Lonely Hearts Holstaurus Part 1

It’s been a rough couple of years.

 Finding work isn’t easy, especially if you are unmarried. There’s no bias on the books against unwed young men, but they are expected to settle down with a nice Mamono right after college to start cranking out babies. I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. At least I wasn’t ready to settle down with the nearest lovable nympho that claimed me as a mate without my say-so.

(Anyway), I thought it would be a GREAT idea to move out of my old town and find a new place, but it’s been worse than I expected. Every day was a struggle, my savings barely able to keep me in a shitty, downtown apartment until a friend got my foot in the door at an office job. Sure, I’m little more than a wage slave, the “bitch” of the office, but the pay isn’t terrible and what was left of my savings combined with my income allowed me to afford a much better apartment a couple blocks from my work place. It's all temporary, when I land a job with a computer services department, I'll finally get to use my degree instead of wasting away in this job. But that feels like long way from now. The job itself isn’t too demanding. Our boss is an Anubis named Alia. She’s not a bad sort. A little uptight as most Anubis are want to be, but a decent boss. The faggot cats like to talk shit about her at the water cooler, but she’s never mistreated me. I think she’s even kept trouble off my back a few times.

 One day, Alia calls me in after I just got done filing out a stack of TPS reports. She says someone fucked up and I need to redo them all before tomorrow. Fuck, this is going to take forever. She gives me a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder. My boss assures me it won’t take long, but I know that isn’t true, it’ll take me the rest of the evening to get all this shit sorted out. Couple of hours later, I sigh as I finish stapling the papers and stack them into her inbox. Took about two hours past closing to fix everything and have it ready for tomorrow. Least I'm getting overtime.

After a short walk to my apartment, I throw open my door and toss my jacket onto my coat rack before I slide onto the couch.  Work isn't hard, but it just makes me feel numb. Sitting in an office all day will do that to you, especially when you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home. My place is a bonafida bachelor pad, just a one bedroom apartment with a TV and some amenities, covered in shitty old B movie posters and a large book shelf with all my guilty pleasures lined up. Not terrible by any means, but the loneliness gets to me, even the internet and my books can only keep me entertained for so long.   My parents worry about me, and calling l me from time to time, but it isn’t like I have anything new to report. Some days I just feel like a failure, that if I went missing one day no one would care. I know that’s a childish thing to do, I’m sure my parents and friends would be heartbroken. It’s just one of those feelings I get when I’m depressed.

 A knock comes from the door, and I walk over to the threshold to see who it is. Looking through my peephole, I can see a smiling holstaurus waiting outside, my heart soaring into my chest as I gaze upon my crush, Maggie, my next-door neighbor. She’s an older woman. I’d say mid to late thirties? I'm not good at guessing women’s ages, honestly.  Maggie is my lifeline, the one person in the complex that’s could wash away my loneliness. She helped me move everything into my apartment and with her humble manners and sweet demeanor, it was love at first sight, though I’ve been…careful about revealing my feelings to her.

Don't know why she visits so much. Whenever Maggie’s in a playful mood she jokes spending time with me 'makes her feel young.' To be honest, I don’t care why she visits if I’m by her side. Most monsters scare me…there’s something predatory and self-serving about the usual monster girl’s demeanor, but Maggie is the complete opposite. She’s so loving and kind; it makes me feel warm whenever I’m around her. Safe. Protected.

 Another polite rap on the door jars me from my thoughts. Oh god, where are my manners, I’m being so rude. Opening the door, I give the motherly holst my brightest smile as I lock eyes with her, “Hey Ms. Maggie, what’s up?”

 “You don’t have to call me that, Chris. Maggie’s just fine. I didn’t see you today; I thought I’d give you some food.” She tells me as she extends a tin foil covered plate of leftovers.

 I thank her as I take the food into my hand, extending my arm in invitation as an invitation to enter, “Would you like to come in? I’m not busy.”

 Maggie gives me a polite look as she tilts her head, “If you don’t mind keeping an old heifer company.”

 I snorted, half-annoyed by her self-deprecating sense of humor, “You don’t look a day over 25. Come on in”

 While I warmed up the leftovers in the microwave, Maggie sits on the couch, one of my blankets draped over her lap. “You know, I can brew you some tea while we wait.” I call out, trying to extend some hospitality to my guest.

