About halfway through their third movie, little Silfa and Sarah had fallen asleep. While they were enraptured by jingle all the way and home alone, a Christmas carol had been too dull, or they were just too tired to keep their eyes open. At least neither spilled their hot chocolate on Samuel, Scarletra, or the davenport.

Silfa was curled up on Samuel's lap while he ran his fingers through her shiny silver hair, doing his best not to disturb the jingle bells atop her headband and wake her.

Sarah and Samuel leaned against Scarletra, her massive arms resting over their shoulders, keeping her dear family close. The Martin family was a big ball of comfy at the moment; everything was perfect, from the smells of gingerbread, the light rise and fall of their daughters breathing, Scarletra nuzzling against Samuel while he massaged the back of her hand, reveling in the silken fur covering it. Nothing was out of place.

There were very few things Samuel could think of that would make this day better.

“Let’s put the kids to bed,” Scarletra whispered in his ear. Her warm breath tickled him, causing an adorable little shudder and a wave of scents to pour off Samuel.

This time of year, Samuel's scent was only all the more erotic for Scarletra. His typical smokey pine was complimented greatly by gingerbread, nutmeg, cloves, and the delectable sharpness of chocolate.

Scarletra buried her nose in his collar, taking in every odor. Without thinking about it, she gently started to lick his neck slowly, enjoying the little shudders coming from him with each stroke. If not for the kids on their laps, she would already have his pants off and be straddling him.

But there would be time for that in a few minutes, even if that time was agonizingly long for her. By Levaal, Samuel was her present each day, but especially on Christmas. She gently growled as her body flushed, imagining unwrapping and taking her gift for a ride.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Samuel softly replied, rubbing his fingers on her fluffy ears.

The two doting parents did their best not to disturb their little ones as they carefully maneuvered themselves off the davenport with their cubs in their arms. As silent as a church mouse, they brought the kids up the stairs and tucked them in bed.

Sarah and Silfa were adorable, wrapped in their blankets and tightly holding their favorite plushies. Scalretra and Samuel could not help but pause and bask in the presence of their daughters, each softly illuminated by the orange glow of the nightlight.

But their time appreciating the beauty of their family was short-lived. They still had a few more things to do before they could go outside and relax for the night.

Once they left their daughters to frolic in dreams of milk and honey, Samuel and Scarletra quickly went downstairs. They did the last of their duties as parents on Christmas Eve, taking a bite from the cookies left out for Santa, putting gifts out, stuffing the stockings, and cleaning up after the movie.

They worked quickly and in relative silence, the smooth-as-silk voices of Buble and Menzel keeping them company throughout. The song was fitting for the moment because now that the kids were asleep, it was time for the adults to play. Indeed, it was cold outside, and they both were ready to warm up—just the two of them.

As Samuel put the mugs in the sink, Scarletra came up behind him and pulled him into a deep hug, nuzzling into him and growling softly. Samuel leaned back against her plush body’ letting him sink in, letting the moment of tenderness stay.

Just as he closed his eyes, the music switched, and Andy Delos Santos began to play, serenading them in wishes for a warm and welcomed holiday. They stayed like that throughout the song, gently swaying and savoring the scents and cared caresses of the other. Neither was in any hurry to rush the night; both were on the same page about how their next few hours would go.

Samuel turned around in Scarletra’s arms and draped his over her massive shoulders. They stared into the other's eyes, savoring the other's minutia for soul-deep reasons. Tender, seraphic smiles curled onto their lips.

“You should head out into the hot tub,” Scarletra whispered, “and bring the wine.”

“I will. Are you going to keep me waiting long?” Samuel asked.

“Of course not,” Scarletra replied, leaning in and bringing her candy lips to his.

With no hesitation, Samuel held tighter to the massive bearlike woman as Scaretra’s tongue pushed deep into his mouth, making Samuel moan as some focus left his emerald eyes.

By Levaal, why did he have to be so sexy?

Scarletra pushed forward, engulfing Samuel in her plush body as his back pressed against the counter. Scarletra let Samuel join her in the carnal kiss, his diminutive tongue lapping at the bottom of her pallet, sliding along her massive appendage like silk.

Scarletra slipped her hand down and plucked as Samuels belted with a claw, teasing him ever so slightly by lowering his trousers just enough that she could feel them tighten, his cock begging to be released. With him pushing his hips longingly toward her palm.

