SERENA’S ADVENTURES IN RUTWELL FOREST

By Kthanid

With input from SerenaKtty

Chapter: 15 Three’s A Crowd

Serena and Martin walked a meandering path in the rough direction of Martin’s home. Their path led them along the shore of passion lake. Martin was very quiet, and seemed almost sullen. Serena decided to lighten his mood whether he wanted it or not.

“Hey Martin,” She said as a mischievous grin grew on her muzzle. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Huh?” Martin said, shaking off his thoughtful mood. “But, We don’t have our swimming suits.”

Serena giggled and took Martin by the arm. She ran toward the lake, Martin stumbling along behind her. At the shoreline, she pulled up short. Martin, somewhat less coordinated than his companion, tripped and started to fall in. He grabbed frantically and pulled Serena in with him.

Serena surfaced, laughing and giggling. Martin came up, smiling sheepishly.

“I’m s-sorry Serena,” he said.

Serena kissed his nose and took off swimming. Martin smiled and chased after her, slipping beneath the surface. Serena paused to look for him when she felt a hand grab her ankle. She sucked in a breath of air, expecting to be pulled under, but instead, she felt her foot being tickled. She giggled and laughed uncontrollably as she sank below the surface. Martin released her ankle and the pair surface, Serena sputtering and giggling, Martin floating on his back with a big grin on his face. Serena dove under the water and came up underneath Martin, tickling his sides. Martin wiggled and squirmed, trying to escape before succumbing to fits of laughter.

“Revenge is mine!” Serena announced grandly.

The pair splashed and played a while. Serena was pleased with her efforts. Martin seemed his old self. Suddenly, She spotted a gray fin cutting the surface a few yards behind Martin. As she looked on, the fin slipped under the water but was replaced by a second fin a few feet away.

“What is it, Serena?” Martin asked as he noted Serena’s concerned expression.

“D-do you have shark infested waters?” Serena asked.

Martin looked to where Serena was looking and spotted the fin. His pupils shrank to tiny dots in his eyes. Both fins suddenly slipped under the water. Serena, hoping to keep track of them dove under...and ran smack into Shelby. The young platypus wrapped his arms and legs firmly around her. She surfaced with Shelby clinging to her, his head resting on her chest, a contented smile on his bill.

“Martin!” Serena sputtered. “The twins are loose!”

“G’day, Serena!” Shelby grinned.

“G-good day to you, too, Shelby,” Serena said a bit shakily as the platypus rubbed his face on her breasts.

“Shelby!” Martin said, Scowling at the young Platypus. “What do you think you’re do...HEY!”

Martin grabbed at something under the water. He suddenly looked panicky.

“Oh no...” he whimpered.

A few feet away, Sheila broke the surface.

“I got ‘em!” she shouted triumphantly, holding up Martin’s pants. “I got ‘em!”

Martin turned three shades of red.

“Sheila!” Serena said, her voice low and reproachful. “You give those back right now.”

“Hi Serena,” the female platypus grinned mischievously as she swam lazily backward away from Martin. “Nuh uh.”

Serena held her hand out to Sheila for the pants. But the young platypus turned and dove under the water. Serena dove after her, but with Shelby still clinging to her she was somewhat hampered in her efforts to catch Sheila. Sheila began to tease Serena, staying just out of reach. A sudden burst of speed, however, allowed Serena to latch on to the trailing leg of Martin’s pants. A tug-of-war immediately erupted. Shelby released his hold on Serena to help his sister as the three surfaced.

“Martin! Help me!” Serena called.

In spite of his embarrassment, Martin swam over to Serena and held her around the waist. There came a sudden soggy tearing sound and both sides fell back.

“Oh no,” Serena said as she looked at the half a pair of pants she held.

“Oops,” the twins chorused as the looked sorrowfully at their half.

Serena swam over to the twins and held out her hand, looking very sternly at them.

“Give me the other half,” She said.

“We...we’re really sorry,” the twins said sorrowfully as they handed the pant to Serena.

“Thank you,” Serena said coldly and swam to the shore.

Martin and the platypi followed her. Serena climbed up on the shore, dangling her legs in the water and examined the damage.

“I can fix these for you when we get back to your place, Martin,” she said. “I have some sewing supplies in my suitcase.”

“We really are sorry, Serena,” Shelby said.

“We didn’t mean to tear Martin’s pants,” Sheila chimed in.

