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Retsuko's seat has been empty for nearly a whole month now. 

It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time her seat was empty. But being vacant for nearly a whole month was worse than worrisome. It was something that, surprisingly, only Haida asked about. 

"Oi, Fenneko." He hissed from his computer, sneaking a glance at Director Ton. He was too busy swinging his newest golf club, Tsunoda squealing by his side. "What's with Retsuko?"

Fenneko paused. She glanced at the empty seat beside her. "What are you talking about? She isn't here." 

"Exactly." Haida hissed. "She hasn't been here for almost a whole month! The last time she was gone was... was after the incident with the stalker!"

The words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and a scowl twisted on his lips before he smothered it. A phantom feeling of dread twisted in his gut. God, he had been lucky to be sitting at that table that night, hearing those panicked snippets. He had been lucky he followed her out. He thanked his instincts for rearing their heads when the world slowed down. And he thanked every universal power he could think of that he had been there when the man pulled out the knife. 

In his 25 years of life, he had never felt so much anger. Not when Retsuko dated Resasuke from Sales, not even when she dated his idol, Tadano. Never in his 25 years of life had he been so scared, so quick to act. It went black when the knife appeared, and when Haida blinked, he was straddling the psycho, his heart pounding in his ears. The sight of Retsuko laying on the concrete not too far away, unresponsive, the knife glinting nearby, would forever haunt him. The psychotic laughter of the fucker rang in his ears, and he nearly went sick when Retsuko didn't respond. 

Never in his 25 years of life had he ever wanted to beat someone so badly. 

"She's fine." Fenneko's monotone voice snapped him from the haunting memory. Her eyes glued to her computer, she spoke to him past the monitor. Her ear flicked. "She should be back in a few more weeks."

Haida groaned. "Why the hell is she gone for so long?!" He hissed, panic swirling in his gut.

The last thing Haida needed to consider was her being alone. The incident was only a few months ago! Was she having a relapse!? What if the guy escaped the police and was after her again?! What if--

"Haida." Once again, Fenneko snapped him from his thoughts. "She's fine, and she's on vacation leave. She should be back soon."

"Fenneko, you're not answering my question!" His ears pinned. God damnit. "Is she okay?!"

The question went ignored, Fenneko's keyboard clacking in her silence. Sucking his teeth, Haida begrudgingly returned to work, glancing at Retsuko's empty seat. 

The hours of his shift dragged by, his eyes never seeming to leave her seat until he bid farewell and clocked out for the night. The soft February air nipped at his snout, his nose tickling at the scent of blossoms. Shuffling his jacket closer to himself, he trudged through the streets, huffing. If Fenneko wasn't giving him straight answers, then it was something she really didn't want to tell him. Fenneko kept tabs on all her friends, him included, so whatever had happened to Retsuko, Fenneko knew about. Fenneko was the one to go to for information, second to Kabea.

And still wouldn't tell him.

He sucked his teeth again, groaning as he reached his apartment door. What the hell was so important that they couldn't tell him? The last thing he wanted to do was barge into Retsuko's home, but the last thing he needed was to go to bed, knowing she was alone and had been AWOL for a whole month and was supposed to stay that way. His keys jingled, and the lock clicked open. Light split across the living room. A lamp post nearby flickered, muffled chatter slipping from a neighbor's window as he slipped by. 

He stormed to the fridge and snagged a beer. The bed creaked as he sat; moonlight streamed from his window. His ears and tail flicked.

Was Retsuko in trouble? He didn’t hear anything about her being sick; Director Ton would be pitching a fit. Did she get hurt? Was she attacked? Did she get lost? No, she never went anywhere she didn't need to go.

He chewed at his lip. His tail lashed, and his ears flicked back against his head. Another swig of beer chilled his throat. 

"What do I do?" He sighed. 

The heel of his hand pressed against his forehead, the oncoming headache throbbing softly behind his skull. Fiddling with the lip of his bottle, Haida huffed, resolute as he shot from his bed. Retsuko needed help. What it was, he didn’t know, but he was going to help her! 

No matter what it was. 

He downed his beer, tossing the bottle in the trash before shrugging on his leather jacket.

