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A big thanx to Michael on BD for the edit this time. A serious chapter, but the yiff is back in full force!

Chapter 17.

Jessica circled, banking neatly around into the street where The Draheal was situated, just as a cab pulled into the turning circle. She came into land on the marble steps just as the doors opened and disgorged Ruth and Felix.

Ruth jogged up the steps as Felix paid for the cab with his company card. "Everything alright darling?" he enquired, hugging her.

"Yes Ruth yes. Uncle Jools was not under duress this morning. I have just got back from his and Adam's flat. Had a bit of a catch up before Jools had to leave for his restaurant. My father has officially called a family meeting on Friday for his siblings, just as Jools suspected he would. I have told Jools to reveal that he had relocated me and you after we have left London. Speaking of which, when are you free to get away from the Capital?" Jessica said in a rush as she recovered her breath from the flight.

"Well that's good in some aspects I suppose. The answer to your question is in the morning. Mr. Jupiter, the company director, has closed the board meeting for now so we are free to resume the holiday. Are you sure that letting your father know you have resurfaced is wise love?" Ruth answered her, still holding her to his body.

"Yes, it is better coming from him. Lance will only find another way to find us otherwise. Jools doesn't know where we are heading on holiday, or where we live. So until he believes the situation is safe, no direct contact will be reestablished with father. Even then, it will be on our terms only. To be honest, Lance has far more to be worried about than you and I at the moment, so I doubt we will hear from him for a week or two at least."

"Finances as bad as were hinted at this morning?"

"Looks like it darling. As far as Jools can tell until Friday there is bugger all to go back to!" Jessica said kissing him as Felix walked up the steps to join them.

"Evening Felix, had an exhilarating day at the boardroom table?" Jessica greeted him.

"I have had far more boring ones Jessica. Ruth brings a whole new insight and viewpoint into my colleagues' foibles. Made the whole experience more interesting than I ever thought it could be," Felix answered her grinning.

"What do you mean by that?" Jessica queried.

"Oh he brings out the best and the worst in people Jessica. Has he informed you that we will have another 'guest' for our company tonight yet?"

"No," Jessica turned to Ruth with her eye-ridge raised, "Who?"

"Ahem, Overland's head contracts manager...our female contracts manager," Ruth replied sheepishly.

"Ah I see, and she will be bringing her mate?"

"No...She is single and secures contracts with her favors," Felix answered.

"So why is she coming here then?" Jessica queried looking puzzled.

"After I left this morning I received a message confirming the right to bid for another major contract involving a Chinese-Malaysian tour of Europe. The reason that contracts tender was offered to me was because of the more than mutual assignation I had an eastern dragoness on the return flight from Singapore, resulting in a meeting with the millionaire arts promoter Wan Chan when I awoke something primal in her psyche. It was something that after the other revelations on my return that I hadn't discussed with you yet. There was no possible danger involved there, as the intercourse was anal and oral only." Ruth said quietly as they walked up the steps into the foyer together.

"I see...but where does this contracts manager come in?" Jessica asked.

"Well I obviously couldn't reveal the above to the board, so I came up with a pack of lies about its origins. Jane, the contracts manager saw through my ruse and cross examined me at the lunch table. She thought it was hysterical that basically I had performed sexually in a sense and gained a contract, in the same way that she did with Overland's usual clientele. Though, as Felix will confirm, I did everything I could to dissuade her, she insists she wants to take me for a test drive herself."

Felix nodded and Jessica grinned, "What species is she?"

"Roe deer I think from her markings and build, she is definitely Cervidae in her origin family, but she could be an inter-species mix. She was wearing long sleeves and skirt so only reddish fur was visible on her face and hands."

"So she is a doe called Jane? Her parents must have hated her, or had a horrible sense of humour," Jessica tittered, calling the lift. "I suppose we will find out later exactly what she is. You will like her pussy darling; it will be more than deep enough to take you fully. Stags are a good eleven inches on average, but much much thinner in girth. She knows I suppose that there will be an audience?"

"Yes, and I even pointed out that you would not just sit back while she gave me her 'test-drive' in an attempt to put her off. She pointed out that she was not bi-sexual, but she wasn't backing off, even when I goosed her in public."

"This true?" Jessica asked turning to Felix.

"Yes, and he told her that Charity and I would be there as well, but though she was nervously licking herself throughout, she was also sexually exited from the scents she was emitting. Ruth also questioned her on her cycles as a last resort into trying to embarrass her into backing off. She has been in the pill for over fifteen years as per her habit of spreading herself around amongst the company's clients." Felix answered as the door opened on their shared floor.

"Mmm, I suppose we are stuck then. Good job I packed a few toys. Wonder how she will take to being doubly penetrated by a couple? I think it is a perfect opportunity to test drive the bath in the main suite, keep us all well lubricated so to speak," Jessica grinned evilly, "Felix, go and get Charity up and presentable, but also brief her. We will meet in the foyer in thirty minutes for the evening meal. I have a feeling that we will need our energies later." She turned and passed her entry card over the door, allowing it to swing open.

Felix paused, "Erm, I haven't got a card, Charity has ours."

"Oh. Well you will just have to ring the bell unless you want to slip downstairs again for a spare. She has only been in there for a couple of hours, so she shouldn't be too deeply asleep." Jessica said considering for a few seconds.

"I will go and fetch a spare; I don't want to wake her too rudely." The Abyssinian replied, turning back to the lift and calling it again as Ruth and Jessica stepped into their suite.

"Fancy taking the edge off me?" Jessica enquired, saucily grinning at Ruth as the door swung shut.

"Anytime my dear, anytime..." he replied, picking her up and launching her to sprawl on the couch in the lounge as she laughed, starting to strip herself of her flying gear while Ruth attacked her jeans with abandon.

****

Geraldine looked up from her invitation list, tapping her pen against her teeth in thought. "Mmm, who else can I invite? I want to make this party a good one as it is likely be the last one of the summer here," she sub-vocalized to herself. She picked up the bell rope and called for Lawrence.

The Lemur showed up after a few seconds, "Yes Ma'am?" he asked.

"Lawrence, take a look over this list and see if there is anyone I have forgotten please?" The vixen asked handing the sheet of paper over.

Lawrence glanced down the list of fifty or so names, trying to remember who had been invited before to the garden parties. There was only one name missing that he could see, "Ma'am, you have not put the Ruatha's on the list. You only asked me on Sunday to remind you to include them. Have you changed your mind after that afternoons upset?"

"No, no, I can't understand why I forgot about Jessica. I can't possibly back out on that invitation, and besides I want to find out all the juicy gossip on what happened when she got home!" Geraldine grinned at the thought while Lawrence sighed.

"Shall I add her and her mate then?" he asked.

"Good grief yes. I am not setting the date until a week on Saturday, so it should give plenty of time for them to clear a spot in their diaries. I would hazard a guess that we will get around half the invites rejected as usual, so around thirty of us should make the place come alive again for the afternoon. Give the caterers a call and pencil them in for me please, I will confirm numbers when the replies come back."

"Very well ma'am. Is there anything else you require at the moment?"

"Mmm, yes. Bring me my laptop please. I will see if I can mend some bridges should Jessica accept my invitation, but it may require a little research first to implement it." Geraldine replied, thinking how she would approach her idea.

"Very well ma'am, the master called to say he was delayed, so will not be returning until around eleven." Lawrence said turning to fetch the required machine, pausing as his employers curse sounded out.

"Damn, he promised me he would be in for the evening meal as well...Oh well; let's see what time I get done eh?" The vixen winked saucily at her occasional bed-mate.

"I shall endeavor to finish these invitations quickly myself then ma'am," Lawrence replied, bowing as he left her presence.

Geraldine settled down with her retrieved computer at the table in the solar. Tapping in a few quick commands, she quickly ascertained that Jessica had come from the main branch of the London Giles'. Reaching for the call bell again, she stopped and then walked to the private study herself, collecting one of the few remaining watermarked pieces of foolscap that Owen, her mate had left. She inked a quill carefully and began composing her personal letter.

~~~~

Dear Lord Giles and Lady Elizabeth,

I am writing to invite you to a garden party hosted by myself Geraldine, and my mate, Owen Knowles up here in Cheshire. I know we are a little out of your usual social territory, but I feel you may be interested in meeting a couple of my friends who should also be in attendance...Ruth and Jessica Ruatha.

Should you wish to be re-united with your daughter Jessica, whom I believe is estranged at present from your estates, could you please let me know if you intend to attend? The only thing I must insist upon is that no scene be created in public, and I extend the use of our hall should things not go well. I, of course, will notify you in advance if they decline my invitation this time, though they never have before.

The party will be held a week following this Saturday, the last weekend of summer.

Yours Geraldine Knowles,

Endon Hall, Cheshire.

~~~~

Placing the quill back in the old inkwell, Geraldine blew on the paper until it was dry, he neatly folded it into a crisp envelope before sealing and addressing it to Regents Manor in London. Smiling to herself, she placed the envelope on the hall table before going to find Lawrence, and the relief that her mate was denying her again. Mailing the invites could wait until tomorrow if necessary.

****

Elizabeth walked down the stairs quietly. As far as she knew Lance had not emerged from the dining room yet, so she didn't want to disturb him again, possibly provoking questions into why she was dressed down for the evening. She had selected a plain red cotton dress, figure hugging to allow the use of her wings. It was long sleeved and high necked, fastened around the collar with a single emerald pin. A simple belt held her matching red carry pouch around her waist securely. Slipping on a red wool flying coat, she tapped her personal code into the electronic safe-box by the front door, and when it buzzed, opened it removing her magnetic alarm-net pass.

She turned as she heard footsteps coming from the hall behind her, and Malaprop appeared dressed in black jeans and a black shirt. His collar was open, but the fabric melded perfectly with his scales. He looked like an ambulatory shadow against the polished wood of the staircase behind him. He flashed a smile, his teeth showing like tooth-picks against his visage, before entering the dining room again without saying a word to her.

Pressing the alarm pass against the recessed receiver that had been set in to the old oak frame under the manual entry aerial pad that only Lance and Malaprop had the code for. There was a buzz, and a light turned green indicating that the infra-red laser nets in the paths outside had been deactivated for five minutes, in order to allow time for someone to walk to the gate. Checking her pouch for her door key, she opened the door, and stepped out into the evening air. Walking quickly to the gate she pressed the card against the release again, and it swung open enough to let her out. The telltales went red again as it shut, indicating the net had come up again. She sighed, still thinking all the security, measures were over the top, but opened her wings allowing them to feel the last of the sun's rays, before flapping them a little and launching herself towards the centre of the park.

