unsure what it was that Ellen needed. "I don't want to cry," Ellen whimpered, "I just want-"

Lycaon wrapped his arms around her. There it was again. That warmth, that stability, that sure feeling in her gut that said this was right.

"Ellen," Lycaon said, "Your top."

Ellen buried her face into Lycaon's neck. How embarrassing. "Thanks," she whimpered.

"I didn't think it was a fluke," Lycaon admitted, "At least, I hope it isn't."

"Then why-" Ellen paused, "This is a really hard conversation to have with my tits out." Lycaon chuckled into Ellen's neck. His breath was warm as it danced along her skin. It felt somewhere between a tickle and soft caress. "Please don't laugh at me while my tits are out," Ellen pleaded.

"Not at you," Lycaon said softly, "I would never laugh at you."

"Okay, good," Ellen sniffled, "Do you think we could-" She gasped as Lycaon hooked an arm under her legs and carried her inside the tent. Setting her down on the fold out chair, he snatched one of the rolled up towels and covered her. Then he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"I'll be right back," he said softly. Ducking out of the tent, he grabbed the rest of their things, Ellen's top and her magazine. With that all safely inside, he undid the clasps that held the tent doorway open and zipped it shut.

"It's not too bad in here once the door is closed," Ellen said after a cooling breeze produced a series of goose pimples on her arms and chest. As she felt her nipples stiffen, she covered her chest with the towel. Despite being hidden away from the world, she still felt exposed. Lycaon could still see her, and she didn't want to give him the wrong impression.

Lycaon knelt before Ellen and rested his head on her lap. Unsure what he expected, she began to pet him. His eyes closed softly, and he started to nuzzle against her hand. This simple show of intimacy washed away all the fears she let pool inside of her. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," Lycaon said, "I have been accused of being too careful in the past."

"I understand," Ellen said, scratching under his chin.

"I prefer that," he admitted, "I prefer being careful over reckless, I prefer security over bravery, I prefer knowing every outcome over letting the winds fill my sails." He sighed as Ellen softly pulled on his ear. "I was too careful," he continued, "I was too careful with you, and it lead to you feeling like..."

"Go on," Ellen insisted.

Lycaon looked up at her, "No, I don't want to put words into your mouth. I want to hear from you how it made you feel."

Ellen felt like she could cry again. "It felt like I was only your assistant again," Ellen admitted, "I thought you got what you needed from me, and that that was that."

"I am sorry," Lycaon said, "You have never been 'only my assistant', Ellen."

"Never?" Ellen challenged.

Lycaon smirked, resting his head on her lap again, "Fine, maybe at the start. But it wasn't long before you made a lasting impression on me." Ellen ran her fingers through the fur on Lycaon's head. Lycaon wrapped his arms behind her back and pulled her closer, resting his ear against her stomach.

"When we go back," Ellen started, "Will this stop?"

"Do you want it to?" Lycaon asked.

"Stop doing that!" She chuckled, "No more turning my questions back on me. I want to know what you want."

"I hope it doesn't," Lycaon answered.

"Same," Ellen said with a sigh, "Not to be too highschool about it, but..." It took everything in her not to bite her tongue and back off. She had to finish her questions, she had to be sure that they wanted the same thing. It scared her to death. "What are we?" She asked finally. Part of her expected Lycaon to recoil in disgust. The thought of putting a name to this wonderful if implied relationship would surely be the straw that broke his back. Instead, she found a soft smile and a twinkle in his eye.

"I am not sure," Lycaon chuckled, "If you'll have me, I'd like to pursue you further." He cursed himself for using such old fashioned terms. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, under this type of pressure he defaulted to his prim and proper ways. What he wanted to say was that he hoped Ellen would take him as he was, old fashioned, anxious, well spoken but poorly worded. That she would learn to love that side of him. That she would accept him into her body. That she would grace him with as many children as they needed. That she would stay by his side, and grow old with him, and love him until the day he died.

"That's very sweet," Ellen said unaware of the thoughts Lycaon desperately tried to express, "But I think we're well beyond pursuit." She gasped as Lycaon's cold nose brushed against her stomach. He closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to her abdomen, kissing from her belly button to her hip bone. "Lycaon," Ellen giggled, "Stop, I'm ticklish there!"

"I don't care," Lycaon answered, "I want to show you how I feel about you."

"Just tell me," she insisted, cupping his neck. His pulse raced against her palm. For the first time, she could feel his anxiety as it coursed through his veins. She could hear the meaning and the words he felt but could not speak. He was not simply fond of her, he was desperate. He didn't want her, he needed her. He found in Ellen his forever, and he wanted forever to start right now. As he kissed along the waistband of her bikini, Ellen put her hand under his chin.

Opening his eyes, he let her lift his gaze up towards her. "Let's go back to the hotel room," Ellen suggested, "I want to see everything you have to show me."

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"Lycaon!" Ellen gasped, overwhelmed by how Lycaon groped and pulled at her. As soon as they stepped in the hotel room, his hands were all over her. Falling to the floor, he pulled her top down and groped her chest. It was as if he was overwhelmed by his hunger for her body. His member pressed firmly between her butt cheeks as he thrusted his hips against her. As she turned to face him, she was met with his lips. A delight to say the least, but there was something more urgent that had to be dealt with. "The door!" Ellen pleaded.

Ellen's heart jumped as Lycaon kicked the door shut. The sound of it slamming echoed through out the hallway. It was but a moment for her to catch her breath before Lycaon was on her again. His hand held her neck as his lips pestered her ear. His other hand pulled on her breast, desperate to summon milk that wasn't there. Her bag was stuck uncomfortably underneath her, but she didn't care. Her mouth hung open as he carefully walked the line between selfish and generous.

Lycaon couldn't think straight. He only knew one thing. Ellen was his and he planned to prove it.

"Oh fuck," Ellen gasped as Lycaon's hand dove from her breast to her crotch. His fingers moved deftly over the sensitive area. Not aggressive, not gentle, but something else entirely. Something she had yet to experience. The sensual touch of a lover so intimately invested in their partner's pleasure that they forgo all other needs until they achieve satisfaction.

Lycaon pulled her swimsuit to the side.

"Just take them off," Ellen pleaded.

"Not yet," Lycaon answered, "You are so unbelievably attractive in this swimsuit."

"No," Ellen retorted, "This is both of our first time. I still have a say. What I say is-" She pressed her lips to his, then said softly, "If you're going to fuck me, it's not going to be on the floor of a hotel room."

"Understood," Lycaon said. Ellen yelped as he effortlessly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. "I hope you'll forgive my eagerness," he said softly into her ear. She shivered as his breathe washed over her neck. She felt weightless. It wasn't fair.

The springs in the mattress squeaked as Lycaon dropped her. She squealed ecstatically as he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She tossed her bag somewhere, it didn't matter, she didn't care. She loved the way his cock strained against his swim trunks. Ellen sighed as he pressed it against her. "Will missionary do?" Lycaon asked, "Or did you want to do a different position?"

Ellen locked her hands behind Lycaon's neck and pulled him closer. "It will do for now," she whispered.

"I'm going to remove your bathing suit," Lycaon explained in a stern tone, "Then I'm going to eat you out until you drip with excitement." He leaned into her ear and said in a coarse voice, "Finally, I'm going to show you what a real cock feels like."

Ellen bit her lip, that all sounded incredible. There was one tiny hang up to resolve first. "Did you pack any condoms?" Ellen asked with a grimaced smile. Lycaon's eyes widened, a small wave of shame crashed over him. In his haste he hadn't even considered it.

"I did not," he admitted, "I'll call the front desk and- No, I'll go and get them myself, that way-" he paused as Ellen grabbed his wrist. Her face was filled with more desire and want than he could comprehend.

"Or..." Ellen said, leaving him to pick up on her implication.

"Are you sure?" Lycaon asked.

"I'm clean," Ellen said, "And you don't give the impression you sleep around a lot, so I'm assuming you are too."

"That is correct," Lycaon chuckled.

"So... you know..." Ellen didn't want to have to say it, she just wanted him, "Just... don't." Lycaon wasn't sure if the look in Ellen's eyes was one of naive innocence or uncontrollable lust.

"Alright," Lycaon said, "I won't."

"Good," Ellen smiled, pulling on the waist band of his swim trunks, "Why are you still wearing these?" Ellen chuckled as Lycaon pulled her swimsuit from her body. As he removed his own trunks, he spread Ellen's legs and rested his member against her stomach. "Fuck," Ellen muttered as she held it to her skin. It was as hot and thick as she remembered.

"It doesn't scare you?" Lycaon asked.

Ellen shook her head, then pursed her lips, "Well, honestly, a little." Lycaon looked down, as if he had any control over it. "But," Ellen continued, "I trust you won't hurt me on purpose."

"This is true," he placed a hand on her waist, "May I?"

Ellen nodded, humming gleefully to herself as Lycaon slithered down until his face was firmly between her legs. His tongue danced and flexed against her, teasing her clit. She loved the way his fingers dug into her thighs as he lost himself in her mound. Lycaon loved the way her outer labia felt against his lips. Swollen, pink, as if glowing with excitement that Ellen couldn't express herself.

Clutching a lock of fur from the top of Lycaon's head, she begged, "Keep going, oh fuck." Lycaon felt immense amounts of pride as she began to grind against his mouth. He spelled out every word he could think of against her clit. It drove her crazy. Her face contorted, her hips and legs locked, a quaking that had been building since they stepped inside the hotel room threatened to tear through her body.

Then he stopped. "Asshole," Ellen pleaded, "Why did you stop?"

"We need more time," Lycaon said, picking up the phone and pressing the button for the front desk. Ellen crawled across the bed. It wasn't fair.

"Hello, front desk?" He said. Ellen took his cock with both hand and began stroking it. It called desperately for her lips. "Yes, I'd like to extend our stay," Lycaon said, sighing as Ellen began licking and sucking, "Perfect, how does the end of the week sound?" Ellen nodded quickly, then laid on her back and opened her mouth wide. "Yes, I can hold," Lycaon said as he gently grabbed Ellen's neck.

She sighed as the swollen head entered her mouth and slid along her tongue. Soft, gentle thrusts pushed it towards her throat. "Yes, I'm still here," Lycaon said, slowly stroking himself with Ellen's neck, "The card on file will be fine." Ellen coughed as the head pushed past her throat. Lycaon smiled as he watched Ellen begin to idly play with herself.

"No, thank you," Lycaon said as the clerk confirmed their reservation. Ellen complained as Lycaon removed himself to hang up the phone. "There," he said, "Now we have plenty of time."

"What about-" Ellen giggled as he rested his member on her face. The warmth, the salty taste, its unique musk, it was too distracting. "Lycaon," she pleaded, "Our flight."

Lycaon rested his cock against her cheek. "Did you want me to take care of it?" He asked.

Ellen smiled, "No, I got it." She nuzzled the cock and kissed the side of his shaft softly, "You know airline customer support agents love me."

"I can see why," Lycaon said to himself.

Ellen crawled across the bed, grabbing her phone from her bag. She pretended to ignore Lycaon as he straddled her hips. The heat emanating off his thick cock as it rested against her butt cheek was very distracting. He expertly maneuvered her tail into a comfortable position. She shivered as his hand rested dangerously on her dorsal fin. "Customer service," she told the automated answering machine.

Lycaon could not reset spreading her ass cheeks and watching as her labia lifted and opened, exposing her glistening hole. Suddenly cheap but reliable hold music filled the room. Ellen put the phone on speaker and muted the microphone. As she reached behind, she took over for Lycaon and spread herself. Her face was filled with a deranged desire that wordlessly begged Lycaon to fuck her while they waited for someone to pick up.

"Are you sure?" Lycaon asked, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance.

"I am," Ellen sighed, "Just, you know- Mph! be gentle." Lycaon couldn't wait to hear the rest of what Ellen had to say. Truth was he had forgotten what it felt like to have sex, let alone the feeling of bare skin on skin. The warmth, the wetness, the sighs and sounds that emanated from Ellen. It was addicting. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "So fuhkin good!"

"Hello, thank you for calling New Eridu Airlines, how may I assist you?" a voice said.

"Shit!" Ellen complained.

"Leave it on speaker," Lycaon instructed.

Ellen shivered at the thought. She unmuted the phone. "Hi," she put on her best customer service voice, "I'm calling about my seat on flight NEC24 tomorrow." Lycaon gripped her hips tightly and pressed further into her. She felt like she might go insane.

"I see that here," the service agent said, "That's for two adults in first class, how can I help?"

"We need to reschedule!" Ellen said quickly before a moan could escape, "Sorry, bit of an emergency here, do you have anything for-" Ellen's eyes fluttered as she felt Lycaon's pubic bone press against her butt cheeks. Something deep in her stomach quivered uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry," the service agent said, "I think you broke up, you said for which day?"

"Saturday!" Ellen said, "Sorry, I said, Saturday." As Lycaon withdrew, she was surprised by how empty she felt. But as Lycaon slid his full length back inside of her, slowly but forcefully, she couldn't stifle her moan.

"Is everything alright?" The agent asked. Lycaon leaned forward and kissed Ellen in the ear apologetically. She swatted his shoulder, but pushed her butt against him as he withdrew again.

"Sorry, I stubbed my toe," Ellen failed to think of a convincing alternative.

"I see," the service agent chuckled, "Hate when that happens, so for Saturday, only thing I have is a red eye."

"That's fine," Ellen said, "Thank you so much for your help."

"Before I let you go," the service agent interrupted, "Since the rescheduling is happening so soon to take off, we'll have to charge you a rescheduling fee of-"

"That's fine," Ellen cut the agent off as Lycaon turned her on her side and put one of her legs over his shoulder, "Just use the same card. I have to go, bye." She hung up before the agent could hear her ghastly groan as Lycaon's pubic bone kissed her labia. Something was happening in her gut as he nestled himself as deeply as he could. She whimpered lightly as she realized the sensation she felt was her cervix being pressed up against the back of her womb.

"Thank you for taking care of that," Lycaon smirked.

"What happened to missionary?" Ellen asked teasingly. Lycaon didn't answer with words. Instead, he withdrew all but the head and then firmly slid back inside. Ellen moaned as he crushed her womb again. "Lycaon, wait!" She pleaded.

Lycaon froze, "Did I hurt you?"

"What?" Ellen was confused, or dazed, or hung over, she couldn't be sure, "No, I just- You're pressing against my cervix and-" Lycaon withdrew a little, clearing up space in her mind. "Thank you," she sighed.

"I hurt you," Lycaon worried.

"No," Ellen assured him, "It was weird, but... no, you didn't hurt me." There was something carnal about it, the sensation spoke to Ellen on an evolutionary level. It summoned something in her that she was not ready to address. As she reached for him, Lycaon leaned down. Ellen arched her back as he shifted inside of her, but he was careful not to move any deeper. He cupped Ellen's cheek and pressed his forehead against her temple. "Not so deep for a bit," Ellen said, "Okay?"

Lycaon nodded, pressing a kiss into her ear, then her cheek, then her lips. They laid there, connected at the hips, and made out passionately for what felt like hours. Ellen was acutely aware of everything her body was doing in this moment. As Lycaon forced his tongue between her lips, she could feel her womb lifting to make more room for his perfect member.

"Lycaon," Ellen pleaded, "I need you."

"I know," Lycaon panted into her lips, "I need you too." Ellen gripped the back of his neck and bit her lip hard as Lycaon began to thrust into her again. This time he was not so courteous as to tease her with long slow strokes. This time he was making up for lost time.

"Oh fuhk," Ellen groaned as her body quickly became his. Surrendering herself over, she gleefully watched as her body bent to his will. Her stomach undulated with each impactful thrust. Her hips rocked to accommodate his hunger. He clung to her leg, fingers digging into her thigh, as he desperately filled her again and again. "Lycaon," Ellen pleaded, "We have time!"

"There's never enough time," Lycaon said. Ellen moved her hand from his neck to his cheek. The soft empathy that was exposed to him pushed him past the limit. Ellen gasped as he withdrew from her, his spasming cock covering her chest and stomach in white fluid. "I'm so sorry," Lycaon said, "I didn't mean to-" Ellen rubbed her thumb against his cheek.

"It's fine," she said with a soft smile. It wasn't the first time someone had finished on her, but it was clear this was a first for Lycaon. The soft warmth as his ichor spread over her body felt reassuring. His twitching phallus slowly resting against her abdomen made her feel confident. But it was his lips, expressive yet timid, eager but controlled, hers and totally hers alone, those lips pressed against her neck as she wrapped her arms behind him. She whispered softly in his ear, "Let's shower and then order dinner." 

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Lycaon leaned back on the couch. Ellen straddled his hips, sighing softly as his cock pulsed against her. She rolled her hips excitedly, her eyes were half closed. She liked the way Lycaon looked at her when she grabbed his cock and placed it at her entrance.

"Ready?" She asked with a pleased giggle.

Lycaon nodded.

Ellen carefully slid down his shaft, chuckling to herself when she felt the wisps of Lycaon's tail wagging back and forth. "Go slowly," Lycaon suggested, "You don't ned to show off if you're not-" Ellen ignored his suggestion.

She wanted to ride him until he begged her to stop. She wanted to use him the way he used her. She wanted the rest of her life to feel like this moment. Lycaon gritted his teeth, grabbing hold of her waist. His eyes tracked her breasts as they bounced on her chest.

Ellen put her hands on Lycaon's shoulders. "This feels so good," her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned, "Fuck- so big!"

Lycaon let out a sigh as he began to roll his hips into her. She gripped his shoulders tighter, resting her forehead against his. "You're so beautiful," Lycaon whispered.

"Tell me that again," Ellen sighed, "When you're not kissing my cervix."

Lycaon chuckled, "I will tell you you're beautiful whenever you want." Her expression softened, her chest was light and fluffy, and she smiled at him sweetly. Then she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Enough," she commanded.

Lycaon nodded. Gripping her hips tightly, he began to thrust into her. Guiding her faster and faster on his cock. She felt like a toy, like he only wanted to use her as a hole. It drove her crazy in the best way possible. Especially when she took into account the hours he would spend cuddling her, holding her, eating her out, and doing almost anything she asked of him. His focus on her pleasure was so delightfully refreshing that moments like this where he let go and fed his own hunger selfishly were meaningless. She felt safe knowing that he would care for her tenderly in the afterglow.

"Grab my tits," Ellen instructed. She gasped as Lycaon moved his hands to her chest and fondled her aggressively. Pulling her nipple into his mouth, he sucked and licked. But his eyes were ever vigilant, watching Ellen for any unspoken instructions. Right now, Ellen's face was begging him to keep going.

Ellen took over moving on his cock. Desperation filled her lungs only to be exhaled as pure lust. As she felt Lycaon swell and stiffen inside of her, she knew he was close. Any second now, he would fill her with cum and she would finally feel that soft warmth in her deepest parts. Lycaon released her breasts and forcefully grabbed her hips. Ellen gasped and moaned as he hungrily thrusted into her pussy. This was it, this was the moment, she would finally-

Lycaon slid out of Ellen at the last second. Ellen collapsed onto Lycaon, sighing as thick hot strands began to cover her back. "Did you finish?" Lycaon asked as soon as he gained his composure.

Ellen cupped his cheeks and kissed him passionately. Diving her tongue between his lips, she teased and taunted him into playing with her. His hands grabbed her ass and secured her to his lap. Their tails flicked back and forth in unison as they happily lost themselves in the taste of the other. Unfortunately, their moment of wordless intimacy was interrupted by a knock on their door.

"I totally forgot we ordered food," Ellen sighed into his lips, "Do you think they'll leave it at the door if we don't-"

Another knock.

"I'll get it," Lycaon said.

"Thanks," she kissed him softly on the nose, "I'm going to start the bath." Lycaon smiled as Ellen walked into the bedroom. Normally he was a stringent believer in proper safety during sex. This meant he never had the opportunity to experience certain scenarios. Watching Ellen sigh as his cock poured cum on her stomach, breasts, and back, had awoken something in him.

Donning his complimentary bath robe, Lycaon answered the door and delivered the food to the living room table. "Lycaon?" Ellen called for him.

"Yes," he said, standing in the bedroom doorway.

"What are you doing?" Ellen asked as she leaned out of the bathroom.

"I brought the food in and was going to-" He stopped as Ellen shook her head. Her expression was one of need and want. Her eyes stared at Lycaon hungrily. With a wordless curl of her finger, she instructed Lycaon to join her.

Lycaon shed the bath robe and started to approach, but Ellen held up her hand. "The food?" She said with a smile, "Unless you like cold burgers."

Lycaon nodded, grabbed the tray holding their lunch, and joined Ellen. The bath tub was large enough for two people of ordinary size. Unfortunately, Lycaon was not of ordinary size, and neither was Ellen's tail. This meant lots of laughter and smiles as the two tried to find a comfortable configuration. "Okay," Ellen laughed as she repositioned Lycaon's cock so it wasn't poking at her stomach, "Now put your leg here." Even though she knew it didn't have a mind of its own, she liked the idea of his cock wanting to fill her so badly it would always point to her womb like a compass does to magnetic poles.

He slid into place and breathed a sigh of relief as they finally found a suitable configuration. "That wasn't so hard," he said.

"Not at all," Ellen reached for the tray and lifted the cloche. Dunking the fries into the small tin of ketchup, she fed them to Lycaon, stitching a kiss between each bite. As Ellen took a bite of his burger, he watched lovingly as she rolled her eyes in delight. Lycaon noticed the tip of her caudal fin flicked back and forth rapidly. "I had no idea I was this hungry," she said with a chuckle. She covered her mouth, filled with embarrassment as she accidentally spoke with food in her mouth. Blushing she informed Lycaon, "Sorry, this is mine now."

"What did you order again?" He asked.

"Spicy chicken sandwich," Ellen answered, her cheeks full of perfectly cooked ground beef, "Though, probably not that spicy for you."

"Probably not," Lycaon agreed as he took the sandwich and offered it to Ellen.

