Meet Me in the Hotel Room (Patreon)

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 The night was sparsely lit with dilapidated streetlamps, the sky overcast with thick, black clouds. There was the constant threat of rain, and although there was streaks of lightning and distant thunder, not a single drop had hit the ground all day. Deep into the night with hardly any activity on the adjoining streets and sidewalks there came quick movements of one individual in particular.   
 
  At a glance it was easy to see that he was tall and clad in a long trench coat with the collar pulled up to hide his features. A black, felt fedora was pulled low over his face and muzzle, his eyes just barely visible beneath the brim. His movements were swift, his form dashing across the street, of which barely had any car activity on it.   
 
  He stopped on the sidewalk and gave a quick glance around, his paw holding his coat tightly closed while the other grasped a briefcase. His breath came in soft pants, his heart galloping in his chest. Trained eyes stared hard at his surroundings, scrutinizing every corner, every shadow that came off as vaguely bipedal. Nothing jumped from the alleys though, and with only the wind picking up in intensity the figure suddenly side stepped and pushed his way into the establishment he was near.   
 
  The door gave a ring as it moved open, catching the attention of a single worker set at the main desk. She was a middle aged raccoon, a book splayed open in front of her, her disposition blatantly evident that she didn't want to be there. It was a pretty convincing facade on the CIA's part. This wasn't the first time he had been there and it wasn't going to be the last.   
 
  Away from the wind, an orange paw came up and drew the hat from atop the cloaked male, revealing two large ears and rather strong, handsome features. Immediately recognized as a maned wolf, his golden eyes gazed out at the confines of the lobby as he approached the counter. The receptionist had to crane her head, his towering stature something like she had never seen before.   
 
  “I have a reservation,” he said in a low rumbling voice, not unlike the brewing storm's thunder. It was gruff and even a bit husky, perhaps an indication of his age though his looks betrayed that he was in his early thirties.   
 
  “Your name?” the young panda asked and grasped a small book from the side and turned its cover over.   
 
  “Mark Rent,” the maned wolf said, parroting a fake name he was given, and chanced a glance over his shoulder as if he was expecting someone to be stepping into the hotel after him. The girl flipped through a few pages in the book and settled on the more recent entries. She traced a finger down the page and mentally read through the names, of which there were few. Coming across his particular entry she paused and saw that a special symbol was marked next to his name, one she was trained to spot and understand in a way that others wouldn't.   
 
  The sound of a metal hitting marble sounded out which made the lupine turn back to see that a small brass key had been set on the counter. It was fixed to a small loop along with a strip of green painted leather. He stared down at the small object for a couple moments and then snatched it as he began for the stairs. His mind started to race a little bit and he placed the hat back over his long ears.   
 
  As he bounded up the two flights he glanced again at the brass key and green strip. The room number: 205, was imprinted on the leather, but the color told him that someone was waiting inside. Whoever it was, it wasn't an enemy. He knew that for sure. This kind of a hotel, with connections to the agency, had specific codes and ties that were subtle enough to alert agents but not anyone else of anything that was going on.   
 
  He reached the second floor and while he told himself to remain calm he couldn't keep his heart from racing and his mouth from going dry. He made a gesture to not hide his footfalls and even dumped the toe of his shoe against the door as he situated himself to unlock it. He needed to make sure whoever was inside knew him to not be an enemy.   
 
  With one paw he slowly unlocked the hotel room door and brought the other close by his hip, a holstered revolver loaded and ready for action was hidden away on his belt. He was ready to drop the suitcase and seize his sidearm if things didn't turn out how he expected. With a click he turned the handle and nudged his way inside, of which was completely dark. He froze for a moment as he let the door hang ajar but then stepped in and reached to the side for a switch.   
 
  With a flick the room was cast in light and a familiar body was immediately revealed. Lying on the bed almost directly in front of the door was a woman, another maned wolf like himself. She was on her back and barely had an article of clothing on her, save for fishnet arm gloves and stockings. He recognized her instantly.   
 
