She knew she wouldn't last long herself, as she could actually feel his cock through the walls of her pussy. Her asshole was tingling in an incredible sort of way, and her fingers were moving a frantic pace. Chris's hands were back on her breasts, making most of her erogenous zones accounted for.

"Miss Anya . . . sweet Jesus, I don't think I'm gonna last much longer!" Chris growled.

"Just... a. . . moment . . . Longer," Anya grunted, each word emerging as Chris's dick plunged into her ass. She could feel the pressure building Like champagne behind the cork of a bottle that's been shaken too much.

"That's it! Fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum!" And she was a woman of her word, as her ass tightened its stranglehold on Chris's cock while her pussy tried to ensnare her fingers. A bolt of pleasure shot towards her head, clanging around in her brain like the bell at the county-fair strongman game before it crashed back down towards her crotch, expunging the girl-jizz from her body.

As her cum dripped onto Chris's waist, she felt his member spasm in her behind. He was grunting so hard that Anya thought he was going to give birth as he filled her rectum with semen. 'The man's got some balls on him,' Anya thought as she felt the molten stickiness fill her backdoor. She collapsed against his chest, curling one finger around in his chest hair.

"Was I worth the wait?" she hummed contentedly, soaking in his body heat.

"Miss Anya, you woulda been worth twice the wait."

"Well next time, I don't want to wait that long." She poked her head up and looked around.

"Why don't we make ourselves comfortable on the bed . . . unless you're in a hurry to leave?"

"Not much chance in hell of that," Chris said.

“But what if Jane needs the room?"

“Doubt that'll happen," Anya replied, getting up and getting on the nearby bed and holding the covers up as Chris joined her.

“She'll probably be with Red again tonight. But if she comes back," Anya added wickedly, “we'll just let her sleep with us."

“Life... is. . . good," Chris said, silenced finally by a kiss.

Jane was sitting next to the opening that led down into Red's lair.

She had been there for over half an hour and was beginning to shiver, wishing she had brought her coat to the meeting rather than leaving it on the bed. ‘How long should I wait?’ she thought to herself. She was really worried about Red, but the others had warned her.

She heard something coming up the stairs, and then Red walked out.

The beautiful lycanthrope looked surprised.

"Hey," Red whispered hoarsely, obviously still a bit upset.

"What are you doing up here?" she added, suddenly looking concerned.

“Are you cold? Why . . ." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jane's smaller frame.

“You should've come down."

"They . . . they said to give you some space . . . not to go to ... bed . . . with you when you're angry."

Red kissed the side of Jane's head.