Luxuriating it the feeling of aerial freedom again, something she rarely had any more now that Lance kept declining invitations to the soiree's they used to attend together, she banked gently into a lazy loop above the treetops and then braked into a landing by the manors driveway lodge on the park's access road. She carefully adjusted her dress, making sure she was out of the line-of-sight of the CCTV cameras lenses.

~~~~

Malaprop smiled at Lady Elizabeth as she left, then slipped into the dining room where he knew Lance was still sitting brooding in the carver at the tables head. Owen had told him, as he emerged from dressing for the private meeting with Alan, that the dragon had not moved since he had delivered the brandy for him to nurse with his thoughts.

"Ahem," he said clearing his throat, "I am leaving now Sir. Lady Elizabeth has already departed. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?"

"No, I heard her activating the safe, so I know she has already gone. Leave me in peace for a while, but tell Owen to prepare my room for me. I will ring the bell when I am ready to retire for the evening."

"Very well Sir, I should be back no later than midnight. I will tell Owen to rest in my room until I return so he can hear if you want anything before then."

"Good...Though I am very tired after today. I won't wish you well with your evening's conquests, but I fear the next few days may be a little trying on us all, so try and relax a little." Lance replied looking up.

"I will do so Sir, thank-you." Malaprop bowed and left the room to its single occupant again.

Owen came out of the servants' quarters, "Is he finished with his brandy yet?" he asked Malaprop, nodding towards the dining room.

"No, he said to ask you to prepare his room for him. I made the bed up this morning, so just turn-back the sheets and use the lavender spray that is kept on the dressing table to freshen them up. I will be changing them tomorrow and getting Heather to run the laundry as they are getting a little dusty. He will ring for you when he is ready to retire. I suggest that you rest in my room until I return, as he has the habit of calling in the night on occasion. Heather may join you if you wish, I will not mind as the laundry is tomorrow," he grinned as Owen flushed.

"I thought..."

"That it was a secret...I may be older than you Owen, but I am not blind. I approve, and I am sure that Lady Elizabeth does as well. Master Lance need never know," Malaprop said interrupting him with a smile and reassurance. "Just make sure that you are able to answer his call promptly, or Heather, Lady Elizabeth's when she returns."

Owen nodded, smiling at the tacit permissions that were being granted, "What she sees in me, I have no idea. I would have thought that she would be more attracted to someone like you Sir."

"I have told you before; it is just Malaprop now we are down to just us three. As for Heather, well she probably feels more at home with someone of the same rank as her. I would never fit anyway," he grinned gesturing at his body size. Owen laughed. "This has become a pretty much 24hr job now the others have been let go. Hopefully things will improve soon though, so we may get more personal time to ourselves again."

"So do I. If they start wanting the place opened up again for visitors and parties, I think both Heather and I would resign unless we had more help."

"Mmm, I would hold that thought. The meeting on Friday that Master Lance is holding with his siblings should decide the future of his fortunes. Keep that to yourself though, and Heather if you wish. I will update you if and when I learn more. Now I must go, or I will miss my rendezvous."

"Someone sexy?" Owen asked grinning.

"Very..." Malaprop said walking towards the door with a grin, 'At least to any straight male,' he thought to himself as Elizabeth's image passed through his mind.

~~~~

Elizabeth checked her watch which was showing ten to eight, wondering where Malaprop was. He was late, but as he had been going in to see Lance, that wasn't entirely surprising. There was a heavy flapping of wings and a puff of dust as her missing escort for the evening landed a few feet away from her. "Is the pub far Malaprop?" she asked, indicating her watch.

"About five minutes flight away Ma'am," he replied.

"Good, I get the impression that Alan is a stickler for punctuality. Oh, and while not in Lance's company, please just call me Elizabeth. The title will turn heads in public, and I would rather stay anonymous."

"Very well Elizabeth, shall we depart?"

"Yes, you launch and I will follow. Keep your pace back though, I am a little rusty when it comes to flying," Elizabeth said unfurling her wings.

"Very well, I will keep you in my shadow," Malaprop stepped back a little and launched himself again in the late summer air, Elizabeth following a few seconds later. Two pieces of used newspaper were picked up by the dual downdrafts and were pressed flat against the wrought iron gates of the manor, the only witnesses to their departure.

****

"We had better get dressed for the evening meal love," Ruth said as he looked up from between Jessica's thighs.

"Mmm, we could skip it you know..." Jessica said tilting her head forward from where his was resting on the couches arm.

"I can still taste the crap they served up in the office canteen love, I need something to fill my stomach and override the aftertastes."

"And what you have just drunk of me will not do the job?" she asked smiling with a mock pout.

"Though your nectar is of the sweetest sort, I feel that something a little more sustaining may be needed for later," Ruth replied standing, holding out a hand to lift her up.

Jessica's stomach rumbled then and they grinned at each other. "Well I suppose I am eating for four now. It seems my body is telling me that it requires more than it used to." She grabbed his offered hand and stood in a single smooth movement, "Besides, if Felix has managed to wake Charity, they will be waiting for us."

"Ah ha..." Ruth replied leading her into the bedroom.

"What are you going to wear then? Something easy to slip out of...or something you don't mind getting wet?" Jessica asked, grabbing a towel from the en-suite and daintily wiping away the fluids off her scales that Ruth had failed to catch, before fetching a fresh thong from her suitcase.

"Mmm, well I can't dress casually; the restaurant would frown upon it. I will put those black suit trousers on that are getting a little tight for comfort, and a white cotton shirt. Should classify as smart enough for the dress code I think," Ruth said slipping out of his summer suit. He had controlled his urges while taking care of Jessica's needs, so it was only her clothes that were scattered haphazardly around the public area of the suite.

Jessica grinned at him, "I will wear the lemon yellow chiffon shirt I bought in China town last year. It should become nicely see through when it gets damp. I think the green bell bottoms will go with it, and not be too over the top. I was planning on wearing them if we had chance to go clubbing while down here, but as Charity usurped that plan last night I might as well use them this evening..." She paused for a second, "Ruth darling, I know we were only going to swing with couples, but as it appears that you contracts manager is not going to hold her end of the deal tonight, do you mind if I invite another male...especially as I doubt that Felix will be up for a second round with me yet." She batted her eyelids at him as she pulled the flimsy silk garment over her shoulders.

"Who did you have in mind?" Ruth asked, grinning.

"Well I seem to have an attraction to bell-hops recently...The wolfhound youth has been more than helpful in service so far, and if he is available, maybe something other than a financial reward may be deserved..." she slipped her seventies effect trousers up over her hips sensuously, tying a neat knot in the belt. Her midriff was exposed for all to see, just the hint of where her stomach scales started to draw together above her mound visible.

"Am I not big enough for you anymore? You will suggest raiding the local stallion club soon," Ruth mock pouted, teasing her.

Oozing up to him in a single supple movement, she kissed his nose-horn while running her tongue around his lips, "I think you are longer than him Ruth, though you lack his knot. Trust me on my judgment of males dear. I can take no-one longer than you at the moment anyway now that I am pregnant. My invitation to the officer who helped us out on Sunday will have to be postponed until after I have laid our children for now. You my dear are a perfect fit in every way, but I need something a little larger than Felix if I am going to have to watch you give a satisfactory service to this Jane, and she is unwilling to return the favour of borrowing you." She pulled back a little, running a talon up the inside of his thigh, nipping at the fold hidden beneath his fabric.

"Then who am I to deny you then my Jess...or should I start calling you sugarpuff?"

She took a swipe at him playfully, "You start calling me by my hatchling name, and I will assume you share my uncle's sexuality and withhold my body from you!"

Ruth laughed, sweeping her up in to a hug across his chest, carrying her out into the lounge again. A persistent knocking was heard from the suites door, and glancing at the clock he realized they were late in meeting the two cats. Placing her gently on her feet he quickly answered the door, letting them in. "Sorry, we got a little carried away. We are ready now." Jessica called as she quickly picked up all her clothes.

"Looks like it!" A slightly sleep disheveled Charity commented with a grin, only to be rewarded by Jessica's cotton shirt landing on her head.

Felix laughed as Charity ruefully removed the shirt and threw at back at Jessica in a ball. "Felix informed me that we are expecting another guest for this evening's entertainment," the Persian commented with a smile.

"Ahem, that may be two now," Ruth replied sheepishly, "Jessica and I negotiated a compromise due to Jane's outright refusal to trade favours with her."

"It all depends on if he accepts my proposal of course," Jessica butted in.

"Who are we talking about?" Felix asked puzzled.

"Oh the bell-hop who has been so helpful with our stay here..." Ruth replied as they headed out the door.

"The young wolfhound?" Charity asked, "Isn't he underage?"

"Yup, and I don't think so," Jessica replied as the door swung shut behind them and they called the lift, "I felt he required more than a financial reward, and as Ruth is going to be demonstrating my training on Jane tonight, I felt that rather than upset her, I would provide my own entertainment...unless of course you feel up to it again Felix."

"No, much as I would love to Jessica, I know it would be beyond this old body to satisfy you tonight," The Abyssinian replied with a sigh as the lift doors opened in front of them.

"The bigger question Felix and Charity, is do you still want to be with us to watch? Felix knows that I made sure Jane knows that there would be an audience, but if you feel uncomfortable now there is another stranger going to be there, you can retire to your suite if you wish." Jessica said as the lift started its descent.

Felix glanced at his mate, who shook her head slightly, and unspoken agreement passing between them in their shared body language, "I think that I would like to see the presumptuous tart taught a lesson Ruth, and Charity is agreeable. Besides, it will give me some ammunition to use should I ever have to bribe Jane into passing favours on to our office before I retire," he grinned evilly, and the other three laughed.

The lift opened out onto the lobby, and they stepped out, Jessica scanning the area for the familiar lanky figure she was seeking. He was talking in his booth to the polecat valet as the front turning circle was currently empty of vehicles. "Charity, you and Felix go and get settled. Ruth and I will go and see if my proposition is viable," Jessica gestured towards the booth.

The cats both nodded, and headed to the restaurant with grins on their faces. "Do you want me with you?" Ruth asked her.

"Yes, it would look odd if I made my proposition without you, as he knows we are a mated couple of over ten years," Jessica replied as they walked towards the talking colleagues.

"Very well, I will just nod in agreement then unless he asks a direct question. I am still entirely comfortable with the idea of negotiating for the services of a stranger, especially when it involves you my love. I just wish that bitch at the office had backed off when I tried to deflect her advances."

