Jev woke to the feeling of soft skin beneath his hand. Cyd stirred slightly as he moved, but she seemed still fast asleep. Gently he squeezed her soft breast, then carefully moved her hair to one side to plant soft kisses against the crook of her neck. She crooned softly.
"Well, isn't that a nice way to wake up?"
In response, she pressed her body back against his. Through his shorts, he could feel his morning wood cradling between her cheeks. Slowly she began grinding her hips.
"Seems like
someone
finally got over their little tryst with Sam yesterday."
She reached around behind herself, grabbing at his waistband, trying to pull it down, with little success. He wriggled himself free of his clothing, endeavouring to lose physical contact with her as little as possible during the process, and resumed his place behind her. She gave a low, throaty chuckle.
"You're right. It is better without all that pesky clothing in the way."
Jev's hand came to rest on her breast again. While her breasts as a wolf were massive — easily the size of his head — as a human, they were just a bit more than a handful. They were, however, perky and nicely sensitive, judging by Cyd's reaction to his massaging them and teasing the nipples. He brought his hand down to the cleft of her legs, teasing around the outside of her lips, but Cyd wasn't having it. She grabbed his hand with hers, guiding his hand over her slit and pressing his finger inside her. As he took the hint and began thrusting his finger within her, she resumed her grinding against him, moaning in pleasure as the movement compounded his. Her other hand rose to her side, pulling, massaging, and tweaking at her breast.
She broke away from him, suddenly and unexpectedly, rolling to face him. She had a predatory grin, and for a moment he could see the wolf bubbling to the top. She practically leapt from her spot, rolling him on his back as she straddled him, her mouth meeting his hungrily. Their tongues duelled as she reached down between them to feel his cock. She gave him a few tentative strokes before lining herself up and burying himself within her. She grabbed his hand, the one that had been within her, and began furiously suckling on his fingers, savouring her own taste as she locked eyes with him, and then began bouncing on his cock with wild abandon. She guided his still-wet fingers to her breast, encouraging him to tease at her nipples and she threw back her head, enjoying the feelings coursing through her body. Jev, however, wasn't about to let her have all of the fun.
As she started her upstroke, Jev shifted violently. Cyd's eyes widened in surprise as she was suddenly thrown down against the bed. Jev took advantage of her surprise, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed with the weight of his body as he started to thrust inside her. She growled in satisfaction as he began to find a rhythm, her eyes locked into his, wordlessly demanding he continue harder, faster. Lurid slaps filled the room as Jev grit his teeth, forcing his release to stay at bay until he saw her give. Finally, Cyd broke eye contact, her eyes clenching shut and screaming loudly as an orgasm rolled over her. Her muscled legs wrapped around him pulling him deep within as her inner muscled milked at him. He allowed himself to release, firing shot after shot of his come deep within her. As the wave of her orgasm passed, she laid back, panting with exertion.
"Now that's an even better way to wake up."
He pulled himself free from her, collapsing beside beside her on the bed.
"And if all goes to plan, that'll be my last time getting laid as a full Garnacan."
He smiled at her as she snuggled in closer, his arm nestling between her breasts.
"Guess me and the other girls are gonna need to plan something special for when you're made a citizen, then. Gotta welcome you to our folds... Er... The fold."
The smug expression on her face made clear the pun was no accident. He smiled, gently slapping her butt as he started to rise.
"Suppose we should get up."
"Probably. You forgot something here, though."
"Oh?"
She jumped at him again, kissing him fiercely and wrapping her arms around his neck. After a moment she pulled away, still holding him in her arms.
"I'm glad you stayed."
He got up, grabbed tissues to clean up the mess they'd made of themselves, and then got dressed. Cyd shooed him off as she got ready for her day, and Jev walked back to the cabin. Opening the door, it seemed that Dione and Sam had decided to get a similar start to their day, as Dione was moaning, spread-eagle on the couch with Sam's head hidden beneath her dress. Her green eyes flashed open with surprise as he kissed her, before she pulled away from him, contorting as she became wracked by an orgasm.
"I'll leave you two to finish up, then."
Walking around the couch to the bedroom, Jev could see Sam's nude form driving her tail into her pussy, the tip looking surprisingly phallic. He gathered up his good clothes and headed for the shower, to be rid of the accumulated salt from the day before, as well as the sex funk from this morning. As he pulled off his clothing, Sam entered the bathroom, her mouth still wet with Dione's juices.
"I can tell Cyd gave you a good morning too, master. Would you mind if I cleaned you up before all that sweet come washes away?"
She stalked forward, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking his flaccid cock into her mouth. Meticulously, she lapped and suckled at him, her prehensile tongue ensuring that there was no trace of his encounter with Cyd remaining. He started to stiffen under her ministrations, but she pulled away.
"Now, now. This was just to help tide me over. You've got a long day ahead of you and it won't do to be all gassed out before it even starts."