Twenty minutes later, and twenty-five dollars poorer, Haida’s boots clack against the stairs leading to her apartment. A knot twisted in his throat, his hands shaking in his pockets. He hadn't been to her apartment in a whole month. A tight squeeze clutched his heart. He could still hear Retsuko’s timid voice calling out to him, muttering about how he didn’t have to walk her to her apartment anymore, and he could still feel the chip it left in his heart. Air spasmed in his lungs, heat bled into his cheeks. 

Why was he getting nervous now? 

He was at her door now. Heaving a deep breath into his lungs and shoving the feelings into his stomach, he paused before knocking on her door. 

"R-Retsuko?" 

There was no answer. A knot twisted in his throat before he swallowed heavily. 

"R-Retsuko, are you okay?" A quiet shuffle beyond the door. "It's me, Haida." 

Another quiet shuffle, but no answer. Anxiety danced in his chest as his fingers pressed against her doorbell. As the vibrating chime echoed inside, there was a thud. A heavy one, like something, fell. Haida jumped in his skin.

He began to panic. "Re-Retsuko?! Are you okay?" 

More shuffling grew closer; the lock snapped free. Haida's heart stuttered when the door cracked open, something sweet flooding his nose.

What was that smell ?

Vibrant flaxen fur peeked from the crack, followed by dark, round eyes and a flushed muzzle.

"H-Haida?" Retsuko's soft voice slurred. 

Shaking the scent from his head, he flushed when his eyes laid on Retsuko for the first time in a whole month. Her fur was tangled, with a  deep flush around her cheeks. What looked like a blanket wrapped around her tiny shoulders, clutched in one hand.

He straightened. "H-Hey, I- I was worried about you! So-Sorry to barge in like this," He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes darted here and there. "But- But why were you gone for so long? It's not like you and Fenneko wouldn't tell me, and I really didn't want to bother you," The scent lingered, clouding around in his head, and his breath went heavy. "But I had to know if you were okay, and I'm sorry I should have just called-"

"You smell good…." Retsuko muttered, her eyes fluttering softly as they trailed down his figure. 

His heart stuttered. 

"W-Wh-What?" He squeaked, finally looking, truly looking, at his crush.

Her eyes were hooded, and long eyelashes nearly painted her cheeks. The blush lining her cheeks seeped down her neck and festered in her ears as if she had a fever. 

The scent was everywhere, flooding his nose and clouding his mind. When he breathed through his mouth, it coated his tongue—a sweet taste of natural scents that made Retsuko her . A shuddering gasp dragged the smell down his throat, and he nearly choked. Horrified, he felt his dick twitch. 

“R-Re-Retsuko?” He squeaked, his ears flickering uneasily. “R-Retsuko, what-what’s wrong? Are you okay-”

A doorknob next door rattled, twisting and turning. A surge of panic rattled through Haida, snapping a look at the offending handle. Another wave of emotions surged through him as realization dawned on him. 

There was something obviously wrong with Retsuko; the scent that coated her was thick and sweet. So, Fucking, Sweet. 

And someone else was about to smell it.  

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Haida blinked, and Retsuko’s door slammed behind him. A gasp left him. When had he gotten into her apartment? When had she let him in? Oh God, did he force his way in? Oh God, what was he thinking?! Retsuko must think he’s crazy! She might get uncomfortable! She might-

He nearly choked. The scent was thicker, so much thicker, in the darkness of her apartment. It was sweeter, too, like he just dove into a sea of everything sugary and nice. Sugary and natural and so, fucking good. 

His dick swelled in his pants. Shit. 

“Ret-Retsuko–” Haida choked. Stumbling back, his back bumped against the door. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what came over me! I’ll go, I’m so sorry-”

Soft fur and cloth pressed hard against his front, and his heart somersaulted. Retsuko’s muzzle rubbed against his shirt, tiny claws digging into the leather of his jacket. The blanket fluttered to the ground. 

“Don’t…” Retsuko slurred. “Stay here.” Dewy eyes glistened up at him. “Need you. Haida, need you..!”

His muscles locked, his lungs stopped, and his heart skipped so hard he thought he had a heart attack. Sweat slicked his palms, and his throat dried. 