"No," Ellen chuckled, "you need to eat as well."

"I will," he said, "You fed me, and I want to do the same."

Ellen smiled, feeling her cheeks start to warm. "Can I ask you something?" She said. Lycaon placed the sandwich back on the tray. "You're... experienced," Ellen said politely, "What were your past girlfriends like?"

"Why do you want to know?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I just-" she smirked, "You're kind of really amazing, it's hard to imagine someone would give this up."

"Well," he looked down at Ellen's waist. Putting his hand on her hip, he gripped it tightly. "The incompatibilities were not emotional," he explained, "They were physical."

"Like..." Ellen looked incredulous, "Like you were too big?"

Lycaon nodded.

"Mind you," Lycaon sighed, "I don't normally go for women your height."

"Ah, you like'em tall?" She teased.

"Somewhat," he admitted, "I also think I'm much simpler than that."

"Meaning?" She asked.

"I find a woman with large breasts, wide set hips, and a courteous smile to be sexier than anything you could find on a runway or lingerie catalog," he explained.

"Is this your sneaky way of admitting you've dated models before?" Ellen jokingly insinuated.

"There was a model," Lycaon answered, "But you wouldn't know her work."

"Fine, fine," Ellen said, smiling, "So fat tits, thick hips, big butt-"

"I didn't say anything about butts," Lycaon interjected.

"And a stunning personality," Ellen continued, "that's all it takes to swoon the great von Lycaon?"

Lycaon nodded.

"Oh and the physical compatibilities," Ellen added.

"It does help," Lycaon smiled.

A knot develops in her stomach, and a question leaps from her lips before she is ready to address it. "What if we weren't compatible," she said, "What if we- we got here and we didn't work? Would you stop pursuing me?"

"Are you asking if I only value you for your sexual abilities and characteristics?" Lycaon asked.

"...no?" Ellen winced. Hearing her question rephrased like that it sounded more like an accusation rather than a genuine concern.

"If we weren't compatible," Lycaon moved his hand to her lower back, "There are other ways to express gratitude and appreciation beyond penetrative sex. Like oral, mutual masturbation, and more. But what I feel for you is not strictly tied to sex, or to physical qualities. You possess a multitude of facets that mean more to me than physical compatibility."

"Thanks," Ellen smiled, then decided to let her anxiety win one final time, "And if you had to list like five of them?"

Lycaon nuzzled Ellen's cheek, "I like the way I feel when you smile at me."

"Technically physical, but I'll allow it," Ellen teased.

"I like how you always do what you need to get something done," he continued, "I like how you dedicate yourself to your goals.

"I like how you think on your feet, I like how you always try to fix your mistakes, I like how when you eat something delicious the tip of your caudal fin flicks back and forth rapidly," he added.

"IT DOES?!" Ellen asked.

"Yes," Lycaon smiled, "While it is technically physical, I do find you incredibly attractive."

"How sweet," Ellen teased, kissing Lycaon softly on the lips. His heart fluttered when Ellen giggled as their kiss broke. "Okay," she said with a pleased sigh, "I'm ready to be fed." Lycaon grabbed the sandwich and held it above her head, like a she was a Roman emperor being fed grapes off the vine.

As Ellen bit into the sandwich, she realized how Lycaon was staring at her. She covered her mouth in fear that he might find her chewing unattractive. But his stare confirmed that it didn't matter, and she was fighting her own anxieties. "Ellen," he said as he leaned in, pressing his lips into Ellen's ear, "You're so beautiful."

Ellen stood behind Lycaon, her arms wrapped around his waist. He was wearing another comfortable short sleeve button up, a pair of khaki shorts, and tennis sneakers. Ellen wore a camisole and a pair of yoga shorts that were comfortable enough to sleep in. They had a long flight ahead of them, and she planned on sleeping through most of it. After complaining about being cold, Lycaon purchased her a generic fun colored airport hoodie. She would have preferred to wear one of his, but seeing as they were leaving a week-long beach vacation, it's understandable why he didn't have one to give.

"You alright?" Lycaon asked.

Ellen pressed her cheek into his shoulder blade. "No," she admitted.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked, stroking her hand gently. Their flight had not shown up on the big board, and somehow he was more worried about Ellen. Perhaps because he knew whatever came next, Ellen would fix it. As long as he took care of Ellen, loved her with his whole heart, and dedicated himself to her the way she dedicated herself to everything else, everything would be alright.

"Not right now," Ellen said, "I think I'm just tired." And sore. There were parts of her body that ached in ways she had never felt before. Places she didn't know could feel pain let out a pleased but pained sigh as she reflected on the last week. It took everything in her not to drag him into the nearest bathroom and share one final moment with him.

And there was the crux of the issue. Even though they were only going home, this felt like the end. Would they last in their former context? Were their lives compatible with their desires? Would she be able to work for him? Would he grow bored of her?

They were questions that she knew the answer to already, but she wanted to hear it from him. She wanted to know that he felt the same. She felt stupid for thinking the last week wasn't enough proof, but it was just how her brain got sometimes.

Lycaon stiffened up as he saw their flight number, "Come, our flight is this way." Ellen released her grip on his waist and stood beside him. He was carrying all their luggage, and so his hands weren't free. She hated that it felt like he was ignoring her. As if in retaliation, she hooked her finger into the back pocket of his shorts. "Ellen?" He asked, stopping in the middle of the busy concourse, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ellen said, hiding her mouth behind her sleeve, "I just- I like holding onto you."

Lycaon smiled. While angry travelers complained about his decision to do so in the middle of the walkway, he reconfigured how he handled the luggage until he had one hand free. Ellen took it cautiously, but felt safer once his thumb was pressed into the back of her hand. "Thanks," she mumbled.

"Of course," Lycaon whispered into her temple, kissing her softly. Ellen began to blush as Lycaon all but dragged her to their gate. They arrived just in time for first class boarding. Ellen pulled the tickets from her bag and handed them to Lycaon.

"Alright, enjoy your flight, Mr and Mrs Lycaon," the attendant said.

"Thank you," Lycaon said, blushing profusely as he and Ellen held hands until they reached their seats.

This particular airline offered a "pod-like" experience for their first class customers. It meant that Lycaon and Ellen, despite being seated next to each other, were worlds apart. Ellen pulled the hood of her sweater over her head and tried not to think about it. When that failed, she watched the seat belt sign waiting for it like a race car driver waits for the green light. As soon as the seat belt sign turned off, Ellen stood and opened the door between their seats.

"Ellen?" Lycaon asked.

"Shut up," Ellen demanded, sliding beside Lycaon in his premium first class seat.

"We need to talk about this," Lycaon surmised.

"I just-" Ellen buried her face into his bicep, "Promise things won't change?"

"I promise," Lycaon said, carefully moving her so she could rest on top of him. She gently scratched his chest through his shirt, playing with the tufts of chest fur that poked out of his collar.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" She asked.

"Lighter than a feather," Lycaon assured, closing his eyes and reclining his chair.

"Pft, shut up," Ellen said, craning her neck to kiss his jaw line. Lycaon smiled as she shifted around on him until she was comfortable, like a cat kneading a pillow until it was just right. Ellen sighed as his body reacted naturally to her presence and pressed against her. Popping her head up, she surveyed the positions of the flight attendants.

Lycaon grabbed her arm firmly as she reached for his belt. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just a little something to help me get to sleep," she teased, then she saw the anxious look in his eye. She cupped her hand to his neck and felt his heart beating frantically. "I'm sorry," she said, kissing his nose, "I thought it would be a fun experience. I should have asked."

"I wish you had," he said, kissing her cheek then whispering in her ear, "wait for this attendant to pass." Ellen nodded and pretended to sleep against his chest.

"Everything alright here?" The attendant asked.

"Yes," Lycaon said, "Nervous flier."

"Aww," the attendant cooed, "Poor thing." Once the attendant had moved on, Lycaon pulled one of the complimentary blankets over Ellen's back.

Ellen carefully and silently undid the clasp on Lycaon's belt. Undoing the button and carefully pulling down the zipper, she pulled Lycaon free. "We're just going to go really slow," Ellen said, "Nothing that will get us caught."

"Understood," Lycaon said. Pushing the crotch of her shorts and her panties to the side, she pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

Ellen smiled, "Thank you for such a fun vacation."

"You're welcome," Lycaon smirked, "Thank you for-" He lost his train of thought as Ellen slid the head of his cock inside her.

"Hmmmm," Ellen grinned, pleased with herself. Even though her whole body ached like she had worked out for a month straight, being reconnected with Lycaon brought her mind a newfound sense of peace. "So fucking good," she whispered into his clavicle.

"Attendant," Lycaon whispered. Ellen froze.

"Drinks?" The attendant asked.

"A water and a ginger ale," Lycaon says, covering Ellen's ear to keep up the appearance she was asleep.

"She asleep already?" The attendant asked, making polite chit chat with easily the most handsome man on this flight.

"Afraid so," Lycaon said, with an empathetic smile.

"Just so you know," the attendant says as she places their drinks in the cup holders, "If the seat belt sign comes on, she'll have to move back to her seat, alright?"

"Understood," Lycaon said, "Thank you."

Lycaon stifled a groan into the top of Ellen's head as she pressed down further onto him. Ellen could feel the head of his cock starting to kiss her cervix. But she wanted more. She slid her hand between her legs and began to massage her clit. Lycaon's eyes fluttered as she grew to fit more of him inside her.

The seat belt sign turned on.

"Ellen," Lycaon whispered, "We need to stop so you can take your seat."

"Hang on," Ellen said, "I've almost-"

"This is your captain speaking," a voice said over the intercom, "Got a bit of turbulence coming up here, we're going to try and maneuver above it, so expect a brief bout of bumpiness and then it should be smooth sailing."

"Ellen," Lycaon whispered urgently.

"Please," Ellen begged, "Just a little-" She gasped as the planes engines revved and centrifugal force pushed her further onto Lycaon. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix. Her womb caved and bended to try to accommodate.

"Fuck," Lycaon grunted under his breath.

"I know," Ellen said, "Hold on, I'll-" It felt like the plane dropped twenty feet in an instant. Ellen covered her mouth as she slammed onto his cock. Lycaon wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to stabilize her against him. Another jolt, a moan barely stifled into Lycaon's neck. "Holy fuck-" Ellen whispered in Lycaon's ear, "Oh shit, I'm-"

"Flight attendants to your seats," the pilot announced over the intercom.

It felt like that day Lycaon couldn't hold back. Except instead of Lycaon dragging her to the floor, Mother Nature was shaking the plane and slamming his cock into her womb. He clutched the back her head, trying to resist the evolutionary urge that commanded he thrust into her and impregnate her.

As the plane seemed to fall out of the sky, Ellen bit hard into Lycaon's shoulder to stifle a groan. Something was wrong, an entirely new sensation took over. "My womb," Ellen whispered.

"I know," Lycaon whispered back, "I'm trying not to go too deep."

"No, no," she winced as another bout of turbulence caused his dick to stir her up deep inside, "Your dick- fuhk -it's in my womb!"

"Ellen," he pressed a kiss into her temple and softly continued, "I'm so sorry, I can't-" He grunted as the plane jostled. Ellen's cervix squeezed the head of his cock tightly. He tried to lift Ellen off to give her some relief, but she only pressed down harder.

"Don't," she pleaded in a hushed tone, her face drunk on ecstasy, "It feels so good!"

"So tight!" Lycaon grunted into her ear, "I can't-" Ellen sighed into Lycaon's chest. Her mind was filled with the image of his thick hard cock twitching and pulsing inside her, thick white fluid bursting from the tip. She could feel the warmth of his essence flood her womb and leak into her vagina. Warmth, so warm, so deep inside, her body called out to her consciousness demanding she make it happen again. "Ellen," Lycaon whispered between tired panting, "I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

She grabbed him by the jaw, a look of lewd fascination and adoration on her face. "That felt incredible, I'm starting birth control," she announced to him. He nodded in agreement, though he knew he had little say in the matter.

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Ellen couldn't sleep. The only thing she could do was get ready for work. She did. It would be several hours before Lycaon came to pick her up.

She walked out of her apartment, dressed in her usual white button up, black pencil skirt. She traded her "spiffy" loafers for actual heels, and instead of tights, she wore a garter belt and stockings. A cheap trick to gain more confidence since suddenly everywhere felt like uncharted waters. As she entered the air lock entry way of her apartment, she didn't bother to look for Lycaon. It was way too early.

"Ellen?" Lycaon said, rolling down the passenger side window of his car.

"Lycaon?" Ellen looked around, the street lights were still on, the sun was nowhere to be seen, "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep," Lycaon said with a smirk, "Good morning."

"Yeah," Ellen sighed as her wistful feelings faded into adoration, "Good morning."

"Want to come with me to get coffee?" Lycaon asked.

"You would dare show up here without coffee?" Ellen teased as she opened the passenger side door.

"I know," he chuckled, "Bold of me."

Then, like a couple of idiots who learned nothing from the last several months, both waited for the other to make the first move. "You got plenty of sleep?" Lycaon asked awkwardly.

"I did," Ellen answered, "You?"

"Yes," Lycaon said, "It felt good to be back in my own bed."

Ellen couldn't stand how awkward everything felt. He said everything would be the same, they would be the same. Why did it feel so different?

Lycaon felt a similar frustration, but it wasn't aimed at their situation. He was frustrated with himself. He was being too careful again. Ellen expected him to act a certain way, and it was clear to him he was failing to do so.

They arrived at the coffee shop in silence. Ellen went to open her door, but Lycaon locked it. She looked over at Lycaon, his hand hovered over the lock button. "Everything alright?" She asked.

"I just need a second," he requested.

Ellen relaxed in her seat. Twiddling her thumbs, she waited for Lycaon to figure out what he wanted to say. The street lights flickered and then turned off. The sky went through a gradient of blacks to reds to purples to oranges. "Lycaon, it's fine," Ellen said, more interested in getting her morning caffeine fix than settling whatever anxieties they both felt.

"It's not," Lycaon mumbled.

"Hey," Ellen said, "Look at me." Lycaon turned his head to face her. Her smile lit up his world. "Let's get some coffee," she continued, "We can talk about it over breakfast."

Lycaon smirked. Of course Ellen had the answer.

"Good plan," Lycaon said, "But I need to do something first."

"...Okay," Ellen chuckled, "What is-" She stopped as Lycaon cupped her cheek. She gulped loudly as Lycaon leaned forward. She met him in the middle, their noses brushing against each other as they awkwardly attempted to reestablish the intimate connection they had created on vacation. Ellen tilted her head to bring her lips closer to his, but he pulled away. She felt confused, but understood when she did the same and he pursued.

Her heart grew into a tempest, and her stomach felt electric. His lips tingled in anticipation, and his chest tightened as it was desperate to inhale her once again.

"Hey!" Someone walking by on the sidewalk shouted, "Get a room! There's kids out here."

Lycaon pulled away, waving to the passerby. "Come on, we should-" Lycaon was silenced by her lips. Ellen didn't care what some nobody on the sidewalk said. She needed him, and she wanted the world to know. Her arms wrapped behind his neck. His hand steadied her waist.

As their kiss broke, Ellen pressed her forehead to his. "Good morning."

"Yes," Lycaon chuckled, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, "It is a good morning."

Work was a drag. At first it was interesting because everyone asked them how it was, what was the beach like, was it as exotic as it sounded? Ellen and Lycaon had worked out their story prior to arriving at work and were prepared for all of it.

"It was a beach," Lycaon said, "Sand everywhere, we spent most of it in the hotel room brainstorming."

"Don't listen to him," Ellen objected, "It was fun, there were drinks with the little umbrellas, but I don't think I would use the word 'exotic', felt very corporate."

The luster of their work-cation quickly faded. As everyone's questions got answered, it meant that Ellen had to actually focus on her job. It felt like they had lived a lifetime in that hotel room. Ellen felt a little morbid about it. She tried not to let it affect her, but eventually the bad thought won and she had to sit with it.

"Ellen," Lycaon called out, "Could I get your help?" Ellen stood, grabbed her note pad, and entered his office. "Please, close the door," he instructed, "Its embarrassing to let my employees see me struggle with computers."

Ellen chuckled and closed the door behind her. "What is it this time?" She asked, sidling up beside him.

"I'm trying to open this attachment," Lycaon said, "I can download it, but then it's like it disappears."

Ellen clicked the "Download Attachment" button. The file downloaded fine, and she could see it land in his "Downloads" folder.

"Are you wearing tights today?" Lycaon asked softly.

"I don't see what that has to do with-" Ellen said, but paused when she felt a familiar hand slide up her inner thigh. The back of her skirt lifted as he reached under. She sighed as his index finger gently stroked her clit through her panties.

"From now on," Lycaon said in a stern whisper, "Either you wear stockings or nothing. I don't want anything getting in my way."

"Okay," Ellen sighed, her heart beat in triplets as Lycaon's possessive side reared its gorgeous and handsome head, "Before we get too-" she took in a sharp breath as he pulled her panties aside, "deep, just know we have five more days before we can do it again."

"Is this a test?" Lycaon joked.

Ellen slapped his shoulder, "No, it's for the birth control."

"I don't see a problem with that," Lycaon answered, "May I continue?" Ellen nodded, leaning forward. Not wanting to be outdone, she reached down and began to stroke Lycaon through his pants. Lycaon sighed, cursing himself for not selling his company and living the rest of his life in that hotel room.

The door to Lycaon's office was unlocked. It was exciting knowing they could be caught at any second. Occasionally shapes would pass by, giving them pause. Maybe it was someone dropping off a paper on Ellen's desk or passing along a message. Whatever it was, they never stayed for long.

"You're so wet," Lycaon complimented as his middle finger slid effortlessly inside.

Ellen still couldn't believe how large he felt in her hand. "I need it," she mumbled.

"I thought we had to wait," Lycaon said. He was as eager to be inside her as she was to invite him in. Even though he doubted it could happen again, for fear of hurting her, the experience on the plane rewired a part of his brain. While he cared and adored Ellen, he finally saw her for the sexual creature she could be. 

"We do," Ellen sighed, his fingers felt good, but they weren't enough, "We could always-"

"Hey boss," Seth barged into the office, staring at a clipboard. Ellen and Lycaon withdrew their appendages before he had a chance to notice. "These numbers don't make any sense on the Thymefield account," he continued, "There's like five million missing."

"Did you factor in Master Thymefield's extensive but very private hospitalization and experimental treatments?" Lycaon asked.

"I mean-" Seth shook his head with a confused look on his face,  "I'll go over it again, but that is still like five hundred grand missing."

"I trust you are able to figure it out," Lycaon encouraged, "Please close the door behind you."

"Yeah, sure sure," he said, still not looking up from his clipboard. As the door closed, Ellen all but crumpled to the floor.

"That was too close," she said, clutching her chest.

"Agreed," Lycaon said, "Perhaps on our lunch break we could-"

"No," Ellen said firmly, "Not during the work day."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"No, I'm not sure!" Ellen whispered coarsely, "But I don't want to lose this job, or get you in trouble!"

"Alright," he said nodding along, "No promiscuity during the work day."

"Have a nice night," Ellen said as Seth waved at her. It was a small tradition of their's. He would do a little dance, she would giggle politely, and they would wish each other a good night.

As Lycaon opened his office door to be sure they were the only two left, he found Ellen hurriedly rushing to lock the front door. "Okay, that's everyone," she said, excited that Lycaon had a similar mindset.

"Sit at your desk," he instructed. As she did, she undid a couple of buttons on her blouse and fluffed her hair.

"Did you need something Mr. Lycaon?" She said in a sweet tone, fluttering her eye lashes and playing into the busty secretary stereotype.

"The accent is unnecessary," Lycaon smiled, "But I do have something I need you to fix for me." He stepped closer.

Ellen bit her bottom lip, and leaned forward, exposing what little cleavage was professional to reveal. "For you, Mr. Lycaon," she grabbed his inner thigh, stroking his straining cock through his pant leg, "Oh I'd do anything for you."

"Good girl," he smirked. Ellen giggled internally but did not break character. She watched excitedly as Lycaon undid his belt and pulled his glorious erection from his briefs.

Ellen undid more buttons on her blouse, then opened the clasp on the front of her bra. Lycaon sighed as she pressed her breasts together. She seductively dragged a finger along her cleavage, taunting him, begging him. While her chest was bigger than most, Lycaon was bigger still. She hummed a gleeful tune as his cock rested against her sternum.

"Ms. Joe," Lycaon said, "I think this will do nicely." Gathering the saliva in her mouth, she extended her tongue and let it drip onto his cock. Lycaon twitched at the sight of Ellen's tongue hanging from her mouth. With her saliva covering his cock, he began to flex his hips. To think heaven on earth could be found between Ellen Joe's breasts.

"I'm so sorry you can't use my slutty wet hole, Mr. Lycaon," Ellen said, adopting the accent again, "Will my fat milky tits and pretty mouth be enough?"

"Ellen," Lycaon said softly as he cupped her cheek, "I appreciate your efforts, but let's do try and be more subtle."

"You're no fun," Ellen said teasingly, stroking his cock with her tits. She watched Lycaon's face carefully, hunting for signs he was about to push past his limit. Every time he gave a tiny grunt, she gave his cock a long stroke before returning to the quickened pace.

"Fuck," he muttered, "You're so beautiful."

"I bet you tell that to all the girls who let you fuck their tits," Ellen teased.

"No," he assured, "Only you." Then he winced.

Ellen leaned forward and lapped at the head of his cock. Without missing a beat, Lycaon grabbed Ellen's head, holding her in place. She sucked on his cock while she stroked it with her breasts. It felt dehumanizing, all these facets of her body used for his pleasure alone, but Ellen lived for the moment after. The moment where every muscle in Lycaon's body tensed, where he forgot about his responsibilities for just a moment and revealed the animalistic urges he tried to hide.

