Nomax shifted his weight, Tabby sitting before him, though she was only drinking a soft drink, something fizzy and sweet. He knew what it was as she’d let him try a bit and some part of the canine anthro had wondered just how it would have tasted if coming from her lips. But that thought had made him feel all hot and bothered under his fur when he was not sure that he should have been thinking about the woman before him in that way.

“You okay, Nomax?”

She smiled and his heart turned over again. It was so easy to get lost in her brown eyes, spots of hazel deep inside, though he could see them more clearly when she was wearing contact lenses rather than her glasses. Her dark brown hair could have been black in the right light, hanging down to her shoulders and sharply cut, contrasting the softness of her facial features and the laughter lines around her eyes. If there was one thing that came easily to Tabby, it was her smile.

Around them, grabbing a quick bite to eat after the Dealer’s Den had closed, the convention was in full swing, other people in full fursuit thrumming around, moving amongst one another like the flow of a river that understood the course that it was to take. Many knew one another and the rest were open to conversation as it found them – mostly. Furries from all walks of life came to conventions like that, but that the African Wild Dog in their midst was not eating while everyone else at the table was sating themselves was not seen as a strange thing.

He sweated nervously, the pads on his paws moister than he would have liked, squirming in place, trying not to sit on his tail. That he was a furry at a furry convention… That was not strange. That he was an actual furry, one that was a real African Wild Dog at a furry convention? Now, that was the strange part. Yet Nomax could only say that he’d found the community so welcoming and accepting online, when he had simply been an entity behind a computer screen, that to not progress to the next natural step, finding out what more was out there for fun and friendship, would have been more confusing still for him.

At least others there thought that he was merely wearing a fursuit, though he never quite knew what to say about the comments that it was such a realistic one. A bashful smile and a shrug and, well, he did his best to avoid talking too much in public, though that was difficult enough when all he wanted was to be involved in every event, to watch every panel. He didn’t even take his lanyard off, complete with all his favourite self-designed and commissioned tags, when he crashed into bed, saddened by the fact that it was nearing the last night of the con.

Tabby and her friends, who she had introduced him to, had all gotten on like a house on fire, though Nomax didn’t quite think that that saying worked as well as they thought. It was good though to be around light-hearted people, even if they didn’t know that he was really an anthro, the kind of people that made him feel like the convention was even more of an escape from reality than it already was.

“We’re having a little get-together tonight, a mini room party.”

Sarah caught his attention, cheeks dimpling as she smiled.

“Do you want to come?” She chuckled, rubbing the side of her face and removing a touch of concealer. “Are you going to be in fursuit? I bet we can get some great pics of you if we go out for a late walk!”

He could only nod, for it was hard to make it sound as if his voice was coming out of the mouth of a suit and not his own, for his lips moved far more than even the most realistic suits out there on the market. But he could mimic a suit and part his jaws in a smile, letting them all know, at the very least, that he was game for something quieter. Besides, it would be nice to take things down a level, for even helping Tabby out in the Dealer’s Den had been tricky to do with a layer of fur covering him, though he had drawn more people to her table. That could only be a good thing, the canine dipping into the shower and finding food for himself, in his room, of course, before the hour got too late.

Still, he could not stop the squirming feeling in the pit of his stomach as he paused before the door, voices rising inside. It was a suite, something that a couple of them, including Tabby, had pooled together to afford, though it did allow them more room to store fursuits and the like. Nomax smiled at the memory of fursuiting last night with her, Tabby in her cute silver tabby cat costume (hence her chosen name), and how the lights had glanced off the lake. She’d been adorable even then, but the dog could not have said quite why he’d fallen for her.

A crush? Well, he’d had those before. Even someone like him could not lean too far away from the warmth spreading through his body, lifting him up and making things noticeably brighter merely when he was around her.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked – and then the party was in full swing. They welcomed him in, grabbing his arms and paws lightly, though everyone was so gentle with him as they thought he was still in the suit. No one wanted to damage what they thought was an exceptionally high-quality suit, though he was more than happy to share hugs and more, dressed just as they were in jeans and a T-shirt (furry branded, of course) and a grey hoodie that he’d lent to Tabby the other night. It still smelled a little bit like her, the fruity spice of the perfume that she dabbed at her neck.