 “That’s fine, Dear don’t need anything, but thank you!” She calls out, polite as can be.

 “You sure? I’d feel bad if I couldn’t be a good host, especially after all the times you've looked after me.”

 “Oh darling, I don’t expect anything out of that. I just do it because... Well everyone needs a little company, besides you’re all by yourself!”

 I start brewing her favorite chamomile tea while the food cooks in the microwave.  She likes to pretend she doesn’t want anything from me even I know most if not all her favorite comforts.  I try not to stare from the kitchen as I steal a couple glances at her. She’s quite lovely, even for her age. Long flowing black and white hair with a set of cute little brown horns peeking out of her bangs. A matronly, soft curvy body with pinkish white skin, with both a marvelous bosom that strains against the sweater she’s wearing and hips fit to burst from the denim jeans she’s wearing. But the best part is her eyes. Sparkling green pupils that emanate warmth whenever she looks at you, masking the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes. God whenever she smiles I just…

 “Chris, are you okay? Is something wrong?” She frowns, noticing my stare.

 I curse as I drop a spoon, "Sorry! Tea'll be finished in a couple minutes!"  I feel like such an idiot, shouldn’t have been staring at her like that. Please don't think I’m a creep.

 After I finish in the kitchen, I sit down next to her with my food and hand her the cup.

She gives me a grin before she blows on the tea and blows off the excess steam. My neighbor takes a sip, her eyes widening in enjoyment of her warm beverage, “It’s perfect as always, Dear.”

 “A teaspoon of honey, just the way you like it.” I say, my cheeks reddening from her complement.

 She scooches closer to me, placing the blanket over my lap so that we can both get warm together. It’s cold outside and nothing warms the heart better than some warm leftovers and a gorgeous holstaurus.

 “How was work today?” My neighbor says before taking another sip from her mug.

 “Fine I guess,” I say, trying to hide my weariness.  “Alia needed me to stay for over
time. You know how it is.”

Sensing my tiredness, Maggie pats me on the knee, “It’ll get better, sweetie. I promise.”

 Grateful for her sympathy, I tried to hide a silly grin as I dig into her leftovers, turkey and dressing with a bit of cranberries. Oh god I love thanksgiving! “Thanks, Ms. Maggie!” I mumble before shoveling dressing into my mouth, trying to cover my satisfaction. Now it’s my turn to be polite, “So how was the volunteer work today?”

 “Fine. We’ve had a lot of people come in with the flu, it is that time of year, you know!” My friend says as her bovine ears flutter up and down, a tell-tale sign that’s she’s enjoying herself.

 “And how is Madeline doing?”

 A sad look crept across her eyes, trying to hide it with a fake smile, “She’s fine. Moved out to MUL the other day. Loaded up all her things and said goodbye.” Oh damn, I forgot her daughter was moving out for college…Way to be a jackass…

 “She’s the best thing my husband ever gave me, I’ll miss her” The older woman said with a wistful sigh.

 My ears perk up at her comment. She never wears a wedding band, so I know she isn’t married. Something happened to her husband…not sure what, but even though she talks about him, she’s never told me what happened to him. Best not to pry into painful memories, in my opinion.

 Sensing her melancholy, I try to think of something we can do together. Maybe a movie will cheer her up?  “Hey, do you want to put on a movie or something?” I ask her.

 She nods. “What do you want to watch?”

 “You’re my guest, you decide.” I say with a shrug before handing her the remote.

 She scrolls through the network guide till she finds a romance movie about a young man that falls in love with an Ara Ara kitsune. Not into romance movies, but I don’t care what I’m watching if it’s with Maggie. As the film starts playing, I turn out the lights before taking my place next to Maggie, the holst moving closer to me before she wraps both of us in my blanket.  I don’t have the best heating in my apartment and it's getting frigid outside, a convenient excuse to cuddle with Maggie. It's not ten minutes into the film before Maggie's enraptured by the movie, her eyes transfixed on the screen. It's a simple tale, an old folk story among Zipangu natives. The kitsune from the movie is very old and smart, but also haughty. A young man falls in love with her because of her grace and tries to win her heart, but she’s very stubborn. She tries to claim he’s only using her for her connections, but he tries his best to stand on his own and become her equal. Not a bad movie, I was expecting it to be sappier or glurge inducing.