"Come on," Ellen said, gasping for air as Lycaon gripped her shoulders for support, "I want you to do it, I want to taste your hot sticky cum in the back of my throat, I want to-" Lycaon winced, grunting loudly as he thrusted his hips harder. Ellen cut the dirty talk and focused solely on sucking every drop he could produce.

As requested, Lycaon unleashed spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as he forced her head onto him further. His cock pressed against the back of her throat as the last burst painted her esophagus.

Carefully, she coerced any cum that remained in his urethra into her mouth. Lycaon watched with a lustful stare as she tilted her head back and swallowed. After wiping away a small glob from the corner of her mouth, Ellen smiled when she caught Lycaon's stare. "Want to see?" She asked.

He nodded.

Ellen opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. She felt giddy as he grabbed her jaw and tilted her head back. Being inspected like this, she almost felt like he was deciding whether she was worth keeping. She figured she would save that particular role play scenario for later on in their relationship.

"I want to bring you home with me," Lycaon said, unaware of the fantasy playing out in Ellen's mind, "Would you want to spend the night?"

"I don't know, boss," Ellen leaned back in her chair, "It is a school night." She leaned into his palm as he cupped her cheek. Truth was she didn't really care, her place or his, spending the night or playing hooky, breakfast or dinner, she was just happy to have him all to herself.

"We'll stop by your apartment," Lycaon planned, "You grab the clothes you need, toiletries, and then we'll return to my estate."

"Estate?" Ellen asked out loud, "I knew you were well off, but I didn't think you had an estate."

Lycaon blushed, "It is a humble brownstone, but it was passed down to me by my father."

"I see," Ellen began buttoning up her blouse, "And when we get to your place, what is it you plan on doing?"

Lycaon leaned into Ellen's ear and whispered his plan. "First, I'm going to strip your clothes from your body."

"Good start," Ellen teased, guiding his stiffening cock back into his briefs, "Then what?"

"Then I'll bury my muzzle into your cunt and eat you out until you cum," Lycaon continued, "I'll keep doing that until you beg me to stop." Ellen shivered as Lycaon used crude abhorrent language instead of his usual flowery lexicon. It felt nice for a change.

"Finally, I'll carry you into the bath and wash your tender supple body," he finished.

Ellen, closing the clasp of his belt, smiled up at him, "And what am I supposed to be doing during all of this?"

Lycaon shrugged, "Whatever you want to. I only request you let me bring you to climax with my tongue at least once."

"Careful, pup," she teased, cautiously trying out a nickname, "I can be quite insatiable for the right pair of lips."

"Insatiable," Lycaon hummed, "I like that."

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"You weren't joking," Ellen said as she looked at the gaudy wallpaper covering Lycaon's entryway, "This place was definitely inherited."

"I take it my father's taste in wallpaper isn't suitable," Lycaon said as he hung up his blazer and set his suitcase down by the front door. Ellen clung to the strap of her canvas bag. It wasn't the first time a boy had brought her home. But it was the first time the boy owned said home, instead of renting or living in a basement. She decided it was best to remove the bag for now.

"It's growing on me," Ellen smiled.

"I've been meaning to change it," Lycaon looked at the lime green wallpaper with Celtic symbols placed in a repeating pattern, "But I can't find anything quite as..."

"Unique," Ellen offered.

Lycaon smiled, "You understand the issue exactly."

Ellen took a step forward, standing in front of him, and undid his tie. Lycaon reached for the buttons on her blouse, slowly revealing her cleavage one button at a time. Ellen did the same, taking all the time she needed to run her fingers through the tuft of fur on his chest. When Lycaon reached Ellen's skirt, he fumbled as he searched for the zipper.

"Right here," Ellen whispered into his pecs as she tapped her hip.

"Of course," Lycaon mumbled into the top of her head.

Ellen wondered how such simple acts of intimacy could feel so routine yet so appreciated. It was like this was their hundredth time coming home together, but her heart jumped and skipped like they hadn't even had their first kiss yet. As her skirt floomphed into the entryway carpt, she shrugged off her blouse and undid the clasp of her bra.

Lycaon joined her, quickly undoing the belt on his pants before sliding out of his white button up. Ellen blushed as she saw how his member strained against his underwear. Lycaon couldn't take his eyes off of her beautiful chest.

"Lycaon," Ellen said softly, putting a hand on his chest, "I know you wanted to eat me out until my brains came out or whatever but..." She sighed as she tried to think of how best to phrase her request. "I think..." She closed her eyes as she thought, then opened them to find Lycaon staring at her intently. He was prepared for anything she said next, and would never judge her. "I think I want to fall asleep in your arms tonight," she admitted.

"I would like that as well," he said with a smile.

"But-" Ellen bit the tip of her thumb to stave off the anxiety.

"Could I admit something first?" Lycaon asked. Ellen nodded. "I am much more tired now than I was when I first concocted that plan. Falling asleep with you in my arms feels like the perfect way to cap today off."

Ellen smiled, then hid her face against his chest, embarrassed at how easily she blushed around him. "I agree," she said softly. She gasped as Lycaon lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist. She chuckled into his neck as he carried her to the bedroom. Lycaon liked how her red lace panties felt in his palm.

Plopping down on the bed, Lycaon took a moment to admire her beauty. Ellen slid her panties off and threw them seductively somewhere in the bedroom. "I thought you didn't want to do anything tonight," Lycaon confirmed, running his hand from her waist to her hips.

"I don't, but..." Ellen said, blushing as she sheepishly admitted, "We should probably shower before bed, don't you think?"

Lycaon smiled, and slid his briefs down his legs. Ellen giggled as his cock bounced and escaped its confined. Pouncing on her, Lycaon picked Ellen back up as she squealed in delight and carried her into the shower. After helping Ellen carefully climb down his body, he opened the sliding glass door into the shower for her. Ellen did her best to be seductive but cute, sexy enough to keep his hands on her but adorable enough to keep him inline.

Lycaon was not interested in doing anything to Ellen that she didn't want, and so Ellen's tight rope walk went unnoticed. He was just admiring how beautiful Ellen looked under the soft fluorescent lights.

"You're staring," Ellen teased as she turned on the shower. The rain style shower head above them felt like a surprise spring storm. The water wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold, it was meant for refurbishing and refreshing the ground beneath them.

"Do you mind?" Lycaon asked, cupping her neck and rubbing his thumb against her jaw.

"It's a little embarrassing," Ellen admitted. She took his hand and placed a kiss into the palm. Lycaon put a hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him. "But, when it's you, and we're alone, it makes me feel bubbly inside," Ellen continued.

"Then I won't stop," Lycaon assured, kissing her cheek gently.

Lycaon turned to lather soap into his loofah, but was shocked when Ellen grabbed his hips. "Did you want to... you know," Ellen asked, "I know if guys don't get a release, it can hurt."

Lycaon furrowed his brow. "Where did you hear that?" He asked, rubbing the mint and tea tree oil body wash into a sudsy lather. He smiled as Ellen pressed her pubic bone against his buttocks. Her hands crept towards his crotch.

"An ex of mine," Ellen sighed, "It's another lie isn't it?"

"It is," Lycaon chuckled.

Ellen grabbed his member. This was her first time seeing it up close and soft, and it fascinated her. "Doesn't it hurt if you have an erection for a long time?" She asked.

Lycaon thought about it, "I haven't experienced that."

"Do you ever... you know?" Ellen asked.

"Masturbate?" Lycaon asked with a chuckle. He began to wash his arms with the loofah as he continued answer Ellen's questions. "I fear I'm a bit too old for that," he admitted, "Feels childish."

"But what do you do if you're in the mood before bed," Ellen asked. Ellen smiled as his member began to fill with blood, slowly growing stiffer against her palm.

"Read a book," he says with a shrug.

"That sounds dull," Ellen complained, "You should use me instead."

Lycaon froze.

Ellen winced in pain as she realized the inside thoughts managed to make their way outside. "Can we ignore that?" Ellen pleaded.

"What do you mean by..." Lycaon felt excited by the word, "You said I 'should use you', what did you-"

"It's nothing," Ellen said, "Idle fantasies, too many romance books, I was-" Lycaon turned to face her, she shivered slightly as his erection pressed against her lower abdomen.

"Do you think I'm using you?" He asked, a genuine hurt in his tone.

"No!" Ellen pouted, then her shoulders fell as she explained, "No, it's so much more embarrassing than that. It's like a kink, yeah?" She continued, holding her hands to her chest, "You set up rules with your partner, and then if one of you is in the mood, they can... use the other."

Lycaon put a hand on her shoulder, a concerned look on his face, "Is this also something your ex told you about?"

"No," Ellen chuckled, "I read about it online, like I said, idle fantasies." She clutched her hands together, praying she hadn't revealed too much. But Lycaon's expression wasn't one of anger or disgust, he was interested and wanted to hear more about what Ellen liked and wanted. "I'm saying," Ellen sighed, "I don't want you to go to bed feeling unfulfilled. I'd feel happier knowing you felt satisfied while you slept next to me."

"I want the same for you," Lycaon assured.

Ellen was not worried about that. She knew as long as Lycaon was in her life, satisfaction was the least of her worries.

"Trust me," Ellen put a hand on his chest, "You leave me very satisfied."

"I know," Lycaon smirked, "I'm pretty good at it."

Even though the king bed had plenty of room for both of them, Ellen laid on top of Lycaon. The sound of his heart, the whoosh of his breath in his lungs, and the warmth that emanated off him all culminated into a perfect storm that rocked Ellen to sleep easily. But she found herself distracted by the fit toned body underneath her.

Lycaon wrapped his arms around her waist. He tried to ignore the thoughts and urges in his mind. But it was impossible when such a beautiful creature laid naked on top of him. Eventually, the thoughts became too much, and his erection began to grow.

Ellen chuckled as she felt Lycaon grow against her. "You need me to get you a book?" She teased.

"No," Lycaon sighed, "It will go away eventually."

"Well if it doesn't," Ellen continued, "I could always sing you a lullaby."

"That won't be necessary," Lycaon chuckled, "But I do appreciate the offer."

"You could also put it between my-" A rumbling in Ellen's stomach gave her pause.

"I completely forgot to feed you," Lycaon groans, "Ellen I wish you had told me, I would have fed you."

"I'm not that hungry!" Ellen tried to insist, but another grumble from her abdomen betrayed her.

"No, I won't have a woman under my roof going hungry," he declared. Ellen gasped as he picked her up without a thought and carried her down stairs. He liked the feeling of her butt cheek in one hand and her legs and tail wrapped around his waist. Ellen found it very scary, but as she felt Lycaon's shoulder muscles flex as she clutched them she felt safer.

Lycaon set Ellen down on the kitchen island and opened the fridge. "Hey," Ellen started, leaning forward and kicking her legs giddily, "How come you don't ask about my previous partners?"

"It's in the past," Lycaon explains, "And it's clear you've moved on from them."

"Touche," Ellen retorted, "But what if I had been with some major hunk with a big cock and was super rich?"

"Like me?" Lycaon teased with a smirk. Ellen squealed internally.

"More so," she said, some how managing to hide her excitement. Lycaon didn't play the smug rich asshole character often, hardly ever, and so when he did, it was a fun change of pace.

"Do you still have feelings for this imaginary boyfriend?" Lycaon asked, finally pulling out a meal prep container of barbecue chicken and rice.

"I might," Ellen teased, staring at Lycaon's butt as he walked to the microwave to reheat his meal. He set the container in the appliance, then delivered a kiss to Ellen as he went to the sink. Snatching a bundle of paper towel, he runs it under the faucet.

"While the imminent threat of an ex that you are still into sounds like a harrowing task," Lycaon said, turning off the faucet, "I am not worried in my abilities."

"You're not the jealous type?" Ellen asked.

"Not now," Lycaon answered.

"Not now?" Ellen repeated.

Lycaon looked down shamefully, "I can get... possessive."

Ellen waited for him to continue. He loaded the meal into the microwave, covered it with the wet paper towel, and set it to run for a few minutes. They both watched the container spin behind the glass door. As it beeped, Lycaon opened a drawer and pulled out a fork. He looked up at Ellen and offered the container to her.

She reached out, taking it from his hands. He suddenly felt sheepish and out of sorts. Did it hurt to admit that?

"What do you mean by possessive?" Ellen asked. Lycaon opened the fridge again, pulling out a different container filled with lettuce, peppers, potato chunks, and a creamy white dressing.

"Exactly that," he said, stuffing his face to avoid the conversation.

"Is this like..." Ellen wondered if this was a topic worth pursuing, "You remember that day with Seth? When you put your hand on my neck?"

Lycaon nodded.

"You mean like that," Ellen confirmed.

"Yes," Lycaon admitted

"You liked me even back then?" Ellen asked.

"I've liked you for a very long time, Ellen Joe," Lycoan admitted.

"Don't just use my last name like that!" Ellen said, blushing into her dinner.

"It doesn't bother you?" Lycaon asked.

"What? You being possessive?" Ellen asked. Lycaon nodded. "I mean," Ellen shrugged, then sighed.

"I understand if this changes things," Lycaon said solemnly.

"I don't mean like that," Ellen said rolling her eyes at his dramatic way, "I mean like, you haven't been possessive in a way that stops me from doing things. If it means I don't get pestered, and no more getting accused of stealing from shitty boutiques, and no more Seth hanging around my desk, seems like a boon to me."

Lycaon smirked.

"But also... not for nothing..." Ellen bit the end of her fork, crossing her ankles, if her hair was long enough she would be twirling it too, "I think it's kinda hot when you treat like your possession."

Lycaon looked at her confused.

"Like, don't get me wrong," Ellen continued, setting her food and fork down, "If you're like going to try and tell me who I can or can't hang out with, that doesn't fly with me. If you're like telling me what is 'acceptable' to wear, I'm going to call you an asshole and wear something twice as bad."

Lycaon approached Ellen. She could not deny the hunger in his eyes.

"But when you take hold of me," Ellen explained, "Like when you touched my neck, or you pull me close, or when you pulled me down to the ground at the hotel, that stuff gets my heart racing and I-" Lycaon was on top of her. Ellen scooted back on the kitchen island, but he crawled on top of her. "Is this-" Ellen gulped as her head rested against the marble countertop, "you being possessive?"

"No," Lycaon answered, "This is me showing how much I appreciate your candidness." Before Ellen could say anything else, he pressed his lips to hers. She shivered as his cock prodded her womb, tempting her to bend the rules.

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For everyone else in the office, it was another day at work. Navigating the weird odd jobs they end up receiving, completing tasks and filling out time sheets. The only significance of the day was that it was Friday, marking the end of the work week. The office was filled with the usual din that came with the start of the weekend. Coworkers who were friendly with each other went over their weekend plans, while the loners among the group carefully pretended to work as they looked up guides on whatever video game they were currently focussed on.

Lycaon was excited because it had been more than a week since he had gone to Burnice's. His soul yearned for the calloused blue collar environment and loud tv's. It felt antithetical to his persona, but perhaps that was what he needed. The occasional semi-forced expanding of his world view. The thought was dashed as her caught sight of Ellen as she returned to her seat.

Ellen was less excited about today, and more excited about tomorrow. Tomorrow was Saturday, and it marked seven days since she started birth control. After Monday's near successful temptation, she committed to spending the rest of the week at her apartment. Staying every night this week at Lycaon's was a surefire way to end up pregnant.

She wondered if that would be so bad.

She pulled a small compact mirror out of her canvas bag and made sure her make up still looked okay. Normally, she went for the typical "nude" look that was make up but didn't look like it. Today, the penultimate day before Lycaon and her could have unprotected sex again, she put on actual make up.

Her eye lashes looked bigger and more defined. Her lips were lined and had a soft red tint as opposed to their normal light pink. Her cheeks had the faintest blush and she actually spent the time to contour. She went back and forth on whether to dot her cheeks with freckles or to put a shine on the tip of her nose. Ultimately she decided that Lycaon was more of a "come as you are" type of guy, and decided against the freckles. She could not resist a small dash of blush on the tip of her nose though.

She opted out of her traditional uniform. The usual white blouse and black pencil skirt with stockings and loafers were gone. She had found this beautiful red denim, long sleeved, buttons all the way down the front, floor length dress. It was the type of dress that looked like she was joining a cult with a fondness for powdered drinks. Ellen had developed an eye for these things though, and she knew she could make it work. When it arrived a few days ago, she tried it on, rolled the sleeves up to her elbows, put a thick black belt around her waist, and undid the top two buttons. Normally, considering she works at a professional office job for serious work, she would wear a bra that had little padding or minimized the size of her chest. Today, she pulled out the big guns.

It left Lycaon speechless, though he said a lot with his actions. The whole ride to work his hand gripped her thigh tightly, playing with the denim fabric between his thumb and pointer. His eyes darted over to her at every red light. He emanated a lewd and needy energy that had tempted Ellen to lean across the center console and relieve him. But she resisted.

"Woah," Seth said as he passed by Ellen's desk, "Ellen, You look... did you... your hair, is it?" His blushing was cute, but he was so far out of his league attempting to talk to Ellen.

"Get back to work, Seth," Ellen suggested. He smiled and shot a pair of finger guns at Ellen. If he wasn't as adorkable as he was, Ellen might be offended that he couldn't see the effort that she put into her appearance today.

Lycaon, sitting quietly in his office and reviewing contracts, was fighting his own demons. They urged him to call Ellen into his office and demand she fall to her knees. They commanded him to pull open the front of her dress and use her fat milky udders for his pleasure. Then, once he had his fill, he would bend her over the desk, lift the back of her skirt, and bury his muzzle into her mound until she climaxed on his face.

He wanted to listen to them, but Ellen had requested that he behave while at work. The thoughts didn't care about that. Thus he was forced to listen to the demons and their idle chatter through out the day, never acting upon their crude ideas.

It made the day go by slowly. By the time Ellen came to knock on his office door, the demons had run out of novel ideas. 

"To Burnice's?" Lycaon asked.

Ellen looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

"What is it?" Lycaon said, smiling.

"Well," Ellen said, "It's been six days."

"Okay?" Lycaon said, confused. Six days since they returned from their vacation? What was the significance?

"Since I started..." Ellen waited for him to connect the dots, but realized quickly it wasn't going to happen, "My birth control?"

"Oh, is the first week a particularly daunting task?" He asked, he knew the side effects for birth control were practically unending.

"Only that you can't have unprotected sex during that time span," Ellen said plainly, "Which means tomorrow is day seven."

"I see," Lycaon didn't have a particularly tiring week, so it was confusing to him why nothing seemed to make sense.

"Lycaon," Ellen said, a hint of frustration in her tone, "It means we can fuck again."

"Right," Lycaon nodded, "Tomorrow." Ellen finished gathering her things and grabbed Lycaon's arm.

"Uh-huh," Ellen said with a teasing lilt, smiling and shaking her head, "Which means tonight we should do something special."

"Special?" Lycaon asked, "What did you have in mind?"

Ellen pressed call button for the elevator, "I want to get intimate with you. I want to cuddle naked, and make out for hours and hours. I want to tease your cock with my body until it's ready to burst. Then when the clock strikes midnight, you'll let go of your stupid inhibitions and fuck me senseless and fill me with all your-" The elevator doors open.

Rina, the head of the sister office, stands staring at a stack of papers in a manilla folder, barely recognizing the elevator had stopped. Ellen released Lycaon's arm, they both took a step away from each other.

"Hey there, Rina," Ellen said, stepping into the elevator, "You're leaving early, huh?"

"Yeah," she had still yet to look up from her folder, "Workload has been light, interns can handle an over nighter by themselves."

"Rina..." Lycaon said disappointedly, "That's not what the interns are for."

"Well, they're bad at everything other than drinking energy drinks and staying up late," Rina said, closing the folder and sticking it under her arm. She looked them both up and down. Something was off, but she could not place it yet. "Where are you two headed?" She asked.

"Home," Ellen said.

"Burnice's," Lycaon lied.

"Great bar, great bar," Rina said, "You mind if I tag along?"

Before Lycaon could say something Ellen would regret, she said, "It's kind of an assistant boss ritual we have to let me air out any grievances. It'd be super awkward for you."

"Why would it be awkward?" Rina wondered, "Unless, you need to complain about me."

"I believe it is more that-" Lycaon starts to say but then backs off.

"Its just a safe space," Ellen says, "Cause you know, sometimes I cry and I-"

"Ellen is someone who works her making you cry?" Rina asked, a concerned look on her face.

"No, no!" Ellen tried to back track, "I mean like I just get emotional, I started taking birth control and-"

"Oh!" Rina said, "Who's the lucky fella?"

"Just some guy," Ellen said, looking down, praying for death to grant her mercy. Lycaon knew it was an act to keep their relationship hidden, but the phrasing still hurt a tad.

"Ellen, I really hope you're not putting your body through that for 'just some guy', I mean," Rina chuckled, "He must be pretty important."

"No, no, he is," Ellen admitted, turning away from Rina, "but he can be kind of shy." Ellen looked down at her feet, glancing at Lycaon out of the corner of her eye.

"Ah," Rina smiled, "To be young and in love, eh Lycaon?" As she looked over at Lycaon, Rina saw something she hadn't seen in a long time. A soft pink blush was growing on his cheek.

"I wouldn't say 'in love', we haven't been seeing each other that long," Ellen interjected, "But he is really important to me."

Rina looked between the Lycaon and Ellen. There was a definite energy between them, what type she couldn't be sure. "Well, sounds like you two have something special," Rina admitted, "I just hope you're both respecting of each other's boundaries."

Lycaon stiffened up.

Rina smirked to herself. It was unlike Lycaon to get involved with an employee, but then again, even she knew that Ellen was special. "Oh shoot," Rina declared as they reached the bottom floor, "I forgot something upstairs. You two go ahead without me, we'll have to go to Burnice's together another time."

"Oh what a shame," Ellen said, trying to hide her excitement, "See you on Monday!" Lycaon nodded to Rina and followed Ellen closely. Once the elevator doors closed again, Ellen let out a heavy sigh. "She knows," she declares, "Rina for sure knows."