  “Taylor!” he called out and quickly slammed the door and locked it. “What the hell are you doing?” he snapped. The outburst seemed to only elicit a giggle from the girl as she shifted on the bed. Her legs were spread open rather wide, accentuating her well groomed pussy. Her back was arched and her arms folded behind her head as she stared at the new comer, her modest breasts gently bobbing with each breath she took. As the silence grew so did his temper. He grit his teeth and was about to snarl until she spoke.   
 
  “I've missed you, Olsen,” she whispered with a sultry tone. Her soft voice was like honey to his ears and his built anger melted away like ice. His form relaxed a bit and his jaw unclenched.   
 
  “I've missed you too,” he replied and slowly approached the side of the bed, the briefcase let to rest on the floor. The girl watched and smiled, waiting for him to come close enough before she shifted and got to her feet. They embraced quickly, arms closing around each other and their lips met in the middle. For several long passionate seconds the world was far away, and the fear of being hunted was lax for the first time in months.   
 
  Slowly they parted and locked gazes. Thunder and lightning rolled outside but both were distant. He loved how the brief flashes danced and over her features, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever encountered, of course.   
 
  “Why are you naked though? Anyone could have come in and seen, you know what kind of situation I'm in!” he said lowly, his voice becoming hard and serious.   
 
  “I had the situation covered,” she said and turned away to approach the bed again. She got to her knees on the mattress and bent down to reach underneath her pillow, the action causing her rear end to push out. Olsen was treated to a sight of the woman's gorgeous backside, tail lifted up, her soft pussy lips shown just beneath her tailhole that was hardly being covered.   
 
  He suddenly felt his breathing become quicker and his clothes a bit too restrictive. He realized that he had not blinked until she turned back around and sat on the bed's edge, a revolver grasped loosely in her paw, held out to show him.   
 
  “I had this,” she said with a smirk. One leg crossed over the other and as Olsen stood there gazing at the image of his mate holding out the firearm, he became stunned once again by her beauty.   
 
  “I just don't want you to get hurt,” he said and turned his eyes to hers again.   
 
  “Oh come now. I'm a better shot than you if you remember correctly,” she chuckled and got back up to set the gun on the bedside table. She got up and slipped back into his embrace.   
 
  “We are in a very dangerous situation, I'm sorry that you've had to get roped into it,” he admitted and let his paws drift down over her sides and rest at her hips.   
 
  “I did volunteer, you know,” she reminded and smirked as she watched his face turn from anxious to sullen.   
 
  “Yeah, I remember,” he whispered and continued to softly pet through her luscious fur, an action that didn't go unnoticed.   
 
  “Take your clothes off,” she whispered after leaning her head up to get closer to his ear. Olsen's eyes widened and his ears perked.   
 
  “This is hardly the time for that, Taylor,” he said stronger. Even as he tried to stay firm with his words her giggle made his posture relax once again.   
 
  “I have you for the whole night, there's no way you're getting out of this,” she said and suddenly the male felt his belt unclasp and become loose, the front of his pants having a pair of paws working to undo them. “It's been a far too long since we last shared a bed,” she continued.   
 
  “Taylor...” he tried to protest but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want this. Want her. She pushed his pants and underwear down just as he shrugged away his jacket and let his hat drop to the pile. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and a red tie around his neck. As he tried to undo his shirt the girl grasped his tie and pulled on it as she lied back. Made unbalanced he fell over her form gently and chuckled, their lips coming together again as he climbed into a more comfortable position.   
 
  The two shifted around and Olsen was able to take the rest of his clothes off. Their lips never left each other. Taylor wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close. She would rub and grind her wet pussy lips against his sheath in an attempt to encourage him to get hard. Her efforts weren't in vain and she was rewarded with a very eager canid cock that dripped pre cum over her pelvis.   
 
  Taylor gasped and tilted her head back as she felt her mate's impressive length grind lengthwise between her lower lips. He felt so hot and wet, more so as she was so incredibly ready to accept him. Olsen began to kiss and bite down over the side of her neck, his lips trailing lower on her body. He came to her breasts and latched to one of her nipples while he squeezed and groped the other.   
 