"You love, are just too attractive for your own good. As you have found out on the last week or so, you can have any female you wish, in much the same way that I can still attract any male. As long as we ensure that neither of us neglects the other for the sake of others, we will never have any problems in our relationship. Ask Amy when you next see her; I never had intercourse with Stefan at any point as you were not there. I considered your lack of variety neglect on my behalf, as I have still had plenty with my female clients, but then I am Bi. Should you suddenly decide to start marketing male relief products, I am pretty sure that we could have a tight relationship like Charity and Felix. However, both you and I know that won't happen!" She grinned at him, and accepted his reassuring kiss as they came to a halt in front of the booth.

She turned to the two colleagues who had paused in their conversation to look up in expectation at the two dragons, expecting an instruction regarding the following morning or later. "Can we help you Mr. and Mrs. Ruatha?" the wolfhound asked.

"Quite possibly young man. What is your name by the way?"

"Paul, Mrs. Ruatha," the wolfhound replied.

"How old are you Paul?" Jessica asked smiling.

"Erm, I am eighteen Ma'am, why do you ask?" Paul looked a little puzzled, glancing at his older polecat colleague who was just starting to smile a little, having seen this type of thing before.

"What time does your shift finish here?" Jessica asked, winking at the polecat whose smile grew a little more.

"I clock off at seven thirty Mrs. Ruatha, I work a ten hour shift through from eight thirty in the morning with breaks."

"That's perfect; do you have any plans for the evening?" Jessica continued in her questioning smiling.

"Only a take-away with my mother..."

"Does she expect you home every evening, or do you like to go out on the town occasionally?" Jessica interrupted him.

"As long as I ring her, she doesn't mind if go out on a Friday or Saturday...Why?"

"Well, my mate and I are expecting a female guest later this evening who is coming alone. We have an open relationship and I am proposing that you might like to fill in the gap that our group would have. You strike me as being a very intelligent young man."

"Oh, so you would like me to join you on a night out as this single ladies escort?" Paul replied looking a little puzzled.

"More of a night in so to speak, if you are allowed," Jessica said grinning, "Oh and you would be my escort so to speak as the lady in question is coming to see my mate."

Paul stared open mouthed at Jessica, as Ruth nodded smiling reassuringly. The wolfhound turned to his colleague who laughed at the expression that was written all over the young dogs face. "Go ahead and accept. The spa males sometimes object to competition, but as I assume no money will be exchanged, the management will not disapprove. I have been invited a few times in the last few years myself, those usually by single ladies, not a couple. Go and enjoy yourself if you want, then tell me all about it in tomorrow's break!" The polecat replied to the unvocalized query.

Ruth and Jessica laughed at the polecat's frankness. Paul turned back to face the laughing dragons. "I...I would be pleased to accept your offer then," he stuttered.

"Good. We are going to eat now with the Yucsum's. They are also going to be present in the room, but in a non-participatory context. I am sure your chamber staff may have gossiped about the Silver suites vacant use of the bedroom last night, and the state of ours. They are a little old for a second night of entertainment, but have opted to join us anyway."

"Our guest should be arriving about eight in the bar. She is a middle aged doe who works for the company I am employed by," Ruth continued. "I suggest though that you wait somewhere for us to signal to you when we are ready to retire to our suite. It may put her off if she discovers that we have arranged to fill the gap left by her refusal to bring along a partner for Jessica." The wolfhound nodded a response.

"Do you have time to get home and change?" Jessica asked after a few seconds of silence from Paul who was still gob smacked.

"Erm yes, Why?" Paul asked.

"Go and change in to something you don't mind getting wet, but bring your uniform back in a bag, as I doubt you will be home before your shift starts in the morning. It would be such a waste to not use the bathroom in the suite you see." Jessica replied, bending forward and kissing the flustered youth on his nose. "One other thing by the way...is this your first time?"

Paul flushed bright red, "No Mrs. Ruatha, I did mention that I went clubbing. I have managed to get lucky before today," he answered.

"That's good then. Oh you will not need protection as I am pregnant, and I expect you to tie me," she ran a talon up the front of his by now tented trousers. She then turned and walked towards the dining room without another word, with Ruth grinning over his shoulder at Paul.

"You lucky bastard," the polecat said after a few seconds, and slapped Paul on the ass.

A cab pulled up in the turning circle then, and they both sprung to their duties before the wolfhound had a chance to reply...

****

"I thought you said this pub wasn't too bad," Elizabeth said after coming into land behind Malaprop. The pub she was looking at had scuffed barge boards with peeling paint. It was located in a back street of Chelsea, but did an admirable job of looking disheveled amongst its more sheik neighbours.

"It is not Elizabeth. It may look rough from the outside, but its patrons keep it trouble free. I have drunk here myself on occasions when I am not looking for more intimate company. My sexuality is still frowned upon by the armed services despite the anti-discrimination laws," Malaprop replied, walking towards the open front door.

"Why would you come here?" the dragoness asked.

"An army is an army, the world over. I kept my ID's and medals from my Mexican service. There are certain things that only old soldiers can understand ma'am. The UK vets that drink here in the main took me in as one of their own after I established my credentials. We compare tales of the different rules and regs we served under, a few old missions, a few lost friends. We share a common viewpoint, and that's what makes me welcome amongst them."

"I'm sorry...I forgot your history for a moment," Elizabeth said quietly as Malaprop swung the inner door open, letting a quiet sound track of eighties pop music escape onto the pavement. She stepped through the door, glancing around at the bar.

A couple of grizzled old wolves sat at the end of the polished oak bar, deep in conversation, the pint glasses near their hands half drained of what looked like a strong beer. Old, faux leather benches and sofas lined the walls and window bays, some empty, others occupied with the most unusual mix of people she had ever seen in one place. A one legged cat was gesticulating wildly at a much younger stag who was missing one arm and was wearing an eye patch. A group of red coated Chelsea pensioners shared a table near the unlit fireplace. A couple of scarred bitches, one missing one and a half ears, the other her tail, were talking in an animated fashion to a male bear who seemed to have lost most of the fur on his head, pink puckered skin clearly extending below his collar line. A huge crutch leaned against the end of the sofa he was sunk into, so his injuries were obviously more than just cosmetic.

There was obviously a few patrons present that the injuries were not just physical in nature. A meercat sat alone nursing a half pint glass in the corner, the seven other empty ones on the table next to him telling the story for those that knew how to read it. A fox was talking quietly to a fixed point around two feet in front of his nose, a full glass of beer sat on the table opposite him. While sipping occasionally at his own, he listened to nonexistent answers from his absent friend.

She couldn't help but stare, but then broke her gaze when Malaprop placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "Some of us like to shut out reality Elizabeth. As long as they don't pose a threat to society, the army hospitals just shunt them out in to the pool again, and just hope they manage to stay afloat. The Americans at least look after their wounded and retired, it is the one overriding thing I think the British have wrong," he said quietly steering her into the lounge to the rear of the pub.

As expected, Alan was waiting for him in a booth, but he stood immediately when he realized that Malaprop hadn't come alone. "Elizabeth dear...What have you come here for? If I had realized you intended on coming to this meeting with Malaprop, I would have set it elsewhere. How did you get away from Lance?" he questioned, rapidly pulling out one of the overstuffed chairs from the table for her.

Elizabeth greeted the old silver dragon with a hug before sitting in the proffered chair. The black scars that trailed in straight lines across his visible scales were showing worse now with age. "Don't worry Alan, I insisted, and Malaprop warned me about the pub not being upmarket. I felt that I needed to hear what you know about the Ruatha's myself, so I tagged along. Why is nothing being done about some of the people in there?" she gestured towards the front bar with her hand.

"Something is Beth, we help ourselves. When James, the meercat, gets drunk enough to talk, someone will go over and engage him in conversation. Malcolm, the fox, lost his entire unit to an IED in Iraq. He was the only survivor, but his mind was addled, and he is almost totally deaf. He won't talk to anyone except himself, but it doesn't stop us listening and offering him a shoulder when the booze breaks down his mental walls." Alan said sipping at a part drunk pint of Guinness. "I don't own this place, but some of my money goes into paying the rent so it can stay trading. Gives us somewhere to gather together without getting mixed up with yobs that think they know what it's like."

Elizabeth nodded not quite understanding, but agreeing politely. "What would you like to drink Elizabeth?" Malaprop asked.

"I don't suppose they have white wine or a nice Shiraz do they?" she asked smiling.

"I am afraid that most soldiers don't drink wine Beth, nor do they bring their dates along to here," Alan answered in turn.

"Well see if they have a Weihenstephaner in the fridge. I'm imaging you get a few German soldiers in here, and they wouldn't drink English ales. I used to have a pint or two before Lance claimed me."

Alan raised an eye-ridge in surprise at her choice, "Malaprop?" he asked.

"Straight Tequila on ice please, the last few days have been rather trying," the black dragon replied sitting on the chair next to Elizabeth, turning the round over to Alan as he had proffered it.

Alan nodded and headed to the bar, returning a few minutes later with a fresh pint for himself, and a very frothy pint of beer for Elizabeth. Placing them on the table, he returned to the bar and retrieved Malaprop's spirit glass. Elizabeth sipped at her glass, lips parting in a smile as the smooth beer poured down her throat. Pulling away from the glass, she wiped the froth off her upper lip then sucked it off her fingers as she placed it back on the table. "Mmm, must be over thirty years since I have had a glass of that. Lance hates the stuff, so to avoid trouble I haven't had any since coming over here. It tends to hang on your breath a little."

The two male dragons smiled at her obvious pleasure, sitting back into their seats while nursing their own glasses.

After a few moments, when Elizabeth had drained her glass below halfway, Alan spoke up, "What do you want to know about the Ruatha's? And more importantly why?"

Malaprop looked at Beth, who nodded her assent to lead the conversation. "You know that around six months ago I sent you a letter on behalf of Lance saying that he and Beth wanted to re-establish contact with Jessica as soon as was reasonably possible?"

"Yes, I told the kids so they could keep an eye out as requested, but I have heard nothing," Alan replied as he drained his old pint.

"Do you know why?"

"I assume it is something to do with the fact that James has failed to produce eggs with his mate. My guess is that he is infertile because he was late born," Alan glanced at Elizabeth, who nodded.

"Lance wants Jessica back as heir, but without her mate as he is not of colour, which caused the rift in the first place," she answered quietly.

"Can you remember what colour Jessica's mate was?" Malaprop asked Alan when she had paused.

"Mmm, been so long, but as I recall, he was white wasn't he?" Alan halted then, a funny look crossing his face, "Maurice and Aisling's kid? Oh it couldn't be that much of a coincidence could it?" he asked.

"Jools turned up at the house yesterday evening with the news that a white dragon had turned up at his restaurant amongst a party of businessmen, including the primary shareholders of Overland Express. The main shareholder of that business is a family member-"

"Arthur...one of Gertrude's offspring owns shares there," Alan interrupted, "Sorry please go on."