“Are you ever going to tell us where you got this suit?” A guy that he didn’t know, though had seen in passing, said, rocking back on his heels to admire Nomax, though the dog had to fight not to squirm uncomfortably. “It’s amazing… I don’t even know how they did all the detail in the fur!”

Blushing discreetly, Nomax waved him off, eyes roaming over the people remaining there. The suite was a good size, but a handful of people filled it nicely with comfortable activity, music playing from a furry band, and everything relaxed and easy-going, exactly the vibe that he wanted there.

He didn’t want to think that Tabby was sitting so close to him for any particular reason, but it was impossible not to notice how close she was, her arm brushing up against his every time she reached for a drink. That time, she had an alcoholic beverage, something fruity and light that slipped down her throat easily, not being one for harder liquor. He might have gone for mixed drinks himself, though everyone said that he had to let them know if he had too much or if he didn’t want alcohol, even though it was Tabby who fed the straw into his maw. It was surprising to be assisted to drink but even she still thought he had a fursuit…or so he thought.

The alcohol eased the edges of inhibitions and allowed courage to surface when it may not have otherwise been present, conversation flowing so easily between them all that Nomax forgot that he tried to limit talking. It was simply too easy to laugh with Tabby, her shoulder bumping into his, his tail even lifting and wagging, freed from its position between his body and the back of the sofa where they were seated.

“Hey…”

Jade, an artist that he knew in the fandom and had been exceedingly flattered to meet, leaned in towards him, her brow furrowed.

“Your… Your tail just moved. I thought that was just supposed to hang? You didn’t say that it had that function?”

He sucked in a breath and tried not to tense, holding his maw slightly parted to give the impression that he was controlling the jaw of it too, though his heart pounded viciously.

“Yes… Ah… I swapped it out for another one. I can do the ears too!”

That might not have been the best thing to claim but, well, there was little more that he could do in a moment like that, panting lightly, his tongue fluttering within his maw. Yet alcohol made him forget about the little things that he had been trying to hide for the whole convention, showing them a little too obviously how much his ears could swivel back and forth. The praise, however, softened the edges of his demeanour, forgetting himself, tongue lolling out.

“Whoa, that’s so cool!”

It was a small group to accidentally reveal himself too, though Tabby looked at him strangely, a hand on his thigh. That might not have been so strange if he had been in fursuit, but he felt everything even through his jeans, her touch setting off an electric tingle pulsing through him, itching and coursing.

“Nomax…”

There was a flush in her cheeks as she leaned in but there was something there that the African Wild Dog did not think was due to the alcohol. Everyone else had gotten bored of teasing him, having seen so many fursuits during the convention, but the four of them were still there, in the background.

Nomax didn’t see that, whimpering and squirming, trying to pull away even though he knew too that he had to stay where he was. That was because it was where Tabby was, wearing her cat ears, the dog unable to think of anything besides simply how adorable she was with them on. She’d look cute to him no matter what she wore.

But what he did not expect was for her lips to brush his cheek, feeling the fur, though there was more behind the kiss than even he expected. He felt the warmth of her gasp against his cheek just as she felt the warmth of him beneath the fur, something soft and tactile and so very real that he could not deny it.

Nomax gulped and held a paw up to his lips, one finger there, eyes pleading. “Shush”, the gesture said, though his eyes flicking back and forth anxiously could have conveyed that all on their own. Tabby sat back, wide-eyed, but something had been revealed to them that could not be taken back, the reality of him being a real anthro at a furry convention out in the open – or at least between them.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She hissed, though it was hard for Tabby to keep her excitement under wraps, leaning in close, lips quirking up already in a breathless smile. “You could have said! And what are you doing at a furry con if you’re… If you’re…”

But she couldn’t get the words out as she ran her hands over his fur, his coat, the fluff of it, playing through the markings wondrously. Tabby giggled, hardly able to believe it herself, fingers pressed over her lips.