“It’s all right,” Serena said, smiling serenely at the repentant platypi. “Accident’s happen, but if anyone is to be apologized to, it’s Martin.”

“I’m Sorry, Martin,” Shelby said.

“I’m Sorry too,” Sheila said as she swam up to the embarrassed mink. “I was just playing.”

“Uhhh...That’s okay,” Martin said, quickly covering himself and throwing a panicked look to Serena.

“Please don’t be mad,” Sheila said as she put her hands on Martin’s shoulders and puckered up her bill.

“Anyway, you two,” Serena said, drawing the twin’s attention away from Martin. “I won’t tell Monica about what happened today. But if it happens again...I may have to.”

Martin took advantage of the distraction and slipped free of Sheila, swimming over next to Serena, much to the Sheila’s disappointment.

“Anyway, Martin and I have to go now,” Serena continued. “You two behave and have fun.”

“At the same time?” Shelby asked as if the two options were wholly incompatible.

Sheila took her brother by the arm and the pair swam off down the shoreline.

“C’mon, Martin,” Serena said. “Looks like you’re going to have to go home with your tail around your waist again.”

Martin quickly wrapped his tail around himself. Serena helped him out of the water and the pair slunk through the remaining woods between them and Martin’s house.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Martin reached for the door knob. But the door opened before he touched it. Monica stood in the doorway, a surprised look on her face. Martin ducked behind Serena with a startled ‘Eeep!’.

“M-Monica!” Serena exclaimed in surprise. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, hello Serena,” Monica said, suddenly seeming nervous. “I was cleaning up Martin’s place. I clean up for him once a week and he takes care of my yard for me.”

Monica’s expression turned suddenly from nervous to anxious as she noticed Martin’s pants in Serena’s hands and Martin’s state of undress.

“Wh-why are you carrying Martin’s pants?” She asked.

“He had a little accident,” Serena said as she shuffled past Monica with Martin still hiding behind her. “I was just coming back to fix them for him.”

“Oh...Ummm...I’m sorry,” Monica said, her tone genuinely concerned. “Is there anything I can do? He isn’t hurt, is he?”

“No,” Serena giggled as she shooed Martin into his bedroom. “Just his pride. I’ve got it handled. Thank you so much for cleaning though. I’d better get these trousers fixed. I’ll see you later Monica, okay?”

Serena smiled sweetly at her rival.

“Ummm....” Monica started as she looked at the closed door of Martin’s bedroom. “I-if you’re sure there isn’t something I can do to help.”

“No, but thank you for asking,” Serena said politely. “I’m sorry if I seem to be rude, but you know how Martin is.”

“It...It’s okay,” Monica said as she brushed a tear from her eye. “Tell Martin good-bye for me.”

“I will,” Serena promised. “Thank you again.”

Monica turned and stepped outside, slowly closing the door behind her.

“Whew, that was close,” Serena said to herself.

She went over to the couch and retrieved her sewing kit from her suitcase, sitting down to start in on Martin’s pants.

“Martin,” she called to the bedroom. “She’s gone now. She said good-bye.”

“She left?” Martin asked as he came out of the bedroom, a new pair of pants in place. “But I usually make her lunch.”

“Oh dear,” Serena said. “I didn’t know...I’m so sorry.”

Serena got up and rushed to the door. She quickly opened it and poked her head out.

“Monica?” She called, hoping that the platypus hadn’t gone very far. “Would you like to stay for lunch?”

At the edge of the clearing, Serena just caught a glimpse of Monica as she disappeared into the woods.

“Oh Monica!” She called, feeling very guilty about so abruptly shooing Monica out of Martin’s house like she had.

Serena rushed off after Monica, hoping to catch her and apologize. She found the platypus a few feet into the trees. Monica sat on a stump, her head held in her hands weeping softly. Serena walked slowly and quietly up and sat beside her.

“Monica?” she asked, her voice full of concern. “Are you all right?”

“Oh! Serena!” Monica said in a startled voice. She tried to dry her eyes on her arm. “I...I...I’m such a klutz...I, uh, stubbed my toe on this stump.”

“You don’t need to hide anything from me,” Serena said with a warm, knowing smile.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Serena looked into Monica’s eyes.

“I know how you feel about Martin,” Serena said.

She looked away, into the distance before continuing.

“...And learning that I was staying with him must really hurt a lot.”