Malaprop smiled, "Arthur approached Jools as they settled up and revealed that the white dragon was called Ruth Ruatha, and that he was mated ten years to a dragoness called Jessica who was now carrying his eggs. After a rather volatile conversation with Lance and Beth, during which Jools let slip his relationship with Adam as well, Lance instructed him to find out if this Ruth and Jessica were one and the same as he was seeking. Though he doesn't know it yet, Jools established contact with Jessica again this morning, and her mate." Malaprop drained his shot glass and placed it on the table.

"Then why the schism? Ruth is of a better lineage than the Giles' themselves." Alan said after a few seconds. "You want another drink Malaprop?" he asked.

"When Beth has finished Alan," he replied.

"Alan, Lance only looked at the scale colour when Jess presented him to us years ago. When Ruth was cross examined by Lance, he knew nothing of his parents, his family, or his history. All he knew was that he had been raised by his Aunt and her family." Elizabeth said after waiting her turn, then drained her glass.

"Mmm, that would have been Geraldine and the Troutham's. She was a bloody stupid bitch of a dragoness if ever there was one, mustn't have told him anything about his past. Cut all contact with those that knew the Ruatha's, including myself after her brother's death in an self-centered effort to try and protect the child Ruth, and her own interests I suppose. The Irish bigots on Aisling's Caradine side didn't want anything to with young Ruth when they found out he had already been christened as a protestant. They disowned her when she fell for, and mated with Maurice as she was nursing him back from his career destroying injuries, as he was not a Catholic." Alan said, and stood heading for the bar again, returning a few minutes later with the same round without asking.

"Can we back up a little Alan?" Elizabeth asked as she skimmed the top off her new beer.

"Mmm, sorry yes. Still a bit of a sore point Beth. What did you want to know?" Alan said retaking his seat.

"How did you actually know them?" she continued.

"Maurice was one of my wing-mates when we were serving in the 1st aerial reconnaissance brigade in Northern Ireland. I was his C.O...Sorry, commanding officer in our unit. I was only a couple of years older than the lads...and girl, so unless any of them ballsed up, I treated them all as friends," he paused sipping at his Guinness again, staring into the middle distance for a minute. "We were flying a standard pattern patrol over 'Derry one afternoon in late 74. Hannah, the hawk who was flying point spotted some odd activity up ahead on the ground, so we dropped altitude to take a closer look," he sipped at his pint again, moisture showing in his eye.

"There was a shrapnel bomb planted in one of the chimneys. Blast turned Hannah into a bloody sieve before my eyes, snapped the wings of the two kite twins who were flying in formation behind her, but they were still alive when they hit the road below. The bastards shot them point blank as they lay there helpless. I tried to gain altitude along with Maurice while I was shouting into the radio. A second pipe bomb detonated in the chimney stack in front of us. A lump of pottery smashed Maurice's wing shoulder irreparably, and he lost most of his left kneecap as well. The shrapnel gave me most of the scars you see on me now, but I was able to land where he had crashed into the rooftop the second bomb had originated from. I secured him to the tiles, then knocked him clean out with my pistol to stop him rolling off in the agony he was in. Bastards were trying to shoot us from the ground, but the roof-pitch was wrong.

"I'll give HQ their due; it took less than five minutes before the `copter arrived with air support, and a few minutes after that the Land-rover's arrived on the ground. It was too late for Hannah and the twins, but after a brief firefight which killed seven of theirs, the Medevac team lifted Maurice and I straight from the roof to the nearest base. I was back on patrol within a couple of months after a rest, but Maurice was a mess. Aisling was one of the nurses on duty that helped care for him, and the rest as they say is history. It was seven months before he could walk again, but she was carrying his egg two months before that," he grinned at that memory taking another sip.

"I was best man at their mating ceremony. The Caradine's went ballistic when they found out she had not only had sex outside of marriage, but with one of 'the enemy!' Disowned her on the spot. The army discharged him on a full pension when they realized he would never fly again, or walk unaided. So he enrolled in the diplomatic services, using his family name and some help from Michael at Whitehall when I alerted him to his predicament." Alan refocused upon his audience, coming out of his recollection for a moment. "I assume you know about little Brianna?"

"Something came up about a scale condition that resulted in her death soon after hatching," Malaprop answered, as Elizabeth was crying quietly.

"Yes, they had the single egg scanned as was procedural when Aisling laid her. Something showed up as unusual, so she was transported to Ormand Street a few days before she was due to hatch. She survived thirty-six hours. Nearly destroyed Aisling and Maurice, but they rode out their grief and I think it made their mate-ship stronger.

"Once Aisling had recovered from the shock, she joined forces with Maurice, quitting her nursing career and they started getting heavily involved in the peace process; standing together as a united front against prejudice, and they worked their ways right up the diplomatic tree in Ireland. They were often to be found in Whitehall, The Palace with the royals, and of course Stormont when they were allowed in. They concentrated on the people though, not the politicians over there. Most of them were members of the IRA themselves, masquerading as elected representatives...still are today in many ways.

"I don't know why it took such a long time, and I was never one to pry personally, but the news that Aisling was pregnant again in late `78 was welcomed by all who knew them. Mountbatten himself turned up at the hotel they were staying at in Belfast at a great personal risk, to give them the Royal's good luck gift. He of course was killed only a few months after Ruth's hatching. I was at his funeral as well, alongside Maurice and Aisling. Ruth at least hatched healthily, though again with an odd scale condition that meant he was white all over, though not an Albino as his eyes are a deep blue, not red from what I can remember.

"Though he was shuttled between various state functions and rallies, he had a normal few months of adoration and attention from his parents, despite the necessary need for an employed nanny. Can't have a squalling hatchling in the state dining rooms and all that!" Alan smiled at the thought for second, "He quite often shared the stage in his cot-cage as further proof of unity between the nations. He had a cold the day that his parents left him in the hotel for the last time...only thing that saved him, as intelligence after the bomb exploded revealed that it was aimed at taking all three of them out," he reflected. "You want another drink, my throat is dry?"

Elizabeth and Malaprop both nodded, and Alan rose to fetch another round in without question, using it as an excuse to gather his feelings together again.

"The funeral, as you can gather from the press article that revealed my name as one of the more minor attendees was one of the most tightly controlled security operations ever mounted. They had left instructions in their joint Will's that they were to be buried on Irish soil in Belfast's protestant Cemetery, as a further stamp on the country they both stood for. Ruth, after a brief skirmish in the courts over the estate was shipped off with the Troutham's as guardians, and I lost track of him completely. Had forgotten about him to be honest until this afternoon when your letter arrived. The Argies were getting itchy, and by that time I was a major in the reconnaissance corp. I served through the Falklands, and then resigned to take a position on the shareholders board of B.A.E when Mum and Dad were killed in their untimely fashion, and my inheritance came through. Tried to, and still am for that matter trying to steer their sales towards only the Western nations, but I am but a tiny cog in the machine." He drained his glass again looking up. "That is all I know really."

Elizabeth wiped her face again with her handkerchief, "Thank-you Alan. Would you be willing to tell Lance that if he doesn't believe the printed materials we were able to glean from the Internet?"

"Why sure, you still think Lance is going to be unreasonable?"

"Last night Lance was talking about murdering Jessica's mate, and disposing of the eggs when she laid them, so she could be mated with a suitable young scut from a true bloodline," Beth said seriously as a look of horror dawned on Alan's face.

"And you had reason to believe he would?" he asked.

"Some of the rumours you may have heard about my services in the past for Lord Giles are true, though I have never harmed a member of the family, nor would I. I made that quite apparent to Beth and Jools. I love Jessica as my own as well, so you need not worry about the empty threat." Malaprop stated, seeming to disappear into the shadows of the lounge while he was speaking.

Alan nodded, having come across people like the black dragon before him many times in the past while in the Army...usually on the other side though. "What gave you the idea of looking into Ruth's past now you had his name?" He replied quietly.

"Malaprop revealed to me this morning that he is also a sport of two true colour parents. He considered that it was possible that Ruth was too. A couple of hours of searching, and he came up with what was known of his origins, and your name. Hence our contact with you this evening." Elizabeth said, standing and heading to the bar before Alan could stop her.

Malaprop nodded when he turned towards him, "That was a good thought, but one that may be ten years too late. We will have to see what Lancelot says about it when presented with the evidence. I suggest that you give it to him on Thursday evening, and I will stand up and bring it into the open on Friday." He nodded a thank-you as Beth delivered her round to the table, "I gather from the letter that Friday will not be a happy affair?"

"I can't tell you anymore than you already know, as Lance will treat it as a betrayal. Only that I will confirm that things are probably worse than you and your siblings think they are, and that I would expect Friday to be very difficult. All I ask of you is that you don't help Lance and me, even at the cost of the remaining properties, unless he agrees to try to build bridges with Jessica and our forthcoming grandchildren." Elizabeth replied starting her new pint.

"Mmm, I will consult with Jools and the others then before we arrive. Gertrude will just have to wing it with our guidance as she is unlikely to be able to meet us in person before the actual meeting."

They talked about general trivialities then until the bar-keep struck the brass bell signaling final orders. As they left the lounge, Beth observed that true to Alan's words, the tailless bitch was sitting on the sofa next to James, him leaning into her shoulder taking a little comfort while her partner from earlier was ensconced in the bears lap, kissing him deeply. The two wolf veterans from the bar were now sitting opposite Malcolm, who was seemingly actually trying to talk to them, not himself while they responded to his meaningless words. The flat pint from earlier remained untouched though in front of them.

The evening was cooler now, the first hint of autumn carrying on the breeze, and she drew her jacket closer to her body before bidding farewell alongside Malaprop to Alan, and then turned launching herself in to the young night's sky. "Lead me home Malaprop, I don't care if we arrive back together now," she said over her shoulder as the black shadow joined her at a flying altitude.

He nodded once, and then with a few strong strokes, took his position at point, flying north-east towards the manor and their beds in silent thought.

****

The meal went smoothly, except when Felix realized exactly what Charity had ordered wine wise the previous night. That nearly brought on a heart attack when he pictured Overland's response upon receiving the bill. He would have to have a word with the accounts department, and pay a subsidy to avoid getting reprimanded! He carefully steered them away from the more expensive choices for this evenings drinks.

They finished desserts and coffee, then upon mutual agreement headed towards the bar as it was just gone eight. Paul was sitting by the entrance sipping at what appeared to be a Doke, dressed in an open collared button up T shirt with a fashion logo stitched on the pocket which Jessica didn't recognize. He was in black cotton, school-boy style trousers that matched the shirt, and bare feet. She winked at him as they passed, then approached the bars lounge area where Ruth was heading as he had spotted Jane relaxing with a fancy cocktail on one of the sofa's.