Did she… Did she say she needed him? She actually needed him? She chose him out of all the men she welcomed into her life! If it weren’t for the overwhelming scent threatening to choke him, he would have started crying. 

An angry huff growled below him, and he nearly jumped when Retsuko grabbed his wrist. 

“Haida..!” She wailed, fat tears swelling in her eyes. “Need you…!” 

The wanton moan shot heat to his face, so much he felt like dying. A prickle snaked through his skin. So excited about her cry for help, he didn’t hear how – wanton – the call had been. 

“Re-Retsuko!” The cry of surprise squeaked from his lips. His back bent forward when Retsuko yanked at his wrist. “Retsuko…! Wh-What are you–” 

He choked. A sigh of relief fluttered from her lips. Wetness coated his fingers, barely pressed against her hole, clenching and twitching. A bout of searing heat flared through his body at her nakedness; there were no clothes under her blanket. 

He swallowed haggardly. “Re-Retsuko…” His eyes fluttered when her hips rolled against his fingers, his breathing coming out in heady, short gasps. “Retsuko, wait–” 

“Haida. Haida, please.” A muted sigh, an impatient moan. “Haida, please, I need you.” 

Before he could stop it, he whimpered. The metal of his zipper rubbed painfully against his cock, angry and impatient, pumping precum against his boxers. Slick drenched his fingers, her hole clenching around the tips. 

A jump of shock ripped through him; tiny, hurried fingers grasped at his belt.

"Retsuko…" Haida breathed, his breath brushing her lips. When had he gotten so close? When had she leaned in so far? "Wait, you're not… you're not thinking clearly." 

Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband. 

A low groan rumbled from his throat– when had he ever made that sound? His hips buckled embarrassingly needy into her palm. Excited shivers trembled through his dick at her exploratory fingers, rubbing his glans and teasing the head through his boxers. 

"Haida, you're so hard." She cooed.

Her soft lips brushed his, and another low groan escaped his throat. His knees buckled, forcing him to lean against the door. 

Dragging him to the bed was easy for the small panda, the messed-up sheets cushioning his fall. A wild blush radiated through his face when a musky scent tickled his nose. Dizzily, he glanced to his right. 

Tangled in the pink comforter, glistening and limp, was a dildo, painted pink…. And freshly used. 

Oh God, he felt like he was going to faint. That's probably why it took so long for her to answer. He looked up, swallowing at the dizzy look of lust in Retsuko's eyes. 

"Rets-Retsuko…." He choked. "Li-Listen, you need to think about–"

Ignoring his protests, Retsuko grabbed at his pants and boxers, struggling to drag them down his legs.

"Retsuko!"

Haida blinked, and he was suddenly on top, her hands pinned beneath his own, his legs caging her thighs.

A heavy silence hovered in the thick air, muted heavy gasps flooding the room. The massive cloud in his head cleared when he shook his head, taking in a heavy shuddering breath. 

"Retsuko…" He started. "Retsuko…" He needed to tell her he couldn't. He wouldn't. He was her friend —one of her best friends. She was high off on something, and she wasn't thinking straight. "Retsuko, you need to tell me you want this." 

….. What? …..

"I can't sleep with you unless I know you want this." What was he saying?! 

"Haida," Retsuko whined, tugging at his hands. They didn't budge. "I want it! I want it, Haida!" 

He shook his head. She wasn't thinking. Her head was too messed up from whatever this was. The last thing he wanted was to wake up tomorrow and find out she didn’t want it.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the kitchen. He looked back down at her as an idea came into his head. 

He swallowed. “Retsuko, I need to get up real quick. Stay here.” 

Beneath him, the panda whined, tugging at his hold even when it didn’t budge. “Haida, I need you now! Please, I need–” 

Her lips were soft against his, needy and desperate, and pulled a low growl from his throat. He knew he’d never made that sound before , not even with past partners. 

“Stay here.” He breathed, his voice going deeper than he thought it ever would, more dominant than he thought he ever could. She mewled beneath him. “I will be right back, okay?” 

He rewarded her with a kiss when she nodded, ceasing her tugs against his hand. A thrill sang through him. He was so much stronger than her, his body harder from the visits to the gym that had turned nightly. She was so small, so soft and pliant beneath his touch. 