“I was going to make up the couch,” Monica said softly. “But I saw the pillow and blankets next to it hadn’t been used. Y-You’ve...been with him...In his bed...Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Serena sighed. “I have. I’m sorry that I didn’t know anything about you two. I have to admit that I’m a little jealous of you. I have really deep feelings for him that I just cannot explain.”

“I...I wanted to be with him,” Monica blurted out. “I wanted to be with him that way...I dreamed about it once...But I’m so afraid.”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Serena said as she lay a comforting hand on Monica’s shoulder.

Monica hung her head and nodded.

“It may come as a surprise to you,” Serena said. “But so was I when I first met him.”

“Y-you were?”

Serena nodded.

“And I can’t explain it, but there was just something about him that drew me to him...that made me want him...made me want to be with him. I mean...I wouldn’t go about doing it with just anyone...Just like you. You and I may have more in common that you might think...Than I might think.”

“I feel drawn to him to,” Monica said, smiling slightly and blushing. “But he’s never asked me t-to...to...You know....”

“Well,” Serena said. “From what I’ve experienced, I don’t think he knows how to ask a girl to be intimate. I don’t think he’s ever had to.”

“But the way the other girls talk about him...He...He can’t be a virgin.”

“No,” Serena smiled. “He’s not a virgin. But he’s very shy and polite.”

“He’s such a sweet fur,” Monica sighed wistfully. “So kind and thoughtful....”

“I know,” Serena said. “I don’t know exactly what it is about him but all the females around here like him.”

“But none of them have ever moved in with him before,” Monica said, looking as if she were about to cry again. “I’m sorry...I don’t mean to be such a crybaby.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Serena consoled. “The thing is, I didn’t have anyplace to stay and Martin was the first one that asked.”

“D-does he still like me?” Monica asked, drying her eyes once more.

“I’m sure he does,” Serena said with a sincere smile. “But he likes me too.”

“I...I understand,” Monica said, trying to compose herself.

“Don’t cry,” Serena said, wiping away Monica’s tears, a smile forming on her lips. “If...If you really want to be with him...I can help you. Perhaps a threesome...But only if you want to.”

“Th-th-three...Y-you mean us?” Monica said in a shocked voice. “We...I...I c-couldn’t...C-c-could I?”

“I’m sure you could,” Serena said with a warm smile that masked her own disbelief that she had just asked Monica to join her and Martin in their love-making.

“Could I...Could I think about it?” Monica asked.

“Of course,” Serena said, a little relived that Monica hadn’t said ‘yes’ right away. “Take all the time you need. But in the meantime, why don’t you join us for lunch?”

“Thank you Serena!” Monica exclaimed as she hugged her tightly, then let go, looking a little embarrassed.

Serena stood up and held out her hand. Monica smiled and took it. The two walked back toward the house where Martin stood in the doorway, looking anxiously along the edge of the clearing.

“I won’t say anything to Martin about what happened if you won’t,” Serena whispered as the pair drew close to the house.

“Thank you, Serena,” Monica whispered Back.

“I found her,” Serena announced as the three went into the house.

“I’ll get lunch started then,” Martin said with a bright smile.

“I’ll get started on your pants,” Serena said, taking her seat on the couch once more.

Martin trotted out into the kitchen and started preparing lunch while Serena started in on his pants. Monica sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Serena. She glanced down at Serena’s open suitcase and spotted a sheer cloth garment.

“Serena?” she asked. “What’s this?”

“That’s my favorite nightgown,” Serena said, pausing in her sewing to hold up the red, flowing nightgown. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” Monica said, marveling at the see through night wear. “But I don’t think I could wear anything like it. You...You can see right through it.”

“It’s not for public use,” Serena explained. “It’s for private use.”

“But why wear something that doesn’t hide your...ummm...you private places?”

“It’s to make your sex interesting,”

“But Martin would be able to see...Everything!” Monica said in hushed tones. “I’d die of embarrassment!”

“Uhh, newsflash for you, Monica,” Serena chuckled softly at the platypus’ naiveté. “Sex means showing him everything.”

“Y-you d-don’t do it in the dark?”

“You could,” Serena giggled as she put her nightgown back into her suitcase and went back to mending Martin’s pants. “There are so many ways to do it. In the dark is only one of them.”

Monica began to look nervous and fidgety. Serena smiled and laid a calming hand on her shoulder.

“If you decide to accept what I thought of,” Serena said. “I’ll show you.”

“Then Martin has seen you without your...I mean....

“Yup,” Serena said with a shrug. “And he likes what he sees.”