"Good evening Jane," Ruth greeted her as she stood with a kiss for him, "This is Jessica and Charity, and you already know Felix of course," he introduced the two ladies that he assumed she had not met before.

"Good evening," she returned. "I hope you don't hold it against me for my presumption of your mates services tonight," she directed at Jessica. The doe was wearing a strapless silver evening gown that hugged her ample breasts tightly, dipping in the middle to expose her deep cleavage. The colour contrasted perfectly to offset her perfectly groomed, tawny coloured fur. The dress ended just above her knees, revealing that she had chosen to wear matching silver dance slippers to cover her hooves. Six matching diamond studs were neatly pierced into her ears, three on each side, and she had somehow stuck three more down the black stripe on long and elegant snout.

"Oh it's not such a problem Jane," Jessica replied as she took a seat on the sofa opposite while Ruth took the space next to Jane, "Ruth and Felix warned me that you were unlikely to bring a partner for me to share in the earlier part of the evening, so with his consent I arranged my own." She held her hand up and beckoned towards the door where Paul was seated before continuing. "I have also set the theme for the evening. I suggest that unless you want that delightful dress ruined, you remove it before we begin as we are going to making use of the full length bath in the suite."

Paul arrived then and Jessica patted the seat next to where she was sitting, and he sat rather nervously next to his partner for the evening. "Hello," he ventured, proffering his hand to Jane.

She took it, a neutral expression on her face as they shook. Turning to Ruth she raised an eyebrow, "I thought I mentioned that I wasn't comfortable with an audience?" she said quietly.

"You did Jane, but I also told you that Jessica wouldn't just sit back and watch. You expressed concern that she would try and join with us as you were completely straight, so the best solution was that a suitable male be provided for her as Felix is too tired." Ruth replied, equally as quietly to avoid any of the other patrons in the bar overhearing the conversation. "You can still say no and withdraw. I will not let Paul down now though as I have no issues with him being a second male alongside me in entertaining her if you do."

Paul blushed, realizing that he could end up being part of a threesome involving only one female. Jessica ran a hand up his thigh in reassurance, tweaking the fabric on his crotch while they awaited Jane's decision, effectively distracting him.

Jane sipped at her cocktail again, her tongue subconsciously starting her nervous flicking while she was mulling her options over. "I have nothing else to do tonight, and I am hardly dressed for a club. If nothing else the experience should be unique Mr. and Mrs. Ruatha. I agree." She leant over and used her nervous tongue to lick at the scales on Ruth's lips.

"Well that's settled then. Now do we all want another drink before we go up?" Jessica asked smiling.

Jane drained her cocktail glass, "I am fine, thank you," she replied, "I will have one though if our youngest member of the group wants a top up." She gestured towards Paul who was still cradling his half empty glass.

"I...I'm fine," he stuttered, getting more nervous by the second. He hadn't lied when he told Jessica earlier that it would not be his first experience...but it would only be his forth, and certainly the first time tying fully and without protection. Being stuck in the middle of a group of people who were obviously a lot more experienced than him was starting to give him second thoughts! He drained his glass placing it on the table while shuffling in his seat a little.

Jessica leaned across and kissed him just below his long ears, "I don't bite unless you want me to," she whispered, moving her lips down to take his now open mouth into a French kiss. "Mmm, there was more than Doke in that glass, wasn't there," she muttered around his tongue, sampling the traces of rum that were hanging around on his canine breath.

He nodded; folding his much flatter tongue around Jessica's longer forked one, teasing it gently by creating a living pocket for her to do what she wished with. She started to plunge hers in and out like she was simulating sex with her appendage acting as the phallus. He was fairly sure that if they didn't escape to the room soon, he would lose control and embarrass himself in the bar! He broke the kiss, and she looked down at the ridge that was now showing under his shirt, up past his navel. She sniffed grinning as the smell of teenage masculinity permeated the air around them. "Then let us go up then," she said, patting Paul on his thigh.

Jane's eyes had followed Jessica's down Paul's body and the elongated ridge under his clothes gave her a glimmer of a naughty idea. She had been in the bar since seven fifteen, and the cocktail she had just finished was her third, the alcohol muting her inhibitions slightly. Ruth stood then, breaking her chain of thought and offered his hand to her in order for her to stand. Felix and Charity had both remained silent while sitting in the third sofa during the two dragons teasing. She glanced at them, and they grinned back, Felix winking as if to say he'd told her so.

Standing smoothly, causing Paul to scramble to his feet in order to offer the same service to Jessica, they awaited the much slower grumblings of the older cats as they rose. They headed for the lifts together, ignoring the odd stare from the other patrons at the grouping. The bar tender followed Paul with his eyes, making a mental note to himself to grab all the gossip off the wolfhound the following day.

Crowded together in the lift, Jane was pressed against Jessica and she reached up with her neck and whispered something into her ear, causing the dragoness to grin widely and nod. Ruth didn't catch the words, but he had a feeling he could guess what they were. That was confirmed when Jessica spoke up, "Dear, can you go and get the bath filling when we arrive the suite please. Make it around thirty five degrees so we don't cook our guests," she grinned, as both Felix and Charity laughed at that, having experienced the preferred water temperature of the shower that morning.

The lift doors opened, and Jessica quickly passed the entry card across the reader in the door, and they all filed into the lounge area of the suite. Ruth slipped out of his shirt, laying it gently on one of the sofas, the suites up-lighters playing shadows across his well-defined chest and stomach muscles, and then headed to the bathroom with Jane's eyes following him.

Jessica laid her pouch on the chaise, and then looked up at Jane with a wink, "As Ruth's guest arrived wearing something unsuitable for water play I suggest that we all leave our clothes in here so she is not left out." She proceeded to remove her chiffon top, revealing her lack of undergarments, then with a neat twist of her talons, released the catch above her tail, letting her trousers drop to the floor. She walked naked up to the gob smacked Paul and kissed him, before turning and playing her tail sensuously across his chest and taking a seat on the chaise with her clothes.

Jane grinned, and reached over her shoulders and released her neck clasp, allowing the gown she was wearing to puddle around her feet before stepping out of it. She was wearing no bra or panties either, and she did a little spin in front of Paul, before flicking her tail tuft across his trousers. Jessica giggled as the doe's back was revealed. Carefully shaved and dyed creamily into her tawny back and flank fur, she had replicated her fawn-hood spots and patches. A few artistically dyed black stripes created a tribal pattern that led down across her tail, splitting to merge with her cream belly fur just above her mound. She had continued the tribal theme on her front, the shaved and dyed black spirals encircling her breasts, twisting inwards to centre on her nipples. They were neatly pierced and threaded with a gold serpent, a look of mischief on the snakes cast face.

"Come on Paul, let's see what Jessica's 'super stand in' has to offer," she teased, taking a seat next to the dragoness.

Paul swallowed hard, and then lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his lanky torso of tangled grey hairs to the room for the first time. There was some muscle present, but not a huge amount. Typical of most teens, his height had developed first, but his muscle structure was yet to be defined. What was more than obvious was the four inches of pale pink shaft and glistening glans that was now showing above his straining waistband, the pre sticking to his navel hair and causing a mat. He reached behind himself and undid his tail button, allowing his trousers to drop to the floor, and revealing the plain white boxers which were all that were preventing his excited shaft from escaping completely. A second twist with his nails, and they fell free as well.

Jessica and Jane looked at each other, Jane's tongue flicking, while Jessica ran hers around her maw. "Let's say we relieve someone of their eagerness Jessica," Jane suggested, "Or you will never see your satisfaction this evening."

Jessica nodded and stood smoothly, Jane following as they approached the wolfhound who was by now panting heavily. Felix and Charity had taken a seat together opposite, still clothed for the present time. Ruth stuck his head out of the bathroom and grinned, knowing what was about to happen.

As one, the two females knelt on either side Paul, each picking up and weighing one of the two substantial silvery balls that were swinging free between his legs. They both sniffed hard at the maleness that was oozing from his crotch glands, and then each ran their tongue from his sheath up to his glans in unison, never touching each other by unspoken agreement, but sharing the eleven inches of meat between them like a warm, throbbing Popsicle.

Paul shuddered; he was struggling to keep control, scared that if he released his seed, he would not be able to tie to the dragoness later. The fact that Mr. Ruatha's sexy guest had joined in the tease was too much for him, and his knot began to swell in volume.

"Do you want his seed?" Jessica asked through parted lips, tongue still gently working at Paul's shaft.

"He is your partner for the evening," Jane replied, starting a rapid tongue flick just above Paul's balls, forcing his knot to come free of his sheath.

"Ruth will not let you bring him off orally unless he wants to you know, so this may be your only chance for fresh cream this evening," Jessica replied back, taking both of Paul's orbs into her mouth and sucking gently.

Jane nodded, then raising herself a little higher on her knees, she sucked the wolfhounds pre-soaked glans into her mouth, pulling down to bend his shaft against his Bacula, causing him to shift uncomfortably as it pressed against his inner tracts, "Ah, ladies I can't hold much longer," he whimpered while still trying to hold off.

"You are doing very well for someone as young as you," Jessica replied releasing his balls from her mouth for a second. She could feel them tightening by the second. She winked at Jane, who nodded taking a deep breath while winking back as she swallowed Paul's shaft whole, the bulging girth clearly showing through her slender neck as she lisped with her lower lip until Jessica fed his balls into the doe's waiting maw.

It was too much for Paul. His knot pulsed once, forcing itself into squeezing his orbs against the floor of Jane's mouth. Jessica had been watching for the trigger, and standing quickly took him into another French kiss as he emptied his fertile load of puppy-makers directly into the deer's stomach, howling down the dragoness' throat in total ecstasy.

After the first huge pumps of cream, Jane released the pressure she was exerting on the wolfhound's knot by opening her mouth, the dogs feral instincts shutting down the stream of cum to prevent wastage, thinking his tie had failed. Gently pulling back, she released his orbs and knot from her teeth. Her esophagus fighting all the way, she let his shaft slip from her throat, licking and cleaning every inch of it as it pulled free. Kissing his eye, ensuring that the last of his tasty seed had been washed away with her saliva; she stood as the exhausted canines legs failed and he collapsed in a heap on his clothes.

"That was tasty," Jane commented, smoothing her patterned hair down again and standing, "He should have the stamina now to satisfy you Jessica."

"Mmm, that is if he can get up the energy to follow us into the tub," Jessica replied glancing towards her mate and the bathrooms door, "Looks like someone is ready for you too."