The sheets rustled against Haida's skin, the wooden flooring cool against his soles when he finally slid off the bed. He entered the kitchen and opened her freezer, plucking an ice cube from the tray. The chill was sharp against his hand. 

Yeah, this should work.

Retsuko was in the same position when he re-entered the room, her hands pressed and tugging at her pillow as her naked thighs squirmed against the mussed sheets. 

Haida allowed himself to look at her. Truly look at her. Another thrill danced down his spine. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her soft rounded breasts rose and fell with every breath; her perky nipples shaded a beautiful husky color, peeking from underneath her golden fur. The gentle roll of her skin pinched at the waist, swelling down smooth hips and into supple thighs, a mouth-watering mound dripping and glistening, her musky scent penetrating his nose and making him dizzy. 

God, he fucking loved her. 

An urge overtook him as the ice dripped in his hand. Something that startled him but thrilled him all the same. He wanted to tease her. To make her whine and beg before finally pumping into her heat with either his fingers or his cock. He wanted to see her squirm and fist the sheets without him having to lift a finger. 

God, what was wrong with him?

He shoved the urge away. Later, he would get back to that. Right now, he needed to wake her up from her haze. The sheets shuffled and wrapped around his knees as he climbed onto the bed. 

“Retsuko,” He whispered. The melted ice grazed her nipple. “Wake up.” 

A squeal ripped from Retsuko’s mouth, her eyes snapping wide as she squirmed. Haida watched as her eyes cleared, eyelids fluttering as she returned to reality. Confusion blinked into her eyes.

“Wh-What…?”

“There we go….” Haida sighed. “Retsuko, are you okay?” 

Her bright eyes finally laid on Haida. “H-Haida…? What-What are you doing here?” Her eyes flickered downward, panic pinning her ears to her head. “Wh-Why-Why am I n-n-n-naked?!” Her hands rushed to cover herself.

Haida’s hand gripped her wrist, and the world stopped. Seconds ticked by like minutes before they finally spoke. 

“Haida–”

“Retsuko–”

They swallowed. 

“Retsuko…” Haida muttered, swallowing past his suddenly parched throat. “I-I’m going to offer something — and it's completely up to you — but if you want….” His lungs shuddered as he sighed. “I can help you get– get off?”

A pregnant pause. 

“I-I wanted to check up on you, and then things happened, but I can’t explain right now 'cause I don’t know when you’ll get dragged into the haze again,” He rambled, the hand gripping her wrist beginning to tremble. “But, I- I know you need help, and- and I’m willing to help you in any way that I can!” He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the knuckles while staring at her lap. “It could be just for tonight if you want, but if you say yes–” His eyes finally met hers. “I’m willing to help you all night.” 

A visible shudder racked through her body, her wide pupils dilating until only a ring of that beautiful color he loved remained. A scalding blush roared against her cheeks, and her eyes were on anything but his. His fingers found her chin, and he tilted her head until her eyes landed on his, wide and teary. 

“Retsuko…” He choked. “If you don’t want this, I can leave, and we will never speak of this night again; if you want, I could forget I ever came here. But–” He swallowed again. “I need an answer.” 

Another pregnant pause. Both stared, and neither spoke. A singular tear trailed down her cheek, and Haida had half a mind to wipe it away. Finally, Retsuko looked away, and trembling fingers grabbed his sleeve. 

“I–” She choked. “I-I've never… been with a man before.” 

His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly. "Will you let me be your first?" He muttered.

A heavy swallow choked her throat before she squeaked, "Y-Yes."

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A wave of relief like no other rushed through Haida, a sigh fluttering from his lips. 

“Don’t worry,” He whispered against her lips, leaning over her and caging her between his arms. “I’ll be gentle.” 

The kiss they shared was soft and sensual. Her lips tasted sweet, and he couldn't help but nibble on the soft flesh. A gasp parted her lips, and his tongue dove through the parted seam. God, the taste was just her . 

Trembling fingers tugged at his leather jacket, the fabric bunching on the floor as Haida shrugged it off. His shirt was next, then the pants. Huffs of annoyance made Haida chuckle before he finally shifted off of his girl to remove the offending material entirely. 