  She moaned and panted as his soft tongue rolled circles against her sensitive flesh. He knew exactly how to make her squirm. He sucked harder and drew his head back, pulling on her breast with his lips and then let go. He'd do the same to the other, even gently grazing her erect tits with his teeth in the form of a nibble. She liked it when he was a bit rough, his mouth taking liberties as he'd bite and lap over her amazing bust.   
 
  While she didn't want to let him go he was able to break the constraint of her legs, his mouth drawing kisses and licks as he began to travel further down her belly. In the absence of his mouth she grasped at her own breasts and began to twist and pinch her own nipples. She tried to sit up some and watch as his muzzle settled between her legs. He had taken the time to nuzzle against her womanhood and take in her scent. He immediately realized she was in heat, and the entirety of her actions made sense. He also knew the result of this night would likely be a littler of pups.   
 
  With a paw he spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers and dipped his tongue against her slick folds. Her back arched immediately and a soft cry escaped her lips. He lapped hungrily at her cunt. He loved how she tasted, her heated smell having an interestingly intoxicating affect on his mind. His arms came up under her legs and he lifted her rear end from the bed. His tongue once content with sucking on her petals  and dabbing at her clit began to push inside.   
 
  The invading, wiggling organ made the woman clamp his head between her thighs. She'd have screamed if not for the finger that she was quick to bite on. Olsen found the top of his head being grasped at, his large ears splaying some as her blunt claws drew circles on his scalp. Her hips bucked and pushed hard against his mouth as he tried to see just how far he could get his tongue to go. She whimpered and whined lustfully, his treatment doing well to get her excited with anticipation for what was to come next.   
 
  In a move that always seemed to come too soon the male slipped his tongue away and gave his lips a lick of the excess feminine fluids that had collected there. His chin dripped with some of her essence. His lips drew a quick line back up her belly and between her breasts again as he got back into a more appropriate position.   
 
  Taylor licked gingerly at his mouth and cheeks as his face came closer, her legs slipping up on his hips once more. Her arms came around his lithe, athletic form and hugged him close just as she felt his cock push inside of her. She moaned against his lips and arched her back, his member sliding easily inside and not stopping until he hilted.   
 
  With knees and elbows braced he began to buck against her, the bed squeaking in tandem with their movements. She bit her lip to try and be quiet in consideration for anyone else that might have been in the adjacent rooms, but after a while she no longer cared. His rough grunts and moans mixed with her excited howls and yips. Oh, how she had missed this. No other male in her entire life was able to fill her so full and move in such a way to elicit the greatest of euphoric sensations.
 
  Olsen's large ball sack struck hard against her rear end and added to their chorus. His hips rolled in a quicker pace, shifting ever long strokes to more rapid strikes that made her scream his name. She was quick to orgasm, her body trembling to a crescendo that had her blunt nails dig hard into her fur. He was no stranger to receiving scratches over his back for such a reason.   
 
  His teeth found her neck and held her close as he continued to drive harder. His muscles flexed hard and he could feel his fur getting wet with perspiration. He wanted to go on all night at this pace. Within her embrace and deep into the wells of ecstasy the world around them melted away and didn't matter. For as long as he was caught up in her heat nothing else took precedents.   
 
  He began to drive more of his weight behind each of his thrusts, something that began to make the headboard smack the wall. The sound broke into Taylor's thoughts and a soft giggle escaped. Olsen paused for a moment and chuckled with a smirk playing over his lips, and seeing an opportunity, his mate flipped them around so that she was on top.
 
  It happened so fast that he barely realized what was going on, only that his mate was grinding down hard against his cock. She would work and hump on his shaft, her body leaning forward and her paws placed against his belly. She groaned hotly with each pant, the bed practically jumping as she would lift up and then let her weight carry her form down. She had gotten so into it that she didn't realize how quickly she was reaching another orgasm.   
 