Ruth had shucked his trousers at some point, and his shaft was clearly showing, partially exposed from his cavity from the show that had just been put on for him. Charity let out a quiet mewl, and everyone turned to look at the other two occupants of the room, grinning as Felix looked up sheepishly from where he had his nose buried deep within his mate's mound. "Well, she was getting a little aroused, and I didn't think you and Jane would have wanted a third tongue around his shaft!" he said, gesturing towards spent teenager on the floor.

Jane let out a peel of girlish giggles totally unbefitting of someone her age, triggering Jessica off. The doe walked over to Ruth, fondling the pinkness that was showing against his white belly. "Come on then. Now that I have helped your mate wean the edge off the pup, it is time for you to show me why I am here. She walked past him, heading into the steam infused air of the bathing room.

Jessica held her hand out to Paul as Jane disappeared into the bathroom with her mate. The wolfhound looked up at her with relief and gripped it strongly, allowing himself to be hauled up off the floor. "That was the first time I have been blown by two women," he said, still panting heavily.

"Mmm, I bet the others who have blown you have not had our experience either," Jessica replied grinning and kissing him again.

"No...It was extraordinary. The others though let me complete my orgasm. You have left me on edge and erect," the young wolfhound commented, pointing down at his still throbbing shaft.

Jessica grinned, "Part of the deal when I approached you was that you would tie me Paul. I don't know your recovery time, so Jane left you with the ability to tie me soon. First though, you have to give me my first bit of satisfaction."

Paul swallowed hard, "I have never gone down on a woman before Mrs. Ruatha-"

"Ah ah," the dragoness stopped him, "Jessica while you are here tonight. We are not in public now you know."

Paul grinned, "Jessica then. The girls I have pulled have preferred to go straight for a tie, and then they are too exhausted for anything else," he continued.

"How long do you tie for Paul?" Jessica asked quizzically.

"Ahem, I can usually sustain for around forty-five minutes, though you and Jane have taken the edge off me."

"That's very impressive for someone your age. Wait here a minute and I will go and fetch something to pass the time. You ever toyed with a woman before?" she asked as she headed for the bedroom.

"I have never had sex with a 'woman' before Jessica, only teenage girls of my age. The subject of toys never really came up," Paul replied sheepishly.

"Then what did you do when you were tied?" Jessica called from the other room.

"Kissed, cuddled, or went to sleep depending on how tired we were."

"Well you had better not fall asleep tonight," Jessica replied coming out of the bedroom with a nine inch, slim-line vibrator, and a nine inch ribbed silicone cock that was covered in bumps and irregularities. "You will be using these on me while we are together. The feelings of them rubbing your knot and shaft through my interior walls should increase your pleasure levels as well, especially if you succeed in masturbating me to a mutual orgasm with you."

"You want me to penetrate your ass?" Paul asked in shock at his unexpected good fortune.

"Of course...Your tail is not rigid enough to provide the services my mate's does. Females of my size will quite often appreciate a double penetration you know...or they do after they have tried it!" Jessica replied grinning. She turned to Felix and Charity. "You going to come into the bathroom, or do you want to just go to bed and wait a few hours for us?" she asked, noticing the exhaustion that was still showing in Charity's features.

Felix turned to the exhausted Persian, but she shook her head in negation, "No, we will come in and watch. The evening's entertainment has not even begun after all. I hate other women who suffer from attitude issues like Jane in there. From what Felix has told me, it will give me great satisfaction to see her brought down a peg or two," Charity said, standing with a little wobble and Felix's help.

A loud exclamation followed by a splash sounded from the bathroom, and the two females grinned at each other. "Sounds like Ruth has already begun," the dragoness replied, towing Paul into the bathroom with her, and the two cats followed grinning.

The room-length tub was filled around two thirds full, and was currently occupied by the spluttering doe who was tapping water from her ears. She was glaring at Ruth as he stepped into the water, still not even half erect, though the tawny hairs that were sticking to his glans showed it was not through lack of effort on Jane's part.

"She suggested that as she was not arousing me, I may not be as straight as I appear," Ruth explained to his audience, then submerged and came back up water dripping from his horns. "She didn't believe that I had developed control from your teachings love."

"I did not say that!" Jane exclaimed, and then she squealed girlishly as Ruth picked her up and sat her on one of the bubble seats at the end of the tub. Her genitalia were still submerged, but she groaned as Ruth flicked a talon out and hit the air massage button on the control panel, while enveloping one of her still perfect breasts into his maw, starting to tickle at her bullet hard nipple with his tongue, agitating it all the more with his manipulation of her cheeky gold serpent. Bubbles of cool air started to emerge from under the doe's derriere, rolling like glass marbles through her fur and across her mound, most escaping, but the odd one just slipping within to tickle at her clitoris.

Jessica stepped into the other end of the tub, placing the two dildos on the shelf within easy reach, while Charity and Felix decided to opt for the calmer waters in the middle. "Come on Paul," she said patting the water after ducking her head to get it wet, and then taking a seat on the other air massage seat, turning it on.

Paul didn't hesitate this time, his need was still pressing, so, carefully avoiding the cats he stepped into the middle, ducking under the water in turn to soak his head fur before attempting to take a seat next to Jessica. "No Paul, let us begin like the others. Stay where you are and address your end of the bargain," she gestured down under the water at her submerged vent, grinning at him. The bubbles of air were bypassing it as her much thicker and more muscular tail prevented them from surfacing over it, but the transparent globules were being torn into millions of tiny shreds by her scale edges, almost producing white foam in their frenzied activity.

Taking a deep breath, the wolfhound submerged fighting his way thought the super aerated curtain until, using his chin as a guide on the underside of her tail his nose bumped into his intended target. Grinning nervously to himself, he gently teased at the mounded scales with his tongue until they parted to allow him access. Above him in the steamy air of the room, Jessica grinned and relaxed her muscles, allowing the dog's cool nose to slip within her tunnel. His tongue was starting to rub her in the right places, but she could tell from its clumsy maneuverings that Paul had been telling the truth about having no oral experience in the giving of pleasures.

Ruth was having no such problems with Jane. Playing continuously with her nipple piercings he had started to alternate breasts without warning as the doe started to feel the heat caused by his gentle ministrations started to flush her air agitated snatch and ass. She tried to stop the buildup mentally as the dragon touched all her upper body's erogenous buttons without even approaching her sex. Taking her into a kiss, he used his teeth to nip at her flicking tongue, the pain throwing her over the edge into her first orgasm, her fluids misting into the baths water and being brought to the surface in a drift of musk infused bubbles. She started a feral mating yip, barking into her partner's mouth as he continued to kiss her.

Charity and Felix grinned at each other as the doe's body shook under its own actions, knowing from the previous night that Ruth hadn't even started yet. The female musk was starting to act upon the Abyssinian's body, and despite not thinking it capable, his member was starting to erect itself painfully. He winced as the bruised muscles in his gouche protested its activity. Charity looked down through the water, realizing the source of her mate's discomfort. She couldn't bear to let herself be penetrated yet by anything other than his tongue, so tweaking his nose she took a deep breath and started to apply herself orally for only the fourth time in their mate-ship to his cock. Much to his surprise as they were still standing, the seats already occupied.

Paul came up for air, his tongue dragging across Jessica's clit, eliciting a slight groan from the dragoness as his ears cleared from the water. He took it as conformation that he was doing something right and immediately dipped back under the water, but this time concentrated his tongues attentions upon the rapidly expanding nubbin that had emerged at the upper end of Jessica's slit. Carefully he formed his flat tongue into the same tube that he had when she was kissing him, and started to dip it over her clit, like it was a miniature shaft penetrating his tunnel.

It didn't take long, the experience being a first in a way for her. Jessica groaned as the wolfhound's tongue fucked her clitoris, his soft folds repeatedly enveloping it within them with each rolling plunge. None of her previous lovers when younger had used their tongues in the same way, though she had had plenty that had the ability to should they have wished. She leaned her head back and screeched in relief, directing her mouth towards the ceiling as she lost control of her thimble and sparked the alcoholic fumes from her mealtime wine into a bluish flame.

Felix watched as the heat contacted the mirrored ceiling, clearing the glass of condensation momentarily as it rolled across it. He felt Charity grip his spines in her teeth and he allowed the momentary thrill of the show to take him over the edge and he started to flutter, flooding his mate's mouth with his seed, curls of cream leaking out in the water around her lips.

Paul felt his partner's body going into orgasm and allowed his tongue to be drawn into her writhing interior, sampling the strong tastes that her glands were releasing onto it before they were dissipated by the water they were being released into. His cock was throbbing with his need and he surfaced again, pulling himself up her while running his wolfish tongue up the full length of her belly scales, flicking at her aroused nipples as he passed; before taking her into a post orgasmic kiss, his glans kissing at the entrance his tongue had so recently vacated. He wondered at the heat in her lips and looked up at the clear mirrors on the ceiling as the condensation rapidly misted across the patch immediately above them.

Not giving her a chance to recover, Ruth breathed in and submerged, running his slim tongue into Jane's folds in reckless abandon, sampling the doe's fluid outpouring that had not had a chance to let up, her body still in the comedown of her orgasm. Running his tongue up across her pulsing clit he went for his new favourite spot, and started to tease at her urethra with its tip.

Jane's eyes opened wide as a new sensation penetrated her pleasure infused brain, and she started tugging desperately on her paramours horns, trying to stop herself from embarrassing herself from his attentions at her bladders exit. She glanced up to see Jessica wink around Paul's huge head, the slight nod telling her that Ruth knew exactly what she was doing. She gasped then as Ruth slipped a talon within her folds and teased her clit with it, causing her to lose control of her bladder for the first time since she was a fawn, her pale urine flooding Ruth's questing lips and spilling out into a lemon coloured mist within the water.

Ruth tasted the change in the waters acidity, and funneled as much of the doe's elixir into his mouth as he could while her body went into her second orgasm in as many minutes, her glands releasing more of her sexual release to mingle with the diffusing liquid leaking from his lips. He determined to keep Jane in a state of complete sexual release for the longest possible time before he took his own pleasure of her. He moved back down her slipping his nose horn under her nubbin's hood, and started a deep massage of her vaginal passage with his tongue, every movement causing the doe to call out, the short yips pressing her diaphragm down on his nose, each exhaled burst forcing her clit against his buried horn and her body to release more of her sexual being into the water surrounding them both.

Jane's mind flooded with fear as she pissed uncontrollably into Ruth's mouth, concerned that it would elicit a reaction from him that could damage her. She groaned as she felt his lips syphon most off her fluids and her hands picked up the muscles rolling down his throat where her hands were resting on his neck, realizing that he was swallowing all she could give. Her body went into orgasm again with the relief, and was kept there as the dragon moved back down her slit and started to tease at her spasming walls with his tongue while his nose pricked her nubbin repeatedly. A pinkish haze started to form in front of her eyes as her brain gave into the overload of endorphins that were being released into her bloodstream.