A bud of pride flourished under her approving stare, her tongue poking from her mouth to lick her lips. He positioned himself above her, and her hands began to grasp at his boxers. 

He grabbed her hands. "Not yet." He whispered. "I need to make sure you can –" He choked on sudden embarrassment, "T-Take me." 

The blush on their cheeks flourished, and Haida’s hands began to tremble once again. Oh God, he was about to touch his crush of five years; he was about to show her pleasure she’s never felt before. 

Or rather, he was supposed to. 

The heartbeat in his ears suddenly sounded too much, and the shortness of his breath felt like he was drowning. Hornets buzzed and raced in his mind; words he would never say whispered in his ears.

She wants me

She needs me

She's mine to touch

Mine to hold

Make her scream

Make her beg

Make her mine

She's mine she’s mine shesmineshesmineshesmine –

His body shot backward, barely catching the rim of her mattress before he could tumble to the floor.

He couldn't do this.

"A-Ac-Actually–" He blubbered. "I j-just remembered! I had– I had something to do!" He started to scramble from the bed, the blood in his head making him dizzy. "I should go–" 

Tiny claws grabbed him, jerking him back onto the bed. They dug into his fur, pricking his skin. He froze.

"Haida," Retsuko whimpered. "Haida, please… please don't go." His heart squeezed at the smallest hiccup that jerked her shoulders. "Please! Please don't leave me!" 

"Retsuko," He couldn't look at her. If he looked at her, he would fall back into her arms. "I can't. I can't touch you like that. I-I" He choked. "I can't ruin our friendship like this." 

She went still. His heart squeezed painfully, but his eyes still darted around her messy room, never landing on her.

"What…” She whispered, her claws digging just a bit deeper. “What if I want you to?”

His heart stopped in his chest. Did she–

She must have noticed the distraught look on his face because she immediately panicked. 

“I-I-I mean–!” She squeaked. “I-I want you to-to be mi– or I want– I want you to be the person who… ta-takes my virginity. 

When Haida didn’t say anything, too wrapped up in the words screaming in his head, Retsuko gently grabbed his jaw, turning his head until their eyes met. Her fingers were trembling, her bottom lip trapped tightly between her teeth. 

“I…I want,” She sighed shakily. “I want you, Haida. Tonight, I just want you. Once this is all over, we can talk, but right now,” She kissed him softly. “I want… no… I need you.” 

Once again, Haida blinked, and he was hovering over her, her hands pinned above her. 

“Say it again.” He croaked. 

“I need you,” Retsuko whispered, her eyes staring into his. 

“Again.” His free hand glossed over her inner thigh, dipping between the cradle. 

A moan fluttered from her lips when his fingers pressed against her clit. “I-I need you…!” 

The voices in his head grew louder, whispering all those dirty words he would never say. “Again… Retsuko say it again…!”

His finger circled her clit, dipping into her hole until nectar gathered thick around his fingertips and dragged it up her slit. Another moan fluttered from her, her back twitching upward and her hips grinding into his hand. 

“H-Haida…!” She was nearly drooling, her tongue peeking past her lips as she gasped and panted. “N-Need you!”

His finger sank into her heat. Haida choked out a groan.

“You’re so fucking tight.” 

Her soft walls fluttered at his fingertip, clenching wildly as they tried to pull him deeper. Her hips ground into his hand, seeking the friction he was so desperate to give her.

His finger slowly pumped into her, the squeeze and flutter of her walls throwing the breath from his lungs. Her eyes were hooded and teary, dazed and fluttering. The haze, whatever it was, had taken her over. 

"Haida, Haida..!" She called his name like a prayer, singing praises as he pumped his finger inside of her. "Haida-"

"That's it…" He whispered, his voice husky and choked. The words spilled from his lips. "Good girl."

Her walls rippled around his fingers, sucking him deeper as she mewled, Her hips ground into his palm. A startled scoff snapped from his lungs, eyes wide with shock.

“You like that…?” Haida whispered, pumping his finger faster, just a bit. Her pussy gushed around his fingers. “You like it when I call you ‘good girl’?”

