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Steam still clung to her legs when she cracked open the bathroom door, wet heat dragging behind her like a second skin. Courtney’s towel held snug under her arm, tucked high above her chest, terrycloth catching against her shoulder as she flipped the front camera on with a swipe.
"Tucker, you havin’ the time of your life out there or what?" She turned her head with a grin, peeking past the frosted pane.
Out in the snow, Tucker whipped himself in dizzy circles, carving lines through the snow like it owed him something. He flung clumps of it everywhere—his golden fur matted in slushy bursts, tail slicing the air, bark ricocheting off the pine trunks. The dog was losing his mind with glee.
Laughter cracked behind her, warm and low. Her husband’s face lit up the phone screen, his voice smoothing through the speaker, hum of the lodge fire soft under it. "Oh, he’s lovin’ every minute. I don’t think he’s touched the ground once."
Courtney scoffed, half-laughing. "Tucker, quit actin’ like you don’t got ligaments! He’s out here tryin’ to melt the snow with his brain."
Tucker let out a yelp and launched himself at a snowdrift like it personally offended him. He disappeared nose-first and came out sneezing, shook his whole body off with a wild groan, then bolted again.
"Alright, babe. Love you." She tugged the towel a little higher, eyes squinting from the sunlight slicing over the snowbank, and raised her voice over Tucker’s frenzied hollering. "TUCKER! Go drink some water, dumb-dumb."
She clicked off the call, thumb dragging slow over the screen, then let the phone drop to the kitchen counter. Her head dropped back with a sigh, towel loosening slightly at her chest, steam still caught in her curls. She hated missing the short trip, more than she let on. Would’ve killed for a quick day in the woods, her boots crunching frozen pine needles, hot cider in hand. But she’d made a dumb little promise, neighbor-duty. Revanth.
She couldn’t have both of ‘em under one roof. Not unless she wanted drywall peeled off like fruit skin. Tucker hated Revanth with the kind of spite usually reserved for politicians. The damn mutt spent every second tryin’ to throw moves on Journee, and Tucker—Tucker acted like Revanth was out here planning elopement with his wife. It cracked her up every time. But still.
Especially since Revanth was such a good boy. He really was. Just had that... weirdness about him, y’know, because–
The rug bunched under her heel as she walked and she didn’t care and she rubbed the wet out of her scalp with one hand while keeping the towel up with the other and pushed into the room and froze in the doorway.
There, square on their bed, belly down in the middle of her throw blanket, Revanth was ruttin’ into the pillow like it owed him rent.
No.
Not the pillow.
Her red lace panties.
Her favorite ones.
Folded wrong-side-out like they’d been pulled straight from the hamper and wrung into whatever scent they were giving off.
A squeal ripped out of her as she jumped at the bed and ripped the panties from under his hips and held them up by the waistband and her gasp punched out when she caught the mess plastered across the red lace.
Her hands planted on her hips, towel hanging crooked, eyes narrowing like she was about to lay down the law. Revanth barked loud, tail whipping, like his bark alone could make her hand them over.
“You outta your mind?!” she snapped, half laughing, “You need Jesus! Always humpin’ somethin’, ain’t ya?”
He launched up at her, paws slapping onto her shoulders, tongue lolling like an idiot, nosing toward the lace.
“Boy! Quit reachin’ for ‘em!” she barked, yanking them out of reach. “You nasty!”
She yelped as her heel slid, butt smacking the floor with a thud that rattled her spine. “Son of a—Revanth!” she groaned, laughing through clenched teeth, towel skewed, panties still clutched in one hand.
He pounced, landed square on her lap like a heat-seeking missile, tongue out and drool flying.
“No—no! Eww! Ew! Get your nasty ass offa me!” she shrieked, grinning as he licked up the side of her face like it was dipped in bacon.
Then he hit her mouth.
“Alright! Okay! Stop—ew!” she laughed, one hand trying to shove his chest while the other slapped at his butt.
His tongue barreled past her lips like he’d found peanut butter, slicking over her teeth, dragging across her tongue, mashing against the roof before she ripped her head to the side with a choked-out squeal.
“You stubborn little—” she groaned and gave up, smacking her mouth over his slobber and rolling her lips around his tongue like she was taste-testing soup. “Mwah! Mwah! That's what you wanted, you freak?”
Courtney laughed loud, palm on his scruff to shove him back, but the second she shifted, something meaty pressed right up her groove, her head squishing into the carpet, eyes blown. “REVA—BOY! BOY! UH-UH! THAT’S NOT FOR YOU! MOTHER—! YOU HORNY LITTLE BASTARD!” she screeched as Revanth’s swollen bulb rammed straight against her folds, towel twisting up under her arms, bare thighs clapping the floor.
Her palm smacked his rump, but his hips bucked, the tip grinding her open, slick swamping her folds. “Get—off—me!” she yelped, but every desperate shift shoved him deeper, his fat knot thudding into her inner wall each time she twisted, her folds tugging taut around him, mouth falling agape with a sputtered moan.