Felix almost laughed at the expression that was painted on Jane's face as her bodies external motor functions started shutting down. Her tongue was lolling comically out of her mouth, its rapid flicking stilled for the time being as with every breath the doe yipped her ecstasy out for all to hear. Charity surfaced then, leaning into his chest and hugging him as he licked and nibbled at her ears, teasing the sopping fur out from around them with the gentle ministrations of his tongue. The smell of Jane's urine was strong in the mist, as the bubbles emerging from around Ruth's submerged head burst, their membranes popping there pungent covering into the steam infused air. "Your turn again," his mate whispered as she backed up against the bath's wall, resting her arms on the sides to support herself.

"As you wish," Felix replied taking his own breath in and submerging to perform the same oral service upon her that she had upon him.

Paul had paused with his tip at her gates, releasing Jessica's mouth from his, wanting further conformation before he actually penetrated his first woman without a sheath. She nodded, thrusting her hips a little with her tail to force the issue, and the teenage wolfhound's glans slipped within. He needed no further encouragement, and in a single smooth movement attempted to hilt himself, his smooth ridges running across her clitoris as he plunged his hips towards her.

He yipped in pain as his tip hit a wall of bony flesh, his knot barely kissing her mound, nowhere near inside her yet. Jessica in turn grimaced as he impacted her tightly sealed cervical wall with a none too gentle thump. She glanced down her body, parting Paul's belly hair to observe that he was a good few inches off burying himself completely. "Damn!" she cursed, running a talon across his nose, "My vagina is smaller with my pregnancy. We will have to tie the other way!"

"What do you mean?" Paul asked, still buried deeply within her.

"I mean Paul...you get to tie me anally you silly pup!" Jessica replied grinning as his jaw dropped.

"B...But..." he stuttered.

"Well I was going to insist you applied this to me while we were tied," Jessica laughed, waving the huge silicone cock at him, "And he is thicker than you!" she joked.

Paul flushed red as Jessica skillfully manipulated her cloacal tract, massaging his cock as she spoke. "What was I going to do with the other one?" he asked as he pulled out a little, on the verge of making a tie impossible as his knot was swelling again.

"Oh, you were going to do nothing dear...I was." She grinned, "I still am, but you will have to find out when you can't pull away."

Paul swallowed hard, having an idea of what she meant. He glanced over at the others, looking for a bit of mental support, but Felix and Ruth were both still submerged, and Jane was still emitting quiet barks of pleasure as Ruth was holding her at her peak. "Be gentle please...I am a virgin that way."

"Would you rather my tail then?" Jessica inquired.

"N...no. It's not uniform in shape," he glanced down through the water as it swished gently between his legs, "But please, only the slim one," he nodded at the vibrator, rather than the false cock.

"The big one would bring you more pleasure, but I will do as you wish. You can always try the larger one after," Jessica grinned. "Well are you going to continue?" she asked changing the subject.

Paul nodded and pulled his glans free of her labial grasp. Placing a hand under the water he gripped his shaft and guided it lower, until it kissed her ring, "Aren't we going to need lube Jessica?"

The dragoness giggled, "You are under water Paul, and your pre is more than enough. I may have scales, but I can feel the fluid on you, you know. Once your head is in, everything else will follow. Trust me. Ruth has had eighteen inches of his tail up me before, and it is much thicker."

Paul blushed and gently nudged at her gate. She relaxed it a little and a few errant bubbles escaped to mix with the ones being blown from the seats nozzles, causing his nose to pucker a little, then his glans slipped in. It was hot, much hotter than he was expecting. Her vagina had allowed the water from the bath entry with his shaft, cooling her body's temperature a little. Gently this time, he eased himself in, inch by inch. The perfect ring of muscles swallowing his shaft like Jane's throat had earlier. A perfectly sealed collar that seemed to form tightly to every striation and ridge his shaft had.

His knot was swelling, the sensations he was experiencing from Jessica's tightness exacerbating his eager condition. He could feel his balls contracting, the heat beginning to flood his scrotum with pleasure. He tried picturing his mother, his sister, anything repulsive to allow him the time to tie. The top of his knot was resting against her ring now and he was reaching the point of no return.

Jessica realized the dog's predicament, reading the expressions of concentration passing across his face like an open book. She could feel the ridge on his shaft, so took things into her own hands. Grabbing hold of his hips, she thrust herself forward causing Paul to bark in pain, but the added pressure on his Bacula was all that was needed, and his knot slipped in, locking his pubis to hers tightly. His feral instincts took over then, and he started his final short sharp thrusts, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he allowed the heat to spread up his tubes from his balls, his knot swelling larger than ever within its temporary home.

Jessica winced a little as the final three inches gained access to her bowel. Her anal muscle closed tightly around his shaft, then started to be forced open a little as the wolfhound's knot swelled within her rectum. She reached for the big cock as he started his thrusting, every throb of his hot meat agitating her perinatal muscles into spasm. She pressed the cock into Paul's hand, nodding at him as he focused his eyes upon what she was giving him. "Go ahead...it will heighten your experience."

His hip thrusts were not having the speedy effect they normally did, though that could be due to the fact he was belly to belly with her, not in the usual canine position. He leaned back a little, allowing him access to her mound, and then slipped the silicone monster he was holding in slowly. Jessica groaned as the ridges rubbed across her clit, Paul joining her as each knob and undulation pushed against his bursting knot through her connective tissue. It was too much, the dam burst for the second time that evening, and his seed started to force its way up his shaft in a tumultuous wave of ecstasy, firing salvos out of his tip in deep, gonad wrenching pumps, filling Jessica's tube like a fire-hose set on flood.

As the dildo's seated itself against her labia, the final ridge squeezed her clit against its hood as Paul's shaft started pulsing within her. She took him into a kiss as he started his coital howl, wrestling his tongue as her second orgasm took her mind away from her temporarily, the pink mist of pleasure enveloping her subconscious.

Jane's internal muscles were starting to slow with their relentless massaging grip on his tongue, so he pulled out and surfaced, exhaling sharply across her breasts, ruffling the soaking fur before taking another deep breath and dipping below the surface again. Placing her slender legs on his shoulders he lifted her ass free of the seat and drove his tongue through her anal ring, tickling and teasing at her passage while blowing bubbles across her pudendum from his nostrils.

Jane's eyes opened wide as Ruth lifted her body, and then penetrated her anally with his tongue. She rarely allowed access there to her clients, but his skilled manipulation by his flexible appendage combined with the bubbles bursting against her clit revved her orgasmic engine again, flipping it back into drive as she braced her shoulders against the tub's side and pulling on Ruth's horns, striving to pull him deeper into her being. Her throat was getting sore from her diaphragm's constant feral yip, but she could no more control it than she could the twenty odd minutes she had been in continuous orgasm.

Charity was exhausted, Felix and the bathrooms atmosphere having brought her to a second orgasm. She needed to sit down somewhere, but her wet fur's weight prevented her from floating in position, and the two bubble seats were still well and truly being used by the other two couples. She wavered on her feet, leaning against her mate as he was watching the constant pulses that were showing in Paul's lower abdomen. Amazed at the wolfhound's obvious capacity. "You alright love?" he questioned, concerned at Charity's sudden weakness.

"N...need a rest. Help me out please," she answered weakly.

He pulled her quickly to the baths side, stepping out himself, and then lifting the sodden Persian out into his arms, carrying her to the toilet and sitting her on the closed lid. "Better?" he asked.

"I will be...can you start to dry me please. I will shower in the morning to get any fluids out of my fur," she answered.

Felix nodded and gathered up one of the huge fluffy towels that were hanging on the radiator rack. A large pool of water was gathering on the tiles around the toilet, dripping from her strands of white hair like snow melt from icicles. He started gently rubbing her ears to fetch the worst of the water from her head, then slowly worked his way down her body, cupping her breasts gently as he passed, bringing the moisture content down to something the fur dryer could handle. He turned as Paul let out a sharp yip, wincing a little. "Go and see if you want," Charity said, leaning back against the cistern, "I will be alright; then you can join me in the dryer."

Felix nodded and went back to the tub, grinning as Jessica slowly fed the vibrator under the dog's tail again, the water being thrashed by its actions.

Jessica came out of her orgasm first, and reached for the slim-line vibrator, switching it on with a quiet buzz. Paul's eyes opened as she ran it sensuously up his chest, teasing at his chin hairs and then feeding it into his mouth.

He tried to protest, not wanting even the appearance of swallowing a phallic instrument to show, but she shook her head in negation as his balls continued to fill her. The plastic housing rattled his teeth, so he opened wider. He was aware of the two cats leaving the tub, but he was distracted as Jessica tickled the entrance of his throat with the buzzing machine. He gagged slightly and she withdrew, rolling the drool that had spilled into his hanging whiskers onto the vibrators shaft. She pressed a manicured talon on his nose, and he shut his mouth as she lowered the vibrator into the water and lifted his wagging tail from where it was guarding his entrance.

Jessica grinned as she ran a finger over the puckered, virginal skin of his tail-hole, flicking the agitated tube of plastic she was holding down to run across Paul's gouche, causing him to yip from the sensation. "Ready?" she whispered.

Paul nodded, and pulling it back she teased at the ring of muscle with the vibrators tip. Relaxing himself, it parted without pressure, and gently she fed it in, just as he had done to her, until the safety flange rested against his aperture. The feeling was different. Almost like he was passing a large piece of waste after a night of over indulgence. It almost felt natural until she turned the speed of the vibrator up and started to withdraw and thrust it in and out in a steady rhythm. She touched something, and his whole crotch lit again with renewed fire, like someone had poured vinegar on an open wound. He was still in the throes of a knotted orgasm, but the renewed sensation sent him into his feral thrust mode again, as if he had never started. He barked his pleasure out, his chest heaving as the deep sounds rolled around the steamy bathroom, almost echoing off the walls.

Jessica used her free hand to guide one of his to her clit, and somehow Paul managed to find the concentration to slip one of his shaking fingers into her labia between the silicone cock and her clit, finger fucking her as his pulsing knot tried to massage her passages into one. It had the desired effect and Jessica went into another dual orgasm this time, vagina sucking at his finger, while her sphincter tried to milk more of his seed from him while hugging Paul's huge head to her breasts, cuddling him like a mother as she roared her own pleasure out of her throat to join his deep booms in the increasingly noisy room.