A moan high in her throat sang from her lips, her trapped hands tugging at his hold. Twitches jerked in her body, her thighs flinching and her toes curling against the crumpled blankets. A quick flick of her tongue wet her lips, and Haida couldn’t take his eyes off it. The sheen it left on the swollen flesh, plumped from bites she sank into it.

“Retsuko,” He swallowed, lowering his head. “Open your mouth.” 

Her lips fell open. Letting his tongue slip through the seam, he groaned. His hips pressed into the mattress, grinding his clothed cock against her bunched-up blankets. Soft breasts mashed against Haida, puckered nipples rubbing against his chest as she clung desperately to his body. A shudder rumbled through her skin and she mewled a cute, squeaky sound.

A jolt ripped through her skin when Haida curled his finger inside her, teasing that soft, spongy spot. The pad of his finger rubbed and prodded oh so gently, pleasure rippling like waves in a hurricane through her body. A mewl, loud and lewd tumbled from her lips.

He peeled himself from her lips, his breath heavy and gasping. His ears were pinned to his head, and his tail swished viciously against the sheets. 

"Does that feel good?" He croaked, prodding at that soft spot. She moaned and nodded. "How about this?" His thumb teased over her clit, rubbing the nub with gentle circles. "How does that feel?" 

She moaned louder, and her back dipped hard into Haida's body. Her voice was pitched and broken, tears swelling in her half-lidded eyes. "Yeah, y-yeah, feels- feels so good!" 

He shuddered, bowing his head toward her chest. He suckled on her tit, rolling his tongue around her nipple and mouthing at the flesh. A sudden need had him sucking hard on the fragile skin, no doubt leaving a bruise. 

Oh well, just another problem for the morning. 

Wanton moans spilled like nectar from her lips, thrusting her breast into his mouth and her hips into his own. Her tugs against the hand pinning her wrists strengthened until she was writhing underneath him, desperate and needy. 

He finally released her breast from his mouth. “Retsuko, where’s your lube?” 

Dew-dropped eyes blinked up at him as the words churned and registered before she tilted her head toward the bedside. “Next-Next to the… the bed…” She breathed.

He found the clear bottle, shucked off his boxers, and popped the cap. Slipping his fingers from her heat, he lathered them in the sticky liquid. She shuddered as he slipped his fingers back inside her, the lube helping for quicker, smoother thrusts against her G-spot.

He dumped more lube in his hand and smoothed it across his cock. Slick and slippery, so she felt no pain. He pressed over her, letting his forehead droop onto hers. 

"Tell me if it hurts."

She hummed and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck to press him closer. One hand, small and dainty, wrapped around his cock. A hiss shot from between his teeth. His hips followed as she guided his dick to her entrance, the mushroom head kissing her weeping hole. 

"Nice and slow." He rasped against her lips. "Nice and easy…"

Pressing forward, he shuddered as his cock head slipped further into her hole, greeted with praising flutters. He slipped in deeper and deeper, her body shuddering and choked gasps ripping from his throat. 

"Oh God," He choked. "Oh God, you feel so good." 

Finally, he pressed his hips to hers and stilled. Oh God– she was so wet. Her slick walls welcomed him, molding to his dick and trying oh so desperately to draw him further.

"Retusko–" A hot whimper fumbled from him as his hips shivered. "Retusko, it's so good..!"

She bucked up, her trembling legs hooking against his hips.

"Haida," The heated whisper painted his lips. "Haida, move." 

He nearly choked as he swallowed. Blood pumped in his ears, and clouded his brain until it was almost all he could hear. His hips trembled as they withdrew, and jolted when he sank back in. 

They started slow. Gentle thrusts that didn't stay gentle. The sweet chokehold she had on him drew him in faster, harder until the bed began to knock on the wall. His swollen balls slapped against her ass until it grew red.

One of Haida's hands left her and scrambled at the bedsheets, desperate and blind. He gripped the fabric until he swore it ripped. His other danced down her side onto her hip, gripping the supple flesh as he drove harder and faster inside her.

A deep kiss kept their moans quiet, swallowing the wanton mewls and low groans. Only when oxygen became scarce did they peel away from each other, opting for kissing the dips between the shoulder and neck or collarbones. 