But there would be enough time for that in a bit.

Retracting from the kiss, Scarletra soaked in the blush on Samuel's face, making his salt and pepper hair all the more prominent. She passionately traced every detail she held so dear. Once her Human mate regained his composure, she stood and slipped into their bedroom to get out of her dress and grab some towels. Eager for the night's events.

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The hot tub's warm water soaked into Samuels' skin, pushing out any fatigue from being as aged as he was. The heat soothed his stiff joints, sore muscles, bad back, and his gift from the Ursana scouts, his scared calf.

He sipped out of his wine glass and lazily looked up at the glass ceiling, snowflakes falling and melting against it instantly. Moonlight filtered in through the sporadic cloud cover, offering little in the way of illumination. But candles were all around the room anyway, so seeing the room was no issue.

The bathhouse was one of the first things Samuel had built once the house's foundation was down. He had done so because Scarletra needed a place to bathe since the old house did not have a shower at the time. Now that their home was built it was just a place for the family to lounge about.

The bathhouse was a supped-up greenhouse containing only the custom-built hot tub and chairs around a nearby table. The tub was custom built because, unlike a typical one, it was two meters deep and had benches at various heights so Scarletra and he could soak up to their necks and cuddle together—that and a way larger-than-needed filter system for the girl's fur.

After he closed his eyes and reminisced about those early days with Scarletra, the motion-activated lights on the back porch flickered on, along with the sound of the back door closing. Samuel's heart skipped a beat as Scarletra opened and entered the bathhouse. The cold wind from outside fluttered the red Christmas robe draped over her, showing off her full figure.

With the porchlight causing a halo of bright golden presence, Scarletra looked like an angel, a flawless example of womanly grace and elegance.

“Did I keep you waiting?” Scarletra asked with a coy wisp, closing the door and setting the towels on the chair near the door.

“Of course not,” Samuel replied, gesturing to the bottles of wine and Scarletra’s massive glass.

It was funny her glass was meant to be a novelty joke, but because of her size, the 750-milliliter behemoth fit her perfectly.

“Perfect,” Scarletra purred, losing the sash on her robe and letting the silky garment fall to the ground, leaving her in all her nude glory.

Even after two kids, ten years, and a more static lifestyle, Scarletra was as captivating as she had been when he first saw her. Her fur glistened brightly in the candlelight, outlining the deep valley between her mountainous breasts and letting him see the stripes running up and down her arms. Between her tree trunk-thick thighs and squashy build, her womanhood was concealed beneath velvet fur.

Under normal circumstances, Samuel might say Scarletra sashayed toward the stairs to enter the bath. But no, with the intense yearning gaze in her golden eyes and the low rumbling growl of anticipation she was letting out, she was stalking forward.

She was a true apex predator, and Samuel was the prized piece of game meat she wanted.

Barely disturbing the glasslike water, Scarletra slipped into the warm pool and settled on her seat next to Samuel, snuggling up with him like they had done many times over the years.

Samuel snaked his hand down and grabbed hers under the water. The taught grasp quickly returned.

“So, Santa, how were the cookies the girls made?” Scarletra asked, taking a swig from the wine glass.

“They were delicious, as usual,” Samuel replied, snuggling closer, ensuring no space between them.

“That’s good. You should have seen the cubs. They were so worried Santa would not like the cookies,” Scarletra cooed.

It was a shame that Samuel was out when Scarletra and the girls were baking this year, but he was helping Red at the tree farm then. They were fixing one of the tractors so Red could keep running the business for the year, but some days, stuff like that happens, and he was busy. Scarletra and the girls did not mind—Samuel was bothered by missing those moments.

Perhaps he was becoming sentimental in old age, or the fact the girls were so innocent, he could not say. But one thing he knew was that he would do better as a Father this time around.

Unlike Samuel's first kids, he had with the late Sarah, he was doing everything he could to be with the kids as much as possible. The last thing he wanted would be for Silfa or Sarah to resent him when they were older, like his Human kids did.

The kids from his first marriage were invited to the house this year like they had been ever since Samuel and Scarletra moved back to earth. At least this year, they told Samuel to pound sand, a notable improvement from previous attempts to invite them to meet Scarletra.

