I woke up with the human female caressing my head. My wetware told me that I had been asleep for about six hours. I stretched my legs and yawned until my jaw cracked. A murmur from beneath the sheets next to me announced the presence of another human and I looked down in surprise. Then I remembered, her wife had wanted to join in too.

Two sets of hands had worked me from nose to tail, massaging pressure points and easing out the knots in my muscles. They had tended to me in shifts extracting every last bit of tension until I was a puddle on the bed incapable of movement.

At some point I must have fallen asleep because I was only half awake when they switched from using their hands to exploring me with their mouths. Humans might not have fangs like us but their teeth are as sharp as their lips are soft.

What followed was an erotic haze of groaning pleasure. I felt like I was in a dream watching someone else fuck, watching someone else grunt and growl while the human below me moaned encouragement in their strange language.

The two of us ganged up on her, the wife assisting me as I rode. She knew just where to kiss, where to lick, where to bite, what to do to drive her lover to the heights of ecstasy. They used me like a sex toy, passing me back and forth.

The smell of them was intoxicating. Even now hours later I could taste their joy and sweat with every breath. I was exhausted down to my bones but somehow more content than I could ever remember being.

Slowly I eased myself out of bed and went to the washroom to take a piss. The wife followed behind me and washed her face in the sink. My schwanz was sore and my left leg was threatening to lock up on me but I managed to relieve myself without falling over.

The wife said something to me as she looked herself over in the washroom mirror. Even post sex marathon she was still beautiful. I had never thought of humans that way before and it surprised me.

I couldn't decide what I liked more, the gentle curve of her hips, the way her long hair cascaded down in a waterfall of thick curls, or the tattoos that covered her skin like murals in a temple.

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Hunds didn't really get tattoos. We might trim designs into our fur and some even branded or cut patterns into their skin. But there was no hund equivalent to the artwork this human wore.

The wife repeated herself in Döbian. "You have peanut butter in your fur." She said, "It's all over your face."

I stood behind her and rested my head on her shoulder . "And who's fault is that?" I asked.

Instead of answering she pressed back against me with her hips. To my surprise I felt myself becoming ready again. I took her Hund style from behind, our grunts and cries echoing off the tile. I was sore and tired but my body refused to quit.

I had been alone for so long that I would rather die of exhaustion than waste one moment of intimacy. We stayed together for a while and finally separated as the afterglow faded. "I'm going to get some breakfast." She said, "Hopefully your friend the Katzen hasn't gotten into too much trouble."

I groaned. The idea of Gershwin left unsupervised with strangers and a massive amount of designer drugs was frightening. "I'm going to go check on them."

I didn't have to look far. I found Gershwin, Sacher, and Sally in the hot tub passing around a joint. There were claw marks across Sacher's chest and the side of Gershwin's face had a fresh electrical burn.

"Good morning." Sally said as I approached the tub, the joint was hanging from the corner of her mouth and her eyes were full of mischief. "It looks like you and the twins had fun."

I blinked in surprise. The two humans had looked similar but I hadn't guessed they were related. I processed that for a moment. Maybe twins was a euphemism?

Sally laughed and handed me the joint. "You look like you could use this."

"Danke." I said as I took a hit. The taste of top shelf katzen-minze washed over my tongue and filled my mouth with flavors of berries and citrus. I took another hit and handed the joint back before settling into the tub.

Gershwin and Sacher were deep in some private conversation and seemed to be ignoring us. I looked over at Sally. "What's the plan?"

"Ivan and Yakob should be finished preparing our gear sometime later this afternoon. Gershwin and Sacher are arguing about where we should hit the Syndicate first." Sally came over and straddled me. "They've been at it for hours."

I laughed as I took the joint back. "If this is going where I think it's going, I'm going to need some breakfast first." Also my father was literally across the tub from us and it was putting a damper on my enthusiasm.

Sally made a mock pout. "Fine." She rubbed her clit against me and sighed with sexual frustration. "You like pancakes?"

"Yeah…" I said, feeling us begin to slide into position, instinct taking over. I was almost inside her now. "I could eat."