He sighed but knew she was right. Besides which, he was fairly certain if Sam got to him before Dione got another round they'd both suffer her wrath. He got the shower started and hopped in, giving himself a quick once-over, rinse and clean. As he wrapped up, Sam claimed a turn, and she entered the warm water stream as he exited.
He got himself dressed and joined Dione on the couch, where she was still recovering. She looked over at him with a dreamy grin.
"Sam thought she might be able to draw enough energy from me to help keep her hunger away."
She seemed to notice her one hand was absently playing with her nipple through her dress and she pulled it away.
"I don't know if it worked, but it was
definitely
worth a try."
He chuckled, then kissed her again, now that she was expecting it. The phone began to ring. He looked to Dione.
"Let it ring. We need to be hitting the road soon anyway. It's probably my dad looking to talk me out of staying or something."
Sam poked her head out from the washroom, looked to the phone, looked back to Dione and Jev unmoving on the couch and returned to drying herself. Once she'd cleaned up, the three returned to Cyd's where she had pulled out of the garage and idled by the path. The truck only barely fit four people, so Sam and Dione had to sit in the pull-down jump seats in the back. It was an uncomfortable fit, but thankfully Selrington wasn't far.
As they pulled onto the main road, the three discussed how they would get the seeds planted that afternoon. It seemed unlikely that the afternoon would be enough time, but the weather promised to hold out and so they would be able to plant over the next day or two. Jev worried about the prospect of the government office taking all day, but both Cyd and Dione assured him that the small offices in the smaller town tended to generally be faster under lower demand. The small building they ended up pulling up to reminded Jev of similar offices back home - a minimally decorated office with several rows of agent windows, of which only three were staffed. Posters explaining various processes and the services which the office provided were everywhere. After a short wait of about 15 minutes, he and Sam were at the front of the line.
Behind the window, a short green man with bleached, platinum blonde hair sat on an elevated chair. His face was long and pointed, and to an extent he looked like someone had grabbed his nose and the tips of his ears and pulled on them in opposite directions until his whole face stretched. He wore a vibrant pink shirt with a black tie, and cream-coloured trousers, while small wire-framed glasses sat in front of his startlingly blue eyes. He gave the two of them an obsequious smile which suggested either he just really loved his job or he had a remarkable customer service face.
"Hi! And what can we do for you today?"
Jev pulled the completed forms out of their manila envelope and slid them across the counter to the man.
"Hi there. I'm looking to apply for fast-track immigration."
A hint of a frown crossed his face, but he took the papers handed to him and read through them. The broad customer service smile returned.
"O— kay then, looks like you've got the right forms, at least. And you've got your requested pieces of ID on you?"
Jev pulled out his national ID card and his driving license, passing them across the counter. The goblin retrieved a crystal from his drawer passing it over both cards. Then he placed the crystal on a small planchette and a beam of light projected the scan of the cards onto a screen.
"And I assume this is your... er... sponsor? You have your documents as well?"
Sam offered the requested cards as well, which received a similar processing. The goblin, whose name tag identified him as Nickel, returned the cards and waved to the side of the row of teller windows.
"We're just going to need you to wait for a bit while we get this through processing, and then one of our immigration specialists will meet with you privately. Shouldn't be too long, you'll find the waiting room just down that way. Ok? You have a good day."
The small man didn't wait for them to leave his window before hopping down from his chair and heading off further into the building. Sam and Jev put away their requested ID cards and left to wait in the designated area.
The waiting "room" turned out to be a bit of a misnomer, being a few dozen moulded plastic chairs in an open space surrounded by tall cubicle walls. A few others were waiting here, for what Jev assumed were not immigration-related questions as they all seemed to be native Emmarians. He took a seat and Sam sat beside him. He could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he let it ring, as the numerous "no phone calls" placards surrounding the area suggested it might be taboo. Everyone waiting spoke in low, hushed tones, and he was thankful that he and Sam could speak telepathically as they chit-chatted away to pass the time.
"Mr. Parriker? Ms. Samaratiel?"
The voice came from behind them. He and Sam stood and turned to face the most handsome man that Jev had ever seen. He'd thought Kinnidh and Tori were at the top of the scale, but his guy made them look like schlubs. He had a defined physique that was apparent even through the dress shirt he wore, and his angular face seemed to be carved from marble by the gods. His blond hair was perfectly coiffed to the point that he seemed to have gotten it cut that morning, and his easygoing smile revealed the slight hint of sharpened teeth. Jev mentally cast a question to Sam.
Incubus?
Sam sent him back the mental equivalent of a derisive snort.
He wishes. Vampire.
Jev shook the man's hand, noting its cool temperature. He led them into the cubicle, inviting them to sit.
"Mr. Parriker, I'm Daven Witcomb. So, you're looking to immigrate to Emmarine, huh? That's pretty awesome. We just need to go over your application with you, make sure it's all right, and that you're not under any kind of..." his ice-blue eyes flicked to Sam, "...undue influence."
Sam tensed beside him, but he put his hand reassuringly on her thigh, a move that he immediately saw Daven's eyes flicker to, but the man's easygoing smile never faltered.