“Jeez, Nomax… And I thought you were running around in a suit all the time! It’s a good thing that I didn’t ask you to take your head off! I thought you were more comfortable in it and didn’t want to make you feel put out!”

The dog blinked, head working more slowly than usual. He didn’t want to leave her hanging but his tongue was thick in his mouth, flickering against his teeth. Pausing for time, he grabbed his drink, turning his head a little so that the others could not see how he pursed his lips around the straw. There was no need to hide it from Tabby anymore anyway.

“Why would you ask me to take my head off?”

She grinned, though he wasn’t so sure that he recognised the look in her eye.

“So that I could kiss you… Is that so strange?”

He blinked, his lower jaw falling slack, but it was most certainly Tabby who took the lead that time, filling in the space between them with her words and her body. Her lips were on his before he had a chance to react, breath catching, head tipping back as she pressed over him. Whereas he was wearing his grey hoodie, Tabby only had a light T-shirt on, and Nomax was more than easily able to feel the curves of her body as his paws lifted, nervously, to her sides. It felt right though, even though he didn’t want to push things too far too fast, hardly aware of what he was doing as she kissed him, tongue flickering up to his lips.

It was strange to kiss a human, though the canine had done so before. Maybe that was why he’d been so hesitant to go out on a limb and push on into something more, even if it was just a bit of fun. Who was to know? He wasn’t, most certainly, teetering on the precipice of something greater than the two of them, tilting his head a little so that their lips could more easily come up against one another.

Half in his lap, Tabby quivered, trepidation in her too, despite her being bolder than him. It would have been strange if she’d thrown all manner of caution, who she was in the heart of her being, to the wind, still the same woman that he had stirrings of a crush for. Nomax swallowed, his lips parting, showing her how anthros could kiss too with a fluttering pulse of his tongue brushing sensually and sweetly up against hers.

What he didn’t expect was how that sensation alone made his stomach jump, flipping over, twisting within him.

Oh…

“Uh-oh, look out, lovebirds over here.”

Dimly, Nomax was aware of the rest of the group tittering lightly, though there was no ill-feeling or will behind it. He probably wouldn’t have been friends with them if they had been like that, though he wanted to pause, to explain things to them, to let the secret out good and proper. It was wrong to hide it from them, he understood that now that Tabby had accepted him as he was, but it was as wrong to him to stop kissing Tabby, drawing her in against his chest with a groan that rose from the depths of his soul.

Sometimes, no words were needed and that was something that he had learned more and more in recent days at the convention, often mute to keep his secret, but loving every second of it. Yet being with Tabby right there and then would forever remain the highlight of Nomax’s very first convention, the warmth of her body melding softly up against his as if the curves of both of them had been meant to fit together.

Was that too sweet and sappy? Nomax could not find it in himself to care, groaning lightly into her mouth, lost in the moment. It was not unheard of for things to “kick off” in a good way, as they were for them, at parties, but Nomax had not expected it, his mind roaring with lust that could not be controlled, for the woman in his arms leaned into him even more passionately. What were the two of them to do, after all, when such inclinations matched up so perfectly, heartbeats racing harder and faster, the canine blushing as his paws sweated all over again?

“Come on…”

He didn’t want to look up, the others talking, his ears folded back, no longer caring to even do anything to pretend that he was someone other than who he was. He couldn’t, not with Tabby in his arms, cradled so very close that he felt every tiny shift of weight in her body, her soft thighs slipping to either side of his legs as he leaned back.

“Let’s give them some privacy, I want to check out the dance anyway. Can you guys get it together by, say, eleven, hm? Or at least get in the bedroom…”

That had to be Sarah, but he couldn’t stop kissing her, his paws on her hips, lost in the moment. Tabby clearly felt the same, though she hunched in closer to him, gripping his hoodie with both hands as if she was afraid that he would take the wrong kind of hint and leave. But Nomax wasn’t going anywhere that she wasn’t in any kind of hurry, not as they broke the kiss briefly, Tabby’s warm breath washing over his muzzle, before coming back together again.