 Maggie’s head creeps onto my shoulder and I can feel her hand resting on my knee. If this was anyone aside from her I would have felt uncomfortable, hell even uneasy. My history with Mamono hasn't been one I've had the best experiences with; But cuddled up next to a cute Holstaurus? I start to have thoughts, naughty thoughts. Even though she’s an older woman, She’s still very beautiful. Sure, not as perky or as fresh looking as some younger Mamono I know, but her face is so warm and inviting. As for her body, Maggie is a little bit on the thick side, but it just adds to her already luscious curves and soft, pillowy breasts. Combined with her sweet personality, I’m beginning to feel awkward being this close to my secret crush.

 The movie ends with the older kitsune handing the young man their first child together. He kisses the little kit on the forehead and embraces his wife as the credits roll; showing love can be found through the generations. “That was beautiful, wasn’t it?” Maggie murmurs.

 “Yeah,” I say, trying to hide my arousal by shifting away from her. “Hey uh…Maggie?” I ask, “Do you think you could ever fall in love with a younger man?” I ask, lust emboldening my words.

 “I don’t see why not! Mamono are a bit more…generous in their ability to have children after their golden years. My sister has a much younger boyfriend, to be honest with you.” Maggie cocks her head to the side, giving me a curious look, “Why do you ask?”
 Staring into her eyes, emboldened by desire and her words, two thoughts cross my mind. Maggie's beautiful. And I want to kiss her.
I give her a gentle peck on the forehead and she gives me a startled look, “Oh my! I… I didn’t know you were attracted to an old heifer like me.” Maggie tells me as a blush spreads over her cheeks.

 “You aren’t old” I whisper, “You’re beautiful.”

 She raises her eyebrow at my words, “I never expected to hear those words out of a young whippersnapper like you.”

 I put my hand over hers and give it a squeeze, her blush reddening as she considers my eyes, “Why do you always come to see me?” I ask her.

 She stays quiet for a moment. “Because you reminded me of him at first.” Her husband, I guessed.

 “When I first met him, he was always so gloomy and worried about the future…but I knew he had a wonderful heart. He gave me the best years of my life and when the accident took him from me…” Maggie let out a sob, cutting her explanation short.

 “It’s okay,” I tell her, squeezing her hand in reassurance. “You don’t have to say anything else if it’s too painful.”

 “Thank you,” she says in a hushed whisper before she regains her composure, “But then it grew into being because I saw you were someone that needed a shoulder to lean on, and I could do that for you. I know life isn’t always easy. You lose people. You move to new places. You don’t know anyone for a while. You just want some…stability. I’ve been a boat without a port before. I thought I could help.”

 She looks up at me with those big sparkling emerald eyes, my heart melting at her gaze. “I’m sorry; I hope that didn’t sound condescending. I know you’re an adu-!”

 Her sentence remained unfinished as I planted a kiss on her lips. Her eyes widened with surprise for a moment, but she opened her mouth and soon our tongues were twining together as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Without even thinking about it, I run my hand over her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before I reach in for another kiss.  I stop at the last second, blushing as I stare into her eyes, afraid that I’ve made a mistake.  Maggie gave me a concerned look as she notices my nervousness.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I say as I try to turn away from her. Maggie stops me, turning me around before pulling me to her chest.

“It’s okay, I got caught up in the moment too,” she assures me as she strokes my hair, “You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, it felt good. Really good. You’re quite the kisser, young man!”

“Glad it felt good. I…don’t have too much experience.” I admit.

Maggie stops stroking my hair and gazes into my eyes, “Oh my Chris, are you a virgin?”

 “No... I have some experience.” I said in a hushed voice, too ashamed of my first sexual experience to go into any details.
She put a finger under my chin and looked at me with those soft warm eyes again. She could see the troubled look on my face, “Was that ‘some experience’ with gentle partners that took the time to ask how you felt?” she says with a concerned look.

