♥ A well earned reward ♥

Naera carefully stirred the frying pan as Dustin lounged nearby, Emely’s head in his lap. The Caenii shortstack rather keenly wanted to join her friend in sharing their lover’s thighs as a pillow, but this wasn’t the time for that. The instant Bleu had messaged her about Dustin’s plans earlier that day, she’d called him to offer her cookery services. Her depression was still far from cured - the gnawing self-doubt and mean internal voice was still there - but something like this? Cooking for loved ones in preparation for…

She bit her lip hard, carefully seasoning the dish. She had to be careful - it was vital that she didn’t give Emely any clue as to what Dustin had planned once the two of them had returned to the fox girl’s quarters. It was hard, really hard - she, along with Rye were both somewhat submissive but nothing on the scale of their redheaded lover, and the idea of not celebrating Emely getting exactly what she dreamed of was rough.

Humming to distract herself, Naera added the last of the ingredients, the ones that barely needed heating through. It was okay. There would be time to celebrate with Emely tomorrow - she’d already had a catchup booked with her best friend, although they’d need to have it in their quarters now for her to get all the intimate details… Fighting off a wave of arousal, she carefully finished cooking. This was nice, and it was nice that her lovers liked her cooking. Trea’k had told her to celebrate and enjoy good thoughts like those, so with care she plated up two helpings of the dish and turned, handing both plates to Dustin as Emely rose into a sitting position.

“Enjoy your meal; the dessert is in the cooler, so I’ll pack up and join the others in leaving Dustin all to you Emmz.” Naera said, before bending down to kiss the Feliax woman’s upturned lips goodbye.

Emely smiled to herself as Naera headed off. A whole night to herself with her Sir, and one outside the regular schedule of date nights! It’d been Meli’s turn according to the rota, which made this doubly special - the matriarch giving up her place for Emely counted massively as far as the fox girl was concerned, no matter how much Meli insisted on barely using the title.

Dustin’s strong hands passed her a plate of delicious cooking - but of course, Naera had been the one making it, so it’d obviously be delicious. So lost was Emely in enjoying the moment, good food and Sir’s eyes looking at her lovingly that she didn’t process what he’d said. “Sorry?” she asked, blinking.

Taking another bite of his food, Dustin paused to swallow before repeating himself. “I said, once we finish dessert, we’re going back to your quarters for the rest of the evening. I have plans for you, kitten.” The appreciative hum of anticipation from the Feliax woman indicated that him taking a firm handle on their evening had the desired effect, and so the pair made idle talk while they concluded their meal.

The walk back to Emely’s quarters was thick with tension; Dustin had rested his hand possessively on the small of her back, the weight of the medspray in his pocket reminding him of his plans while his casual control had Emely’s pulse racing. As she worked the door to her room, Dustin took a deep breath. Time to put his plan into action.

Stepping inside, he pressed the control to close the door with one hand while the other grabbed Emely’s wrist. Spinning her to face him as the door slid shut, he lowered his head and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to take really good care of you tonight, kitten, but in return you’re going to be a good girl for me alright?” He asked, the plaintive moan of arousal from his lover making him smile as he tilted her chin up and kissed her again, this time on the lips.

Dustin held that kiss for a while, one hand resting on the back of Emely’s head as his tongue pressed into her mouth. Breaking off at last, he smiled at his lover as she looked up at him with lust-glazed eyes. “Strip” he ordered, walking past her towards the bed.

Emely let out a whine as the order sent another rush of arousal through her system. “Slowly for show or quickly for… access, Sir?” She asked, turning to face him as Dustin climbed onto her bed and began to idly unbutton the shirt he’d worn for their meal.

“For show, kitten. If I wanted you naked quickly I’d have said to lose the clothes.” Dustin replied with a grin, before relaxing as he watched Emely slowly start to give him a striptease. She’d worn one of her summer dresses for their date, and now she slowly teased him with flashes of bra-covered side-boob as she withdrew her arms from her sleeves. Once that was done, she tugged the dress off over her head, tails splaying out behind her like a halo as she stood there in just her lingerie.

With a smile, she turned her back to him, playing with her waistband for a moment, rolling it down so that her cheeks could just be made out behind a screen of tails before tugging it back up and reaching to unclasp her bra. Curling her tails around as she dropped the garment, she turned back to him, her breasts obscured by red fur.

Dustin’s breath hitched as she leaned forward, her cleavage spilling free at last as her tails drifted behind her while she shimmied her hips out of her last item of clothing. Dropping the lace underwear from an outstretched arm, she beamed at him. “Was that good enough, Sir?”

Rising from the bed once more, Dustin tossed his own top onto the chair as he crossed the floor to her. “Very good, kitten.” He said, dragging her close in to him and reaching into his pocket. “Now, I need you to do something else for me. Or rather, I’m going to do something to you.”