“Then you’ve seen him?”

“Oh yes,” Serena said, her smile turning mischievous. “And I really like what I see.”

“Does he...Does he really have this ‘bone’ thing I’ve heard about?” Monica asked in hushed tones, her voice brimming with curiosity.

“It’s just a figure of speech,” Serena said with a smile. “And yes, he does.”

“And he puts it...ummmm...inside you...uhhh... down there?”

“It may sound uninviting,” Serena said. “But it feels wonderful. Especially the way he does it. He’s so gentle and calm...well, not so much calm as he is wonderful.”

Monica whimpered softly and shifted a little uncomfortably where she sat.

“What’s the matter?” Serena asked.

“It all sounds so wonderful,” Monica said softly. “But I’m so scared.”

“It’s scary your first time,” Serena admitted. “But you learn to like it.”

“What’s it like?” Monica asked, a pleading look in her eyes. “His ummm...His ‘bone’, I mean.”

“It’s so wonderful,” Serena said almost dreamily.

“Does it...OH!”

Monica suddenly looked down between her legs, then clamps them tightly together.

“What’s the matter?” Serena asked, noting Monica’s sudden distressed look.

“I’ll be right back,” Monica said quickly.

Monica jumped up, one hand covering her private area and her tail clamped tightly down over her rump and hurried to the bathroom. Serena watched her go, a puzzled look on her face. The she noticed the small damp patch on the couch where Monica had been sitting.

“Lunch is almost ready,” Martin announced, poking his head out of the kitchen. “Where’s Monica?”

The sound of a blow-dryer started up in the bathroom.

“She’s in the restroom,” Serena said.

“Oh, Okay. When she comes out, tell her that lunch will be ready in a couple of minutes.”

Serena nodded and continued with her mending. Monica returned from the bathroom a minute later. She quickly turned the cushion over and sat down again.

“Are you all right?” Serena asked.

“I’m sorry,” Monica said, her cheeks flushing bright red. “That...That doesn’t happen normally unless I’m dreaming...about Martin or I tou... ummm...”

“It’s quite all right,” Serena giggled. But have you given my idea much thought?”

“I-I think I c-could do it,” Monica said quickly.

“That’s wonderful,” Serena said. “When do you think you’d want to?”

“When...When would be a good time?”

“Lunch is ready!” Martin called from the kitchen.

“We’ll talk more after lunch,” Serena said.

The girls went into the kitchen where Martin had prepared three bowls of hot chicken soup and some sandwiches. Martin seated the girls before sitting down himself. The conversation over lunch was light and centered on the weather, and local gossip.

“Absolutely delicious,” Serena said as she finished.

“Too right,” Monica agreed. “A lovely meal, Martin.”

Martin’s smile fairly beamed at the ladies’ compliments. He rose and collected the dishes, taking them to the sink. Serena got up and went to help him.

“Let me help you with that,” she said.

“Nope,” Martin said. “You and Monica are my guests. I’ll be right out.”

“Okay,” Serena said with a smile as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Come on, Monica. We’ll let him alone.”

Serena and Monica returned to the couch.

“Was that part of s-s-s...’it’?” Monica asked in hushed tones.

“No,” Serena smiled. “That was just some clean and innocent flirting. I’d show you some of ‘it’, but I don’t think Martin would be comfortable having someone watch us.”

“I can understand that,” Monica said. “You... You’re going to...I mean...with Martin tonight...Aren’t you.”

“Maybe,” Serena said with a mischievous smile. “Or you could join us if you like.”

Monica fidgeted nervously.

“I won’t force you, Monica,” Serena said. “If you don’t want to, then it’s all right.”

“Wh-what if I don’t do ‘it’ right?”

“There is no right or wrong way,” Serena said in a soothing tone. “It’s basically an exploration.”

“I want to so badly,” Monica said. “Can...Can I sleep on it?”

“You can sleep on it,” Serena said, inwardly relieved.

“Sleep on what?” Martin asked as he walked over from the kitchen.

Monica blushed and Serena jumped in surprise.

“Oh nothing,” Serena said quickly. “We were just having a little girl-talk.”

“I should be going,” Monica said getting up from the couch. “There’s no telling what trouble Sheila and Shelby have been getting into. Thank you for the lovely lunch, Martin. And thank you Serena...For everything.”

“Come and tell me you’re answer tomorrow night,” Serena said with a smile.

“I will,” Monica promised.