The others shuffled out, the two of them barely aware of them leaving. What did they need to worry about anyway with them making good their exit?

“Dude, did that suit look really realist to you?”

“Come on, if he wanted to tell us, he would have, let the guy be…”

“But seriously…”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

His secret was safe but that was not even something that Nomax was most concerned about as he pressed his lips desperately to Tabby’s, head spinning with the intoxication of her. He wanted her, even though he didn’t know quite how he felt about her, not yet, but that didn’t matter when she was so close to him. There was something in them right there and then that needed the other intimately and that was good enough for them, coming together as Tabby slid her hands up under his shirt.

Nomax blushed shyly and half-turned away as she lifted his hoodie, revealing him as he was. He had not gone around topless, of course, during the convention, but his T-shirt stuck to the inside of his hoodie, peeling off at the same time, revealing the cream of his belly, the tan and black markings that were typical of his species. He could not have said quite how he had become an anthro, what with how the gene was or was not present through society, but his muscles were strong and taut beneath his fur, lean but not wasting an inch of fat.

She sucked in a tiny breath, a smile on her lips that was more devious than he had before given her credit for.

“I wanted to see if you, you know, might be into me… But I didn’t think you’d be like this, really. You should have said something, Nomax.”

She might have appeared to be reprimanding him but her hand caressing his cheek, wondrously stroking his muzzle, was too sweet to be denied. Without his shirt, wondering just how he’d gotten there, Nomax whimpered, a more canine-like sound than he had made his entire time at the con rising from his lips.

He'd never expected her to lead so confidently but, despite the others being present to start with, Tabby proved to be no shy wallflower. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and how to lead him down the same path, kissing down the line of his jaw, the trembling fur of his neck. There was nothing off-limits as she squirmed against him, encouraging him too with little murmurs and half-formed sentences to caress her also, to explore her as she explored him.

Nomax gulped when her wandering fingers reached his jeans, but he obligingly lifted his hips, despite his hesitation. It was not too fast, not for him, her kisses still lingering in dancing memory on his lips, yet it was unexpected. Maybe he would not have eased on so far without the alcohol, his naturally more reserved nature getting the better of him, but that only meant that it was just as well that he had Tabby there to let him see what he was not going to miss out on.

To say that it was romance would have been a step too far, but it was a kind of exploration that could have gone either way as Tabby revealed the bulge of his shaft showing through his underwear. For, of course, Nomax had a sheath just like any other African Wild Dog, his shaft trying to push its way out even as his blue and white boxer briefs kept it neatly in place. He had thought that they looked good on him that morning when he’d donned them but worried about what Tabby would think, whether there was something else that she may have liked…

His mind, however, could not carry on down that line of thought as she, once again, took charge, drawing her T-shirt up and over her head, revealing her bra, the smooth whiteness of her skin. Considering that the convention was in the Autumn, her summer tan had surely faded by that time, and he whimpered excitedly, not able to stop himself from licking his lips, tongue lashing out against the side of his muzzle.

“Easy there, boy…”

Grinning, she fluttered her eyelashes at him, though Tabby did not want to hold back her curiosity over him for a moment longer, or so it seemed. Later, Nomax would wonder whether she had suspected something “different” about him all along, but the throbbing of his shaft would not be denied even as she eased her jeans down too, dropping into her underwear, just like him.

It was both a vulnerable and a powerful position to be in, nearly nude with a woman that made the blood rush to all the right places of his body. Nomax did not know what to think but he knew how to follow as she took his paw and led him to the bedroom off from the main living area of the suite. That there were clothes on the bed did not matter to them as they tumbled into the mess of it, kissing fervently, tongues tangling, working out better that time how a muzzle was to come together with lips.