His three oldest did not even want to come over to meet Silfa, or Sarah. Samuel hoped it was just because they were busy with their lives and not because they detested his new family and way of life.

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“Next time,” Samuel said, leaning over and licking Scarletra’s cheek, a gesture she returned.

“Good, they will want that,” Scarletra replied.

They rested and lounged in the water for a good time, enjoying their glasses of wine and chatting leisurely about what had been happening. Not that they did not know what was happening with the other but they had fallen into the routine of laying it all out there once or twice a week.

Being on the same page was necessary to keep the house running smoothly and made it so that neither needed to actively search for answers. Additionally, it made them operate as a cohesive unit, knowing what the other would do before they did it.

That is why it was not a surprise once the glasses were empty and Scarletra pulled Samuel into her lap. Without missing a beat, Samuel ran his hand through her silver hair and pulled her massive head closer, kissing her deeply as his other hand massaged her supple tit.

Scarltra mewled and wrapped an arm around his waist, with him sighing the moment her silken palm brushed against his throbbing cock. Feeling him shudder under her touch was better than beer and wine; it was downright addictive to her.

While Scarletra loved their kids, a small part of her wished they could do this every day like they used to instead of two or three times a week. But such is life when you have two daughters.

“God, you're amazing,” Scalertra breathed as Samuel pinched her nipple just hard enough for an arch of pleasure to shoot through her.

“Your one to tal–” Samuel started but bit his words when her velvet soft hand stroked his aching cock faster.

Samuel leaned his head against her shoulder, letting the bliss of her embrace take hold fully. Each slow pump of her grip pulled breaths from his lungs. She was, as per usual, guiding the pace of their sex. She let Samuel set the pace on occasion, but that was because she enjoyed Samuel trying to dominate her. She had no qualms with always being in charge of the bedroom.

Luckily for her precious Human, she wanted that today, and because of where they were, how he would do it was obvious; that and she still led him along a little bit.

Samuel showed some more of that engineering intelligence years ago and had drummed up fucking her while she floated in the water. It was the only way they were physically on equal footing. The buoyancy of the water let him move and shift her around as he saw fit. Scarletra could recall dozens of times he had topped her in this tub.

With gentle grace Scarletra leaned away from the side of the tub and floated toward the center, leaving Samuel on the bench. She grabbed hold of the far edge of the pool, arresting her in the middle of the water.

“Come on Sam don’t keep me waiting,” Scarletra growled, the water around her plump body resonating with the growl.

Samuel gradually got closer, stepping forward and running his fingers through the fur on her legs. He rubbed circles on her calves and thighs, his coarse fingers causing Scarletra to shiver and open her legs, inviting him in.

By Levaal, this man had better make her scream declarations of love to the moon on high—again, that is.

Once Samuel was between her squishy thighs, he grabbed them just as hard as Scarletra liked it, pulling at handfuls of her fur. He knew how to read her like a book and treat her. Yeah, Samuel was softer and gentler than she wanted at first, but over the years, he learned just what to do so she would be roaring his name through the night.

Today was no different; using her thighs as leverage, Samuel pulled her close and teased her aching pussy with the tip of his thick member. For what felt like an eternity, his cock pushes in and out, only going in millimeters deep.

When she was one more fainted, thrust from begging him to just make her roar already, Samuel plunged full hilt inside her. A wracking arc of pleasure crashed into her. Her pussy clenched hard, claiming him as hers. She slammed her head back against the tub's edge and gasped in shock at the sudden depths Samuel had reached.

Without any pause, Samuel forced his hips to move, fighting against the collapsing walls of her silken tunnel. Her pussy flexed and clenched, pulling Samuel back inside, but like the stubborn and oh-so-passionate man, she knew he was undeterred.

Grunting like a beast, Samuel found his rhythm, slamming his hips against her pudgy ass, waves rolling through her fat and the sloshing water around them. With each powerful animalistic thrust, Scarletras moaning and roaring grew louder and louder.

Thank the Great Mother Samuel had made the bathhouse triple panned so it kept sound inside well. If not, the kids would wake up hearing her earth-rattling roars of pleasure.

“Fuck!! Sam, please don’t stop,” Scarletra wailed when Samuel rolled her clit between his fingers. “Don’t ever stop,”

The pleasure, bliss, warmth, and attentiveness all added fuel to the already roaring inferno inside her. If Samuel kept this up, she would be nearing her climax well before he did. And he knew it, only doubling down on his voracity.