"How can you be sure?" Lycaon asked.

Ellen narrowed her eyes, "Intuition."

Chapter Text

The entry way to Lycaon's house was unusually well kept. His mail never piled on the front table, umbrellas never ended up anywhere other than the designated holder, the jackets and coats in the closet were all facing the same direction. Today however, being the auspicious day that it was, it was filled with chaos.

Bags were scattered about the front carpet. Clothes that had no business being anywhere other than a laundry bin and shoes that had a designated rack to rest on dotted the stair way, creating a nasty web of tripping hazards for who ever should bravely descend the steps next. Undergarments of seductive and tasteful colors, that dreadful final barrier, laid at the foot of the bed.

Ellen had spent most of the day concocting how she would tease Lycaon. Would she use her mouth and lick his member clean? Would she let him rub it between her butt cheeks? Would she rub herself against his shaft? Ellen was sitting on his lap like she always did before bed. Her cheek pressed against his chest, her ear tuned to the rhythm of his heart beat. As every time before, Lycaon grew hard against her buttocks.

"I have an idea," Ellen chuckled menacingly.

Lycaon leaned back and grabbed her hips as she shuffled into position. With his cock firmly held in the small space between her thighs and her mound, she smirked devilishly at him. "You're going to be able resist the urge, right?" She teased.

"I am prepared," Lycaon affirmed.

Ellen raised her hips and slowly dragged them back down. Lycaon sighed as the friction and pressure from her thighs sent lightning up his spine. "You sure?" She said with a chuckle, raising her hips again. As her hips connected with his, he gripped her tightly. "You're slipping," she teased.

"No," Lycaon insisted, "It does feel incredible, though."

"You're lucky," Ellen said, "Originally I was going to suggest we sit naked and stare at each other until the time came."

"This is a much better idea," Lycaon chuckled, fluttering his eyes as Ellen's arousal lubricated his shaft. Ellen saw this fluttering and began to move faster. Stroking his cock with her thighs like this, Ellen felt powerful, like she was in control of him. It was a refreshing change of pace.

For Lycaon, it was a test of endurance. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, and hours- Lycaon was sure he wouldn't last that long. "It's only 10:30," Ellen smiled, "You want to take a break?"

Lycaon didn't want to stop, he wanted to go further. He wanted to pin her to the mattress, forget about propriety, and pour his cum into her womb. He wanted to use her as nothing more than a seed bed. He wanted to own her, to break her down and build her up again, to claim her body as his own. "Yes," Lycaon grunted, "It is unfair for me to be the only one who feels good."

"Ooooo," Ellen patted his cheek, "Nice save, pup." Sliding next to him, she kissed at his clavicle. "What did you have in mind?" She asked. He gave her a very serious and stern look. "Oh, you want to do that?" Ellen teased, raising to her knees.

"If you're not interested," Lycaon offered as a cop out, "We could do something else."

"No, no," Ellen's chest suddenly felt tight, "I mean, I just don't want to hear any comments about my stretch marks or bumps."

"No comments or no negative comments?" Lycaon clarified.

"What positive thing could you have to say about cellulite?" Ellen challenged.

"That it is part of you," Lycaon continues, "And so I will show your bumps as much care as I do the rest of your being." Ellen blushed, he was good at this.

"You want me to sit on your face or not?" Ellen joked, happy that Lycaon cared for her the way he did.

Lycaon nodded, gripping Ellen's thighs tightly as she straddled his face. Ellen ran her fingers through his hair as he dutifully engorged in her mound. His tongue licked every inch of her, teasing her clit with a fervor, before pushing inside of her. Lycaon felt proud as Ellen gripped a handful of hair.

"Oh fuck," she giggled, "That feels- mph!"

Lycaon did not stop. Ellen gripped the head board, unable to hold back her hips. Grinding against his muzzle, her tail lazily swung back and forth. He took immense pleasure every time her soft sighs escaped her lip. Which is why he was surprised when she raised her hips.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

"Hm?" Ellen looked down at him with a shaky smile, "Yeah, I- haaa I wanted to cum with you."

"Nonsense," Lycaon pulled her thighs closer to him, but she resisted.

"Not nonsense!" She insisted, "I've been holding out for a week, this first time is going to be about both of us."

Lycaon smiled up at her. Her breasts were almost blocking his view of her face, which he obviously didn't mind. But there were other things he took in about her. The fact that her stomach folded like a Greek goddess. Her labia pulsed and reddened, making her excitement palpable. Her nipples pointed out eagerly, and her body was covered in goose bumps. The way here diaphragm expanded with each breath. It felt wrong to describe her as such, but he could not think of a more beautiful creature.

"You're looking very intently," Ellen said, "See something you like?"

"Yes," Lycaon said plainly.

"Well," Ellen turned away to hide her blushing, "Shut up!" She unstraddled his shoulders and sat next to him. Lycaon retaliated by grabbing her around the waist. "You're a needy puppy, aren't you?" Ellen teased.

Lycoan didn't answer. He had his ear pressed to her stomach and was listening intently. Ellen scratched the top of his head softly. She enjoyed these scenes of intimacy, even if her mind was on other things.

In the entryway of Lycaon's home, Ellen's phone began to buzz. On the screen was an alarm set for 12 am Saturday with the title "Ride Lycaon's Dick Until He cries." Ellen couldn't hear the alarm, but she didn't need it. The digital clock on Lycaon's bed side flashed as the day turned over. Ellen looked at the clock, biting her lip, and turned to Lycaon.

Lycaon, didn't see any of this. He fell asleep around ten minutes prior. With his arms wrapped around Ellen's waist, he found himself lost in the curve of her hips. He gently prodded the dips generated by her legs connecting with her hip bone. It was as he was listening to the sound of Ellen's heart faintly thumping that his eye lids started to grow heavy. He tried to tell Ellen, to apologize, to pull her close and guarantee that he would do anything she wants in the morning. But he didn't get the chance.

He woke up alone.

Despite being the only one in bed, he knew he wasn't alone in the house. The scent of bacon and maple syrup wafting into his bedroom was all the evidence he needed to prove that Ellen was still here. Grabbing a pair of sweat pants from the bureau, he went down to the kitchen to see what Ellen was making. 

Ellen, as she did with all things, was trying her best. The bacon came out fine, the pancake batter was lumpy but salvageable, and the assortment of fruit available was... odd. But she donned an apron to protect her nude body, and prepared the type of breakfast she would want to wake up to. "You're making breakfast?" Lycaon asked, holding his hands up defensively as Ellen yelped.

"Don't scare me like that!" She said, playfully slapping his chest with a spatula. Behind her, a pancake began to sizzle uncomfortably.

"Apologies," Lycaon said, sidling up behind Ellen as she returned to her cooking, "I'm sorry for falling asleep."

"It's fine," Ellen said, flipping the pancake to find it in the starting phase of "burnt." Lycoan pressed his lips into her neck. Ellen tilted her head to rest it against his cheek, "I'm not mad, by the way, it was very cute watching you fall asleep."

"I didn't even realize it was happening," Lycaon said, carefully grabbing her hips, "Most girlfriends wouldn't reward that with breakfast. Especially not dressed like this."

"Well most girlfriends aren't trying to get their boyfriends to fuck them all weekend," Ellen teased, "You better wait until breakfast is ready before you get frisky."

Lycaon barely heard her, he was focused on Ellen's butt. Squeezing it, kneading it with his thumbs, pressing his pubic bone into it. "I want to taste you," he said firmly in her ear. While it did make her chest buzz, Ellen understood that oral sex near an open flame was a recipe for disaster.

"How about you take a seat," Ellen instructed, "And when you're done with breakfast, you can taste every inch of me." She hummed gleefully as his hand reached under the apron and began to mesh with her pubic hair. But he listened well, gently nibbling on Ellen's shoulder before he released her. Sitting at the kitchen table, he found today's paper and a horrible realization.

"Please tell me you were not wearing your current outfit when you got the paper this morning," Lycaon pleaded.

"I was wearing clothes!" Ellen said with a chuckle, "I'm not an exhibitionist, you know!"

"Good," Lycaon chuckled in relief.

Chapter Text

Since they started dating, Ellen had learned the importance of words. Lycaon imparted on her a whole new lexicon that she enjoyed flexing. Verisimilitude, something that appears real, like a screen saver of a wheat field. Grandiloquent, someone who uses large words needlessly, like Lycaon.

Ellen wanted desperately to impress Lycaon with her newly expanded lexicon. To explain to him how the tempestuous quiver that grew in her as his phallus pestered. To eloquently state that his magnificence mindlessly merging with her voluptuous vulnerable vulva left her with feelings of wistful whimsy and ignited a scorching fire that was erotic, enigmatic, and could not be ignored.

Unfortunately, when under the pressure of their intense passionate pleasure, Ellen fell back on her usual dictionary of phrases.

"You're fucking me like a god damn whore," Ellen groaned as his cock nudged her cervix, "Give me a fucking second, I feel like I'm going to die!"

"I can't tell if you're exaggerating," Lycaon chuckled in her ear.

It was evil the way his little sounds would turn her libido up to one hundred. It was unfair how his words could change a tremble into a tremor. It was indefensible how her body would cave to his whims so easily. But even as his member tested the limits of her body, she could not deny how her mouth watered, how her body shook and squeezed, or how her labia glazed with eager excitement at his sweet, somber, succulent release.

"It's not fair!" She complained, "Your stupid cock shouldn't be able to- UHMPH" She groaned as Lycaon pressed her face into the pillow. 

"If I remember correctly," Lycaon said, smiling possessively, "This cock used to be called beautiful and magnificent. Did something change?"

Ellen couldn't reply. In part because her mouth was covered by a pillow with down softer than a newborn's flesh and a silk cover that had a thread count higher than most people would think possible. But in large part it was because she simply lost the will to playfully complain at Lycaon's hungry thrusts.

Lycaon was not a selfish lover by any means. If given the opportunity, Ellen might even complain that he was not selfish enough. Even in a moment like this, where her partner easily over powered her and she was unable to stop him from taking whatever he wanted, she knew Lycaon would never do anything more than make sure she finished properly. Every time he entered her, it was always in the ever vigilant pursuit of making her cum her brains out. She knew there was a more eloquent way to put it, but she would have to wait until it didn't feel like Lycaon's dick was pressed against her cerebellum to ask him.

"Your pussy," he whispered hungrily, "Such a noisy, wet hole."

"Fuck you!" She murmured into the pillow in vain. How dare he call her vagina a hole! Doesn't he know how hot that is to her?

He released her head. She gasped for air as the mattress squeaked in glee at their play. The wind was snatched from her lips as Lycaon's hand gripped her throat. "Beg," he commanded forcefully in her ear.

Ellen loved the way his hand felt around her neck. It never hurt, it never coerced, it never scared her. It was almost reassuring at this point, as if connecting a loop of energy through them. As she tilted her head back, eyes connecting with his gaze, she sighed loudly. Lycaon smiled back at her, grunting as her pussy clenched around him.

"Fuck me," Ellen begged, "Fuck me, and don't you dare stop!"

"Keep going," Lycaon commanded, slowing his pace to an aching rhythm. Ellen became ecstatically aware of every bump and ridge of Lycaon's throbbing cock. She slammed her fist into the mattress. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair! As her vagina grew to accept him, she could feel the tender kiss it applied to her cervix in the finest detail.

"Fill me," she begged, "Fill my stupid womb with your perfect cum and turn me into a happy mother." She gasped as a single strand painted her vagina, he was slipping. But why? Unless... "I want you to get me pregnant," she demanded, "Give me all your children, make me into your perfect wife, and I'll give birth to as many kids as you want."

Lycaon winced. Grabbing her by the wrist, he thrusted into her with a reckless abandon. The kind that was usually reserved for first times, holidays, and birthdays. What he thought was routine love making had turned into a fit of passionate fucking as he felt a unique desperation to fill Ellen with everything he had.

He pulled and molded her into whatever shape felt best. For a moment, his tender vigilance faded and he succumbed to the carnal voice in his head that urged him to impregnate Ellen regularly. Her body was soft in his hands. Holding his palm to her lower stomach, she could not escape him. Not that she would want to. She was desperately in love with him and his cock.

As Lycaon unleashed the pent up flood of cum he had been holding back, Ellen would often end up pulled into an ungodly position that appeased the carnal forces inside his head. Ellen's body had grown used to being forced into an arched position like this. The movements of his hips became punishing, no longer thrusting into her, but pounding his cock into her hips. Not that it mattered. There was a daily regiment of hormones blocking any actual pregnancy attempts.

The two chuckled together as they collapsed into the bed. Ellen snatched a tissue from the box on the nightstand to catch his overflowing ichor before it stained the sheets. Lycaon did his best to distract her, turning her attention back to him and his lips.

"Did you mean it?" Lycaon asked softly in Ellen's ear, the carnal passions that took possession of his mind subsiding finally. The phrase 'perfect wife' felt rhetorical. As if Ellen could be anything other than perfect for him.

"Did I mean what?" Ellen asked, relaxing as his thumb gently rubbed her aorta. In the blizzard-like flurry of passion, she could not remember exactly what it was she had said or if she had achieved her desired level of eloquence.

Lycaon chuckled as he released Ellen's neck. The two collapsed into the mattress and began to discuss their plans for the day. The sun would be up soon, which meant they had little time left for resting.

"We should probably sleep a little bit," Ellen suggested, though her hands crept along his body and suggested other things.

"Ellen," Lycaon said softly, praying that he was reading the situation properly, "I love you."

Ellen stared at the desktop of her work computer. She hadn't imagined it. Those three stupid, horrific, lovely, little words were uttered by her idiotic boyfriend.

Who the hell did he think he was?

The door to their office opened, drawing her attention away from the nothing that occupied her computer screen. Corin, recently hired from temp agency hell to Rina office chaos hell, had arrived with a stack of papers. "Hey Ellen," she sighed, "Wow, surprised you don't have a fax machine for stuff like this."

"We do," Ellen said plainly, "Hey Corin, I have a question for you."

"Uh, sure," Corin said. It was surprising to her that Ellen could possibly have a question for her.

Ellen jotted down the phrase, "On lunch, back in thirty" on a sticky note, attached it to her computer monitor, and grabbed Corin by the wrist. As she was led out of the office, Corin wondered what type of question was about to be asked of her. She also wondered if her old job as a temp would still be open.

"Okay, girl talk," Ellen declared.

Corin stiffened up. This was serious if Ellen was willing to invoke the ritual of Girl Talk.

"Say, you're dating someone, and you're having like..." Ellen hesitated, "A fun date."

"I'm not a virgin," Corin confirmed.

"Fine," Ellen sighed, "And you're being fucked within an inch of your life-" Corin winced at the thought, "And then when you're done, the person you're dating says they love you."

"Awww," Corin said, "How sweet!"

"No!" Ellen objected, "Not sweet!"

"Not sweet?" Corin asked, "How is that not sweet?"

"Because I-" Ellen stopped as the elevator doors opened. Rina, all knowing second boss of Lycaon & Sebastianne Contracting, floated effortlessly from the elevator into the main offices. She acknowledged neither of them.

"She scares me sometimes," Corin admitted.

"This is stupid," Ellen said.

"No, hey," Corin put her hand on Ellen's upper arm, "Whatever is happening has you stressed. I know we don't know each other that well, but the Secretary Code of Honor says I can't leave you feeling like this."

"Secretary Code of Honor?" Ellen challenged.

"I don't know," Corin shrugged, "It was something someone said to me at another job."

Ellen sighed and squatted until her knees were pressed against her chest. There was something comforting about being in this position. "I don't know what to do," she admitted.

"Well, did you say it back?" Corin asked.

Ellen shook her head.

"Do you want to say it back?" Corin continued.

Ellen nodded.

"But there's something stopping you?" Corin confirmed.

Ellen shook her head.

"... I don't see what the issue is..." Corin admitted.

"That's the issue," Ellen said.

"The issue is you don't see what the issue is?" Corin asked.

"No, I-" Ellen looked around, "I'm not really supposed to be dating the person I'm dating."

"Like..." Corin had several cheesy plots of a dozen different trashy romance novels flash through her head, "Are you dating a political figure with a lot to lose?"

"What? No," Ellen sighed, realizing the corner she had painted herself into, "Like... I can't really get into it."

"Okay, okay," Corin said, "Go on then."

"Well, this person I'm not really supposed to be dating said they love me and I didn't say it back," Ellen said.

"When was this?" Corin asked.

"Sunday morning," Ellen admitted.

"So..." Corin looked at her watch, "Less than 48 hours, that's alright. What did you say back?"

"Nothing," Ellen admitted.

"Nothing? Nothing nothing or just nothing?" Corin asked, "Like... you haven't spoken to them since Sunday morning?"

Ellen nodded.

"Well that's..." Corin narrowed her gaze, "Stupid."

"I know!" Ellen groaned, "I don't know what to do." Inside the office, a similar conversation was occurring between the two heads of Lycaon & Sebastianne Contracting.

"What do you mean you don't know what to do?" Rina asked Lycaon, pulling his office door shut.

"Well," Lycaon rubbed the bridge of his nose, a habit he thought he had left behind, "This person I'm pursuing is someone who I shouldn't be pursuing."

"Oh," Rina thought about Lycaon's roundabout explanation for a moment, "Wait, is this about how you and Ellen are fucking?"

Lycaon erupted into a blush.

"Sorry, sorry," Rina sighed, "I mean, how you two are dating?"

"We were trying to be careful about it," he admitted.

"Yeah, well," Rina shrugged, "Intuition."

Lycaon hated that Ellen was right.

"So what, you two in a fight or something?" Rina asked.

Lycaon shook his head.

"You two not doing the dirty," Rina teased.

Lycaon scowled at her.

"Jeez, sorry," she said, holding up her hands defensively, "It looked to me like you two were in a very respectful and understanding relationship. What gives?"

"Well," Lycaon sighed, "I told her I love her."

"Do you?" Rina asked.

"Yes," Lycaon admitted.

"Big whoop," Rina retorted, "What's the issue?"

"Ellen hasn't said anything to me since I admitted that," he explained.

"You really haven't said anything to them?" Corin asked, "Like not even good morning!"

"Yeah," Ellen explained, "I just... I don't know."

"Well no wonder you're so anxious," Corin said, shaking her head, "You have to tell this person how you feel!"

"I know that!" Ellen said, "But it's not that easy!"

"Of course it is," Rina said, "Tell her again. She's going to get over the shock eventually."

"But what if I shock her even more?" Lycaon asked, "What if it gets worse? What if she-"

"You're afraid they're going to break up with you?" Corin asked, "I thought they said they loved you?"

"That was before I went silent for almost 48 hours," Ellen continued, "So like... there's circumstances."

"Circumstances?" Rina asked, "You're just using big words to justify your stupid behavior." Lycaon hated that Rina was right.

"I would never do something so ill-advised," Lycaon retorted, "You're the one suggesting cockamamy ideas like 'confess to her again'."

"It's pretty obvious she feels the same," Rina explains, "So you said it too early and now you can't take it back. Big whoop."

"Big whoop?" Lycaon asked.

"Yeah, big whoop," Corin challenged, "If this person said they loved you, I doubt they would say it and not mean it."

"They might," Ellen lied.

"You're bad at lying," Corin accused.

"Yeah, well," Ellen stood up, only to lose her nerve and lean against the wall across from the elevator, "Yeah, I know."

"But it sounds like this guy cares a lot about you," Corin said, leaning against Ellen.

"Yeah, he does," Ellen said.

"So it is a guy," Corin said.

"Please don't try and figure it out," Ellen begged.

"Right, right," Corin stood up straighter, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Ellen leaned against Corin, "I really appreciate this."

"You better," Rina said, "You're implicating me in a potential HR fiasco."

"So you agree this could all go tits up?" Lycaon asked.

"Wow," Rina chuckled, "Ellen is really rubbing off on you. Good."

"You didn't answer the question," Lycaon challenged.

"I trust you two will figure it out," Rina said, glancing at her wrist watch, "Say, I sent Corin down here a little while ago, did she deliver those papers?"

"I believe she is in the hall discussing things with Ellen," Lycaon correctly guessed, "What if she doesn't feel the same?"

"She does," Rina said plainly.

"Can you humor me?" Lycaon asked.

"No, because you're being stupid," Rina objected.

"That's not-" Lycaon bit his tongue. He was being stupid, but he was hoping he could have found a way to justify it by now.

"Look, you have until tomorrow morning," Rina said, "Then I'm intervening." Lycaon shivered at what that could possibly mean.

"I won't let it go that long," Ellen said with determination, "I'll make sure this is resolved by the end of today."

"Atta girl," Corin said, "Could I... give you a hug?"

"Maybe next time," Ellen said.

"Yeah, I figured," Corin smiled sheepishly.

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"Ready to go?" Lycaon asked.

Ellen nodded, still afraid to speak.

They walked quietly to the elevator doors. Ellen pressed the call button.

The silence.

The fur on the back of Lycaon's neck curled as the elevator dinged.

They entered silently.

As the doors shut, Ellen tried to think up how she would explain to Lycaon why this happened. She would think up the perfect words to explain to him that she felt exactly the same, but that it just couldn't come out right now. That should would say it because she wanted to say it, but that she had to do it on her own time.

Then, Lycaon pulled the emergency tab on the panel. The elevator halted in place. "Everything alright?" Ellen asked.

"No," Lycaon said softly, "I love you."

"I know," Ellen said. Her heart was beating in her ears.

"No, you don't-" Lycaon bit his tongue, "Ellen Joe, I love you!"

"Hey, quit it," she said, "You can't use my last name like that." Lycaon turned to face her, then he took a step towards her.

"I love you," he said again.

"I know," Ellen said, "But I... I need time."

"I don't care," Lycaon said, looming over her, "I love you."

"Yeah, I know!" Ellen pleaded, "I... I want to say it too, but I-" she hesitated as his hand reached for her. He cupped the side of her neck, leaning down.

