Summit of Desire

Albärt had been waiting for this night since the moment their paths crossed at the joint UEFA promotional event in Zurich. The big honey-brown bear stood nearly a head taller than most, his sturdy teddy-bear frame filling out the blue patchwork jersey with the number 24 still clinging to it even after the tournament lights had dimmed. His dark-green eyes sparkled whenever Maddli walked into a room, and tonight those eyes were fixed only on her.

Maddli, the spirited Saint Bernard with her pure white muzzle and rich caramel patches, padded into the private suite they had booked high above the city. At eighteen she carried herself with the same energetic bounce she showed on the pitch, floppy caramel ears swaying, oversized dark-brown eyes framed by long black lashes. The multi-colored jersey with the number 25 hugged her soft curves; the matching blue shorts sat low on her hips. Her pink-and-purple sneakers were already kicked off by the door.

“You came,” she said, voice warm and a little breathless.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Albärt answered, closing the distance. His large paws settled on her waist, thumbs brushing the soft fur just above the waistband of her shorts. He leaned down and kissed her—slow at first, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, then deeper when she opened for him and her tongue met his.

The kiss turned hungry. Maddli’s paws slid up under his jersey, feeling the solid muscle beneath the honey-brown fur. Albärt’s cock was already half-hard, thickening against the front of his shorts as she pressed closer. He broke the kiss only long enough to pull his jersey over his head, revealing the broad chest and the lighter fur on his belly. Maddli’s jersey followed a second later, her soft white chest and the caramel fur across her shoulders bare to the cool air. Her small, dark nipples were already tight.

Albärt cupped one breast, thumb circling the nipple while his other paw slid down the back of her shorts and squeezed the firm curve of her ass. Maddli moaned into his mouth and pushed the shorts down her thighs. She stepped out of them, completely naked now—white and caramel fur soft under his paws, the neat slit of her pussy already glistening between her legs.

“Want to taste you first,” she whispered, dropping to her knees on the thick carpet.

Albärt’s shorts and socks came off in one motion. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the shaft a deeper brown than the rest of him, the blunt head already slick with precum. Maddli wrapped both paws around the base and licked a long, slow stripe from root to tip, then took the head into her warm mouth. She sucked gently at first, tongue swirling, then sank lower, taking more of him until her nose brushed the soft fur at his base. The wet sounds of her mouth working his cock filled the room. Albärt’s paws rested lightly on her head, not pushing, just feeling the bob of her ears as she sucked him deeper, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing around the thick length.

She pulled off with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and looked up at him with those big dark eyes. “You taste so good.”

He lifted her easily, carrying her to the wide bed. Laying her on her back, he spread her thighs and settled between them. The first long lick over her pussy made her hips jump. He dragged his tongue through her folds, tasting her, then focused on the swollen little clit, circling it while two thick fingers slid inside her wet heat. Maddli’s paws clutched the sheets; soft, needy sounds spilled from her mouth as he fucked her with his fingers and licked her open. When she came the first time her thighs trembled around his head and her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, flooding his tongue with more of her slick.

Albärt crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his mouth. His cock rested heavy against her stomach. She reached down, stroked him once, then guided the thick head to her entrance.

“Put it in me,” she breathed. “I want to feel every inch.”

He pushed forward slowly. The broad head stretched her open; the thick shaft followed, sinking deeper until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against her. Maddli’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, arms wrapping around his neck. For a moment they stayed locked together, feeling the pulse of his cock inside her, the flutter of her pussy around him.

Then he began to move.

Long, steady strokes at first—almost all the way out, then sliding back in until their hips met with a soft wet sound. Maddli wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. Albärt’s pace built. The bed creaked. The wet slap of fur against fur filled the room. He fucked her with deep, rolling thrusts, angling so every stroke dragged over the spot that made her cry out.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.”

He pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and drove back in from behind. One big paw gripped her hip; the other reached under to rub her clit in firm circles while he pounded into her. Maddli’s head dropped to the mattress, ass high, taking every thick inch. The new angle let him go even deeper. His cock dragged along her front wall with every thrust, and the wet sounds grew louder, messier.

He pulled her up so her back was against his chest, still buried inside her, and cupped both her breasts while he fucked up into her. She turned her head and they kissed messily, tongues sliding together as his cock pistoned in and out of her soaked pussy.

When he felt her starting to tighten again he slowed, then withdrew. Maddli made a soft, frustrated sound. He lay back against the pillows and guided her to straddle him. She sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, taking him to the root, and began to ride. Her paws braced on his broad chest; her hips rolled and bounced, the caramel and white fur of her body moving above him. Albärt’s paws held her waist, helping her rise and fall, watching his thick shaft disappear into her again and again.

She leaned forward, bracing on his shoulders, and fucked herself on him harder. The wet slap of her pussy on his cock was constant now. Her second orgasm hit hard—pussy clamping down, thighs shaking, a long broken moan spilling from her throat as she came around him.

Albärt flipped them again without pulling out. On her back once more, legs pushed wide, he drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts. The headboard knocked the wall. Maddli’s paws slid down to grip his ass, pulling him in harder.

“Inside,” she begged. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

His rhythm turned ragged. A few more deep strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing hard as he came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, coating her walls, overflowing around his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets. He stayed locked inside her through every spurt, grinding against her clit until the last of his release was spent.

They stayed joined for long minutes, breathing hard, soft kisses traded between them. When he finally softened and slipped free, a thick trickle of creampie followed, running down the soft fur of her inner thigh. Maddli reached down, gathered some on her fingers, and licked them clean while looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Albärt cleaned the rest with his tongue—slow, thorough licks that made her shiver and moan all over again—before crawling up to gather her against his chest. Their fur was damp with sweat and the scent of sex. Outside the city lights glittered, but inside the suite there was only the quiet afterglow and the slow stroke of his paw along her back.

Maddli nuzzled under his chin. “Next time,” she murmured, already half-asleep, “I want you to take me against the window. I want the whole city to know how good you fuck me.”

Albärt’s cock gave a tired twitch against her thigh. He kissed the top of her head, dark-green eyes soft.

“Whatever you want, Maddli. We’ve got all the time in the world.”