keith nat tiddy

	It was another night at the Legacy Estate, the unnaturally big mansion lulling most of its current inhabitants to sleep. However, Keith and Natani stood up, the wolf lounging on the bed, gnawing on the various snacks she had ordered while Keith sat quietly on the side of the mattress. It had been a night or two since their ‘rendezvous’ in the shower, and Keith still didn’t know where their relationship stood. He wanted to return the favor in any way he could, pleasure for pleasure, but had no clue where Natani drew the line. He looked over his shoulder, observing her as she chowed down.

	She was completely oblivious of the mental strife Keith was subjecting himself to, enjoying the downright ridiculous selection of meats Trace’s kitchen had to offer instead. Her coat shone, her body enjoying the rest and recuperation her stay that this otherwise intimidating mansion had to offer. Chomping down on another bite of jerky, she stretched as her usually voracious and needy belly felt absolutely full, the wolf ready for a nap as her muscles let out a collective sigh of relief. She spied Keith moping on the side of the bed with his polka-dot spotted boxers, and in an instant swept him against herself, joyfully squeezing him. She knew how to cure his usual sulky attitude.

	Keith couldn’t help but smile as he was suddenly frisked into being the little spoon, Natani wrapping herself around him like a heavy coat. Finally, the wolf broke the silence with a “Hi.”

	The basitin chuckled as he was stuck locked in place, his face ablaze and warm. “H-Hello to you to,” he managed to get out, his chest slightly constricted by the overtly zealous hug, “What’s the occasion?”

	“Well I saw you thinking yourself to death on the side of the bed,” she teased, swishing her tail, “Thought I’d come to the rescue.”

	He looked guilty for a second, forgetting that she could read him better than anyone else. “Yeah… guess I was.” He went back to thinking, once again in bitter turmoil. He could just ask the question, see what she said, worst comes to worst he’d just play it off as a joke, but something in his chest was stuck in passive complacency. Natani could tell something was troubling him, it was obvious just on his body language.

	“Don’t just sit there and agree,” she squeezed him, pulling him closer to his chest, “If you won’t tell me I’ll get it out of you somehow.”

	He sighed, realizing there was no way he’s getting out of this. With a collective thought of ‘Screw it’, he confessed. “Is that offer to touch your- uh… chest still open?”

	The wolf stilled for a second, looking down at Keith in disbelief. “Is that seriously what’s gotten your boxers in a knot?”

	“Yea… Well, no… I-” He sighed again, accepting defeat, “I don’t know, I feel guilty for that night in the shower, you know. I was hoping to, well, return the favor… eventually.”

	With that he felt her arms retract and release him from the possessive hug. Natani rolled over, once again on her back. He looked on in confusion until she smirked at him, putting her arms behind her head. “Well go ahead, stud,” she savored the last word, watching his tail flick and twitch, “Grope to your heart’s content.”

	Keith moved slowly, but was still as eager as ever, crawling into her lap. He shivered, his nerves still dominant over sense as he stared at what she had to offer. Her physique was incomparable in his eyes, her warm, dark red coat his new favorite color. Thick and soft fur covered her from head to toe, and he would gladly get lost in it. He stared forward, stuck gazing at her chest. Despite his confused view on her gender, he couldn’t help but relish in her endowment. They were almost too good of a distraction, but for now he gladly drank in the sight, tentatively reaching a hand forward.  A shiver traveled up Natani as she felt his hand land on her bosom, not at all used to being on the receiving end of this.

	Keith’s mind went blank, his hand instinctively squeezing the soft mound. He’d felt them before, mainly by accident, but now it was a whole new ball game. The amount of give was legendary, while still maintaining a nice amount of firmness from her years of training. Keith looked from her chest to her face, smiling as she stared smugly on at him.

	“Gotta admit, this is a nice view,” she smirked, her hands finding his sides. Keith blushed even harder, knowing exactly how this situation would go if Natani had her desired hardware. The wolf chuffed, eating up any sort of ride she could get out of her bed-fellow. He was so uptight, it was fun seeing him let go at least a little bit, especially if it meant getting him flustered. She pulled him forward, knocking him forward so his muzzle crashed right onto her breasts. His eyes widened and cheeks went from rosy to cherry red while Natani cackled away. She looked down at him again, a loving smile on her muzzle as she pulled him up and into a kiss, giggling quietly as Keith absolutely melted on top of her.

	He still grabbed and groped, his hand infatuated with its plaything, the kiss just a cherry on top. Natani could feel him start to get heated. His tongue pressed against hers, holding a new passion as the night went on, quickly finding what his body wanted to do. His thumb brushed against her tit through the fur, sparking a moan from deep inside of her. She broke the kiss, gasping as pleasure she all too unaware of hit her nerves. She quivered, not at all used to this treatment. The Gods had been especially cruel to her, not only endowing her with such a womanly body, but also with all too sensitive nerves on her private bits.

	“Keith!” she cried out, shuddering in bliss. Her legs squeezed together, thighs rubbing together.

	Her call immediately ceased his adventuring, his face quickly turning concerned. “Sorry! Was I too rough?”

	“N-No…” she panted, her eyes slightly crossed, “That just felt… really good. Don’t- Don’t let me stop you.”