Just before their lips met, he whispered into hers, "I love you."

"Would you stop?" She begged, "I know, okay? I know you love me! I- But I'm not ready!"

"I love you," he said again, "I have loved you for a long time."

"Okay," Ellen said, sighing as he wrapped his arms behind her back. Instinctually, her arms went to where they always did when he grabbed hold of her like this. She played with the fur on the back of his neck and rested her forehead against his chest.

"I love you so much," he admitted, "I can't picture my life without you."

"Okay," Ellen said, pleading with herself to say anything but.

"Ellen," Lycaon said softly into the top of her head, "Why won't you say it back?"

"Because..." Ellen pleaded. But words failed her.

Lycaon gasped as Ellen pressed her hand against the crotch of his pants. "Ellen, wait," he said.

"No," Ellen denied, "I want to show you."

"What?" Lycaon asked, "Show me what?"

"I want to show you-" Ellen looked up at him, "How I feel about you..."

Lycaon nodded, accepting Ellen into his lips. She fumbled carelessly with his belt, effortlessly summoning him to life as she pulled him free from his boxers. Lycaon sighed as Ellen began to stroke him with both hands.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I'm sorry I can't-"

Lycaon silenced her worries with his lips, holding the back of her head tightly as he devoured her incessant thoughts. He would not let her escape him, though it was clear to both she had no intentions of trying.

Without prompting, Ellen fell to her knees and began to work. Licking his member from base to tip, nuzzling her nose against his pubic bone as she stroked, sucking gently on the head as it leaked clear fluid into her mouth. "Ellen," Lycaon sighed, "I love you."

"I know," Ellen said before positioning his hands on her head and taking him into her mouth. At first Lycaon tried to stop her from hungrily choking on his cock. But as she took more and more into her throat, he began to lean into it. Ellen whimpered as his cock pressed against her epiglottis. Lycaon groaned as her throat squeezed down on the head of his cock.

"Oh fuh-" Lycaon tried desperately to maintain his composure, "I love you so much." His hips betrayed his prim and proper attitudes as he began to eagerly thrust into her throat. Ellen choked lovingly on his cock, eager to show him how she was devoted to him.

But Lycaon surprised her.

Managing to pull himself together, he withdrew from her mouth. Strands of saliva snapped as he guided her to her feet and lifted her skirt. As he had instructed more than a week prior, Ellen had abandoned her tights and gone to work commando. "I want to hear you say it," he instructed, placing himself at her entrance.

"I can't," she said, waiting patiently for him to force himself into her.

But it never came.

She grabbed hold of his hips, but he was too fast. He held her hands above her head. She twisted and contorted to try and force herself onto him, but he held her steady.

"Not until you say it," he instructed.

"I can't," she said again.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because," she flailed.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

"Yes," she admitted.

"Then say it," he commanded.

"But," she sighed. The head of his cock was so warm, it twitched and pulsed as it pressed against her labia. She could feel how badly he wanted her, but he resisted still.

"Say it," he commanded again.

"But," she could feel her chest growing tighter, "What if things change?"

"They won't," he said.

"What if you change your mind?" She asked.

"I won't," he assured.

"You can't know that," she accused.

"I do," he assured, releasing her hands.

"But..." Ellen hit him in the chest. A simple gesture of frustration, but it conveyed to Lycaon what she needed. That she was trying. Not succeeding, but trying all the same. He nodded. Her bottom lip quivered as she began to beat against his chest. None of it hurt, in fact it barely registered as a threat to Lycaon. He just stood there and took it.

On the grand list of things worth enduring to hear someone say "I love you", Lycaon knew that a soft thrumming of fists against your chest was ranked easier to deal with than most things.

"I do," Ellen tried.

"Then say it," Lycaon instructed.

"I'm trying," Ellen assured.

"I know," Lycaon nodded, "It's alright."

"What are we just going to stand here all night until I say it?" Ellen joked.

Lycaon remained silent.

"You're such an idiot," Ellen said.

"I know," Lycaon agreed.

Ellen smiled softly, "It's really hard being in love with an idiot."

"I know," Lycaon smiled back.

Ellen grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into her lips. He relented, casually embracing her but not faltering in his mission. Ellen released him, pressed her forehead to his lips, and sighed.

"I love you too," she finally admitted.

She gasped as Lycaon picked her up, pressed her against the elevator wall, and guided her gently onto his cock. Her legs found their place around his hips. His hands gripped her waist tightly, steadying her and guiding her up and down his shaft.

Ellen groaned into his collar bone as she felt his cock test her limits. Lycaon growled as Ellen pulled on the fur on the back of his neck. "Oh fuck," Ellen moaned, "I love you so much!"

"I love you too," he whispered into her neck. Ellen whimpered as his hot breath cascaded down her blouse. As the elevator began to shake from their passionate movements, both got flashes of horror movies they had seen decades prior.

"We should stop," Ellen said first.

"We should," Lycaon agreed.

"I don't think-" Ellen gulped loudly, "I can make it back to your place."

"I agree, there's-" Lycaon tried to catch his breath as Ellen's body squeezed him tightly, "A hotel, right by the highway exit."

"A hotel?" Ellen chuckled, "No, let's go to my place."

"Yes," Lycaon said with a sly smile, "Then we can call out tomorrow and the next day and then-"

"No," Ellen shook her head, "I don't have that much PTO accrued."

"Fine," Lycaon sighed into her lips, which she breathed in desperately, "Tonight and tomorrow."

"Okay," Ellen agreed, "Okay, fuck, okay! I love you so much Lycaon."

"I love you too, Ellen," he said. As Lycaon freed himself from her grip, Ellen chuckled. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing," she said, fixing her skirt, "We just have really good luck in elevators."

"It is..." Lycaon wondered if there was a word in his lexicon that accurately described his feelings towards Ellen's meager living standard that wouldn't be insulting.

"Quaint?" Ellen offered.

Lycaon thought that word was too kind, but he was inclined to agree to not ruin the mood. "Yes," he said with a kind smile, "Very quaint."

"Uh-huh," Ellen gave him a sly look, "Sure, well you go ahead and make yourself comfortable while I-" then she spotted it. The dildo she affectionately called Lycaon Jr was sitting upright on her nightstand.

"Is that-" Lycaon began to ask. Before the words left his mouth, Ellen stashed it into the drawer of the night stand.

"Is what what?" She asked, cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Should I be intimidated?" He asked.

Ellen didn't appreciate being teased like this. "For your information," she said, her finger pointed like a dagger at his chest, "It is actually smaller than a certain someone, so if anything, I should be intimidated."

Lycaon approached, looming over Ellen and reminding her how imposing her can be. Sliding the nightstand drawer open, he pulled out Lycaon Jr. and wiggled it slightly. "Seems fun," he joked.

"Would you put that thing away," Ellen begged, "I don't need it with the real thing right here."

"I see," Lycaon chuckled, placing the dildo back in its spot, "Nothing more than a stop gap?"

"I mean," Ellen rolled her eyes, "I am fond of it."

"Fond?" Lycaon asked, putting a hand on Ellen's waist.

"Yeah," Ellen wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his sternum, "I like to cuddle it, nuzzle it, pretend my big strapping boyfriend is attached to it and making me worship it."

"Worship?" Lycaon asked with a chuckle.

"Like you haven't requested as much from me before?" Ellen teased.

"When?" Lycaon asked, confused.

"Seriously?" Ellen laughed, "Remember when I was on my back sucking you off, then once you finished, you rested it on my face and told me to kiss it."

"I... I do recall," Lycaon admitted.

"Yeah," Ellen smiled, "I think it's cute."

"Noted," Lycaon said, gliding his hand down to her hip. As he began untucking her blouse, she grabbed his wrists.

"Shouldn't we eat or something?" She asked.

"Are you hungry?" Lycaon wondered.

Ellen resisted the urge to say something corny, like "Yeah, for your dick."

"Not especially," Ellen admitted, "But I would hate for your stomach to growl at me mid coitus."

"Coitus?" Lycaon asked incredulously, sitting down on Ellen's bed. In comparison to the sheets he used at home, her comforter was very scratchy.

"I'm trying!" Ellen chuckled, "I don't want to sound like a... I want to sound eloquent too."

"Why?" Lycaon asked, pulling Ellen onto his lap.

"What if-" Ellen closed her eyes and shook her head, "This is stupid."

"It's not stupid," Lycaon said, running his hand along her calf, "You think you aren't eloquent normally?"

"I know I'm not," she admitted.

"I think you're plenty eloquent," Lycaon assured.

"But-" Ellen sighed, "This is just stupid worrying, so don't pay it too much mind, okay?"

Lycaon nodded.

"What if you need to go to some gala and you need a date?" Ellen said, "I don't want to come off as some country bumpkin that doesn't know how to spell grandiloquent."

"... How do you spell grandiloquent?" Lycaon asked.

"Exactly like it sounds," Ellen assured, "But that's not the point. I... I don't want to embarrass you with my poor speech."

"You do not have poor speech," Lycaon assured, his hand delicately tracing the shape of her knee cap, "If anything, your diction is indicative of your stellar personality and empathetic ways."

"You're just saying that so I'll fuck your brains out," Ellen teased, "But thank you for being so reassuring." Lycaon responded by burying his nose in her neck and inhaling her deeply. Ellen sighed as his cold wet nose pressed into her. When they started dating, it made her shiver and felt icy, now it was a reassuring sensation.

"Actually," Lycaon smiled into her neck, "I was hoping to be the one to fuck your brains out." As Lycaon pulled away from her, Ellen trembled at the thought. She guided his hand from her knee to her neck.

It was a swift motion. From his lap to her bed, she grunted as Lycaon pinned her with one hand around her neck while the other pulled at her clothes. Buttons popped off as Lycaon yanked the front of her blouse open. Ellen struggled with the clasp of his pants, only to have her hands swatted away as Lycaon took over. He was in a mood, and she was excited.

Lycaon released her neck and pulled her skirt off. She was in shambles, blouse torn open, her garter belt detached from her stockings. But in the harsh overhead light, she glistened. Lycaon stared at her hole with a hunger. A charged sigh escaped his muzzle as he rested his stiffening cock against her.

She felt hypnotized by its presence. Grabbing it with both hands, she began to stroke it slowly. Lycaon flinched as he flexed his hips into her palms. But she had confessed her love to him not an hour earlier, and her hands would not be sufficient for demonstrating that love.

She beckoned him closer.

He climbed onto the bed, letting Ellen guide him. His tail flicked back and forth eagerly as Ellen took his member and placed it between her breasts. She sat up enough to let drool fall from her lips and into her cleavage. Stroking his magnificence with her tits, she sighed gently as if she had unlocked a new erogenous zone.

"I love your cock," she moaned performatively, "Its so hot, so thick, so fucking good."

"I haven't stopped thinking about what you said the other day," Lycaon admitted.

"What did I say?" Ellen asked, a teasing lilt to her voice, "About how I wanted all your children?"

Lycaon shook his head, "You said you wanted me to make you my perfect wife."

"Oh that?" Ellen tried to play it cool, she didn't realize that particular fantasy had made it out of her lips. There was something about honeymoon sex that spoke to her on a different level. Two lovers that were helplessly in love finally able to lift the restrictions and express their carnal passions deeply and thoroughly.

Perhaps it wouldn't be the same since they did that every night anyways.

"We haven't been dating for long," Lycaon said, "But... is that something you're interested in?"

"What? Like do I see you as being husband material or something?" Ellen instinctively fell back on old habits. Dismissive of any ideas that might make her happy. Rejecting notions that fell in line with what she wanted. She didn't want to fall back on those habits, she wanted to make new ones. With Lycaon. "Yeah," she admitted, "I think you'd be a pretty alright husband."

"Then how about this," Lycaon withdrew from her breasts and laid beside her. Nose to nose, he grabbed her firmly by the jaw so she was unable to look away. "In three months, I will ask you again," he explained, "And if the answer is still yes, I will ask you again six months from then."

"Such a prescribed methodology," Ellen teased, "What then?"

"Then I'll pull a ring that you have selected from my pocket, and place it on your finger," he said plainly, "Then we will begin planning our wedding in earnest. On that perfect day that we choose together, I will give you my vow and we will spend the rest of our lives together."

Ellen couldn't stop the anxiety that gripped her heart from speaking for her. "And what if feelings change?" She asked.

Lycaon shook his head, "I don't worry about those kinds of things. I take solace in the warmth of your love and find relief in your smile. The tender touch of your hand against mine-" he holds his hand up. Ellen grips it tightly, locking their fingers together, "-is all I need to be sure that you are the one for me."

"Would you shut up?" Ellen said, burying her lips in his. She pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist, and complained, "Do you always have to be so god damn perfect all the time?!"

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"And what is it you do, Ellen?" The self-aggrandizing blonde haired man asked. Ellen stood on the edge of a circle of socialites, waiting patiently for Lycaon to return with a fresh glass of champagne. She was wearing a long sleeved, red velvet, floor length dress. A small gold chain around her waist acted as an accentuating belt. In the store, at home, in the car ride here, and up until this very moment, she felt- no, she knew she was hot as fuck in this dress.

But as the upper crust of society turned to look at her expectantly, she contemplated whether spontaneous combustion was a viable method for escaping the question. "I help manage the offices of Lycaon & Sebastianne Contracting," she said confidently.

"What? So," the man laughed, "A secretary then?"

A few of the well to do men chuckled. Their arm candy looked at them with disgust. "Actually," Rina appeared from the fringes of another circle. She wore a sparkly blue, sleeveless, high neck dress covered in frills. She was the walking embodiment of the night sky. "Ellen is being modest, truth is we would fall apart without her vigilant and ruthless management," Rina lifted a glass of dry whiskey to Ellen.

"Thank you, Rina," Ellen said, lifting the hem of her dress, "If you'll excuse me, I think I hear Lycaon calling for me."

"I don't hear anything," the blonde man said, only to grunt in pain as a lilac haired vixen stomped on his foot.

Ellen broke from the group, stopping by the drink table in search of her boyfriend. "Hey," she said plainly to the bar man, "Help me out here, looking for a guy about this tall, white fur, wolf, dreamy as hell."

The bar man chuckled, and nodded in the direction of the bathrooms. As Ellen turned she found Rina looming over her. "Pay them no mind," she said, placing her empty glass on the counter. It was quickly replaced with with one filled to the brim, "You not drinking tonight?"

"No, I was..." Ellen looked off, "I feel like I don't fit in here."

"You and me both," Rina said, downing half the glass in a single swig.

"Doesn't that burn?" Ellen asked with a horrified expression.

"Isn't that the point?" Rina challenged, "What do you want? It's on me." She motioned to the bar man, who made a small note.

"No, Rina, you don't need to do that, Lycaon is-" Ellen looked down.

"I know, by the way," Rina said.

Ellen froze, how should she play this?

"Know about what?" Ellen looked up to find Rina making a rather rude gesture with one hand making a circle and her other index finger piercing it rhythmically.

"You two aren't subtle," she declared, reaching for her glass to finish it off, "At least, I figured it out."

"Does everyone know?" She asked.

"No," Rina chuckled, "I meant you weren't being subtle to me, I'm good at noticing the small stuff."

"Then explain all the sticky notes I gave you that you didn't notice!" Ellen complained, a traumatic flash back to her short time working in Rina's office.

"I didn't miss them, I ignored them," Rina said with a coy smile, "Totally different."

Ellen chuckled. For as infuriating and stressful as her time was in Rina's portion of the company, there were things that were nice. Firstly, everyone had work to do, which meant no Seth to bug her about minutia or bury her in platitudes. Second, Rina made sure everyone ate lunch. Ellen normally hated the "Sorry there was no raise this year, how about a pizza party instead?" routine, but Rina made it feel special. Her menu was more than whichever Italian joint delivered pizza for cheap. Jamaican, Irish, Nepali, Thai, even Turkish, and she always knew what was good on the menu.

"How's Corin managing?" Ellen asked.

"I swear, every time I think she's about to quit, she gets this second wind and out paces everyone in the office," Rina said, mystified, "Can't make sense of it."

"She's good people," Ellen agreed.

"There you are," Lycaon said, his hands empty, "Why are you-?"

"Hey, buddy!" Rina says, tauntingly, "Don't mind me, just enjoying some gossip, I am going to get back out there, though." She pecks Ellen on the cheek, the scent of whiskey harsh on her breath, "Toodles!"

Lycaon gave Ellen a worried look.

"Stop," Ellen chuckled, "I didn't divulge anything."

"I wasn't worried about that," he said, "I was worried that you are standing over here alone."

"I wasn't alone," she retorted, "Rina watched over me."

Lycaon's cheeks were warm with alcoholic bubbles, and so his judgement was compromised. Ellen's chest felt tight as he cupped her cheek. A public show of intimacy like this would get them in serious trouble. She turned away from him, and asked the bar man, "If I needed to have a private talk, where should I go?"

Ellen leaned up against the stone balcony railing. Lycaon leaned against her. "Are you sure we should be this close?" She asked. While the balcony was more sequestered, there were prying eyes to worry about. Even then, she placed her hand against his member. The heat radiating off it was grounding and brought a sense of calm.

"I want to fuck you right here," he admitted.

"Lycaon," Ellen sighed, chuckling over his eagerness, "We can't." Lycaon pulled at her dress, lifting the front until- Ellen gripped him by the snout. "I wasn't being flirty," she explained, "I was saying no."

"Apologies," he said, the bubbles starting to subside as Ellen released his snout. She knew it wasn't intentional, but his puppy dog eyes caused her to bite her bottom lip. He was so cute when he pouted. His tail drooped, his eyes softened, and his lips wrinkled into a disconcerted look of disappointment in himself.

Normally when a boyfriend pouted after being told "no", it made the acid in her stomach curdle. As if they were trying to weasel their way into a "yes." But Lycaon wasn't pouting in hopes of that eventual "yes", he was pouting because he truly felt awful over what he almost did. "We can do other stuff," Ellen said softly. Lycaon's tail perked up.

"We shouldn't," Lycaon said, "If it would make you uncomfortable, then-"

Ellen gripped the lapel of his blazer and pulled him close. In a soft, caring, charged tone, Ellen explained, "I want you to bend me over this railing and fuck me until I scream. But that would be ill advised."

"What did you have in mind?" Lycaon asked, brushing his nose against her cheek.

Ellen carefully unzipped his pants, sliding her hand inside his briefs to stroke him. Her heart beat in triplets as she felt it stiffen against her hand. She bit her lip as she pictured it in her mouth. That salty taste of a long day of work against her tongue, the musk of his testicles enveloping her nose, his hand gripping her hair and forcing her onto him. She wanted to bury her face in his crotch, to worship him as he deserved to be worshiped.

Lycaon leaned with one hand against the railing and the other one Ellen's hip. A growl built in his chest, his tail flicked back and forth, "Perhaps we should-"

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Ellen teased, "That's what you were hoping for. That I'd find us a secluded room and you could plow me until we were found?"

"No, I-" Lycaon gasped as Ellen pulled him from his pants.

"I know what you want," Ellen teased, "You want to take me right here, to cover me in your cum, and then pick me up and slam me on your cock until your hot essence is dripping from my hole." Lycaon's hand moved from her hip to her waist. "I want you so bad," she sighed, stroking faster, focusing on the head of his throbbing cock, "I want your cock in my pussy, I want to hear it squelch as you take what is yours."

"And what is that?" Lycaon asked, his hand now against her rib cage.

"Me," she said, "I'm yours, so take me."

"Ellen, I'm-" Lycaon grunted.

"Apologies," the blonde haired man from earlier peeks his head onto the balcony, "I was hoping to have a moment with Ellen."

"Not now, Hugo," Lycaon said firmly. Ellen froze. They were screwed. He was too hard to fit inside his pants again. They were going to be found out.

"It will just be a moment," Hugo said, "I was dismissive, it was impolite of me. I am sorry."

"Thank you, Hugo," Ellen said, gripping Lycaon gently, too afraid to move.

"Lycaon, have you heard of pickle ball?" Hugo asked.

"Leave," Lycaon growled. Hugo disappeared a moment later. Lycaon pushed Ellen into the corner of the balcony, blocking her entirely from view. "Keep going," he instructed.

Ellen pointed his cock into her palm as she stroked. "I want you to cum, cover my hand with your hot mess-" Lycaon gripped the back of Ellen's neck, he was slipping, losing control, and Ellen was living for it, "Be a good little puppy and do as I say." She sighed as Lycaon's cock pulsed and poured that sticky hot ichor into her palm. She lifted her hand and poured his essence into her mouth. Performative sighs dripped from her lips as she hungrily licked his cum off her palm.

Lycaon watched as her tongue carefully dragged up her wrist to catch a droplet from ruining her dress. As she caught his gaze, she opened her mouth, extended her tongue seductively, and proved she drank every last drop. Lycaon grabbed her by the chin and kissed her deeply. Ellen chuckled as his tongue pressed into her mouth.

All of her ex-boyfriends would wait until she brushed her teeth before they would kiss her again. Not Lycaon. She loved that he was unafraid of tasting himself. She loved that he never commented on how she tasted or smelled, only ever expressing how much he loved it. She loved that he never stopped until she finished.

It felt good to do something solely for him for once.

"Hey you two!" Rina said with a melodic and flirtatious lilt. As the pair looked down from the balcony, they found her with the bar man in a head lock. "Party is over! I'm headed out," she explained, "See you on Monday!"

Lycaon waved to his business partner and chuckled to himself. "That poor man," Ellen said, "She's going to eat him alive."

"He'll be fine," Lycaon said, "As long as he knows it isn't going to be anything more."

"I never took Rina as the one night fling type," Ellen commented.

"With her work schedule?" Lycaon challenged.

"True," Ellen said, admitting defeat. She giggled as Lycaon pressed his lips into her ear. "What was that for?" She asked.

