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Then,he reached around and took hold of my cock and began to stroke me. The combination of the two drove me wild, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. I covered my mouth to suppress a moan, but it fought its way out between my fingers. My cock dripped precome, slicking hishand.

"Fuck me,"I said. "Stop teasingme."

Arthur lefta final kiss on my ass cheek and stood up, taking position behind me. He gripped my waist with a tight fist. My eyes widened as he entered in one quick motion. I gasped. The desk groaned. He pushed in harder and faster, not wasting time with a gradual crescendo. I held on for dear life, my arms spread and fingers gripping the lip of the desktop as he pounded into me, the swollen curve of his cock hitting me in all the rightplaces.

Iwassure that someone would hear us, that one of the house staff would come in to make sure everything was alright. With every thrust, the desk scraped forward slightly, honking across the wooden floor. If it wasn't so fuckinghot,I might've found it funny and laughed, but I was too wrapped up in the pure pleasure of being taken by him. He filled me up perfectly, like two puzzle pieces made for one another. Only he could get me this way. Only he could give methis.

"Arthur!"I moaned. His laptop slipped off the desk and clattered to the floor. He ignoredit.

Iwasnear the breaking point, just clinging on. I looked over my shoulder at him, and he gazed down at me with those gleaming ruby alpha's eyes and gritted teeth, and he whispered that he was going tocome.

We hitthe edge at the same time. I felt his cock swell up inside of me just as the orgasm took me. Fireworks exploded in my head and pleasure arced through every muscle of my body. For a moment, I felt like a rag doll, unable to move from the intensity of it. I felt him pulsing inside of me, his warmth filling me up. Slowly, he withdrew. I lay draped over the desk, gasping for breath. Arthur leaned against the desk to catch his breath and it slid forward, dropping him straight down onto his ass. We both started laughing, one of those nonsensical laughs like we both didn't know what was so funny, but still found it to be the most hilarious thing in the world. He held on to my leg, now almost sobbing with laughter. He kissed mythigh.

"Ahh... We made a mess,"he said, throughchuckles.

"Ithinkyou might need a new computer," I said, and we had anotherfit.

* * *

Arthur's bikewhipped through the track at top speed like a blue streak of lightning. He was determined to break his time record, and this was his twentieth time around the track. He'd been at it for hours without any rest. I'd tried to convince him to stop, but he was dogged in his insistence to keep going, to keepracing.

"You're not goingto improve if you're running on fumes," I said into themicrophone.

"Just a little more.Just a little quicker. If I just... Just watch my turns. Are you checking them? IknowI can make itfaster."

"You need a break, Arthur,"I repeated, calmly. "You need a break, or else you're going to make a mistake. If you crash your bike, it'll be over before it's evenbegun."

Silence over the channel,and then finally, "Alright. I'll pull in after thislap."

Trails of vaporand waves of heated air rippled out from the bike's engine compartment as he came to a stop by the monitoring station, and when he stepped out of the bike I could see how exhausted he was. His fur was matted and dull, and his legs quivered for a moment before he caught his balance. He shifted back to human form, and I ran forward and caught his arm over my shoulder to steadyhim.

"Hounds of Hell, Arthur,"I said, and helped him to a seat. "You can't race in thiscondition."

"Ihave to,"he breathed. I poured some water onto a towel and wiped his forehead and neck with it. He looked out of it. His mind was back in that bike, still on thetrack.

"You weren't killingyourself like this before," I said. "You were doingexcellently."

"Ihave to,"he repeated. "I'm not fast enoughyet."

"Arthur."I squeezed his wrist, and he looked atme.

"IknowI'm not fast enough yet, Perry. I watched the recordings of Gregor's championship runs. He's abeast."

So that waswhat this was about. "He's good," I said, nodding. "But I think you're overestimatinghim."

"Iwatched him,"he said. "It's pretty clear what his skillsare."

"And put up against him,you could match those skills. I know youcan."

He shook his head,sweat dripping down his cheeks. I dabbed the damp towel on his face again, and then kissed the side of hisforehead.

"Iwould never have agreedto let you go through with this if I didn't think you'd have a chance," I said. "I've been helping you train these past few days. I've watched you race hundreds of times, now. You can do it. You can beat him. But you need to take abreak."

He sighedand slumped into the chair. "You're right, Perry," he said. "I'm just going to make a mistake if I keep thisup."

Iputmy arm around his shoulder, and he rested his head ontomine.

What would happenif he lost? The main thing of course would be that Jupiter and I would still be bound to Gregor. We'd have no choice but to return to Elclaw, and our status in the eyes of the Silver Sun Clan and Gregor's family would be lower than ever. That wasn't a problem for me, I was already treated like dog shit, but forJupiter...