Upstairs from the saloon, Maybell had Bobcat place the Queen Anne bathtub in the center of the biggest guest room he owned. She played in it as she soaked, making mountains out of lilac-scented bubbles while humming a nonsense song. A bowl holding two ripe peaches, both soft and smelling sweet, sat on a table to her right. Beside the bowl was a tray, upon which sat two bull-rex burgers and a basket full of chili fries.

To Maybell's left was a short barstool being used as a second table. Upon that, shining amber in MuArae-Beta's glow, was a bottle containing all the uncut, pure Kentucky bourbon Maybell could talk Sara Jane out of during their business negotiations. Beside the bourbon, wet with frost, two tall glasses fizzed with Coca-Cola; those being provided by the kindness of Gavin's heart.

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The saloon was one of the few buildings in town that had a second floor. Coupled with the fact that the saloon itself sported a high ceiling, the room's two picture windows offered a striking view.

Maybell scarcely noticed any of this, because when she parted her mountain of bubbles down the middle, a man with so much hyena DNA in him that his face was scarcely human sat in the water with her at the opposite end of the tub.

Maybell sat on her heels between Heinemann's outstrectched legs. She grabbed him by the knees and pulled herself towards him, making a game out of plowing her face through the bubbles. When she got close, she made him give her a drink of Coke from his glass. After that, she turned and leaned into him with a shoulder so she could pour them each a double shot of bourbon. Upon offering Heinemann his, she then pressed her back to his chest, lowering herself in the water until it reached her chin.

Maybell had to force herself to stop smiling so she could drink her bourbon. Despite all her efforts, her mind bounced between two thoughts. One thought was, if she died and found a way to get into heaven, this was what she hoped it would be like. The other thought was, if this wasn't heaven, when she and Heinemann got out of the tub, they were going to break every stick of furniture in the room fucking the life of Jesus out of one another.

And then of course afterwards, get right back in the tub.

Heinemann took Maybell's empty bourbon glass and made her fold up under his chest as he reached past her to put them back on the barstool. He then wrapped her up in his arms, keeping her pressed to his chest.

Maybell breathed heavy between sighs. "Oh God, Heinie. Please don't let me go."

He nuzzled her ear, nipping at it and licking. "If I never let you go," he said softly between his rough play, "how will I kiss you again?"

Maybell spun in his arms, sending bubbles flying in the air. "Like this!" she said, throwing her face onto his.

After unlocking from their embrace, she turned, sinking into his chest. As she smiled bright due to her wild thoughts, he folded her up under his chest again, this time reaching for the food.

"Oh!" Maybell exclaimed, peeking through the bubbles in her face. "I want one of those peaches!"

"Too bad, Honeycakes." Heinemann said with love. "I've got to eat these burgers. The smell is driving me bananas!"

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After taking a giant bite out of one, he stuck it near Maybell's nose, which she scrunched up in response. "I wanna peach!" she said in a loud voice, turning her head to keep her mate from sticking the burger into her mouth.

Heinemann took another bite and then folded Maybell up again, placing the burger back on its tray, and picking up a peach. He stuck that near her nose, and she bit at it clumsily.

"Take it!" he said, trying to hand her the peach.

"No!" She laughed silly while twisting her head this way and that so as to bite the peach. "My hands are wet with bubbles."

"Ach!" Heinemann barked as the peach grew sticky. He plopped it, half-chewed, back in its bowl, and began wiping his hand on Maybell's hair and shoulders.

"Hey!" she said through a mouthful peach, drizzling some juice on her chin.

Heinemann vocalized a series of grunbles and yips while rising to his knees behind Maybell. Then, leaning over her, he stretched out his long neck in order to kiss her on the lips upside-down. Maybell craned her face towards him, the crown of her head pressed against the hardness of his crotch.

Heinemann used his animal tongue to pick bits of peach out of Maybell's mouth. As he did, Maybell's thoughts raced between heaven and desire. Desire won, and she spun around on her hands and knees, positioning her face so that Heinemann's sudsed-up manhood was at her eye level. But because he'd been bending over her while kneeling, her assault on his loins almost sent him out of the tub, and to the floor. He pressed down on her back to keep from falling, hard enough to submerge half her face.

Instead of finding her mouth full of Heinemann's manhood, Maybell found it full of lilac-scented bathwater. As she sputtered and spat and hacked, Heinemann sank his butt back into the tub. He giggled at her face-to-face, sporting a grin so huge that it seemed to split his head in two.

Maybell grew cross. "What the fuck, Heinie?"

Heinemann managed to speak between giggles. "You almost knocked me over. I coulda died!"

Upon recovering from her near drowning, Maybell faked a big pout, still on her hands and knees. "But... " She fumbled on her words, as her eyes drifted toward what she desired, now hidden beneath the bubbles. "I want some," she said of his cock.

He nuzzled her cheek-to-cheek, then scooped her wet hair out of his way so as to nip at her ear. To keep her balance, she clutched his bald head with a hand, and writhed under his caress. She let him feed upon her, while he drove her 'fuck-me' crazy.

Maybell begged as he assaulted her with his tongue and his teeth and his lips. "I want to eat you so bad, Heinie dear. Please, Baby. Please, Baby, please. Stuff your big dick in my mouth."

Heinemann hooted and yowled, forcing Maybell to turn her head, lest his vocalizations deafen her. She braced herself with an arm around his shoulder, freeing the hand she had on the bottom of the tub. This allowed her to use it to search for the object of her desire in the water between Heinemann's legs. Once she found what she'd been looking for, she fondled it with big strokes, knowing how it made her lover want to use it.

Maybell giggled cute, whispering loud enough to be heard over Heinemann's vocalizations. "People are going to hear you!"

She got on her haunches so as to service her man using both her hands, and making him yowl all the louder. He writhed under her control, the power of his body nearly emptying the tub of its water. Then, suddenly sinking himself deep in the bath, he held her aloft with both hands, her toes barely touching the tub. He kept her still in this position until the waves subsided, her naked body above him, and dripping onto his face.

"Eep," Maybell peeped from her precarious pose, her eyes wild, her smile daring.

Upon regaining the capacity to speak, Heinemann spoke up to her, "I want to eat our grub, Honey." He then lowered her into his arms. "Then we can eat each other."

Maybell spun again in his embrace, returning to the position where everything started, with her back pressed to his chest. His heart beat so hard for her that she could feel it thumping the back of her head. And with the steel of his manhood pressed firm into the crack of her soft butt, she again took to daydreaming and sighing.

That is, until Heinemann offered her another shot of bourbon. "I want peach!" she announced, before letting him pour liquor into her mouth.

"You'll have to wait until my hands dry," he said. "I'm too wet right now to hold food."

Maybell purred, sinking into her lover. "Mmm. I'm too wet right now too."

With his long neck pressing down on the crown of her head, Heinemann softly murfed to show his appreciation of the fact.