But as she looked up at him, catching her own reflection in his eyes, she knew what it was for. It was because he loved her. Because was devoted to her in a way he had never felt devoted to anyone before. He truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, no matter what it took, and he wore that fact on his sleeve.

"Hey," Ellen said softly, "I love you, you stupid mutt."

"Stupid mutt?" Lycaon smiled.

"Just trying something out," Ellen smiled, biting the tip of her tongue in a teasing manner, "What's'a'matta? You don't like it?" Lycaon shrugged. A gentle smile crept across his lips. Ellen gripped the lapel of his blazer and pulled him closer to her. "Hey," she said, "Kiss me."

He did.

The drive home was achingly long. As with any travel time, the more excited you are for the destination, the longer it takes to get there. "God, I need your cock so bad," Ellen muttered.

"What did you say?" Lycaon asked.

"Nothing," Ellen said, mortified that that particular inside thought made it outside, "Just... a little peckish."

"Should we stop somewhere?" Lycaon asked, "I wouldn't mind a drive through burger or a-" He paused as Ellen placed her hand on his crotch.

"We should go straight home," she said, "I can make us food."

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It was almost midnight when they finally returned home. Ellen quickly climbed the steps of the brownstone, her tail wagging eagerly as she waited for Lycaon to unlock the front door. Once inside, it took everything in her not to tackle him to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Ellen complained. Lycaon was fumbling with zipper of her dress.

"I would hate to ruin such a beautiful dress," he said, his voice full of sentimentality.

"No," Ellen smiled devilishly, "I want you to fuck me in it."

"Oh?" Lycaon asked. Ellen nodded eagerly, a gleeful smile spread across her lips. Lycaon loved that jagged smile. Ellen giggled as Lycaon hiked up the front of her dress, exposing her bare nethers. "You went to the gala like this?" He asked, "Why?"

"I'm just following your wishes," Ellen said sweetly, her voice softened and dainty, "Isn't this what you wanted, master?" A shiver rolled up Lycaon's spine. He pushed Ellen up against the wall, fell to his knees, and engorged himself in her mound. Ellen clutched his head, ear in one hand, the scruff of his neck in the other. "Holy shit!" She moaned, "What did I do to deserve this?"

He didn't answer. His senses became overwhelmed. Lost in the smell of her core, he lapped her essence like it was mana from heaven. The taste of her arousal blew any five star meal out of the water. The sound of her sighs echoing in the entryway resonated inside his ear. The sight of her soft stomach moving rapidly as she tried to catch her breath encouraged him to go deeper, faster, harder. The feeling of her plump buttocks in his palm made him even hungrier as he squeezed and kneaded it.

It took everything in her not to grind her hips against his mouth.

"Please," she begged, "I was ready on the ride here, you don't need to-" she groaned and held his head closer. This wasn't about making love or his unending attraction to her. This was pay back for what she did on the balcony. That selfless act that was focused only on his pleasure was being paid ten fold. "Lycaon," she gasped, "Please, I need your-"

She yelped as Lycaon lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Steadying herself against the ceiling, she was lifted into the air. She whimpered as his tongue did tormenting things to her core. Suddenly, the urgency in her stomach was not generated by Lycaon's lavish and vigilant tongue. "Lycaon!" She complained, "This is crazy, put me down!"

He did not respond. It was critical she be put down on the floor immediately. At this point, she was going to ruin more than her dress. His suit, the entryway rug, anything water soluble was at risk here.

"Stupid mutt!" She yelled, "I don't have a piss kink!"

Lycaon froze.

He carefully, but easily, lowered Ellen back onto the ground. "I thought stupid mutt was a term of endearment?" He asked.

"I didn't mean to-" Ellen crossed her legs, "Can we pin this conversation?" She didn't wait for an answer. Scurrying upstairs, she burst into the bathroom. As relief washed over her, she stamped her heel angrily. Why did she call him that? It was such a cute pet name and now it was tainted.

After washing her hands, she opened the bathroom door and found Lycaon waiting for her. "Ellen, I wanted to-" He started to apologize, but Ellen cut him off.

"No, let me go first," she said. She grabbed his hips and made sure he couldn't escape. "You are a beautiful, handsome, gorgeous, wonderful wolf with the most elegant, whiter than snow fur I have ever seen. There isn't a room on this planet where you would not turn heads as you enter."

"Thank you," he says, smiling softly. Then Ellen grabbed his jaw.

"But you are my stupid mutt," she says softly into his lips, "Understood?"

He nodded.

She closed the millimeter left between them and pressed her lips to his. They were soft, gentle, caring, and covered in her essence. 

"Okay, now your turn," she insisted.

"I wanted to be clear that I don't have a piss kink either," he stated.

Ellen curled up in the breakfast nook that overlooked Lycaon's backyard. She pulled on her oversized beige cardigan and double checked her bookmark was in the place she left it in her latest trashy romance novel. Corin suggested this one, and so far it was up to Ellen's standards.

Within the stone walls that cordoned off Lycaon's backyard sat a garden, bushes of roses and lilies dotted the edges. They happily cross pollinated into something new and totally their own. Lycaon spent every other Sunday tending to this garden. Which meant every other Sunday, Ellen got to sit around in the air conditioning and watch as Lycaon did manual labor.

She was never into sweaty hulking men. The concept of "being good at picking things up and putting them down again" never appealed to her. But as Lycaon lugged bags of mulch from the shack behind the house to his latest pet project, she couldn't help but notice the strain of his bicep as he hurled it callously and easily onto the ground. She couldn't ignore the way his abs looked glistening in the sun as he wiped his brow with the front of his shirt. She couldn't stop her hand from gently pressing against the crotch of her sweatpants as she pictured herself being treated like that bag of mulch.

Lycaon, who had never given this routine much thought, enjoyed the way Ellen would look at him. She was comfortably curled up in the kitchen, hugging a pillow or swaddled in a blanket. Sometimes, he would catch her playing with her bottom lip as she stared at him hungrily. It felt good to want and be wanted in similar capacities.

As Lycaon approached the breakfast nook, Ellen opened the window. "Good morning, stupid mutt," she teased, leaning out the window and expecting a good morning kiss. Instead, Lycaon kicked off his boots, and grabbed the frame of the window to steady himself as he climbed inside. "What are you doing?!" Ellen exclaimed.

"You were such a beautiful sight," he said, "I had to have a taste." They collapsed onto the bench, giggling to themselves as they made out.

"You're done gardening?" She asked between kisses.

"No," he said, "Just taking a break."

"Well," she reached between his legs and stroked his member, "Is it a long break? Or just a quick one?"

"Just a quick one," he assured her, kissing from her lips to her ear, "I wanted to tell you how much I love you."

"It's not fair," she complained, "You can't come in here through the window and get me all hot and bothered and then leave!"

"Apologies," he said with a smirk.

"I don't actually mind," she said, biting her lip. As she wrapped her arms behind his back, she couldn't help but feel secure in his presence.

Lycaon smiled back at her, unsure he did anything at all to deserve her.

"Go do you're gardening," she insisted, "I love you too."

"Good," he said as he nuzzled his nose into her cheek.

Lycaon enjoyed the gardening. The sound of large scissors trimming errant branches that were causing misshapen bushes. The smell of grass after it had been mowed. The sense of satisfaction in a job well done. More than anything, he liked that it gave his mind time to process things that were bothering him.

One thing in particular was bothering him. Ellen's apartment.

Granted, nothing about the apartment bothered him, per se. More he was bothered by the fact that it sat dormant. There could be things happening that would break her lease, her things could end up on the streets, a water pipe could burst and ruin her most loved possessions, or worse, litigation. It had only been a few months since his promise to ask her to marry him. There were exactly seventeen days left until that day. Would it be brash of him to ask her to move in with him before then?

It wasn't like they weren't already living together. She spent most nights at his place. They shared most of their meals together, excluding the lunches they took at their own desks at work for appearances sake. He felt like he knew her better than he knew himself, and yet he was unsure how to broach the subject.

"Lycaon!" Ellen shouted from the breakfast nook window. Lycaon looked up from his hedges to catch a glimpse of Ellen flashing him before she quickly pulled her shirt back down. "Don't take too long now," she teased as she closed the window. He felt a fool for thinking she wanted anything other than to spend the rest of her life with him.

He decided it would be best to set aside his pet project until the status of Ellen's apartment was decided. Ellen returned to her book, satisfied with the tantalizing picture she gave Lycaon to think about while he worked. She was so engrossed in her book, she didn't notice Lycaon packing up everything he had just finished pulling out of the shed. When the back door to the kitchen opened, she looked up to find him panting heavily, tugging on the hem of his white shirt.

"Hey," she said with a smile, "Ready for a longer break?"

"No, actually," he said, gulping down air, "I had a proposition for you."

Ellen's heart beat faster.

"I want you to move in with me," he said.

"Before marriage?!" Ellen teased, "What made you want to bring this up?" He explained his concerns eloquently, but there was a nagging thought in the back of Ellen's mind. It was fueled by nothing other than her own anxieties. What if this wasn't real?

She couldn't break her lease because that meant forfeiting her security deposit. If things went belly up with Lycaon, she would have to find a new place to live. That would mean apartment hunting, and she hated apartment hunting.

"You're not saying much," Lycaon correctly noticed. She was also biting her thumb and staring over his right shoulder. As her eyes snapped back to his, she wore a look of concern.

"It's not a no," she said, "I just... I like my apartment."

"I know," Lycaon smiled, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"I like having a place that's all my own," she continued, "I love spending the night and weekend here, but it's nice to have a place to fall back on."

"I understand," Lycaon smiled.

"But you want me to move in," Ellen clarified.

"I do," he assured her, "But if you want to preserve a space of your own, that is within reason."

"But..." Ellen sighed, "You know it's not because I don't want to, right?"

"I do," he smiled, "I love you, Ellen Joe."

"I love you too, stupid mutt," she said. He leaned down as she tilted her chin up. Clutching the hand on her shoulder, she buried the worries that would not give her mind peace in his lips and took solace in the fact that Lycaon was not the kind of guy to hold that over her. That he was understanding in a calculated and methodical way. He only ever wanted what was best for her, setting aside any selfish notions to be dealt with once she had been taken care of.

It wouldn't be long before their lives became more intertwined than they could comprehend. Sharing a part of each other for the rest of their time here on earth. Beyond drowning themselves in their passions for each other, they would learn what it meant to be truly indebted to another person for everything that they were, that they could be, and that they would end up becoming. 

Two fountains of boundless possibilities, unrestrained, unburdened, free to live with a fullness many dream of but rarely achieve. 

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Lycaon put the book down in frustration. Despite finishing in Ellen multiple times, he still felt the urge. Unfortunately, Ellen was fast asleep. Even after getting in and out of bed multiple times, she did not stir.

"Ellen," he said softly, "Are you awake?"

He felt silly for asking. She was clearly asleep.

"Mmmm," she stirred for a moment.

"I'm sorry for waking you," he said, immediately overwhelmed with guilt, "Just go back to sleep, I'll figure it out."

"Nuh-uh," Ellen said, still asleep on her side, "What's up?"

"I- erm, well- actually, this is too embarrassing," he admitted.

Ellen smiled. What thought could possibly be too embarrassing for her stupid mutt to actually ask about? She looked up at him with a sleepy but pleased expression. "You need to go another round?" She asked.

"It is not so much that I need to, but rather I much prefer-" he stopped as Ellen put a finger to his lips.

"Of course," she said, sweetly. She carefully slid her pajamas and underwear down. Lycaon shifted under the covers and positioned himself over her. Curled on her side, she spread herself for him to insert. "Just go slow, and be gentle," she instructed, "I still need my eight hours or else I'll be cranky."

"You plan to sleep through it?" He asked, confused by the goal. She shrugged. As he rested his hand on her tail, he slowly pressed into her. Her lips quivered as he began to withdraw. Ellen knew she would not get any rest tonight.

She smiled as Lycaon pressed his lips to her cheek, stifling a moan as he began to press deeper into her. He used her tail and thigh as leverage. Ellen closed her eyes and pretended to sleep,  but inside she was screaming with glee.

Lycaon would admit that there was a thrill to it, an urgency, an unspoken rule being broken consensually. But he doubted he would request this again.

"Lycaon," Ellen said, as if talking in her sleep.

"Was I too rough?" He asked, freezing.

Ellen let out a soft sigh.

"Are you asleep?" He asked, slowly beginning again. The hardest part was maintaining a slow pace. His brain begged him to let go of those inhibitions and rules, to tell Ellen that she was his meat and he would do whatever he wanted. Thankfully, that part of his brain was illogical and easy to ignore.

Ellen shivered as his breath danced along her neck. He flinched as her hole contracted and squeezed him. She sighed pleasantly, hoping the charade of her being asleep was working. It felt so good, but she didn't want to open her eyes yet.

"Fuck," he muttered in her ear, forgetting for a moment that she was asleep. Ellen rolled her eyes behind her closed lids, desperate to moan for him. There was something so desperate in his motions, a restraint that called to her.

"Lycaon," she said, still pretending, "Fuck me."

"You said to be gentle," he said, thinking she was sleep talking. She opened one eye, giving him a jagged smile as she caught his stare. Then she pretended to sleep again. "I see," he said, leaning into her ear.

Ellen had to cover her mouth as Lycaon shifted his position. Gone were the careful intentional strokes. As he flipped Ellen onto her stomach, he grabbed her tail and held it over his shoulder. Ellen clenched the pillow to her mouth as Lycaon unleashed hell. His cock pressed deep inside of her, but his rhythm was tender and loving. As he held her tail, she moaned when he grabbed her dorsal fin. She could feel her entire body quake with each thrust.

Lycaon didn't last much longer.

Ellen did not complain when she felt him stroking himself back to life for their third "final" round.

"Have I put on weight?" Ellen asked.

Lycaon knew better than to answer that one with anything other than, "You're as beautiful as the day I met you."

To which Ellen promptly said, "Yeah, I wasn't hunting for a compliment."

He loved that Ellen kept him on his toes.

"I mean," Ellen rolled her eyes dramatically, "Thank you, but I'm worried. Doesn't it look like I've put on a lot of weight recently?"

"What do you normally weigh?" He asked.

Ellen shrugged, "I don't know, how much do you normally weigh?"

"If I'm not on a cut," he explained, "Two hundred and twenty pounds give or take."

"Ugh, is this one of those things that you just have to be aware of as an adult?" Ellen complained.

"It is," he said with a warm smile.

"I don't understand why we couldn't have gotten a scale online?" Ellen asked.

"We could," Lycaon answered as they entered the pharmacy, "But it is important to support local businesses." Ellen rolled her eyes and shook her head. She was still finding new quirks about him. As they snaked through the aisles in search of a new scale, Ellen remembered something.

"Hey, I'll be right back," she said.

"Where are you going?" Lycaon asked.

"Feminine hygiene," she answered, "Want to come? I can teach you all about pads and tampons."

"I know plenty," Lycaon assured her.

"Oh yeah," she poked his shoulder, "What size do I usually get then?"

"Extended applicators, unscented, super for the first few days, regular to finish out the week," he answered, nailing it.

"God, that was so hot," Ellen said, raising to the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek.

"You go get what you need," he said, "I'll find the scale."

As Ellen rounded the corner, she found her usual box that had her preferred sizes. But a white and pink box next to the repeating rows of feminine hygiene products stood out to her. A pregnancy test? Ellen touched her stomach. How long had it been since that time in the airplane? That would explain... No. It couldn't be.

She grabbed the test and headed to the front of the store to check out. After finishing the self checkout process, she returned to Lycaon's side. "I would have bought them," he said, noticing the bag.

"No, you're buying the scale," Ellen said, "These are budgeted for. But thank you for offering." She kissed him again. As she slid her hand into his, he could feel an unusual tension when she squeezed his hand.

"Everything alright?" He asked.

"Yeah," Ellen shrugged, "Why wouldn't it be?"

But the tension remained.

Once they arrived home, Ellen entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She pulled out the test and the instructions. Following them to the letter, she tapped her foot anxiously as she waited. Staring at the little digital read out screen was annoying.

The screen turned on. A plus sign flashed in glorious e-ink. But... that's just a false positive. She pulled out the other test and followed the instructions again, even more to the letter this time.

A plus sign.

Ellen leaned forward and held her head between her legs. Tears began flowing from her eyes, snot dripped from her nose. This was it. This was the end. There was no way Lycaon would deal with all that. She didn't want to deal with all that. Cravings, mood swings, watching her body grow as a parasite sapped away her youth and good looks. This was awful.

"Ellen?" Lycaon knocked on the door, "Is everything alright?"

Ellen wiped her nose, "Yeah, everything is great, it's fucking awesome in here."

This was a secret code word Lycaon learned that meant that it was not, in fact, fucking awesome in there. "Can I help?" He asked. There was little he could provide that she didn't already have in there. Unless he needed to get more toilet paper from the basement. But he just refilled the downstairs bathroom the other day.

"No, it's fine," Ellen said, unconvincingly.

It didn't matter what Ellen said, he could hear the frustration and anger in her voice. Rather than hover, by the door, he leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom and waited patiently. Staring at the tassels on the carpet that ran the length of the hallway, he found his mind wandered.

Conversations he had with his father when he was younger. The puzzle-worth of egg shells his mom had to dig out when they made cookies. The awkward but cathartic family reunions each holiday season. Then he thought about how badly he wanted that with Ellen.

The door unlocked. A heavy sigh leaked under the door. As it slowly swung open, it was clear Ellen had been crying. She gesticulated with her hands as she bit back tears. Unable to string together words, she wrapped her arms around Lycaon and buried her face into his chest. Lycaon scanned the bathroom for hints as to what-

"Is that...?" He asked, spying the pair of pregnancy test on the counter.

"Yeah," Ellen admitted.

"And...?" He asked.

"Yeah," she answered.

This was it. This is when he would finally crack, the final straw, the last blow, he had put up with her for so long and now he was going to say good bye.

"What do you want to do?" He asked.

Ellen looked up at him. "What?" She asked.

"What do you want to do?" He said again, "I mean, it's not my body, so I can't make any decisions for you. But I'm here to support you in any way you need me to-" she smacked his chest. Just like when she confessed to him in the elevator, it wasn't anything more than the expelling of emotions that could no longer stay inside.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She shouted, angry not at her boyfriend but at the world and the circumstances she was now under.

"I know," he said, rubbing her back, "It's okay."

"It's not okay!" She shouted, "I don't want to be fucking pregnant right now! I want to- I want to be with you!"

"Why can't you be both?" He asked.

"Because you'll leave me," Ellen said, admitting the dark thought at the root of her panic.

"Why would I leave you?" He asked, confused how she could ever think such a thing.

"I don't know," Ellen said, "I'll be fat, and I'll have a bunch of cravings, and I'll be mean!"

"Ellen," Lycaon lifted her chin, "I don't care about weight, I am more than capable of cooking anything you could desire, and I have a very good constitution."

"But... You shouldn't have to suffer because of my reckless actions," she said.

"Nonsense," he retorted, "What makes you think I would suffer?"

"Because- what if- fuck you!" Ellen said, planting her lips on Lycaon and pulling him close. She was desperate to think about anything other than this right now. The fastest path to that was to flip Lycaon's switch and bury herself in those carnal distractions.

"Ellen," Lycaon said, "I want to talk about this."

"Well, I don't," she retorted, "Now are you going to fuck me or-" she yelped as Lycaon pressed her against the wall. She lost herself in the smell of his fur as she pressed her lips into his neck. He quickly undid the belt on her jeans, yanking them down just far enough that he had access. Ellen gasped as he began to rub between her legs.

He didn't fully understand why Ellen didn't want to talk about it. But if this simple act of carnal pleasure brought her some relief, he was more than happy to obey.

Ellen unzipped the front of his pants and pulled his cock free. So stiff, so hard, so hot, it felt nice to hold it in her hand again. "Fuck me," she begged.

"Not yet," Lycaon said.

"Why not?" She pleaded, she needed his distraction desperately. She gasped as he lifted her into his arms with ease. Carried into the bedroom, Ellen giggled as he tossed her onto the bed.

Pulling off his shirt and kicking his pants off, Ellen followed suit and removed her clothes too. But as Lycaon began to kiss her again, she put a hand on his chest. "I changed my mind," she said plainly, "Can you just hold me?"

Lycaon nodded, pulling Ellen into his arms and falling back in the bed. Ellen softly wept into his chest, mourning the parts of her life that would change. The questions at work, the stares from strangers, the youthful optimism that would need to be replaced by an adult, realistic, child-protecting world view. There was sadness to be felt, and it was too much for Ellen.

Lycaon was just happy she was safe, healthy, and in love with him.

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They walked from the doctor's office back to Lycaon's car. Ellen felt empty. She had a bevy of pamphlets to read over, each outlining a different option. Abortion, adoption, actually giving birth to the demon. She ran her hand over her stomach and apologized to the living thing inside of her. It was just barely big enough to show up on the ultra sound. Ellen gave Lycaon the printed out image. She didn't want to know.

"I thought that was very informative," Lycaon said as he clicked his seat belt into place. He glanced over at Ellen. She said nothing, she looked empty. This was a lot of responsibility to suddenly fall into her lap. He cupped the side of her head and pressed his lips against her temple. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Do you want to get anything while we're out?" Lycaon asked.

She sighed, "Something bad for me."

"Burrito with extra sofritas and barbacoa, black beans, lettuce, cheese, the green salsa, and sour cream on the side?" Lycaon asked. Ellen broke into tears as he perfectly relayed her order. She couldn't help but think about how this was affecting him. Wasn't this his kid too? Didn't he want to have a say? Why was he so caring and thoughtful? Why did he think she deserved that?

"I love you, Ellen Joe," he said, pressing another kiss into her temple. And there was the answer to all of it. He may have felt that he should have a say, or that he wanted her to have the baby. But at the end of it all, it didn't matter to him what he wanted. What mattered was what she wanted.

"I am going to fuck you so hard when we get home," Ellen said through her tears.

Lycaon smiled softly, "As you wish."