She tried to scoot back, cursing, but his front paws mashed against her chest, claws grazing the curve of her boobs as he bucked in, his shaft battering her entrance, glans fat and drooling against her flushed skin. “Goddamn it, you overgrown horndog!” she gasped, voice cracking as he surged, thick head forcing past her folds, buzz splitting her wide, her breath hitched and whimpery. Her grip slipped, fingernails scraping the rug, but he rammed harder, that meaty cock slicked and sliding, every vein pulsing as he mashed his length inside.
“Get—shit—get your dog dick outta me!” she tried to snarl, but it came out a broken squeal, his girth parting her, every inch barreling in, the drag pulling her lips inside-out. Her towel bunched useless between them, his balls slapping her ass as his hips battered her, stretching her tight while he battered forward, spine bouncing off the rug. She shuddered, buzz flashing through her gut, cunt sucking at his shaft with every whenever he jammed in, hips bucking raw.
Revanth’s panting rumbled at her ear, tongue flopping out as he slammed, shaft buried to the hilt, tip battering her deepest walls. “You perverted mutt—fuck!” Courtney choked, nails clutching his back, her breasts bouncing free, nipples brushing the rough terrycloth. Her toes curled, thighs spreading further as he rutted her into the carpet, fat cock dragging her slick walls with every his length barreled back in, her folds catching on the swell.
She tried to cuss again, mouth forming another jab, but all she could do was gasp when his knot wedged at her entrance, bulbous and insistent, her folds straining, then sucking the knot halfway in. “You got me stuffed like I’m one of your squeakers!” she managed, half-laughing, half-whimpering, breathless as he barreled straight through, shoving the knot until it popped past her lips with a rank squelch, tip banging the spot that made her eyes roll dumb.
Her scream broke halfway, torn into a moan when her nerves flared up, hips jerking with no control. His shaft snapped inside, stretching her around the knot jammed behind her slit, thick swell grinding hard over her button. She slapped at his fur, nails curled, but his hips lurched forward and shoved his length into the knot’s seal, dragging her belly along for the ride.
“Oh fuck—oh god—you big dumb animal!” she yowled, head snapping back, sweat streaking her brow, kick thundering through her throat. His hips kept slamming like he was tryin’ to rut through the floor, balls knockin’ her butt with every smack. Courtney squealed, toes curled up, hands grabbing fistfuls of fur like she was hangin’ on to a moving truck.
Revanth snuffed against her cheek, drool flinging off his chops as he rutted harder, fat knot thumping deep, her cunt spasming tight around him. “Gonna break me in half, you mangy beast!” she squealed, but her core kick, juices slicking his length, cunt milking every inch. Courtney squirmed like a worm on a skillet, ass bouncing while that mutt’s cock twitched up inside her, thick as a bratwurst, veins sticking out like tree roots, making her giggle and snort even as her folds tried to choke down that whole length.
The knot throbbed, swelling bigger than she thought should be legal, tip twitching right on the spot that made her brain fizz out. Courtney’s nails dragged raw down his sides, thighs quivering as her folds pulled snug around the fat bulb. Her cunt spasmed, clenching so tight she swore she could feel her own heartbeat in there. “You dirty, knot-droppin’ little—oh god—Revanth, you nasty—shit!” she wheezed, half-moan, half-laugh, her clit catching on the knot’s grind as his cock jerked inside, balls churning against her ass.
His muzzle mashed against her face, tongue spilling drool while his back end mashed in like he’d caught bitch scent in her guts and his cock swelled, buzz flooding her gut. “Shit—shit—oh fuck!” she cried, head thrown back, heels pounding the rug as her body seized. Creamy flood exploded through her, folds spasming around his knot, hips writhing, body bucking as his cock burst, hot cum flooding her channel.
Courtney heaved through her mouth, chest rising hard, sweat crawling down her ribs while her cunt still kick around the knot jammed inside. Her lips barely found air before Revanth shoved his muzzle up and licked straight past her teeth, tongue dragging over her tongue like it was his damn food bowl.
She squealed, slapped at his snout with both hands, face twisted in half-laughs and horror. “You horny-ass carpet gremlin! I said gimme a damn break!” she shrieked, ripping his drooling face off hers and twisting her body until she rolled the mutt clean off. He let out a bark that hit her nose like he just told her off in fluent mutt.
“Oh don’t you start with that Hekkin Linda shit!” she fired back, huffing loud enough to fog glass, still spattered across the rug like a knocked-over mop. “You just fucked the life outta me and now you wanna sass?!”
She flopped her arm up, wiping sweat off her brow, hair sticking to her temple. “First Tucker’s humpin’ like I’m made of rawhide and now—” Her words popped off into a squeal when Revanth slithered down and licked her folds, tongue mashing right against her slit. “OH HELL NO! WHAT ARE YOU—STOP—THAT’S NOT A SALT LICK, YOU HORNBALL!”