 I would have lied or tried to brush it off, but considering those eyes…I couldn’t do it, “No…” Maggie gives me a sad look.

“What happened?”  She asks, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

"No, it's fine. There was a group of hellhounds. I was walking around after hours and..." my voice becomes soft and withdrawn. Maddie, sensing the difficult subject reaches forward and pull me into her. I exhale a shuddering sigh, finding comfort in her soft pillowy bosom. She’s so tender and loving, much different from my past experiences with Mamonos.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, sweetie. You’re special, Chris. You deserve better.” Maggie tells me. The holst gently pushes me off her chest, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust, “I just had an idea! How about this, Dear? Why don’t I give you a ‘proper’ first time?

“Are you sure?” I ask her, worried I might be pushing her too far.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone else. Even an old woman like me has needs, y’know?  Besides,” the lustful Holstaurus says as she whispers into my ear, “I’d love to share a bed with you.”

“Maggie I-” She interrupts me with a finger on the lip.

 “But just for tonight, okay? I’m too old for you. We can have fun this once, but…you need to find someone closer to your age!”

“That’s BS, Maggie. Age doesn’t matter I-”

“Ah, Ah!” She says as she taps me on top of the head, “You’re being fresh, Dear! Let’s not get too emotional and ruin tonight, okay?” She says, her voice as sweet as honey.

“Okay” I say, relenting at her words.

“Good!” She says, “Now let’s go to your bedroom, this couch is a little bit too small to do anything fun.”
I nod my head, “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go!”

As we stand up from the couch, I take one of her hands into mine, entwining my fingers with hers. To my surprise, Maggie jerks her hand away from me, rubbing it as she averts her gaze, a crimson blush spreading across her cheek.

I frown, puzzled by her reaction. “I’m sorry…Did I do something wrong?”

 “N-no, I’m the one who should be apologizing,” she mutters “It’s been a long time since I…”

 “Made love?” I guess.

 She gives me a sheepish smile, trying to mask her own nervousness, gently taking hold of my wrist. “That…and held another man’s hand.” She admits as she leads me to my bedroom.
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       Maggie closes the door before beginning to disrobe me. I feel my face growing hotter as I began to helping her with her own attire, pulling our clothes off each other, only stopping to deliver a kiss or two. Finally, it was just us in our underwear. I rip off her sweater, exposing her marvelous, massive white mounds, a frilly pink bra barely able to contain her ample bosom. The rest of her body is so soft looking, with just a little bit of pudge in all the right places. My blue boxers painfully tight in the crotch as I tried not to stare at her sumptuous breasts. Maggie giggles before sliding off my underwear, licking her lips as she eyes my cock. While she’s still distracted, I reach behind her, trying to unlatch her bra only to find nothing but the strap.

“Oh no, Dear. It’s got a front latch,” She tells me guiding my hands to unbuckle the small latch in between her cleavage. Causing her breasts to flop out of their fabric prison as she lets it fall to the ground. Good Lord, she was bustier than she appeared to be! She giggles as she admires my stunned expression, seeming pleased with herself.

 “Yeah, I have to wear this bra otherwise they get in the way while I do work at the hospital. But enough staring at me” she said with a sultry grin “Let’s get a good look at you.” Her fingers slide beneath my waistband pulling my boxers down, causing my cock to spring up mere inches from her nose. A soft gasp of suprise gracing her voice before her tone takes on a more husky tone. “Oh Dear, that looks painful…maybe there’s something I could do to ease your tension?” she said with a caring, lust-filled expression. “Do you have any lube or lotion?”

 I tried my best to not look sketchy when I pulled a small container of Equate lube from my nightstand drawer. “I feel embarrassed” I tell Maggie as I hand it to her.