Using the advantage Scarletra floating in the water gave him, he pulled her up slightly to ensure he was hitting her G-spot with each stroke, and the difference was immediate. Her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close, and her coiling pussy flexed so hard with each sloshing thrust it felt like she was trying to rip his skin off.

Scarletra was gorgeous; water rolled and clapped between them, running up and down her body in waves. At the same time, she struggled to keep a grip on the wall; Every deep thrust caused her to nearly slip and float fully in his control.

The damp air around them grew heavy with the scents of wine, wet fur, and Samuel’s sweat. The room reverberated as they lost themselves in the company of the other, giving full passion and effort to the other. Both could only look at each other and beg for more of the other.

With little warning, Scarlet clenched hard, her powerful muscles gripping samuels throbbing cock like a vice. She pushed him deeper into her with her squishy thighs as she loosed a deafening roar, so loud waves rolled on the water and shook the glass panes.

Holding onto her thighs, Samuel watched her fatty chest heave for a moment or two until she looked at him with foggy golden eyes and licked her lips, signaling that once was nowhere near enough.

After Scarletra released Samuel from the prison of her legs, she gently pulled back and popped him out of her. Standing in the water, she licked the hair atop his head, savoring the delicacy of his carnal sweat.

“Do you want me to finish you off?” Scarletra breathed in his ear.

“If you want?” Samuel replied.

Scarletra gave him a fang-filled, predatory smile as if that were a question. She hoisted Samuel out of the water and into her arms, with him caressing her instantly.

Scarletra laid Samuel down on the side of the tub and quickly straddled him, water dripping down from sopping fur pooling around them. She smirked, seeing the smile and appreciative look he was giving her. His eyes traced every heavenly detail of her. He knew what she was about to do and was looking forward to it.

She leaned over, pressing her massive breasts against his stomach, and licked along his collarbone. At the same time, she gently rocked back and forth, feeling his cock twitch while her wet fur draped along it.

Samuel twisted, squirmed, and moaned as she teased him. His muscles flexed underneath her love and care. That Samuel started letting her ride him was flawless. It took her years to convince him because initially, he was afraid of her five-hundred-kilogram frame slamming into him.

It was an understandable concern; she could crush him, but she was cautious whenever she was on top and did everything in her power to have him enjoy it.

She had become so proficient at riding him cowgirl he did not even argue anymore. No, he looked forward to melting while she leisurely brought him to levels of bliss previously unknown to him.

Licking down to Samuel's chest and massaging his shoulders, Scarletra brought her soft lips to his nipple and bit down on it just hard enough that he arched his back and his cock pressed against her stomach.

She swirled her meaty, slick tongue around his nipple and looked up at him, struggling not to sing like a canary for her. It was cute; it had taken her a while to understand why he was like that, but now, having lived with humans for years, she knew he wanted to be masculine and in charge.

He was generally honest with her, even if he put up a front for others. There was nothing wrong with being honest and letting the pleasures you craved in every once in a while. Levaal knows one of her favorite things is feeling Samuels hot cum pouring into her. And he liked his nipples bitten a bit—everyone has their kinks.

She planted small kisses going up his chest and neck, finishing her travels by pressing against his lips and pushing through with her thick, slick tongue, filling his mouth. He meekly groped at her sides, trying to stay composed as the fog set in. He also enjoyed her long, nimble tongue licking at the back of his throat.

Increasing the intensity, Scarletra rolled her tongue inside his mouth, painting his cheeks with her candy-sweet spit. In an adorable attempt to still be somewhat dominant, Samuel tried to kiss her back, but her girthy, dexterous tongue beat him down into submission.

She leaned heavily on him, letting her quicksand-like body mold around him, pinning her dear Human to the ground. There was nothing else in the universe for him at that moment—just her.

When Sarletra saw his eyes roll back, he moaned as loudly as she was growling. She knew Samuel was ready. Agonizingly slowly for Samuel, she slipped her tongue back out, leaving his mouth cold and vacant.

Samuel looked at her with puppy dog eyes as she sat up as if he was trying to ask why she stopped, but before he could say anything, she pressed a finger to his lips.

“Just relax, my warm fire. Let me handle everything from here,” Scareltra purred.

