Hotel Rest

The hotel's glass doors opened before Kayla, barely fast enough to avoid the rapidly approaching snake. Her heels echoed on the tilled floor of the lobby as she quickly crossed it, aiming straight for the elevator. She glanced on the sides all the while, hoping to see someone that clearly wasn't there.

She deftly punched in her floor number before fully entering it, coming to a stop inside right as the door started to close behind her. Now faced with her reflection on all sides, thanks to the mirror walls of the elevator, she sighed, her long and prehensile tail swinging in frustration.

She quickly readjusted her wedding ring and white lab coat over her pale red scales, making her backpack jiggle against her. As interesting as the conference on exo-botany was, and as much as she enjoyed being the center of attention, she wasn't really interested in further chitchat with her esteemed colleagues. They had videochat for that, and they worked just fine from one system to another!

No, she was much more interested in sightseeing... but not alone. And maybe after a bit of rest, tiredness creeping in the corner of her orange eyes.

She was startled by the clear "ding" announcing her arrival to her floor. She was so used to a spaceship's noisy, cranky elevator, that she didn't register her ascension at all. She definitely needed some rest before going out again.

A quick swipe of her badge opened her door, and she made her way inside in a hurry. However, she stopped the moment she heard a snore coming from inside. Grabbing the handle with her tail, she took pain to close it as gently as possible while she quietly dropped her backpack on the carpeted ground. He wasn't still inside now, was he?

She removed her heels and took a few steps in. Their 20th floor hotel room was more akin to a studio, being a large space equipped with its own home cinema set, a kitchen with its own bar, and even a jacuzzi next to its bathroom. And yet they only used a table so far, where they haphazardly placed their laptops and notes to make a proper presentation for the conference. Being so used to small cabins in spaceships, they didn't need much more.

But they also used the bed, from where another snore came. She sneakily approached, and was met with quite a sight: her husband Francis was laid on it, fast asleep. This goofball of a husky probably didn't move for the entirety of the conference, and how could she blame him? He worked until early in the morning to make the perfect exposé for the both of them... something he achieved with great success, as she could attest.

Kayla licked her lipless snout as she started to shed her clothes, leaving them to fall on the ground. He looked really inviting right now: his muscular, thick furred white and brown top emerged from the blanket, his warm arms wrapped around one of the pillows, wearing nothing more than his wedding ring. With his dreamy smile, and the pole she saw peeking from under the cloth, he probably thought he was holding her close to his chest.

It was only right that she made his dream come true.

Free from her clothing, the soundlessly slithered under the cover. It was warm, and she could taste his heavy scent in the air, so much so that a part of her wanted to just curl under there and go to sleep. She was tempted to listen, especially when she caught sight of her husband's half-masted prick, but she kept on going. There would be time for that later...

Finally emerging, she silently glided up Francis's torso, feeling his fur caress her body, and especially the now erected perky nipples of her small chest. A firm push from her snout dislodged the pillow stuck between his arms, and she effortlessly took its place, pushing it to the side.

Francis's arms quickly readjusted to hug Kayla's back. Unable to control herself, she started to stretch against the furry cocoon, the brush of his fur against her scale sending shivers down her spine.

She loved to bask in the warmth of his large body, with only his scent in her mind. While she was proud of her 1.81 meters, he dwarfed her at 2.04 meters, and she loved it. She loved being able to stretch and still feel him under her, to feel so small yet so protected when he held her tight against his chest, to be able to bury herself inside his oversized hoodie when they relaxed with each other...

She was still as crazy of him as she was day one, then years later and four adorable kids in.

She felt him shift under her, on the verge of waking up. She quickly raised herself with her forearms, placing her muzzle right before him, kissing him right as he opened his eyes. His emerald green eyes looked surprised for a moment, before he recognized her and returned the attention.

"Wakey wakey, sleepy!" she exclaimed with a laugh.

"There you are! Ready for the conference?" he answered, giving her a quick lick.

"I'm so ready I went four hours ago, and returned just now!"

He jolted up at that, concern erupting on his face. As much as she enjoyed getting her snout buried in his fur, especially his chest's, she still tried to push him back down, which he obliged once he noticed her attempt.

"Don't worry, I handled it just fine! I even recorded it for you."

"That's good... but why didn't you wake me up?"

"I figured that my most trusted assistant deserved a break, after spending hours crafting the perfect presentation. It rocked, by the way."

Francis looked embarrassed for a second, his gaze shifting to the side. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, her tongue peeking out to play with his fur and take in his tasty scent, and he focused on her again.

"I'm serious, ours was the best, and it was all thanks to you!"

"Those were all your ideas..." he tried to argue.

"... but they wouldn't make sense without your words, you know that."

Kayla tried to poke his nose to make her point, but he playfully nibbed her finger before she managed to touch him. She withdrew with a laugh, before locking her gaze in his.

"And you know what that means, right?" she asked in a flirty tone.

"I think I do, but you better say it."

"We have the rest of the day just for the two of us."

A shared smile blossomed on both of their faces as she kept talking.

"No captain, no kids, no conference for twelve hours."

"That's good."

"Yeah it's good."

"Good."

"Good!"

They both kept on looking in each other's eyes as their smiles grew, even as his hands brushed along her back toward her ass, even as her tail started to coil around his now erect prick. Then the dam broke, and they rushed toward each other. They started to feverishly kiss, their long tongues dancing together as they moaned in their joined mouths.

She felt his hands start to massage her ass checks, some of his fingers going as far as to tickle both of her entrances. Trying not to get distracted by the shivers that shook her, she started to pet his pectorals as her tail started to caress his length, her tip teasing his own with soft pats that sent ripples up his spine.