 She leans me against the side of the bed, pouring the lube over my rock hard cock, “Nonsense, Chris. We all need some way to manage our urges. You just happen to have me to help you tonight.” Maggie tells me as she pours more lube in-between her chest, the slippery liquid glistening in the dim lamplight of my room. She smiles as she takes my cock and squishes it between her massive breasts, her ministrations causing me to gasp as I grasp the edge of the bed tighter

 “So? How does it feel? It’s important to communicate with your partner, you know.” Maggie tells me with a smart grin.
 “So…so good. Can’t even!” I gasp as she continues to smoosh me between her ungodly soft breasts. Combined with her even, gentle strokes, I feel myself inching closer to climax. I let out one more gasp  as I shoot my load over her chest, covering her face and breasts in my seed. She looks at me with contentment as she licks a bit of me cum off her lips, “I have to say Chris, that was impressive.”

 “I feel bad.” I admit.

 Maggie tilts her head. “Why, Dear? You don’t have any reason to be ashamed. You were quite cute.” She attempts to tease me about my reactions

I blush at the teasing, taking a box of tissues off my nightstand and wiping my fluids from her chest and face. “You’ve always done your best to take care of me. Now we’re in the bedroom together, and once again you’re doing all the work.”

 She leans into me, giving me a soft, gentle kiss. “You’re such a sweet heart.”

 “I’m serious. “I say, kissing her back in kind as I guide Maggie on to the end of the bed and spread her legs apart. She raises her legs up into the air as I slide her delicate, pink panties off her body. She blushes a dark red, tightly clasping her thighs together in a show of modesty. God, she’s beautiful. I want to make her mine so desperately, to be there for her like she was for me. Brushing my hand over her soft, bovine-like legs, I look into her eyes, fierce determination filling my body, as I gently pull her thighs apart. Kissing down her pale, supple skin. “For once Maggie, I’m going to take care of you.”

I lower my face to her womanhood, a delicate, black and white patterned muff lies just above her beautiful, pink folds. Maggie shudders as I run my mouth over her lower lips, a sharp intake of breath coming from her as I grind my tongue between the sensitive folds, finding my way up to suckle on her engorged clit, rewarding me with firm tugs of my hair to which more hungry moans from her encourages me to enter. Probing away for the sensitive spots inside of her, as I rub my fingers over her clit as she gasps, her body wiggling as her tail swishing in front of me, each lick causing more intense movement from her cow-like tail. Good, she’s enjoying herself.  Maggie gasps as I stick my tongue into her deepest spot, finding purchase in her G-spot. Maggie starts to moan, the pleasure sending shivers through her as I continue running my tongue over her weak spots. “Mhhhhm, yes! Right there! Yes! “She screams as she clutches my face to her muff. A torrent of warm feminine juices washes over her chin as she climaxes, one last throaty moan signaling the end of her orgasm.  Her knees weakened by my assault, Maggie drops to the bed and rolls onto her back, her right arm placed over her face to conceal her expression from me.

 Grinning like a pleased idiot, I slid next to her, happy that I could make her feel good. Then I notice something. She was crying, “What’s wrong? Are you okay!?” I ask.

 She sniffles as she tries to hide her tears from me, “It's just, doing all this stuff made me think about him. He was the love of my life, and I feel like…like I’m being unfaithful.  I just feel bad, because you’re here with me being so nice “She sniffles, wiping a few tears away. “And I keep thinking about how much I missed all this and how I missed him”

 “Shh, it’s okay.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her head onto my chest. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to do anymore you don’t have to. I know you still love your husband.”

 “It’s not fair to you, though.” She tells me with a sad pout, “I told you I was going to help be a shoulder to lean on, and now I’m crying into your chest.”

 I sigh, frustrated with the holstaurus. “Maggie, for once stop trying to take on my burden. It’s okay to let someone else take care of you. I want to take care of you. You’re the first woman that I felt like I could trust like this.”

 My lust satisfied, I consider her as I built up the courage to tell her how I felt, “You’ve spent this whole year watching over me and keeping me company, and just being there when I needed someone. I’ve never felt so secure or cared for my entire life than when I was with you. I... I know this sounds silly coming from a young man like me, but I love you.”

 She gazes at me with those bright green eyes, stunned by my confession “I know. I shouldn’t have said that, but I wanted to let you know.” I say, fearing the sting of rejection.

 To my complete surprise, Maggie presses her body up against me and slips her tongue into my mouth. I didn’t have a chance to react as she climbs on top of me, her large round thighs pressing my legs together as she straddled me, “You shouldn’t tease an old woman like that. Especially a Mamono that hasn’t made love for a long time” She whispers.