Still, he was naked, pushed back on the bed, marvelling at his nudity as Tabby waited, looking him over so very obviously. Her eyes roamed him hungrily and he could not have said that he was not doing the same for her, the heave of her breasts showing softly through her bra, but his sheath was plumping out, his paws up by his head. He was not the kind of dog to beg but he was placed such, vulnerable, his shaft peeking out of his sheath in a light touch of further exposure, where there was absolutely nowhere to hide in his nudity.

The canine shivered. It was what he wanted, tongue lolling out, Tabby kissing his jaw, pressing in close.

“Oh, Nomax…”

Her energy could not be contained, like the bulge of his shaft, Nomax whining as his cock was revealed, pushing fully from his sheath, balls breathing a little easier without his underwear to constrain them. He found himself on his back, Tabby over him, smiling as she fumbled with her bra for a moment to reveal her breasts. Her sigh of relief was palatable in the air.

“Ah… That’s better. But…” She dropped her eyes to his cock, a red canine length that practically begged attention, fingers twitching. “May I?”

Nomax parted his lips but all that came out was a strangled grunt, the insides of his black ears heating up, trying again.

“Y-yes… Oh, god…”

That was all Tabby had needed to take the lead, to fold her fingers around his length, exploring him, one hand stroking his legs, marvelling at the thick plushness of his fur. But his shaft throbbed into her hand in a way that made the dog’s head spin, Nomax gasping, slumping down into the bed. A pair of jeans twisted under the small of his back and yet he could not find the will in him to get them out of such an uncomfortable position, heart hammering, each throb of his cock betraying his arousal.

The slightest hint of pre-cum glimmered at the head of his shaft and it seemed that Tabby’s curiosity could be held back no more, comically still wearing her cat ears, although they had been knocked askew. She suckled the tip of his length into her mouth curiously, taking more and more, feeling out the shape of him with her lips and tongue as his tongue lolled out, panting heavily. It was more than he had had in many months, many months indeed, and there was something about her that made him want to keep going and going, a growl rising up from the back of his throat.

Her eyes met his, cheekily dark with flirtatious glee.

“Oh, I think someone likes that…”

Nomax whimpered, but she made it easy for him, the moment not one that either of them had to worry about. Her hand closed around the base of his shaft, where the unformed knot lay, and she sucked him deep again, drawing back only to let her tongue play around the more tapered tip, scooping up any pre-cum that lingered there and swallowing it readily. That in itself was erotic, the canine’s cock rock-hard and ready for more, his furry balls churning faintly, aching as if he was going to lose control already.

And yet he couldn’t, wanting to, at the very least, savour the moment, how it felt for her tongue to swirl around the head of his dick, his paws shakily going to her head. Nomax’s fingers ran through her hair, combing it out, and Tabby leaned into his touch, even though there was a distinct scent in the air, rising sweetly. He doubted that she was able to smell it, as a human, but her arousal was not something that either her body or her mind was trying to hide, his shaft throbbing inside her mouth all the more desperately.

Could he hold it? She had him too tight, squeezing his length. Oh, she had to know that he was close, her head bobbing more and more quickly along his cock, taking it deep, even pressing the very tip into the back of her throat before pulling back. He didn’t want her to gag, of course not, but the pleasure made his head spin and pound, her hand tightening around his knot as it plumped up.

He had to do it, had to come, barking out a warning to her as his abs tightened and he curled up, half-sitting, lost in the moment. Nomax might have expected her to pull back but her passion was still high enough to keep him inside her mouth as spurt after surprisingly powerful spurt (it was a canine thing, to be fair) filled her mouth, her cheeks plumping as if she was trying to hold it all there. Yet her curiosity would have to be satisfied, in that regard, another day, as she swallowed it down, a little trickle of seed leaking out the corner of her lips.

It was a moment shared between them, however, in the heat of panting lust, Nomax tried to roll his hips up to her, caught in the moment of passion unlike any other. He had to rest though, collapsing to the bed, his cock remaining harder but not fully hard, her tongue swirling around sensitive flesh.