Martin let Monica out, then went back over to Serena.

“What answer?” Martin asked.

“You’ll know in time, dear,” Serena giggled.

Martin looked confused. Serena smiled and kissed him.

“Don’t worry about it,” she purred.

“O-okay,” Martin said hesitantly, though now he looked worried.

Serena kissed his chin and neck. Martin sighed softly and hugged her snugly to him. Serena grinned and purred, enjoying his closeness and the warmth of his body against hers.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced with a sly seductive grin as she skritched him under his chin. “Want to join me?”

“Y-y-you mean both of us...at the same t-t-time?” Martin squeaked.

“Yes, silly,” Serena said rubbing her nose up against his. “Why not? It’ll be fun.”

“Okay,” Martin said, his nose twitching against Serena’s.

Serena took the mink by the hand and lead him into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Martin fidgeted nervously and looked at the floor.

“H-how do we...do we start?” He asked in a hushed tone.

“Like this,” Serena giggled.

She turned her back to Martin, and bent slowly over. Her long hair spilled from her back and revealed her shapely posterior contained in her tightly fitted shorts. Martin stood mesmerized as she reached out and turned on the shower. Suddenly, the faerie mouse flitted out of Serena’s hair. She took Martin’s wrist and guided his hand to Serena’s rump. Reflexively, Martin caressed Serena’s backside. Serena purred and looked back at him with a playful smile.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” she said sweetly.

Martin jerked back his hand as if he were touching a red-hot stove. He looked both panicked and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” He said quickly. “I was...I mean, the little...She made me....”

Serena looked around for her little friend and found her perched atop the shower curtain rod.

“You silly thing,” She mock-scolded the faerie. “Why don’t you go wait for us outside?”

The faerie-mouse smiled and shook it’s head.

“Then you can sit right there,” Serena said. Then, turning to Martin. “C’mere, Martin.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him once more. He returned her kiss and caressed up and down her back. Serena slowly raised his shirt. So lost in the kiss, Martin didn’t notice until Serena broke the kiss to lift the shirt over his head. She tossed the shirt aside and kissed him once more.

“Remove my shirt,” she whispered against his lips.

Martin did as she asked, letting her shirt fall to the floor. He ran his fingers through the short fur on her back. He stoked his tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth, inviting him inside. He slowly explored her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. Serena pressed her body firmly up against his and ran her hands down his back and just under the waist of his jeans. She traced her way around to the front of his pants and unsnapped and unzipped them.

Martin turned his head slightly to one side and covered her mouth with his, exploring deeply the recesses of her mouth. His hands stroked slowly down her back, then over her hips to the front of her shorts to fumble with the snap before slowly unzipping them. Serena’s tail wrapped around him as she slipped her hands under the back of his pants to caress his rump and inch his pants slowly down.

Martin mimicked Serena’s motions, caressing her firm backside through the thin, silky fabric of her panties and slowly lowering her shorts until they fall about her ankles. Serena aware that she was now guiding Martin with her actions, rubbed gently at the base of his tail. Martin mimicked her actions, rubbing gently at her ‘sensitive spot’. Serena felt a tingle run through her body as it responded to Martin’s touch. She moaned softly as Martin slipped his hands under her panties, running his hands over her posterior, stroking the base of her tail and slipping his fingers between her rump-cheeks.

“Oh, Martin,” Serena moaned softly. “Yes.”

Encouraged, Martin licked hungrily at her muzzle as he lowered her panties to the top of her thighs. He gently massaged her tight little sphincter with one hand while moving slightly to one side. His other hand caressed down her belly to cup over her fuzzy mons

“Oh yeahhhh,” Serena breathed before kissing his neck.

Martin licked at her throat while he lightly stroked her pussy. Serena moaned softly as Martin kissed and licked he way down her body to kiss at the top of her mons while he lowered her panties to her ankles. His hands returned to caressing her butt while he licked slowly at the top of her slit. Serena felt herself grow very wet. She smiled and struggled to control her growing need.

“Let’s get into the shower before it gets cold on us,” She suggested.

“Uh huh...” Martin replied dreamily.

They stepped out of the clothes around their ankles and Serena lead Martin into the shower. The hot, steamy water, soaked into their fur, warming and relaxing their bodies...Though Martin’s hands began to tremble.

“There we go,” Serena said sweetly before kissing Martin once more.

“Wh-what should I...Ummm...Do?” Martin asked nervously.