 “I wasn’t. And you aren’t old.”

 Maggie aligns herself over my groin, but I stop her before she can place my manhood inside of her.

 “Are you sure you want to do this? If you want to stop, we don’t have to do anything else.”

Tears begin to pour down her cheeks as she looks at me with a sad smile, “Chris, for once in your life, stop trying to take everyone else’s burden onto your back,” She says, echoing my earlier words before leaning in close to my ear, “I want to repay you for everything nice thing you’ve said to me tonight. “She gives me a wink as I slid into her moist womanhood, pleasure flowing into my brain as her warm, moist insides rubbing against the head of my cock, “And now, I’m going to right and truly fuck your brains, young man!” She says in a sultry tone.

 We both lost all sense of composure at that point, Maggie pistoning up and down on my groin, her breasts bouncing in the air as I did my best to match my thrusts with hers, her slick, warm folds sending waves of pleasure through my body as I grabbed her chest and began to squeeze. She let out a loud moan as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and begin to suck. At first, nothing comes out but as my suckling began to intensify, warm, smooth milk passes from her bosom into my throat. God, if I could only describe the sensation…it was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life. My hands grabbed her meaty hips, pressing her waist down against me as she continued to come down again and again on my manhood, her face blushing a beautiful shade of scarlet, embarrassed at my new-found assertiveness.

My partner lets out a surprised yelp as I toss her onto her back, digitigrade hooves in the air as I spread her legs, our bodies still connected. “What are you doing?” She says, surprised by my bold move.

“Showing you how I feel.” I whisper my desire for her affection causing me to lose all sense of propriety. Maggie looks at me with surprised in her eyes before I thrust into her, a husky moan escaping from her lips as I slid into the deepest part of her pussy. And again. And again. Each time, building more moment as I pound into her, sweat dripping from my brow. The Holst grabs me by the back, her finger nails digging into my back as she pushes her lips against mine, our tongues mingling as we became one. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of rutting like a pair of teenagers in heat, I gave one last thrust, going all the way to the hilt. Maggie lets out a delicious moo as she came, her entire body shaking like a leaf as I pump a torrent of warm, milky cum into the deepest part of her womb. I stayed inside of her the entire time, my dick refusing to soften as I stayed connected with the woman I loved.
 Panting for breath, I laid on top of Maggie as our fluids mingled, a bit of my cum leaking out onto the blankets whenever I shifted my body to make myself more comfortable, “Was I…I mean I know I haven’t had much experience…but was it good for you too?” I ask.
 She giggles and then gives me a peck on the lips before pressing me into her ample, warm bosom, “It was marvelous. You made me feel alive again. Thank you.”

 As she strokes my hair, I look up into those beautiful emerald eyes, “Do you think we could be a couple?”

 She sighs, “I’m far too old for you, I’ll either outlive you or annoy the hell out of you with all my goofy old habits, I have a daughter that’s only a bit younger than you. Plus, we haven’t even been on a proper date, but you said you love me!”

 “I mean it.” I tell her.

Maggie gives me another kiss trying to reassure me, “I know you do.  But are you sure there isn’t someone else you’d rather have?”
“Maggie, I know you might think of me as just a kid, but I was serious. I came inside of you…if you got pregnant, if this wasn’t a safe day, I’d be there for you no matter what. You’re beautiful, kind, and wise. Nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you.” I told her, trying to be as sincere as possible.

 She started to tear up, her cheeks becoming red as tears flowed down her face, “I’m sorry, you’re such an exceptional young man, and all I can think about is how much you sound like him…God I’m awful.”

 My hand slips under her eye, rubbing her tears away as I give her a smile, “It’s okay if you miss him, I understand what it’s like to lose someone you care about. And I’ll be patient. If you want to take it slow and respect him, that’s fine. I just want to be there for you.”

 Maggie begins to bawl as she pulls me against her chest, I hold her tight, not wanting to let her go. When she calms down, I run my fingers through her hair and hum a soft little tune, trying to distract her from her problems.

 “You really do love me, don’t you?” She asks, breaking the silence.