Ellen cried on the way to the Mexican food joint they always went to, she cried while Lycaon ordered for her, and she cried on the way home as she clutched her over stuffed burrito to her chest. She even cried as she ate her burrito, but that was less because of her circumstances and more because it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.

They sat together in the breakfast nook while Ellen ate her food. Lycaon read the paper, his hand resting on Ellen's thigh. Occasionally he would glance over at Ellen, finding bits of shredded pork hung from the sides of her mouth as the vegetable broth coated her lips in a nice sheen. He would think to himself, "How is it she becomes more perfect every day?"

"Would you stop staring at me?" Ellen begged, her mouth half full of Tex-Mex goodness, "It's really cute how much you're in love with me, but I'm kinda gross right now."

"What if I helped with that?" Lycaon asked, leaning towards her. Ellen swallowed her current bite and cautiously allowed Lycaon to approach her. As his lips got close to her's, she closed her eyes and waited for him to apply a soft gentle kiss to her lips. Instead, she felt his tongue begin to lick off the bits of food.

She giggled as the bumps of his tongue tickled her. "You're a real freak, you know that?" Ellen teased.

"Only for you," Lycaon assured her, kissing her lips softly. But Ellen wouldn't let him escape. She wrapped her arms behind his neck and continued kissing him. He was so perfect to her, it wasn't fair. She found it hard to believe Lycaon felt the same about her.

He did, and it was effortless.

Ellen straddled Lycaon's hips as he laid back in bed. He held up his hands as Ellen leaned into him. The bed creaked as they shifted onto a particularly squeaky spring. "I've been thinking about it," Ellen said, "You know, about the..."

She still couldn't bring herself to say it. It still didn't feel real.

"Of course," Lycaon said, "Did you come to a decision?"

Ellen sighed. She knew Lycaon was a good man. She knew he would do what was right. She knew he would take care of her regardless of the answer. But it still scared the shit out of her.

"I've been thinking about names," Ellen admitted.

"Oh?" Lycaon sounded startled, "I have to admit, I have too."

"Can I go first?" Ellen asks.

"Of course," he said, squeezing her hand softly.

"Melody," she said, "We could call her Mel for short."

We. Lycaon's heart fluttered in his chest. She said we.

"I think that's a wonderful name," he said, "And if it's a boy?"

"I really hope it's not," Ellen admits, "If it is, you can pick out the name."

"Artemis," he said, "It's technically gender neutral, but-"

"He's going to be picked on," Ellen complains.

"Exactly," Lycaon smiles, "Perhaps we could call him Arty for the sake of his emotional well being?"

"I'll think about it," she replies.

"Ellen, I wanted to say-" Lycaon started, but Ellen stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"No," she said, "No confessions, no deep and caring explanations, just be with me. Okay?"

He nodded.

"Because I know," she said, tears welling in her eyes, "I know that you will love me to the ends of the earth. That no matter what comes, you will be there by my side. Even when you're not," Ellen holds a hand to her stomach, "I'll always have a part of you."

"Ellen," Lycaon smiled, "I love you."

"Oh shut up, you stupid mutt," she said, collapsing into his arms for a tearful, mourning-filled kiss. It was in that moment that she buried her worries away and accepted the truth that she was desperate to prove was a lie. The truth that Lycaon cared about her in ways that would only ever be demonstrated with action, and that words could never suffice.

It showed in the way his eyes reflected the sunset, in the way his veins pulsed when he held her tightly, in the way his lips curled when he looked at her, in the way his body warmed her own.

It felt silly.

It felt right.

"What about Archimedes?" Lycaon asked between weeping kisses, "We could call him Archie."

"Pick a normal name," Ellen insisted.

When Ellen said she had a surprise for him, he was confused. He was even more confused when Ellen disappeared into his walk in closet in her pajamas. "Okay," Ellen said, holding the closet door closed, "Are you ready?"

Lycaon sat up in bed, "I am."

Ellen let out an anxious sigh. This was stupid. So stupid. So so so so stupid! She pulled open the door and revealed the special outfit she had picked out for tonight. A black dress with a white under shirt. It had several fun straps to pull on, but ultimately zipped up the back. The skirt ballooned out, a ruffled white under skirt could barely be seen. The neckline was best described as plunging, and Ellen was thankful the cups of the push up bra she bought were hidden. The stupid part was the fact that she dolled herself up with an obnoxious, cheap, red lipstick that was sure to leave a mark on both of them.

Lycaon succumbed once again to a kink that he had yet to address, a special attraction towards bashful, soft spoken, big breasted maids that were desperate to serve him.

"Oh, hang on," Ellen turned around and rummaged through the packaging that held her outfit. Then she stood and affixed a maid's headpiece to her head. "How do I look?" Ellen asked bashfully.

"I- well- I mean to say," Lycaon began to stumble over his words, his blush shining through his fur.

"Master," Ellen said in a sultry voice, "Are you feeling alright?" She walked forward slowly, extending her legs as if she was wearing heels. The skirt was shorter than the online description, so she kept a hand over her crotch to keep the skirt down.

"I actually feel like I might be coming down with something," Lycaon said. Improvisation was not his strong suit.

"Oh no!" Ellen scampered to his side, "Let me take your temperature this instant!" Lycaon's face felt hot against her lips. "No, this is definitely a fever," she confirmed.

Lycaon's eyes were transfixed on Ellen's cleavage.

"Master?" She asked, a soft sultry quality to her voice, "You seem distracted, is it the fever getting to you?"

"I believe so," Lycaon reached for her waist.

Ellen snatched his hand and placed it against her chest. "Oh Master!" She says with a wink, "We can't! Please, try and control yourself!"

"How can you make such a ridiculous request?" Lycaon growled, "How could anyone control themselves around you?"

"Please!" Ellen smiled hungrily, his growl still echoing in her chest, "You must!" Then she whispered, "This dress was super cheap and made to be ripped."

Ellen gasped dramatically as Lycoan ripped the front of her maid costume. "There," Lycaon said, "Much better."

"You would have me work like this, Master?" Ellen pretended to complain. As Lycaon swung his legs off the bed, she felt her heart rate quicken. Standing up, he loomed over her. Calmly, he undid the front clasp of her bra. Gripping her breast, he ran his thumb over her nipple.

Ellen sighed, covering her mouth, "I can't take much more." Watching how he callously played with her breasts excited her. It felt like an out of body experience.

Lycaon placed a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. "Do try to endure it," he whispered.

"Anything for you, Master," Ellen sighed.

It was easy to do whatever Lycaon said when he was walking around the house in nothing but loose sweat pants that showed off his muscular physique. As he pulled down the front of his sweat pants, Ellen's mouth watered as his cock lifted the front of her outfit. "Master's cock is being very naughty," Ellen teased, a sly smirk on her lips, "Perhaps I need to- AHN!" She moaned as he grabbed the back of her neck.

"I've had a long day," he said firmly, "Your job is to clean, isn't it?" Ellen nodded. "Then make your mouth useful and clean my cock." Ellen crumpled, moaning softly as Lycaon pressed his hard cock against her face. Even though he had showered before getting into bed, the musk of his crotch made Ellen's eyes flutter.

"Yes, Master," she sighed, "Use this poor ignorant maid as your cleaning tool, make me useful, make me-MPH!" She sucked diligently on the tip of his cock as her head was forced onto it. The salty sweat, the scraggly pubes, the aroma. If Ellen wasn't playing a prim and proper maid, she would be playing with herself.

Just as she was about to lose herself, she felt his cock pulse on her tongue. Warm strands coated the back of her throat, she moaned as her uvula became painted with his gorgeous cum. Withdrawing from her mouth, he rested his cock on her face. "Show me," he commanded. Ellen opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

"Who knew all I had to do to make you cum fast was to dress up like a slutty- GAHK" Ellen was silenced by her master's cock.

"Just because I finished does not mean we are done," he decreed, "Your whore lips left a stain on my cock, you're not leaving until it is spotless." Ellen giggled frantically on his cock, loving this spoiled rich kid persona he had put on for her. She clutched her thumb in her palm and hoped the rumor that it turned off your gag reflex was true.

Truth was he was doing exactly what she wished he would do every time they had sex. Be selfish.

He held the back of her neck firmly as he guided her head. At this point, he was just pleasuring himself. Ellen's nose pressed against his pubic bone as he held her still, exploding into her esophagus. She coughed loudly as he withdrew, a gross bubble grew from her lips as she tried to catch her breathe. Falling backwards, she smiled as she saw Lycaon's lipstick covered cock hanging limply over her as he knelt down.

As it dangled against her lips, she licked the softening head. Lycaon couldn't let this selfishness stand though. Peeling back the layers of her skirt, he spread her legs open and pulled aside her panties. Her mound was red as blood flowed excitedly into her labia, her clit stiffened and twitched as it was desperate for his touch, and her panties were soaked with arousal. Saliva dripped from his maw as Pavlov was proved right once again.

Ellen's eyes rolled back as he began to eat her out. It was this moment when she realized being on the bottom of a 69 was awesome. By comparison, you didn't have to do a thing.

Lycaon's cock stiffened against her lips. She slowly ran her tongue from the tiny scar beneath the head to the start of his testicles. His entire crotch shivered. Ellen smiled wide as he reached down to guide his cock into her mouth. As he began to hump her face, she grew fond of the soft plap of his balls against her eyes. She gasped for air as he withdrew, stroking himself for her to see before guiding himself back into her mouth.

Lycaon was so intent on her pleasure that he didn't notice Ellen's legs about to put him in a head lock. His muzzle pressed against her mound, he licked with greater intention. His tongue focussed solely on her clit. A smile grew on his mouth as he felt her desperate moans vibrate against his cock. Ellen's back arched as he pushed her over the edge.

Standing back up, he grabbed Ellen by the hair and leaned her up against the bed. "Sorry," he whispered, "Was that too much?"

She shook her head, "No, that was very-GOMPH!"

"I can't help but notice," he said, thrusting into her face, "My cock is still a mess." She let out muffled moans as he used her for his own gratification. Just as Ellen thought that, he pulled his cock from her mouth and began to stroke it. She whimpered as he pressed the head to her lips.

"Oh Master," she moaned, kissing and gently lapping at the head of his dick, "Please, cover me in your delicious-" Ellen paused as her master's hips stiffened and Lycaon grunted. Despite cumming three times in a row, his load was still overly generous. No wonder she ended up pregnant.

"Get on the bed, lay on your back," he commanded.

Ellen nodded. Climbing onto the bed, she stepped out of character to admit, "Hey, I'm having fun, but you're going to need to give me some serious after care, okay?"

"Of course," he said, cupping the back of her neck. She loved when he kissed her. Even though her make up was smeared with body fluids and saliva, she felt like the most desirable creature in the world when Lycaon looked at her. "I love you," he whispered into her cum stained lips.

"Yeah, I love you too, stupid mutt," she whispered back. Laying on her back, she assumed the position and tilted her head back. Ellen pouted as she realized the lipstick she had put on had pretty much faded away. "Hang on a second," she said, Lycaon pulled away.

He watched as she quickly scampered back to the walk in closet, pulled out a small black obelisk, and reapplied her lipstick. "I'll be honest," Lycaon admitted with a chuckle, "I only have one more round in me."

"Then you better give it your all," Ellen said, then resuming her bashful maid character, whispered softly, "Do it for me, Master."

Ellen kissed from his cheek to his neck, to his clavicle, to his chest, to his sternum, to his abdomen, to his pubic bone, to the head of his cock. Rolling onto her back, she opened her mouth wide.

"You are easily the most perfect woman I have ever met," Lycaon admitted.

"Stop flirting and use my-OOMPH" Ellen should have known better than to taunt Lycaon when his switch was flipped. His hand grasped her neck firmly. As his balls rested on her face, his cock pressed deep into her throat, she screamed internally with glee when he began to self gratify by stroking her neck.

"What a good toy," Lycaon growled.

She tapped his hip rapidly. He withdrew, cupping her breast as she gasped for air. "That was so fucking hot," she admitted, nuzzling his shaft, "But no more masturbating with my neck." She held his beautiful cock to her lips and covered it in more lipstick. Even if the scene was all but over, she loved the idea of being a bratty maid.

"Come, let's get clean," he commanded.

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"Oh fuck!" Ellen groaned as Lycaon slid into her again from behind. Her maid outfit lay it tatters on the bathroom floor. He pulled her arms back as he thrusted into her.

"One more time," he growled in her ear, "Then we can rest."

Ellen moaned as his cock pressed against her deepest parts. She was determined to see this through to the end. "Fuck, Lycaon," she moaned, "That feels so good!"

He only grunted in response. Thankfully, the water from the shower was still warm. A marvel of modern technology since the heater in her apartment definitely would have run out by now. Ellen yelped as Lycaon released her arm and lifted her leg. It wasn't fair. How could he always find a way to reach deeper?

The lewd sounds of their bodies colliding in their late night tussle echoed dangerously around the bathroom. "One more time meaning this is the last time?" Ellen asked, "Or one more time after this?"

"One more after- GUH -this!" Lycaon groaned as he came inside her once again. Their pants felt like a chorus to their passion for each other. Ellen groaned as he grew stiffer inside her. As he began to flex his hips again, Ellen pleaded with the heavens to stay conscious for this.

Lycaon grabbed her arms and pulled them back. Ellen's body folded under his passion. She could feel his cock pressed against her cervix. There was no way she could get pregnant again, right?

"It feels so good," Lycaon grunted in her ear, "Have you finished yet?" Ellen could barely keep her eyes open. In fact, she wasn't sure if she had stopped cumming yet.

Lycaon moved his grip to her shoulders. Ellen steadied herself against the tile wall of the shower, but his hunger was stronger. Her face pressed against the tile wall as her body curled and coiled to accept Lycaon as deep as possible. "Lycaon," she panted, "Slow down, you're starting to-" Ellen gasped as Lycaon lifted Ellen up. Her legs floating in the air, the only thing keeping her steady was her hands planted on the shower wall.

"Slow down!" She pleaded.

"So close," Lycaon groaned, his thrusts accentuating his words. Ellen grunted each time as his cock pressed into her cervix, crushing her womb.

"Wait," she begged, then THUD "Ow!"

Lycaon snapped out of it. "Ellen!" He cried out, "I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

Ellen tried to open her eyes but one stung. What happened? She looked to see what she hit her head on and found a tile of the shower wall had shattered. A small imprint of red left behind. She touched her brow and found her hand covered with blood. "Oh fuck," Ellen said, "That's a lot of blood."

"I'm... I'm..." Lycaon crumpled to the shower floor, "A monster..."

"Lycaon, you're not a-" Ellen winced as she washed her face under the shower faucet, "Head wounds always bleed more. It doesn't even hurt."

"No, but I hurt you," he panicked, "Even if it wasn't the head wound, I was hurting you. You told me to stop. What if- what if- Oh god, if I hurt Melody, what then?" He clapped a hand to his mouth, his eyes grew wider. Ellen watched helpless as he crumbled in front of her eyes.

"Lycaon, hey," she tried to snap him out of his stupor, but he was too far gone. He continued mumbling to himself, saying it was only a matter of time, this was just the first instance, there would be more. It pissed Ellen the fuck off. "Sorry," she said with a sigh, "It's the only way."

"What if- CRACK!!" Lycaon blinked as his cheek stung. Ellen shook her hand to distract herself from a similar stinging feeling. Lycaon shivered as he took in the look of extreme annoyance on her blood stained face.

"There," she said, hands on her hips, "We're even. Now would you knock it off."

"I- I-," Lycaon stammered. Ellen reared her hand back again, but Lycaon held up his hand. Letting out a sigh, Ellen felt relieved as he stood and the cool, calm expression Lycaon usually wore returned.

"I'm sorry for hitting you," she said, "Can I please have my handsome hubby material boyfriend back now?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "That was unbecoming."

"It was very human of you," Ellen said, cupping his reddening cheek, "But you can't be freaking out like that every time I get hurt."

"I know," he murmurs.

"We're going to be in charge of something very fragile very soon," she reminds him, "If we freaked out like that every time they got hurt, which is going to be a lot, then they would turn into a hypochondriac. From now on, you're going to take things in stride, and please," she raised to the tips of her toes to kiss his cheek, "Listen when I say I'm fine."

"I will," he sighed, "I'm sorry."

"You should be," she teased, biting his cheek softly.

"You awake?" Ellen asked.

Outside, the sun was growing over the horizon. A dew rested on the leaves of the rose bushes outside. Downstairs in the kitchen, the automatic coffee maker played a jingle and began to brew. In the front entryway, two pairs of loafers stood ready and waiting to be worn.

Lycaon turned onto his back. Ellen brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, suddenly anxious as he beheld her. The scene from last night played in her head again. He was so panicked and scared. He thought he had broken her.

"I'm sorry for slapping you," Ellen said.

Lycaon shook his head, "It worked, and I doubt you would ever do it again."

"I'll try not to," Ellen teased, "But you're right. I wouldn't."

Reaching over to his girlfriend, Lycaon put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer. He still found it hard to believe she felt so much for him. Staring at her through sleepy eyes, he marveled over the little details about her. The small patch of spots on her forehead, the sand that still rested in her eyes, the imprint of the pillow case on her cheek. She was so beautiful.

Ellen loved when Lycaon looked at her like this. Like she was the only thing that existed at all.

"I made a decision," she declared.

Lycaon nodded. Anxiety grew in his throat.

"I want to keep it," she said.

"You're sure?" Lycaon asked.

"No," Ellen admitted, "No, honestly, I have no idea. If I was by myself in all this, I would say no. The only reason I feel remotely capable is because..."

Lycaon heard the implications as a tearful Ellen stared at him. She had found stability in him. A stability that empowered her in ways he did not intend, but that he was excited to see.

"Get dressed," Lycaon instructed.

"What?" Ellen said, confused.

"Get dressed," he repeated, "And meet me in the garden."

"In the-" Ellen watched as he stormed out of the bedroom and went down stairs. She heard the basement door open, then the slam of the back door. She wasn't sure what he wanted, but she did as he said. She pulled on a camisole and a cardigan. Her pajama shorts would have to do, and if he wanted something more appropriate he would have to be less mysterious.

As she was about to enter the garden, she spied on him for a moment. In his hands was a stack of white note cards. He was pacing and muttering to himself. He had thankfully put on a pair of black slacks and a white t-shirt.

Opening the back door, Ellen slid on her flip flops and joined her boyfriend. "What are you doing?" She asked.

Lycaon guided her to sit on the bench. Oversized bushes of roses acted as the curtains for the scene. He stashed his cards in his pocket, and rubbed his hands together anxiously. "Ellen Joe," he started, "From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. But I never knew why. I could not tell if it was due to your wit, your stoic expression, or how you walked into a room like you owned the place.

"That fateful day when you came into my office with only your bike lock," he continued, "It set off a spark in me. It gave me a reason to be around you. From that moment on I became enamored with you. And it made me desperately depressed."

"Depressed?" Ellen chuckled.

"Hang on," he said, "I practiced this."

"Right," she smiled, wondering if the warmth in her chest was normal, "Sorry, go on."

"I thought, there is no way someone like Ellen would ever fall for me," he continued, "I had resigned myself to believing this fallacy. It was the only way I could get through the day.

"And then you proved me wrong," he said, "It was simple. It was always simple. Nothing but a kiss. You stuck your foot in the door of my life and refused to let me say no any longer."

"Ellen Joe," Lycaon said, falling to one knee, "You make my world more colorful and brighter than it has ever been before." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black felt box. "If you will have me," he breathed in deeply to steady his hands, "I would like to ask for your hand in marriage." As the box opened, inside was a small golden ring with two hands presenting a heart. In the center of the heart was a small diamond.

Lycaon looked up from the box and found Ellen's face was bright red. Tears streamed down her face and stained her shirt. But Lycaon was steadfast. He knew that she was going to have to feel a lot of things in a very short amount of time.

"But... why?" Ellen asked through her tears.

"I thought I outlined that pretty eloquently," Lycaon retorted with a chuckle.

"You did," Ellen admitted. Her shoulders quaked as she began to sob, stifling herself into the sleeve of her cardigan. Snot dripped from her nose as she became overwhelmed by the request.

"If you need time," Lycaon said, "I can wait, but-"

"Of course I'm going to say yes!" She shouted.

"I'm glad," he said as she snatched the ring from the box.

"It's too big," she announced, holding her hand out while she wiped away tears.

"We can get it resized," Lycaon said with a smile.

"I know," Ellen sniffled. Lycaon produced a handkerchief and dabbed his fiancé's tears. Even though her lip still quivered and her shoulders were unsteady, as she looked up at him he could only see love in her eyes. "I need to blow my nose," she announced.

As she stood from the bench, she yelped as Lycaon whisked her into the air.

"Lycaon!" She shouted gleefully, "I can still walk, you know!"

"I know," he smiled coyly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her lips against his cheek. "You know," she said softly, "There's no take backs when it comes to marriage proposals."

"I know," he assured her, "Hence the note cards."

"Oh, did they help?" She asked.

He nodded. "How did I do?" He asked.

"Well out of all the many marriage proposals I've received," Ellen teased, "Your's was by far my favorite."

"Good," he said with a wink.

"Not that I'm not grateful," Ellen continued, staring at the ring on her finger, "But we're going to go wedding ring shopping, right?"

"That," he nodded to the ring on Ellen's hand, "Was my grandmother's. You can blame my great grand father for the poor taste in jewelry."

"It's not poor," Ellen objected, "I like it, it's a claddagh ring, right?"

Lycaon nodded.

Ellen slid the ring from her right hand onto her left, proudly displaying the grasped heart outwards. "Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Well, we're getting married, right?" Ellen asked, "So it goes on the left hand to tell potential suitors I'm taken."

"I see," Lycaon chuckled, "You deal with potential suitors often?"

"Well, there has been this one guy," Ellen teased, "He's really handsome, caring, kind, rich, beautiful locks of white fur and a great smile."

"Sounds familiar," Lycoan said.