"Fuck – fuck!" Haida pressed deep, grinding into her pelvis, his balls pressed against her ass. "That's it baby – take it– you take it so well." 

She moaned. Haida choked on his breath when he was suddenly flipped, air rushing from his lungs. The mattress cushioned his back, and Haida blinked owlishly at Retsuko, a small, satisfied grin on her face. Her thighs cradled his hips, small hands pressing against the smooth plane of his stomach. 

"Haida," She sighed, grinding her hips. "Oh, Haida..!" 

His hands found her waist, his fingertips dipping into her soft body, gripping her tight as she bounced on his cock. A lopsided pillow cradled his head as his hips greeted her’s thrust for thrust, grinding her clit with a persistent thumb. Blankets tangled with his thrashing tail until it nearly couldn’t move. 

“Fuck – f-fuck..!” Haida groaned, sending a sharp, heavy thrust that had Retsuko squealing. “Retsuko, I’m gonna cum-” 

Heavy gasping settled on his neck, soft lips placing a trembling kiss on the nape. 

“Inside,” Haida’s brain short-circuited. “Inside me, please, Haida!” 

Someone in his brain was screaming, protesting about doing such a thing to his lust-drunk best friend. It prattled on about the danger, about how wrong it was. 

It was wrong, but god damnnit was it hot. 

He gripped her tight and flipped them again. Gathering Retusko in his arms, he tilted her until she lay arched under him. 

"Retusko," He gasped in her pinned ear. He mouthed at the sensitive skin as it twitched. "Retsuko, tell me if it hurts."

A soft confused hum left Retsuko before he gripped her tighter. Heavy, forceful thrusts slapped her skin and ripped a whorish scream from her sore throat. Little claws scrambled at his back, gripping the skin and dragging under his fur. Flares of pain swelled. 

Haida growled. "Fuck- keep doing that. Just like that, baby." Molten heat bubbled under his skin. "Oh God – c-coming…!"

His body shuddered; his dick twitched and his balls drew up. A choked gasp scratched his throat as he came, spilling into her, pressed as close as they possibly could. She moaned and trembled as she found her release, tongue hanging limp from her lips, and her eyes rolling into her head. Her eyes fluttered shut. He bucked into her, prolonging the sweet torture until it ebbed away.

They stayed like that; pressed together like they were sculpted from the same block of clay. Haida could feel every shuddering breath she breathed, and he had no doubt she could feel the same. His heart pounded so hard it hurt his ears. 

Finally, he shifted, moving to lean on trembling arms. He moaned at the sight beneath him.

Blurry eyes fluttered up at him, a single arm slung above her head, swollen lips red and parted. Perky breasts rose and fell with her sputtering breath, and her ears barely flicked, droopy with pleasure.

His limp dick twitched inside her, and her walls trembled, a soft moan flushing from their lips.

"God," He breathed. He pressed his forehead against her. "Oh, God."  

A sweet kiss shared between them. Lips and tongue slid together like puzzle pieces. Droopy hands lay against his neck, rubbing the back like a massage.

Her hips shifted, and Haida gasped. Sluggish tilts of her hips ground his dick in her walls, fluttering at the welcome feeling. He began to swell and harden once again. His dick trembled, the warm walls suddenly too much for his sensitive tip.

"Retusko…" God, he sounded whiny. "Retusko, what are you-"

"Again." Her lips brushed him sweetly. "Again, Haida. I need more."

He moaned weakly. Of course, he should have realized that one round wasn't going to satisfy her. If she was riding her dildo before he even came here-

Wait.

He quickly looked around, finding the pink silicone bundled and twisted in the blankets, teetering on the edge of the bed.

"Retusko," He slowly rose. "Give me a second." 

She frowned and growled, but silenced with a stern look. She huffed and grumbled. Twisting at the waist, he snatched the dildo, his breath stuttering at the girth. God, it was almost as big as his. 

"Baby," The word tumbled from his mouth, but he didn't think to correct it, she seemed to like it anyways; she sighed when he said it. "Be a good girl for me," He found some toy cleaner at the edge of the bed, cleaning the dildo before lifting it for her eyes. Her breath stuttered, and she licked her lips. "And ride this, ride it like you were before I came." 