 “Yes.” I say, insecurity creeping into my voice, “I know I can’t replace your husband, but even if you don’t love me like him, I can still be there for you, y’know?”

 “Honey…Chris, it’s okay. He’s been gone for a long time. It’s painful, but sometimes you must move on with your life. I can’t commit to something as deeply as what you want. But…”

“But?”

“But, if we come up with some boundaries, if I set up some rules we can follow, then we could be lovers.”

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, afraid of that she’s going to try and push me away.

“I care about you and you care about me, clearly. We won’t see anyone else, my scent will be enough to mark you as claimed to most Mamonos, so you won’t have to worry about those rude girls bothering you again. We won’t go out on official dates, but if you want to see a movie with me or go out on an outing that’s fine. But!” she says as she holds up her finger, “No public displays of affection! I’ll come over like normal and we can still spend time together, even if we don’t make love. If either of us aren’t feeling up to it, we can just cuddle and chat. And finally, this has to be our meeting spot.”

“Who’s that?” I ask, brow furrowed.

“I want to keep everything separate.” She explains, “If I need to cool down or if things get too intense, I need to have my own space, okay?”

“That’s fine.” I say, agreeing to her terms.

"Good. After you've spent some time with me and seen the good and then bad, then you can decide if you still want to be with me or not. Okay sweetie?" She says with a reassuring look.

"Okay Maggie. I can be patient." I tell her.

Maggie gives me a grateful look as sits on her hands and knees, presenting her tantalizing plump ass while her tail swishes back and forth, “Good, now that we’ve settled all that, would you like to go another round with me, lover?” she teases, her fingers spreading her pink, delicate pussy. I oblige her, guiding my cock in with a single thrust, my lover letting out an excited gasp as she rubs her tail against me. My hips rock back and forth, gently at first before I begin to pick up speed. God…she’s so wet. Feels like I could blow my load at any moment, but she isn’t close yet.  My grip tightens on her plump fertile ass as I thrust into her with everything I have, Maggie’s panting increasing in pitch as I rail inside of her, the holst’s delicate, feminine moans becoming more lustful with every second. My vision goes white for a moment as I give one last thrust, sending a torrent of cum into her womb as Maggie lets out an intense, throaty cry of pleasure, her hands digging into the sheets as her tail stands straight on end, her hips weakly thrusting against mine as she takes milks me for every bit of seed I have.

 Exhausted, I fall on my back as I slide out of her, white cum leaking from her pussy as she takes her place beside me with a playful grin, snuggling me to her breast as she runs her fingers through my hair, “That was wonderful.” She says in a hushed whisper, her hand rubbing across my chest as she gazes at me with those bright green eyes, “Are you really happy doing this with an old cow like me?”
 Sensing her insecurity, I reach out and give her a kiss on the forehead, “Maggie, I can tell you honestly, I wouldn’t do this with any other Mamono.” I frown as a thought crosses my mind, “though I’m not sure how your daughter is going to take this.”

“She doesn’t have to know, silly!” Maggie giggles before she slides on top of me, my cock already beginning to harden as she presses against me. “Oh, to be young again.” She says as gives me a kiss on the forehead. “Still, you’ve worn this old heifer out. I’m so tired, I haven’t made love like that in a long time.”

“Would you like to spend the night?” I ask, my arms wrapping around her back, “I’d love the company.”

 “That’s sounds wonderful, Dear, but I should probably go back to my room for now.” She gives me a kiss on the forehead before snuggling into the crook of my arm, “I’m just…” She yawns softly, ending in a cute little squee of comfort.  “Going to rest her for a moment before I…” within moments, she’s asleep, her chest rising up and down as Maggie nuzzles my neck.  I reach to the side and grab the covers that have been tossed to the side due to our bouts of amorous comfort, pulling them over us. My hand taking its instinctual place on her soft waistline, thoughts drift from my post-orgasmic high to ones of our future. I can only hope for the best as I place soft kisses to Maggie's forehead which brings an unconscious smile to her lips. My lips turn to mirror hers as if that alone gave me the answer I was looking for, and I take my place beside her in slumber and beside her heart, where I feel I am truly welcome.