Serena pressed her body up against his, her aroused nipples rubbing against his chest. She looked up into his eyes lovingly and put her arms around his shoulders.

“What we normally do when we’re in the mood, silly,” She giggled.

“Oh,” Martin said, a silly grin spreading across his muzzle.

They kissed and caressed and fondled each other for several minutes. Martin suckled at Serena’s breasts and listened happily to the low, rumbling purr in her chest and throat. Serena savored his touch and attentions, her need for him growing more urgent.

“Have you ever tried to mount?” she asked at last.

“Mount?” Martin said. “No...Ursula mount the big fish she catches. But I’m not much good at fishing. Why?”

“Not that kind of mounting,” Serena giggled. “Hasn’t Randy ever told you ab...Never mind, I’ll show you.”

“Okay Serena,” Martin said, giving her his full attention.

Serena turned her back to him and leaned forward, bracing her hands on the wall, setting her feet a ways apart. She looked back over her shoulder at Martin who seemed fixated on staring at her rump.

“Now,” She said. “You move up close behind me.”

Martin did as he was told, his Minkhood bumping against her thighs. Serena reached back and gently took hold of his lover’s tool and guided it to her sex. On the shower rod above them, the faerie-mouse giggled. Martin moaned softly as he pressed the tip of his shaft against the gate of her tunnel of love.

“Mmmmm, That’s good,” Serena said, wanting and needing to have him inside her. “Just do like you normally do, only you can reach around and play with my breasts and rub my belly.”

Martin took hold of her hips with trembling hands and pushed his length deep within her warm, wet pussy.

“Like...Like th-this?” he asked hopefully.

“MMMMmmmmm, Yeah,” Serena sighed as his throbbing hot shaft of flesh filled her. “Perfect.”

Martin leaned over her, reaching around to fondle her breasts and rub her belly as he began to gently rock his hips against her, taking long slow strokes in and out of her tight cunny. He brought one hand back to squeeze the base of her tail as he stroked his length slowly into and out of her.

His pace increased slowly as he moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Serena felt her pleasure growing with each stroke. She moaned and purred softly as her nethers began to tingle. He began to thrust hard and fast, Clutching at her body to pull her back against each of his thrusts. His groin slapped wetly against her rump as he thrust faster and harder.

“Ohhhh, yeahhh!” Serena exclaimed as she flexed her claws against the tile on the wall, leaving short scratches on them. “Mmmm...Faster! I love it! I love it!”

Martin’s soft mewling grew to soft grunts as his thrusting became frenzied. Serena panted passionately as her arms absorbed the impacts of Martin’s energetic thrusts.

“S-Serena...” Martin groaned. “C-ca-can’t h-hold...it...”

“Let it go,” Serena half purred, half panted as her own pleasure’s release teetered on the brink.

Grasping her tail in one hand, he pulled her tightly to him, burying his length deep within her as his hot, thick passion erupted within her. Serena felt her cunny ripple and spasm around his throbbing shaft, milking it of his passion.

“Oh Serena!” Martin called out as he spilled the last of his seed into her belly.

Serena panted softly as she rode out her own passion’s release.

Serena looked back at Martin with a sparkle in her eye. Martin was grinning broadly as he leaned over her once more to play with her breasts.

“You like it that way?” she asked him knowingly.

Martin nodded breathlessly. Serena stood up, letting Martin’s minkhood slip from her pussy. She leaned up against him, enjoying his hands gently massaging her breasts.

“I love your touch,” She purred.

Serena felt his shaft grow hard against her thigh as she rubbed against it. He groaned softly as his hips began to reflexively hump against her.

“Wanna mount me again?” Serena purred.

Martin tried to answer, but could only manage a squeak. Instead he resorted to enthusiastic nodding. Serena smiled and bent over against the wall again.

“Whenever you’re ready,” She purred.

Martin moved up behind her, his shaft poking her cheeks.

“A little lower, sweety,” Serena purred.

He bent his knees a little and pushed forward. He contacted her cunny. He wiggled against it a moment, then slid his throbbing shaft deeply into her, churning his previous deposit with her own passion juice. He began thrusting at a fairly quick, steady pace as he pinched her nipples. Serena moaned loudly as Martin humped her hard and fast. Their passions rose quickly, Martin grunted with each thrust, driving forcefully into her. Serena groaned as her legs began to tremble. Her second orgasm hit her hard, making her cry out in passion as her cunny gripped Martin’s plunging shaft. A moment later, Martin’s seed filled her belly as he held her tightly against him. Martin trembled against her while she purred contentedly. He slowly withdrew his shaft from her pussy, some of his seed running down Serena’s thighs. Panting breathlessly, he sat down on the edge of the tub, a bright, contented smile on his muzzle.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” Serena asked with a sweet smile as she soaped up a wash cloth. “How about I scrub your back?”