  His mind still whirling from the sudden take over Olsen wasn't far off either. Their voices began to increase in pitch and volume, his paws resting on her hips as he tried to pull her down against him even harder. Her breasts bounced freely in the air, her form leaning back with her head tilted up. With eyes closed she felt her body shudder into another wracking orgasm, one that had her clamping down hard against her lover's member.   
 
  The action didn't go unnoticed and Taylor was met with a flood of her mate's cum splashing inside of her fertile body. With teeth clenching Olsen snarled out like he was ready to tear someone's throat out. Every last fiber of energy once dedicated to anger towards his mission came out as his climax. His body eased back after several long, tense seconds of his form staying locked to hers, his knot firmly embedded into her pussy and insured that not a single drop would come out.   
 
  Coming down from their collective high Olsen sank back into the bed while Taylor leaned forward and gently toppled against his chest. Together they panted hard and stayed close. With their bodies tied moving anything major was quite difficult but that didn't stop them from working the bed's comforter over their forms. Exhausted and drained they were quick to drift to sleep with their arms pulled around each other.   
 
  Only a couple hours went by when there came a loud screech and the sound of car doors opening and slamming. Olsen instantly woke and leaped from the bed to peer out the window. Taylor  came around as soon as she felt his absence and stared after him as he froze. The storm had fully come upon them and rain was falling in sheets, so it was difficult to make out just what was going on on the sidewalk and street below. He didn't need specifics, he knew what was happening.   
 
  The maned wolf went to work pulling his once discarded clothing back on and fastening everything together. Far below in the main lobby, the front door was shoved open by three very burly individuals with broad shoulders, Thompson Submachine guns held in their grasps. The girl at the front desk snapped to attention and dove behind the counter as a hail of bullets crashed against the furniture. Being bullet proof she was able to recover and retaliate. While the men that entered began to exchange their empty magazines she reeled back from behind the crater marked counter and drew up a loaded magnum. She was able to fire twice and take out two with head shots but the third quickly pulled up and gunned her down with a wild spray.   
 
  Hearing the exchange the two maned wolves were spurred to prepare faster. Taylor grabbed the suitcase that her mate had come in with and shoved it underneath the bed. Olsen grabbed his revolver and went to the door and opened it up just enough for him to peek out into the hallway. As soon as he saw two thugs hurrying up the steps he closed the door and moved to the side, ready for a fight.   
 
  “There's no time!” Taylor whispered frantically and dashed to her mate. Before he could do much she shoved a folder into his arms and began to push him towards the window. “You have to get out of here, thing's have become too dangerous,” she went on. He had turned to argue with her, that he wasn't going to leave but he knew she was right. He shoved the window open and peered down at the road. Two cars had converged on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, their doors laid open and an armed guard stood next to each vehicle.   
 
  He glanced back at his mate worried as he stuffed the folder into the inside of his jacket. “I'll be fine!” she growled and hefted her own revolver. She stared at the door in anticipation but Olsen suddenly grabbed her from behind and turned her around. He gave her lips a quick kiss and then stared hard into her eyes.   
 
  “Stay safe,” he said.   
 
  “You too,” she retorted. He turned back to the window and clasped a small grappling hook to the frame and quickly began to rappel down the side of the hotel. He reached the sidewalk hard and the two guards were immediately alerted to his position.   
 
  “Hey! He's over here!” one shouted and quickly pulled up his weapon. Olsen raced across the street, his feet stamping out great splashes in the freshly formed puddles. The advancing thugs from the hallway turned back and rushed from the establishment as gunfire filled the street. Taylor watched from the window in terror as her mate dodge the golden streaks of projectiles and even turn back to fire a couple rounds from his own sidearm. One of the guards was struck in the chest and went down, the other frantically tried to reload.   
 
  Olsen took his chances and leaped to the other end of the street just as the rest of the mafia personnel came sprinting from the hotel. In the distance came flashing red and blue lights, the police rapidly coming onto the scene but the thugs didn't care. They tried firing after the government agent but it was too late. To Taylor's relief she watched as his fluttering coat vanished behind the threshold of a building, his dark form vanishing within the greater shadow of the structure.