"Yeah?" Ellen asked coyly, "You know him?"

Lycaon nodded.

"Well," Ellen pressed her lips to his ear, "Don't tell him, but I think I'm madly in love with him."

"Your secret is safe with me," Lycaon said.

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"I hate staying late for meetings," Rina complained.

"Well the client should be here soon," Lycaon lied.

"They better be paying big bucks," Rina continued, "They're cutting into my drinking time."

"You really should cut back," Lycaon insisted.

Rina shrugged.

The door to the sister office of Lycaon & Sebastianne Consulting opened. Ellen stepped through the door, brimming with anxious energy. She wore an oversized beige cardigan that hid her growing stomach.

"So he dragged you into this too?" Rina asked.

"What?" Ellen looked at Lycaon confused.

"Rina," Lycaon sighed, "There's no client."

"Well, good night you two," Rina said, heading straight for the door, "See you tomorrow, good work, and all th-"

"I'm pregnant," Ellen said.

Rina froze.

"We're getting married," Lycaon added.

Rina's hand curled into a fist. Why was he so insistent on implicating her in this HR nightmare?

"Don't be mad at Lycaon," Ellen begged, "It's not his fault."

"Well..." Rina chuckled, "I am inclined to believe that it's not one of you that is at fault in this particular case. If anything, it's both of you."

"That's fair," Ellen said, jumping slightly as Rina turned on her heel. She slowly approached Lycaon. Lycaon stood ready for whatever punishment he was due.

Rina reached up for his lapel, straightened it, and said, "You look like a slob."

"Thank you," he replied.

"You know this is going to be a big head ache, right?" Rina asked.

"We know, and-" Ellen tried to apologize, but Rina held up her hand to cut her off.

"Not you," she said firmly, staring at Lycaon.

"I know," he said solemnly.

"Mhm," Rina pursed her lips. Head ache was putting it gently. They would have to find replacements during their parental leave. The workload she would have to take on personally would be troublesome at the least.

"We'll find a way to make it work," he insisted, "And if need be, I'll leave the-"

"Oh shut up," Rina groaned, "I'm not firing you."

"Thank god," Ellen sighed.

"Look you're not the first boss to fuck your slutty secretary," Rina paused, "No offense, Ellen."

"I mean..." Ellen rolled her eyes, "The optics are bad."

"And you won't be the last," Rina continued.

"Please don't call my fiancé a slut," Lycaon requested politely.

"I'll get to her in a moment," Rina assured, "You ready?"

"I am," Lycaon answered.

"You really thought this through?" Rina looked ready to fight, her aura bristling around her.

"Many times," Lycaon assured.

"Good," Rina said. Then she pulled back her fist. As Lycaon reflexively winced and prepared for whatever punishment Rina was about to dole out, she laughed. "Two for flinching," she said, punching his shoulder twice softly.

"Your turn," Rina said, turning to face Ellen.

"I flinch easily," she admitted, holding her hands up in front of her defensively.

"Okay?" Rina said, "You're my subordinate, I would never physically threaten you."

"Then... what are you-" Ellen yelped as Rina snatched her hands. A wave of confusion washed over the pair as Rina began to jump and giggle excitedly.

"Married? A baby!?" She continued gleefully skipping, "Oh my gosh! Do you have a name? Wait, how far along are you? Should you be telling me this?"

"Well, I mean," Ellen undid the buttons of her cardigan. It was almost twenty weeks now since they found out.

"May I?" Rina asked.

Ellen nodded.

Rina kneeled down and held Ellen's stomach carefully. She never wanted kids of her own, but she always loved the idea of being a wino auntie. As she pressed her ear to the exposed part of Ellen's stomach, she smiled.

"You're going to be a wonderful mother, Ellen," she said softly.

Ellen cried.

She had been doing a lot of that lately. It was only natural as her life began to change faster and faster. Foods that once made her drool now made her queasy, things that were simple were becoming difficult. As Ellen was pulled into Lycaon's arms, she felt comforted knowing that how he felt for her would never change.

"When's the wedding?" Rina asked as she got to her feet.

"We actually already went to the courthouse and-" Lycaon began to explain.

"When's the actual wedding?" Rina asked Ellen specifically.

"I haven't thought that far ahead," Ellen admitted, "I just want to get this little one into the world, then we can worry about throwing a party or getting a ceremony done."

"You say the word," Rina says, "I'll come help you with whatever you need, day or night, if you need me to-"

Ellen waited patiently, wondering what would cause Rina to freeze like she had. What awful revelation had been bestowed upon her? What ghastly imagery filled the epiphany that she was blessed with?

"Oh my god," Rina said, turning to Ellen with a wide smile, "Have you told Corin?"

"No, not yet I-" Ellen winced as Rina screamed excitedly.

"Oh my god, can I tell her?" Rina asked.

"Uhm... no?" Ellen responded.

Corin stood outside the brownstone anxiously. She was unsure if the gift she brought was appropriate. Rina had invited her to a company party at Lycaon's place. But she was told not to discuss it with others. When she ran into Lycaon later that day, he didn't seem like he was preparing for a party.

This signaled to her that she should get a bottle of Rina's favorite whiskey to try and court her good favor. She was clearly hosting it even though the venue was-

"Corin?" A familiar voice asked.

Corin turned to find her coworker, Seth, looking at her confused. "Did we get the right address?" He asked.

"Uhm, I think so," she said.

"Did you knock?" He asked.

She shook her head, "No, too anxious."

"Come on," he chuckled, "It's not that bad, Lycaon isn't nearly as scary as he seems." He knocked on the door firmly. Above them the sky was turning into a shade of bluish gray, signaling night was soon to come. The street soon became lit by the sconces marking the entry way of each house. Leaves of orange and red and yellow twinkled as they fell to the ground. It was a magical sight to behold.

"Seth, Corin, good," Lycaon said as he opened the door, "Rina and Ellen are already inside."

"I wasn't sure who was hosting," Corin said, lifting the bag, "I brought whiskey."

"I didn't know if we were supposed to bring a gift," Seth admitted.

"And so you felt safe in bringing nothing?" Lycaon asked.

"I'll do the dishes?" Seth offered.

"Good man," Lycaon smiled. Both thought he seemed to be in a more chipper mood. As they entered the house, Corin marveled at the tacky wallpaper and the somewhat decadent furniture. Lycaon motioned for them to follow.

Taking his seat at the head of the table, Lycaon sighed in relief. Ellen put a hand on his knee. "You're doing good," Ellen said.

"Thank you," he smiled, "Now comes the hard part."

"Yeah, let's get it over with so I can drink," Rina said. Seth and Corin looked at each other confused over what they had heard. There was also no food on the table. Were they early? Or was this not the party they were told it would be?

"Corin, Seth," Rina said firmly, "Thank you for coming."

As Corin sat down next to Ellen, Ellen put her hand on the table. Corin took it immediately. Then wondered what had compelled her to do so. As Ellen squeezed it firmly, she forgot about the confusing notion and listened to Rina intently. Seth sat down next to Rina, still taking in his surroundings.

"You two were invited because Ellen and Lycaon trust you," Rina continued, "The information that is about to be shared with you is private, it should not be repeated outside these walls unless they prompt you to discuss it. Understood?"

Seth and Corin nod.

"Ellen, you have the floor," Rina declared.

"I'm pregnant," Ellen said plainly.

Seth stood up abruptly, "Ellen!"

"Oh my god," Corin said, "Wait, but I thought..."

"Remember that guy I talked to you about," Ellen said, "Uhm, well, it was Lycaon."

"That's-" Seth furrowed his brow.

"No, it wasn't like that," Ellen chided, "We had been courting each other for a while and things came to a head during the brainstorming session."

"At the hotel? The one you got an extension for?" Rina asked, a fiery rumble in her voice as yet another facet of their relationship implicated their company.

Ellen nodded.

Rina gave Lycaon a look of disappointment. "I didn't submit the receipts to the accountant," he said, "Don't worry."

"Not what I was worried about," Rina grumbled.

"So then," Seth was very confused, but that was not very different from his baseline. Corin was confused, but was thankfully putting the pieces together. As Seth returned to his seat, he admitted haphazardly, "You don't look pregnant." 

"Thank you," Ellen said, chuckling, "But I assure you I am."

"Do you need anything?" Corin asked, "How is your wardrobe doing? Need new shoes? Supplies? Creams? Rides to the-"

"No, no," Ellen clasped Corin's hand in her's, "No, Lycaon is taking care of all of that."

Corin nodded, glanced at Rina, then at Ellen's hand. As she spotted the ring, her eyes widened.

"Yeah," Ellen said.

"Shut up!" Corin said.

"Yeah," Ellen repeated.

"No way!" Corin gleefully squealed, "You're getting married?!"

"It was the proper thing to do," Lycaon said, as he extended a hand out to Ellen, she took it and rubbed her thumb into the back of his hand. "And of course," he smiled, "I can't think of a more perfect partner to spend the rest of my life with."

"I don't understand," Seth said, "Why am I here?"

"Well," Ellen said, "We're going to need a best man and a maid of honor."

Corin began sobbing. Ellen pulled Corin closer and also began to cry into the top of her head. Even though they hadn't hung out outside work, Ellen would admit she felt a special kinship with Corin. There was no one she trusted more to be her maid of honor.

"If you don't feel up for it," Lycaon started to say.

"No, I'm up for it," Seth said confidently, "You're going to have the best bachelor party ever!"

"No," Lycaon insisted.

"Come on!" Seth pleaded, encouraged by Ellen and Corin's laughter, "A small one, it will be very Lycaon themed. No strippers or anything like that."

"When is the wedding?" Corin asked, reaching up to wipe a tear from Ellen's cheek.

"Well," Ellen sighed, "We are technically already married."

"We went to the courthouse not too long ago," Lycaon added.

"And you still haven't gotten her a proper ring?" Corin accused.

"Well..." Lycaon looked between his dinner guests. They all wore some variation of a disappointed expression at him.

"Hey," Ellen said, drawing their attention, "I decided to wait to go ring shopping. My fingers are like little sausages right now and I don't want the sizing to be off."

They all glanced at her fingers. They were decidedly not little sausages.

"So..." Seth sighed, "How are you going to handle this at work?"

"We're working on that," Rina said, "For now, just keep this to yourself."

"Yes," Lycaon agreed.

"Have you thought of any names?" Corin asked.

Ellen nodded, then rubbed her stomach gently, "Her name is going to be Melody."

"Wait," Rina pops up from her seat, "You know the gender?!"

"Did we not mention that?" Lycaon asked.

"NO!!!" Rina accused.

"Melody is the perfect name," Corin said softly as Rina began to berate Lycaon.

"You sure?" Ellen asked.

Corin saw the doubt that flashed across Ellen's face in that split second. But she knew all she could do was smile gently, nod, and say, "Of course, I am sure."

Ellen smiled back.

"Alright, enough shouting," Seth insisted, "I think this calls for a drink. Well... Except for Ellen."

"It's fine," she said, "I don't really drink anyways."

"That'll change," Rina grumbles. As she unsheathes the bottle in Corin's gift bag, a soft pouting smile replaces the angry frown. "You got me my favorite?" She asked, cuddling the bottle to her chest.

"Well, yeah, I thought this was going to be a celebration," Corin said, then realizing the implications, stuttered, "I mean, a good celebration, not that this isn't a good celebration, I mean-" She stops as Ellen leans forward and softly kisses her cheek.

"It's fine," she says, resting her head on Corin's shoulder, "I know what you meant." They held hands until it was time for Corin to leave.

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"I just want to make sure that you know," Ellen said tearfully, "That it isn't your fault."

Lycaon felt an immense confusion as he watched his wife coo for his penis. She cuddled it, kissed it gently, and tried to assure it that she would be back when the time was right.

"So just don't be sad," she said with a sniffle, "You'll get to have a whole lot of sex in a couple months, alright?"

"Ellen," Lycaon chuckled, "This is a bit dramatic don't you think?"

"I'll be with you in a second," Ellen said, nuzzling his beautiful member for another moment.

The doctor had assured them that everything was proceeding perfectly. Melody was healthy, Ellen was healthy, Lycaon was sane. They had a few more weeks before they would move into the hospital, a luxury afforded to them by a very generous donation from the Lycaon & Joe foundation. It was the same foundation that managed the trust for one Melody Joe.

Ellen was insistent that Melody keep her mother's last name. Lycaon was not one to obsess over dynasties and so he agreed. He hoped in a few months when the dust had settled and they were sleeping more regularly, he could bring up the idea of a second child. But for now, he knew better than to prompt a woman who was currently with child with the prospect of more children.

"Okay, I have to go now," she sniffled, "I just didn't want you to think I forgot about you." She gave his member one final kiss and then returned to Lycaon's side. "Hi, mutt," she said with a wistful smile.

"Hello fishy," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Fishy?" She chuckled, "Okay, that's very cute."

"Thank you," he smiled, "I thought for a long time about it."

She loved that smile. She loved how it calmed her, but also excited her. She loved that he always smiled when he looked at her. She loved him.

"I miss having sex with you," she sighed.

"I miss it too," Lycaon admitted, "But somehow, I fall more in love with you every day."

"Oh gross," Ellen rolled her eyes, "You're so stupid."

"Mhm," Lycaon growled, "Stupid in love with you." She groaned in protest as he kissed the top of her head. Rolling onto her back, she rested her head against his shoulder. His arm curled around her body, and rested on her stomach. Melody kicked the intruder.

"Uh oh, she didn't like that," Ellen warned.

"Well, she can tell me herself in a little bit," Lycaon said, pressing his lips against her temple as best he could.

"Or," Ellen took his hand and laced her fingers between his, "You could put this hand to use."

"Feeling tender again?" Lycaon asked. Ellen nodded with a weary sigh. With her hormones preparing her body for Melody's arrival, she had a lot of usual side effects to deal with. The tenderness of her breasts was one that drew much ire from Ellen. No amount of well padded or supportive nursing bras could help, the only savior found to work was a lanolin based cream. Ellen lifted the oversized t-shirt up above her swollen breasts. A soft smile grew on her face as she knew relief was on the way.

Lycaon grabbed the tube from Ellen's bedside table and applied a small dab. Ellen smiled softly as his fingers slowly softened the cream. "Let me know if it hurts," Lycaon said.

"You know I will," Ellen murmured, closing her eyes as his gentle touched whisked away the tenderness that had been bugging her for hours. She knew he would have dropped everything to do it for her then, and that she could have done it for herself any time she wanted. Saving such an intimate and personal act for bed time felt nice.

Apart from her swollen stomach, her body was not shy of new changes. Her inverted nipples were now prompt and stiff most of the time. Her breasts were heavier as they filled with milk for their child. Her body gathered large reserves of fat in places it didn't use to. Her lines were straighter and less curvy, but she liked it. It meant her body was making sure she was ready for this, even if she didn't feel like she was.

Lycaon gently rubbed the lotion into his wife's nipples, careful to retract his claws. It was a mistake he made one time, and paid for dearly. "How is that?" He whispered in her ear.

She sighed, her shoulders relaxing.

"Still sleeping through the night?" He asked.

Ellen nodded.

"Need anything to eat? Are you thirsty?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"Good night, Ellen," he whispered.

She did not respond. Sleep came and whisked her away already. In a little bit, Lycaon's arm would fall asleep. As always, he would leave it there until she woke up in the middle of the night to pee. Then he would reconfigure to a more comfortable position that worked with her pregnancy pillow.

"I'm not waking you up, am I?" Ellen wondered as she crawled back under the covers.

"Not in the slightest," he assured her as she cuddled the body pillow.

Ellen screamed.

"You've got this," Lycaon said firmly in her ear.

"Fuck you!" She complained, "You did this to me!"

"I know," he said, wincing as Ellen squeezed his hand tighter than he thought physically possible, "I'll spend the rest of my days paying for this sin."

A team of nurses and doctors moved quickly as Ellen pushed again. There was talk of crowning and getting towels prepared. Faces covered by masks came in and out of the room without introduction or farewell. The temperature in the room was feverish but controlled.

"I can't do this," Ellen sobbed, leaning forward to try and catch her breath, "It hurts!"

Lycaon climbed behind Ellen in the hospital bed. "You're going to do it anyways," he declared, "You're the most powerful woman I know, you can-"

"Shut up!" Ellen begged, "I'm fucking dying! Spare me your platitudes!"

"Good use of platitudes," Lycaon complimented.

"Thanks," Ellen sighed, "I've been holding onto that one."

"I love you, fishy," he whispered.

"I love you too, mutt," she whispered back.

She began to breathe quickly, mustering the courage to push again. Sweat dripped from her matted brow. Ellen grunted as released the tension.

"I need to bite something," Ellen pleaded.

Lycaon rolled up the sleeve of his medical gown and presented his arm to Ellen.

"Don't be stupid!" She shouted.

"Bite," Lycaon commanded.

Blood dripped onto Ellen's hospital gown as she sunk her teeth into his arm. Lycaon winced. It hurt. It hurt worse knowing that it was only a fraction of the pain Ellen was going through. She screamed into his forearm.

The doctor stood up, holding Melody in his arms. She wasn't crying. "What's wrong with her?" Ellen demanded. The doctor assured Ellen she was healthy, but that she needed to perform a routine check up. "Lycaon," Ellen sobbed, "I'm so sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry," Lycaon whispered, gritting his teeth as a nurse poured disinfectant on the bite, "You're alive, Melody is alive, you did it."

"What if something went wrong?" Ellen wondered, she wanted to turn and face him, but she was too tired, "What if I did something wrong? What if-" 

"Enough," Lycaon commanded, "Melody will be back shortly, you will see. You need to rest." The nearby nurse nodded in agreement.

Before Ellen could demand Lycaon chase after the doctor, she returned holding a crying Melody swaddled in a pink blanket. Ellen sobbed into Melody's forehead. Lycaon pressed his lips against Ellen's sweaty temple.

"Melody," Ellen sniffled, "My Melody."

Lycaon watched his wife lovingly address his daughter. There was a small pit of sadness when he noticed the lack of canine traits in his daughter. It was drowned out by the overwhelming joy he saw on Ellen's face as she looked up at him.

"We did it," she said.

"You did it," Lycaon clarified.

"Fuck yeah I did," Ellen sighed.

"You should get some rest," Lycaon whispered.

"I will," Ellen closed her eyes, "Take her." He held Melody in his arms until Ellen woke up again. He worried that when this moment came, he would panic. That he would look his daughter in the face as she squeezed his thumb with her inhuman baby strength, and he would realize that he wasn't ready.

But as Melody began to interfere with the blood circulation in his digit, he felt confident that he could do this.

"And this is your auntie Corin," Rina declared as she danced around the living room with Melody in her arms, "And this is your uncle Seth."

"Uncle Seth?" Ellen asked. Lycaon shrugged. It was their first day home. Everyone came to deliver easy premade meals for Lycaon and Ellen. Ellen was sitting in a leather recliner in the living room. Lycaon sat by her side on the arm of the chair.

"Can you say Rina?" Rina asked, offering Melody her finger. Melody took it and threw up on herself. "Alright," Rina said, holding the baby out at arms length, "Someone else's turn."

"You can't hold her like that," Corin said, taking Melody, "Jesus, have you never been around babies before?"

Rina shrugged.

"Here," Lycaon stood, "Allow me to-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Corin said, "You take care of Ellen. I can handle a wardrobe change." Lycaon sat back down and placed his arm around Ellen. She in turn wrapped her arms around his waist.

"How are you feeling?" Lycaon asked softly for Ellen to hear.

She nodded into his side.

"Need anything?" He asked.

She shook her head.

"When did you last drink water?" He asked.

"Lycaon," she groaned, "Not right now."

"Alright," he said, squeezing her shoulder.

Lycaon paced the kitchen, bouncing his child in his arms. Despite Melody's clean bill of health, she was borderline colicky. This meant that they had to take turns on who gets a full nights sleep.

"Lycaon," Ellen said softly, peering on her husband from the hallway, "You need me to take over?"

"Not at all," Lycaon said, smiling at his wife.

"You've been up all night," Ellen said, "I can-"

"Ellen," Lycaon gave her a stern look, "I'm awake, I'm alert, I will be fine."

"Okay," Ellen said cautiously.

Lycaon halted his pacing and approached his wife. Leaning down he kissed her cheek. "Your concern is appreciated," he whispered.

Ellen grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back to her. Her heart skipped a beat as their lips connected. Ellen felt like a mess, her hair was due for a trim, she couldn't remember if she applied deodorant or if she had showered this week, and it had been months since they had sex. Dysmorphia plagued every mirror she walked past, and she couldn't help but feel a certain sadness as the first grey hair had to be plucked from her scalp.

Lycaon didn't notice any of this. He only felt the warmth of his wife's embrace. How could he need anything else?

"The sun will be up soon," Ellen warned, then declared, "When it is, I'm taking over. You have to sleep too."

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, stupid mutt," she whispered with a kind smile.

Once Ellen was safely back in bed, Lycaon took a seat at the breakfast nook. Truth was he was exhausted, he felt like he was on the verge of collapse. He let out a haggard sigh. Melody had fallen asleep around twenty minutes ago. She showed no signs of waking. Perhaps it was finally safe to go back to bed.

He continued bouncing her as he climbed the steps to their bedroom. Placing Melody gently in her crib, he kissed the pad of his thumb and pressed it to her forehead. Babies had always seemed like oddities to him, a creature halfway between living  on instinct and achieving consciousness. Melody breathed of her own will to live, but she laughed and cried for reasons he could not understand. Still, he would do anything to protect her.

As he laid down on his side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close. She flinched as his cold nose pressed into her neck. She reached behind, sighing loudly as- for a moment- it was like their first time all over again. His hands on her hips, her buttocks against his pubic bone, his lips on her neck, her mouth opened as he-

Melody began to whimper.

"I've got it," Lycaon announced.

"If you step one foot out of this bed," Ellen warned, "I will kill you and then divorce you."