“Ah… Wait…” he groaned, waving her off, a shaky laugh breaking his lips. “I need…a break…”

At least she heard that, chuckling as she drew back from him, licking her lips, fingers exploring his nuts, though they were too sensitive in the aftermath, though not as much as his shaft. That would soften in time, retracting into his sheath, but Tabby had a look in her eye that still promised a little more.

“Come on…” she purred like the cat that was her fursona, a little wiggle of her hips showing off how her underwear pushed into the damp folds of her sex. “Maybe I can see too what that tongue of yours can do?”

She was not infatuated with him, but she most certainly wanted to play, to enjoy the last night of the con – and there was nothing else that Nomax could have wanted as she knelt astride his head. He tugged her panties to the side under her bidding, shivering with delight, and nuzzled into her sex, his sensitive nose catching her scent and claiming it for his own.

Scent was more important to him than some may have thought, sucking in greedy gulps of breath as his shaft grew hard again, tongue playing through her folds and into her sex. It was much longer than a human tongue and more flexible too, able to scoop and pull against her soft passage, slurping up her arousal as if it was a fine treat to him. With a growl that surprised even Nomax, the canine pressed up to her even more urgently, his paws clinging to her thighs, groping her buttocks, underwear sliding down. It was never meant to hide her away from him anyway.

“Ah… Yes…”

She moaned, adjusting the angle of her hips for more still, the canine under her swirling his tongue around and around her clit. Oh, he had had partners before, of course, but never one quite like her, never a woman who pushed on, knowing what she wanted so adamantly. And yet Nomax never felt at all forced, not even in the smallest of ways, each hot breath tingling over her pussy, the folds of her sex practically dripping with her arousal.

“Mmm… No, no… No, don’t get me off, I want…” Tabby arched, grinding down onto his nose with a throaty groan. “Ohhh… I want you inside me…when I do…”

That was something that the dog most certainly could do, his cock hard and ready again, knot half-soft. That would have to do in that regard for he couldn’t make it deflate quickly, not after going for a second round so soon. He panted heavily, licking his lips, tail trying to wag under him even as Tabby reached to the side.

“Here…” She dug around in the bedside drawer, not taking long at all to find what was needed as, to be fair, it was mostly empty in a hotel room. “Put… Put this on…”

She moaned, lying back on the bed with her legs spread, fingering her clit. In his paws, what she passed to him, was a condom, and that was one thing that Nomax could confidently tear the packaging of, his fingers spread to allow it to slide over his length, up on his knees. It might have been intended for a human but, thankfully, the stretch of it was just the same, fitting nicely over his knot. When the time came, the seal would be fixed and firm, with no chance of anything happening that they didn’t want to occur.

He kissed her, covering her body with his, going more with the moment than he had before. He may have been in the top position, but the woman was the one who led, fingers curling around to the back of his neck as her legs bent back. The tip of his cock quested for entry at her pussy and it was Tabby who reached down to rub a little of her arousal, the slickness of it, over the head of his shaft and the condom, easing it just a little. But not even Nomax needed her to help guide him inside, a smooth, slow roll of his hips doing the trick nicely for him, their breath catching, shaft easing inside.

It was gentle and it was sweet, but her body accepted him so lightly that he could not help but thrust, more and more confident that she would be able to take the strokes of his cock. It was raw and it was carnal, the two of them guided by lust and whatever it was that their “liking” for each was.

None of that mattered as his shaft plunged into her, Tabby groaning, her knees drawn up towards her chest with a bend in her leg, but not pushed all the way back. Without thinking, the canine moved further over her, lips rumbling as he let loose a growl, her legs resting against his arms.

“Ooof…” she moaned, panting, her lips parted. “Ah… Oh, god… Harder, Nomax, harder!”

He could only do as she willed, letting her legs tuck up higher, his inner elbow pressing behind her knee as her legs went back more and more. He’d never thought he could thrust that deep before, but it was intoxicating merely to keep going, driving into her soft folds, again and again, the sound of their lewd passion filling the bedroom.