Ruth felt his tail being thrashed by Jessica's and he surfaced again, sitting the shaking Jane back on the bubble seat. He turned as the rooms noise penetrated his ears, watching as his mate and her partner cuddled each other in their dual experiences. His need was pressing now and he moved back up Jane, hugging the slightly smaller doe to his chest as she rested her chin on his shoulder, rubbing it against his scales without saying a word.

His cavity inverted, all ten inches of fine pinky white scales rubbing between their bellies now as she turned to kiss him, nibbling at his magic tongue in conformation for the final act. Gently he lifted her a little more until his shaft swung free of the stomach sandwich and swung into position, kissing her lower lips.

"Do it Ruth," she whispered into his ear while licking gently at his horns, his swinging balls kissing her fluttering tail gently under the water.

Ruth nodded, and slowly lowered her well lubricated lips onto his shaft until her pubic bone sat against his. She sighed, her vagina easily taking his length as a stags was greater in length but not his girth. Ruth filled her nicely, her body fitting him like a glove. She had had dragons before in her client meetings, but they had all been interested in only themselves, never her. She was fulfilled in every sense this evening, and she could see that where training was usually applied to females, it could equally be provided to a male. "Comfy?" Ruth whispered, nibbling at her ear tuft.

"Very...it is time you got your satisfaction for the evening," she answered equally as quietly.

"You could give me the same service that you gave Paul if you wish," Ruth said, continuing his loving nibbles.

Jane shook her head, "No, complete the act...cum with me this time."

Ruth nodded, accepting her choice. He slid himself out gently, allowing each ridge on his shaft to gracefully kiss at her clitoris as she flicked her tongue against his neck scales with her eyes closed in the peacefulness of their lovemaking. Pressing her breasts tightly against his pectorals, he could feel her gold snakes scratching at his nipples as he hilted himself smoothly again. He slowly built up a rhythm, and as her breathing quickened and tongue flicking ceased he could feel his own loins stirring in readiness, his balls pulling up into position. "Last chance Jane," he said into her quiescent ear.

Her pale brown eyes flickered open, staring into his azure pools for a second, before she lifted her head and took him into a kiss, not saying a word. Ruth let her settle on his pubis and slipped a hand between them, tracing some of her shaved spirals with a talon until he rested against the top of his cavity. Slipping a talon within hers, he agitated her clit for a final time pushing her into a full orgasm again.

The thrashing of her vaginal muscles was all it took, and he relaxed his control, joining her in her pleasure as he emptied his balls in frenzy of strengthening pulses, swallowing her coital barks in his mouth as he breathed out heavily in released tension, controlling his urge to join the other couple in their vocal exhalations.

Jessica looked up as she saw the all too familiar shiver run through her mates body, smiling that he had taken his pleasure as directed. She was still stuck fast to Paul who was fighting to stay awake now, the energy of his youth exhausted by his sexual workout. She gently eased the vibrator from his ass, rinsing it in the water before switching it off and placing it on the shelf again. She turned the air-seat off and using a toe talon pulled the plug from the tubs bottom with a flick of her foot. Felix was already supporting Charity in the fur dryer, massaging the hot air into her hair, ensuring she was dry through to her underfur. He was already dry, his much shorter pelt having dried in the warm room's atmosphere while he was still watching the show.

"Are you able to give us a hand dear?" she asked Ruth, attracting his attention as the befouled water gurgled away down the plughole.

Jane pulled her head from Ruth's maw, resting it on his shoulder again as he lifted her up, still impaled at the waist and turned to answer his mate. "In what way love?" he asked, immediately diverting his attention to her needs despite still being attached so intimately to his lover.

"Paul is still tied to me, and we need to get out so that we can dry before going to bed. I just need a lift getting over the bath's side with him," Jessica answered grinning.

Ruth glanced down at Jane, who sighed, wriggling a little on her living seat, "Get him to turn the tie Jessica, it will make things a little easier. If you will sleep tied with Paul, will you give permission for me to sleep in this position with Ruth?"

Paul looked up at the does words, looking to Jessica for permission. She nodded and released him from her chest hug. "Of course you can sleep with him like that Jane. You will have to excite him again though as once you dismount he will deflate rapidly. It is part of our feral sides that it happens quickly as we used to mate on the wing."

Jane nodded in agreement as Ruth set her down on the bubble seat that was now playing a tune of unpleasant farts as it had not been turned off yet. She reached for the button as Ruth slipped free from her, a gush of seminal fluids following his exit.

Paul kept his knees bent as Jessica slid off the seat to lie on her back carefully in order for him to step over her waist with one leg. His knot shifted painfully within her ring as he turned, the sensation erotic all in itself, starting a renewed fluctuation in his shafts output. Jessica groaned as he almost put her into another orgasm with his twisting movement in her bowels. "Stand on all fours now Paul, carefully so I am on my feet behind you," she said gasping.

Paul did as directed as Ruth stepped out of the tub to help. Charity and Felix had finished in the dryer, so Jane also stepped out, wobbling a little on her feet as she took her turn in the hot air enclosure. A steady drip of creamy fluids was leaking from her, leaving a gentle trail across the bathrooms floor.

Paul carefully placed his hands on the tiles outside of the tub, moving forward until his thighs were pressed against the smooth sides, Jessica's crotch held tightly against his ass-cheeks. His tail was still swaying rhythmically, brushing her nipples with its tip, the long hairs as the base contacting the still deeply embedded dildo in her pussy. She groaned with the stimulation, "Ruth, lift us out before I lose control again," she said gritting her teeth against her pleasure.

He reached over and gripped his mate by the thighs, "You ready Paul, this may hurt you as you will be supported only by you shaft for a few seconds," he said watching for the dogs nod. In a single smooth movement he lifted Jessica out of the tub as Paul wheel-barrowed forward on the tiles, gritting his teeth as all his asses weight pressed down on his Bacula. Ruth set their feet back down on the tiles and helped Paul to stand and turn the tie again so that he wasn't degraded into holding his feral position on all fours.

Jessica kissed Ruth deeply, "Thank-you," she said as Ruth helped the four-legged beast her and Paul had become into the dryer enclosure, which Jane had just vacated. It took a good ten minutes to get Paul's long strands of hair dry enough for them to move to the bedroom. Charity and Felix had already taken their leave and when the four of them stumbled into the sleeping chamber of the suite, they were already snoring in each other's arms on the same side of the bed as they had occupied that morning.

Ruth and Jessica grinned at each other, "We will take the other side dear," Jessica said quietly so as not to disturb the cats, "Even if I am awake when Paul slips free, there is likely to be a mess. He is still filling me."

Paul looked a little sheepish, it had been over forty minutes now since he had tied with her, and his body still kept finding reserves from somewhere. It was by far the longest orgasm he had ever had in his life, and it wasn't letting up yet. Jane laughed and reached under the wolfhound's tail then, weighing his balls as if to judge their worth before letting them swing free again. "It will be awhile yet Jessica," she said turning to face Ruth again and kneeling at his crotch. "Time to create my seat again Mr. Ruatha, and then we can all get a few hours' sleep before the new day dawns."

Ruth tapped her on her head for her mock formality again, grinning as she ignored him and ran her fingers into his slit, fishing for what she desired. It didn't take her long to find it, and she pulled his flaccid and slimy length free of its protection, still coated in their combined juices from the bathroom. She started cleaning the limp flesh with her tongue, running her downy surface up and down it in long strokes, teasing at his glans each time it passed. Ruth started to harden again with the attention, and she could actually feel the blood re-inflating the internal honeycomb structure of microscopic veins in her hand, swelling more and more as she took his tip into her mouth. Raising herself off her knees, she swallowed his shaft, just as she had with Paul's; the greater diameter of Ruth's shaft swelling her neck by a third.

Ruth groaned as he came back to full attention, the doe's throat muscles massaging his glans as it was enveloped within her. His balls swung free and knocked against her chin like a couple of soft wrecking balls. His need was building rapidly again so he ran his fingers between her ears and down to her damp, black nose.

She glanced up at him, fondling his balls and assessing his readiness. He nodded, so she withdrew leaving him standing proud in the bedrooms musky air. She turned, and faced the huge bed Jessica was now lying on, with Paul snoring gently on her chest in a semi-fetal position. His head was curled up under her chin, neck resting between her breasts like an over-sized baby. There was still the odd pulse moving his tail, confirming the tie was still strong after nearly an hour now. Jessica winked at her, showing she was watching for the doe's next move.

It took her only a few seconds to decide, and she bent forward to rest her elbows on the mattress in the middle and flicked her tail to one side, "It is lubed enough Ruth, tie me as Paul has tied your mate."

"You sure?" Ruth asked.

She nodded affirmation as he approached her from behind. He allowed his glans to kiss at her ring for a few seconds, her sex below was still dripping his fluids from before, and he gathered some on a finger before rubbing them into the soft skin of her muscle, before slipping it inside. She groaned again, and her mound started to leak afresh. Ruth took that as his signal, and withdrawing his digit, pressed gently at her entrance with his cock, reveling as it parted and allowed him to slip into the much tighter passage it guarded.

He didn't have long, and he knew it all too well. Using short sharp thrusts of his hips he gently eased himself deeper until his pubis rested on her ass cheeks. "Lie down on your back like your mate," Jane murmured in her pleasure, "Take me onto your chest like Paul is on hers."

Ruth complied, lifting her upright into a hug, her feet leaving the floor as her slender body was supported only on his throbbing member in her ass. He shuffled around a little, before lying backwards with a thump in the centre of the mattress, and causing the two cats to moan in a quiet protest from the disturbance. Shuffling up a little, Jane's neck lying between his pectorals he reached the pillows level with Jessica's head.

Jane sighed, "Bring me off again, one last time please," she said quietly as her sphincter hugged its intruder.

Ruth reached down and found her sopping slit, slipping his finger in again to massage at her hood. It only took a few seconds, and she started yipping quietly again, her insides becoming a maelstrom of activity again that transmitted the spasming to the walls surrounding his cock. He followed her into orgasm, filling her second portal with as much seed as he had decanted into her first.

He was breathing heavily still, as without warning she sat up and emulated Paul, 'turning the tie' as he was still pumping, licking at his lips with her tongue when she lay down belly to belly with him. Three inches of his shaft had been pulled free; her cunt now resting on his pubis, but enough remained inside for her ring to be still gripping it with all her might. "Goodnight Ruth. I am sorry I ever questioned you earlier, but I am not sorry for this night." she sighed quietly and shut her eyes, drifting into a deep sleep without another word.

Jessica tilted her head sideways and licked at Ruth's cheek attracting his attention for a few seconds before he joined Jane in her exhaustion. He turned his head to meet her lips, kissing her gently as his eyes closed. "Goodnight love," Jessica whispered without moving her head, and closed her eyes, her lips still touching his as she drifted into her own slumber.