She soon felt precum stick to her tail, and she started to smear it all over his dick. But before she could lube him fully, he suddenly started to get up, still holding her butt. She locked her legs around his waist for support, and soon they were both moving toward the wall height windows, with its hopefully tinted glass.

"Oh, so we're doing this?" she asked between ragged breaths.

Francis shot her a cocky grin as he pressed her against the glass. It wasn't cold, to her surprise, allowing her to fully appreciate the flurry of kisses he gave to her neck, moaning all along, and the throbbing length now pressed against her belly, still sticky with his pre.

"What can I say? I love the classics..." he whispered.

As he continued to spoil her scales with wet, furry kisses, she gave a strong stroke to his still trapped prick with her tail. To her surprise, it immediately erupted, a thick rope of pre flying straight on her snout and modest blossom. He actually stopped to look at it, visibly embarrassed.

But she refused to let it kill the mood. Thinking quickly, she caught as much of it as she could with her tongue, and loudly swallowed as he looked in awe. It wasn't bad... but she knew the real deal was way better.

"And still no condom, hmm?" she said, shooting him a sultry smile.

It took him a second before he let out a soft chuckle, giving her tongue a lick.

"That's the only complaint I heard in ten years."

"Who said I was complaining?" she answered with a cocky grin of her own.

He let out a single laugh at that, before flipping her over, so fast that her heart skipped a beat. Now her face and chest were smooched against the window, smearing her husband's pre and drool on it. It only made her heart beat with renewed lust as she locked her legs around his waist once again.

She felt his tip tease her eager entrance, poking inside without committing to enter as Francis felt her sides as he held her in the air. She moaned as she shivered under his furry hold, and tried to slide further along his length, only for him to withdraw as she tried.

"Wha..."

He suddenly rammed forward, half of his length slipping inside without meeting any resistance inside her wet canal. She yelled in pleasure at that, expecting the rest of it to follow shortly. And follow it did: after pulling out, only leaving his leaky tip in, he once again rammed inside, his large mast stopping just shy of his knot.

She yelped when his prick filled her insides, before letting out a litany of lustful, hungry moans has he started to fuck her. She didn't care at all for the spectacle she was giving. If anything, the idea that someone might be spying them from outside made her even more excited, her tongue lolling out as she surrendered to the throes of her passion.

"I bet you'll want it inside, hmm?" he asked as he rubbed her shoulders.

She already felt his knot hitting her cunt. She knew the bulb of flesh could easily enter her, the only thing holding it back being the will of his strong, stubborn owner who'd rather ask her pointless question when all that she wanted was his dick, in full, right where it belonged!

"Yes!" she screamed with urgency.

"Prove it!" he growled, this time slobbering all over her neck.

Oh, now he wanted to keep playing? She decided such a situation called for drastic measures. She took a second to notice his rhythm, then slapped his buttock with her tail right as he entered her. He yelped as he jerked forwards, just as she pushed herself against the window, yelling her ecstasy as she felt him go deeper than he ever was today.

And yet... yet! It wasn't enough. Kayla felt his musky, engorged bulb opposes the faintest of resistance, stopping just shy of slipping inside. An amused, ominous chuckle echoed behind her back, right as a furry hand slowly caressed her now shivering back.

"Clever, honey..." said Francis's voice, right next to her ear.

He then bit her shoulder down stronger than before, stopping short of piercing through her scales, as he fucked her with renew vigour, not holding back this time as he grabbed her breasts to truly hammer himself in. Her brain turned to mush because of the pleasure, killing any sass or focus she still had up to this point, and she was reduced to pant against the window, barely holding on as her release came ever closer.

She didn't wait long for her release: her orgasm erupted barely ten seconds in, followed by a deafening moan from her throat. As if on cue, Francis grunted, finally embedding himself in her. She felt his dick swell with his cum before she was filled with hot semen, not a drop slipping out thanks to the fat knot now blocking her entrance.

She slipped a hand against her belly, out of instinctive lust rather than conscious thought, feeling some droll that made its way down there, and her body greedily swallowed all the liquid offering, swelling and heating a bit more after each rope being shot inside. When she felt the last of it being fired a couple of minutes later, her belly felt hot and looked positively bloated, almost mid-term. She coyly smiled as she figured it might very well occur, sooner than later.

"I didn't know I needed you so bad..." Francis said as he let go of her shoulder, his grip growing gentler.

"You outdid yourself this time. Check this out!"

She grabbed one of his hands, guiding it to the soft scale of her belly, slowly massaging it. She felt his still engorged dick shiver inside her as their hands kept on caressing, a testament to how much he enjoyed it.

"Let me guess, we'll soon be preparing for another baby shower, right honey?" he teased as he poked her lower belly.

"I don't know. Maybe you'd know if it happened all the other time you stuck to classics... wait..." she fired back in amusement.

"That's what I get for marrying miss "I always wanted a big family", didn't I?" he answered, briefly mimicking her voice.

They both snickered as they nuzzled each other, Kayla taking an almost perverse glee in pressing herself in his warm fur, tasting his strong, virile scent as she did so. Given how she felt Francis's tongue and cold nose explore every inch of her scales, she knew he indulged just as much... if not more so!

After a few minutes of this sensual ballet, he finally pulled her off the window, leaving a pretty noticeable pool of droll, spit and pre that neither acknowledged. Instead, he dropped on the bed, his knot still squarely stuck inside her, as they hugged tightly. They had the whole day ahead of them, so she figured some rest until he deflated was in order. Sightseeing could wait for a bit... just like a trip to buy some baby clothes!