Trembling limbs scrambled for purchase on the bed and snatched the silicone toy. After a quick shift, with Haida at the headboard and Retsuko in the middle, she placed the dildo on the mattress. 

Haida couldn't help but moan. Bending at the waist, Retsuko licked at the tip like a kitten and milk. Saliva dripped like slick from her tongue, wetting the dildo as she dragged it across the length. 

"Good girl…" Haida growled, his hand slipping down to massage his cock. Fuck, this was hot. "Put it in your mouth, suck on it, get it nice and wet. Suck it like you would my cock." 

A whorish moan fluttered from her throat, and mere seconds later, the dildo disappeared between her lips, nearly to the base. 

"Oh God…" Haida's hand wrapped around his dick, hissing at the sensitivity. "Fuck, baby, that's a good girl."

 She suckled on the silicone, drool slipping down the side. Swirling against the tip one last time, she lifted from the dildo, shuffling until her swollen vulva split across the tip.

“Nice and easy, Retsuko.” His thighs shivered as he slowly stroked himself, none too eager to finish too early. “Take it like you were.” 

A drunken nod and she pressed herself onto the toy. Haida watched as it disappeared, inch by inch, Retusko’s hips stuttering and her breaths hitching until she hit the base, grinding onto it with a sigh. She barely gave herself a moment before she was bouncing on it, arching her back and bucking in near desperation. 

“Haida, Hai-Haida!” She keened as she hit her sweet spot. “Haida feels… feels so good!” 

His ears pinned, drunk on lust and he lunged for her, snatching her chin. Stuttering with a gasp, Retsuko watched him with wide, hazy eyes. 

“That’s right.” He snarled. His free hand grappled at her hip, shoving her down onto the dildo. She squealed. “My cock is the one to make you feel good, isn’t it? You get off imagining you’re riding my cock, even when you just did minutes ago?” 

Incoherent babbles mumbled and blubbered from her slack mouth, shivering as Haida bounced her on the dildo. Supple thighs shivered with the extra pressure, shaking and trembling, slick and wet. Her arousal shone like crystals on her thighs. 

“Haida…!” His name sang from her lips like prayer. “Haida..!”

“That’s a good girl.” He kissed her with tongue. 

Taking his hand from her hip, he twirled her clit on his thumb, pinching it tightly between his fingers. He pried himself from her lips, dipping to her chest, and slipped a perky nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping. Retsuko thrashed and wailed, clawing at his shoulder, Her ears pinned tight to her head, and her cute little tail shivered and wagged. 

“Oh — Oh, Haida -!” She wiggled in his hands. “‘m  gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum!”

He popped off her nipple. “Go ahead, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”  

Grinding her hips onto the dildo, she squealed and tensed, going rigid in his hold as she found her release once again. Whimpers fumbled from her lips, and her thighs shivered. Haida bounced her on the dildo, prolonging her release, teasing the last drops until she went limp. Little cries squeaked as she heaved, gripping weakly onto Haida’s shoulders, her head pressed against his nape. 

Delicately, Haida lifted her from the dildo, hushing her when she whined. The toy flopped onto the bed, wet and glistening with pearly arousal and cum. Haida grabbed it, keeping Retsuko tucked into his side. 

He couldn’t help himself. Placing his tongue on the toy, he lapped up the nectar. He groaned. “You taste so good, baby.” 

Retsuko moaned weakly, kneading at his skin as he dutifully cleaned the toy and placed it somewhere on the bed. Keeping her tucked into his body, he gathered the blankets and shifted them until they lay on the bed, bringing the blanket over them. 

He probably should buy some morning-after pills. He should get up and run to a nearby 24-7 store, pick up a packet, and rush back before the morning even came. 

Retsuko sighed at the cool touch of the blanket, snuggling deep into his side. 

Oh well, there’s always the morning. 

Placing a soft kiss on her temple, Haida snuggled into the blanket, wrapping his arms tight around his girl, and welcomed sleep. It’s a good thing he won’t have to work tomorrow.

….Right?