Emely nodded, eyes lidded with desire. “Anything, Sir. What do you want to do?”

With a deep breath, Dustin pulled the spray free and pressed it to her neck. Activating the device, he smiled down at his lover’s surprised expression - the cold of the medspray and the hiss of it in her ears leaving the fox girl unsure for a moment as to what had just happened until his next words made her give a whimper of delight and surge up to kiss him. “I’m going to breed you, kitten.”

Emely broke the kiss a moment later, gazing up at him adoringly. “Of course you can, Sir, but my contraceptive…” she trailed off, one hand going to the back of her neck as her eyes opened wide in realization. “You… you gave me the deactivator?” She said breathlessly, legs suddenly shaky as a wave of heat surged through her sex. “I… I fantasized about that, but I never thought you’d actually…”

Dustin cut her off by lifting her bodily towards the bed, the fox girl squealing with delight. “I thought you’d like it. I got some pretty strong hints from the others that you’d at least be okay with the idea,” he said as he stripped out of his trousers and boxers. “So I thought I might as well reward you for all your hard work properly.”

Emely lifted her hips and let out a whine as Dustin’s cock sprung free, her sex already glistening with her arousal. “Thank you Sir…” she moaned, before gasping as Dustin climbed onto the bed between her thighs and lined himself up, cockhead dragging through her folds. “I couldn’t ask for a better rewaaaaard” her voice broke into a wail of pure joy as he thrust inside in one fluid motion.

Dustin groaned as he hilted himself inside his submissive, setting a slow pace that left Emely whimpering and clutching at her bedsheets. Frowning at that and shifting his weight, he grabbed her hands before pinning them above her head as he leaned forward to kiss her. As their lips met he pushed forward, sheathing himself fully between her soft walls, her moan reverberating across his tongue as he drove her towards orgasm.

Emely’s tails splayed beneath them, the soft fur brushing his hips as he broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. Trying his best not to lose the rhythm that he could see was making the redhead come apart judging by her flushed expression, he smiled at her. “You’re going to be such a good mother for my children.” Apparently, this compliment was too much for the woman beneath him. Emely’s cunt fluttered around him and her arms thrashed against his grip as she cried out her release.

Holding her in place, Dustin sped up, the wet sound of flesh slapping into flesh filling the room. “Such a good girl, getting ready for me to breed you” he added, hoping he wasn’t overdoing it with the dominant language. Emely’s whimper and eager nod as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm told him he was on the right track.

“Please, Sir… oh Felio… I’m going to…” She panted, her legs locking behind him as he thrust deep inside. With a strangled cry she came again; her world narrowed to just the relentless thrusting of Dustin’s hips and the knowledge of what was to come. As Emely’s eyes rolled back, her clenching sex proved too great a pleasure for Dustin. Slamming forward one last time, he held her tightly with his head pressed against her shoulder as he gasped out his own release.

Emely’s body locked up beneath him as she felt the heat of his climax fill her. She’d already been mid-orgasm, but now a second wave washed over her like a tsunami as she realized that this was oh so real. Her Sir wasn’t just fucking her like they’d done a million times before, he was breeding her; he wanted her to have his children, and had taken control of every step. The pulsing of his cock in her cunt overwhelmed her, and her eyes rolled back as she let out a shriek of delight - before slumping limply to the bed.

Dustin froze as Emely’s body went limp. Pulling out, he cradled her in his arms. “Shit, Emely? Are you ok?” He asked, frantically checking her pulse. This wasn’t part of his plans for that evening - panicked, he called out “Sola, locate Bleu right now and tell her to come to Emely’s quarters immediately…” before the woman he was holding stirred. Taking a shaky breath, he looked down into a pair of eyes that held a mixture of post-climax daze and utter devotion.

Emely smiled weakly up at him as she blinked. “That was… so good. Sorry if I scared you, Sir.” Dustin let out a relieved laugh as his lover slowly sat up and leaned her back into him, moving his hands so that they were resting over her stomach. “I wanted that… just like that, and I fantasized about it far too much.” She whispered, nuzzling into him. “So when it happened, I came so hard I passed out. I feel fine now, but if you want I’ll get Bleu to check me over in a bit.”

Splaying his fingers on his lover’s stomach, Dustin sighed. “I’d really like you to get checked over sooner rather than later, which is to say as soon as Bleu can get here. I don’t want to risk hurting you if that happens again, and…” he paused, then smiled as she craned her head back to look at him. “I doubt you’ll have gotten pregnant from just one round - so I’ll need to fuck you quite a bit more tonight just to start things off with a bang.” The look of surprise that rapidly shifted into an excited squeal as the redhead in his arms launched herself into a kiss helped relax his nerves even as Sola chimed to inform them that the doctor was on her way.