“I will,” Samuel nodded.

With slow, controlled motions, Scarletra spread her legs wider and reached down to guide his cock to her waiting, yearning womanhood. Scarletra bit her lip, feeling his cocks tip, spreading her pussy wide open.

After so many years of rutting with one another like animals, Samuel's thick member was no longer a hurdle for her. He was far thicker and longer than any Varintol male, and when they first fucked, Scarletra felt the difference immediately. Oddly, she still looked back on that day and thought of it as him opening her eyes to something unknown. Fuck, she still regularly felt tender the next day.

Scarletra slowly speared herself on his thick rod, her pussy wall flexing tightly around him. Burning pleasure spread through as he pressed deep inside her. Once her doughy thighs engulfed his waist, he reached up and grabbed hold of them, his fingers sinking in as he got ready for the ride.

With a powerful motion, Scarletra rose in steady, controlled motions, sheathing Samuel in and out of her at a well-controlled tempo.

Even with her doing her earnest best to keep in control, each time his cock pressed deep, she dropped atop his hips, wet smacking joining their panting breaths and moans. Scarletra kneaded her breasts, using her claws to tease her perky pink nipples, causing her to look skyward to the moon, trying to stretch the bliss through her more.

“Go a little faster,” Samuel pleaded, gripping her fur tighter.

Not verbally responding but having received the message, Scarletra sped up, using her muscular thighs to press him further. In awe, Samuel watched as her soft rhythm increased from slow, gentle motions to hammering, oozing with unbridled passion.

Pain and pleasure drilled into his mind as most of her weight bludgeoned his pelvis and lightly bruised him.

Scarletra was always so careful not to hurt him when riding him but seeing her doughy tits bouncing, rolling fat shifting, and gyrating atop him was the most intimate thing he had ever known—and he liked her going a little bit wild.

Par for the course, as Scarletra started to fall into her rhythm, like an elegant dancer, she flexed her tight, wet tunnel in blissful waves, along with tilting her hips forward, backward, and sideways in random intervals; She kept the secrets of the next part of her performance a mystery.

Samuel quickly sang like a canary, and a fog of bliss took him in. He no longer had any reservations about moaning while she roared like a beast. Doing the only thing he could to help her along, Samuel pushed his hips up slightly, as in maybe a centimeter or two. Anything more than that, and Scarletra would break him like a twig.

Like the beast in the bedroom with a sixth sense, Samuel did not even have to warn his lovely wife that he was getting close to finishing. She could feel his heart rate increase and hear his breaths deepening, and smell the libidinous desire to fill her with cum fill the air.

Leaning down and engulfing Samuel in her heavy tits, she braced herself against the ground, took in a mewling breath, and turned up the heat as much as she could without sending him to the hospital.

Her hips savagely slammed against him time and time again, with him grunting and moaning with each powerful stroke. Her furry body engulfed him as she gradually put more weight on him.

The next few moments were beyond bliss and cloud nine for each of them. A tethering line between danger, pleasure, and love pulled their minds in all directions, forcing both of them into climax.

Samuel grabbed Scarletras gargantuan ass and erupted inside her, filling her to the brim with scalding hot cum. The thick white liquid warmed her from the inside out and kicked her over the edge as well; her hot wet pussy collapsed entirely and drank each drop from his throbbing cock, not allowing a drop to be wasted.

Yes, she knew Samuel could not get her pregnant naturally, but she loved the Human, and instincts demanded she at least try.

Scarletra continued to move and flex her vice-like tunnel, using all the control she had to keep Samuel moaning louder and louder. While Samuel groped desperately at her stout frame, wanting more and more stimulation.

After Samuel’s and Scarletra’s orgasms had settled slightly. Scalretra carefully rolled to the side of Samuel, his cock flopping out and trailing cum between them. They looked at one another, panting and covered in each other's scent.

“Come here, you adorable man,” Scarletra purred, pulling him against her.

Samuel and Scarletra held each other close as they rode out their bliss entirely. Caressing, kissing, and licking each other throughout their aftercare.

“I love you, Sam,” Scarletra said, slipping her arm under his head like a pillow.

“I love you too,” Samuel smiled, planting the tiniest kiss on her lips to close out their first round of the night, knowing very well after he recovered, Scarletra would be ready for rounds two through four.