They could not resist, warmed up and ready to go, Tabby panting and twisting under Nomax, but he could only keep thrusting as his half-formed knot ground up against her clit with every stroke of his shaft into her. She clung to him, fingers digging in painfully, but such an expression of passion was only fit for the moment as she howled out her pleasure, ecstasy washing over her. He was vaguely aware of her pussy tightening around him, his tail wagging in turn, but he could not stop, would not stop, thrusting and thrusting, carrying her through her trembling climax.

His knot tried to swell but he was not ready for it yet, pushing into her, each grinding thrust bringing with it a fresh wave of pleasure. It was raw and it was carnal and she begged for it even more desperately as she clung to him, to the point that not even Nomax could tell if her climax was over or not. Maybe she was just getting off repeatedly, her breathless cries occasionally carrying his name, not that there was anything more coherent than that in them.

It was not the alcohol but passionate lust, something more that tied them together, even if what they had there was one night of fun – it would be a night of fun that changed his relationships with people, all for the better, and his relationship with the fandom too. It would bring things into a new light with every stroke of his cock plunging deep into her, knot teasing her clit, showing him that it was okay, sometimes, to be a little bolder.

Nomax growled, caught up in the moment, ears splaying out, thrusting harder than ever. His paws scooped under her buttocks, lifting her slightly for a better angle, the woman putty in his paws as he gave in to something more akin to feral instinct. Neither of them wanted him to stop as she tried to buck up against him but found herself deliciously helpless, the canine thrusting and thrusting, hips slapping into her thighs with every deep pound.

“Oh… Ohhh!”

Tabby dug her fingers into his arm, pulling him in, and he caught her lips with his in a clumsy, messy kiss that the two of them would remember differently, tongues tangled in a passionate dance. Sex was sex and yet there was still that ultimate high for him, plunging his knot inside her to allow it to swell, stretching her pussy divinely, Tabby shuddering against him in the best of ways.

Yet the dog could not hold back and would not as he thrust and thrust, groaning into her mouth, their messy kiss sending his pulse racing. He could not thrust with long, deep strokes but stayed as deep as he could with his knot inflating, locking them together – and then there was no going back as the bliss of orgasm exploded over him.

It stripped away all else, heat bearing through, spurt after spurt of cum flowing into her. There would be no chance of a single drop of his seed escaping even if he was not wearing a condom, though there was a part of him that wished too that there could be better safe sex without a condom. It was good that Tabby had pushed it into his paw though, moaning into her mouth, their kiss breaking as he buried his snout down into the crook of her neck.

The moment was peaceful, stretching out between them, Nomax filling the condom even while they imagined that it was more, spilling into her, feeling their bodies coming together skin to skin. But it was the right thing to do and that could not be helped, not even as he rolled his shoulders back, orgasm pulsing on, his tail lifting and wagging faintly, a canine expression of joy.

Under him, Tabby giggled breathlessly, a shaky hand coming up to his muzzle, though he had to move back to allow her legs to release, too tight up where her thighs had been borne nearly back to her chest.

“Wow… I’m glad I went for it then! You…” She laughed again, clearly dizzy and light-headed. “Just wow.”

The aftermath was not for such things but for recovering as they panted, chests heaving, coming back to themselves once more. Alcohol may have lingered in their bodies, but the satisfying exhaustion of sex was a sweeter intoxicant altogether, Nomax holding Tabby to him as he rolled onto his side with his knot still plunged inside her. It would have to stay there until it truly softened, for he wouldn’t have wanted to hurt her in any way by pulling out too soon.

Lifting her leg to hook it around his hip, Tabby nestled in close, sleep tugging at her. One thing was certain for the two of them and that was their time together would be one of the best memories of their convention experience. At least for that year.

Murmuring under his breath, the canine licked his lips.

Who knew what he would be bold enough to do at the next con, after all…