Martin nodded. Serena smiled and began to gently scrub his back. Martin moaned and arched his back as Serena washed down his back to the base of his tail and back.

“That’s soooo nice, Serena,” Martin sighed softly. “C-can I wash you, t-too?”

“Of course, dear,” Serena smiled.

Martin soaped up his hands and reached out to her.

“Wh-where should I start?” he asked timidly.

“I’ll let you pick,” Serena said as she started in on his long tail.

He started with her shoulders then moved down her arms and back to her upper chest. He stooped just short of touching her breasts, his hands trembling visibly. Serena threw out her chest, encouraging him to continue. He cupped her breasts, gently washing them in a circular motion. Serena’s nipples stood hard and erect, demanding Martin’s attentions, he gently circled them with his thumbs, drawing a soft moan from Serena. She felt his re-aroused member poke her in the belly.

Serena smiled and gently stroked his length. Martin groaned softly, leaned forward and kissed her as he continued washing her breasts. She continued caressing and stroking his minkhood. Martin washed down her belly and over her hip. He washed back over her rump.

Suddenly Martin tensed up, grimacing as his Minkhood twitched and jerked in her hand shooting his passion up over her belly and hand. Serena smiled and licked her hand clean then rubbed the spooge on her belly into her fur. Martin looked at her, a little embarrassed and in some mild discomfort.

“What’s the matter?” She asked.

“Umm...Too quick,” He said, looking down at his feet in shame.

“Hey,” Serena said in a consoling voice. “It’s okay.

“S-s-sorry,” Martin said, looking sadly at her. “I want to...but...”

“Don’t fret,” Serena said.

She kissed Martin deeply. She felt the tension drain from him as he returned the kiss. They finished washing and stepped from the shower. Martin started to get them each a towel, but quickly turned away from the sink, blushing fiercely. Serena looked to see what had so embarrassed Martin. On the sink hat the Faerie-mouse, her legs lewdly spread. She panted heavily as she extracted her fingers from her pussy and licked them clean, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Well, it looks like She had fun,” Serena giggled. “I’ll clean up after her if you like.”

Martin nodded quickly and retrieved the towels, handing one to Serena before beating a hasty retreat. Serena smiled and dried herself before wiping down the sink. The faerie flitted up and kissed her on the nose before settling in her hair once more.

Serena went out to the living room to find Martin in his PJ’s and robe. The mink made every effort to not look at her as she went to her suitcase to get out a fresh night-shirt. Serena giggled at Martin’s awkward attempt to behave in the manner of a gentlefur. She could see that he wanted to watch her, but his shyness, and politeness forced him to look away.

“I don’t mind you watching me,” she said mischievously, knowing she was embarrassing the hell out of him.

“B-but...It isn’t right...is it?” Martin stammered.

“It’s not right if the person you’re looking at doesn’t want you to look at her,” Serena said as she stood up and unwound the towel from her body, but held it in front of her to hide her female treasures. “But I don’t mind you looking. It’s nothing you haven’t seen already.”

Martin turned to look at her, his cheeks flushing redly. Serena smiled sweetly and put on a little show, flashing her rump, her breasts, and her nethers in an impromptu strip tease. Martin sat in rapt attention as his blush deepened and spread. Serena moved with a fluid grace that seemed almost hypnotic. She ended her ‘show’ with a kiss blown to her ‘audience’, then slipped into her night-shirt.

“You’re so beautiful, Serena”, Martin said in dreamy voice.

“Thank you,” Serena said with a smile as she walked up to him.

She leaned down and kissed his nose.

“You coming to bed?” she asked.

“If...If you want me to,” Martin said, his eyes brightening at the prospect.

“Well, I would like someone to cuddle tonight,” Serena said almost wistfully.

“I can do that,” Martin volunteered quickly.

“Really?!” Serena giggled, her eyes lighting up. “I’d really like that! Thank you!”

Martin rose and escorted Serena to the bed room. In Serena’s hair, the faerie-mouse smiled brightly and absently rubbed her cunny.

TO BE CONCLUDED