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"This spot looks to be as good as we'll get," The six-foot armored tiger said, hacking apart the last bit of foliage before entering a small forest clearing. Following close behind was a small and scrawny rust-red furred wolf clad in a simple black hooded cloak, vest and cloth pants. He glanced around, letting out a soft but audible chuckle.

"This don't look like a fancy inn to me," the wolf quipped sarcastically as he strolled around the clearing, "I'm not sure the great Lord Ianward will survive the night."

The tiger's eyes narrowed in annoyance. Part of him wanted to conjure up some kind of reply to the diminutive rogue, but was too exhausted from the journey to even attempt it. Emerging from the hole in the foliage a moment later was a tabby-patterned feline woman wearing a custom regal purple mages robe, customized to fit her monstrous G-cup sized breasts.

"Then again," the wolf added, "I guess he can get by with using your tits as pillows, Vee."

"Darwin..." the feline growled, the flesh beneath the fur on her cheek slowly turning red. The wolf chuckled at her reaction. It was easy to just annoy her for a laugh, but it was a absolute scream to see her get bent out of shape when he joked about her and Ianward. The two of them being an item was their worst-kept secret, but both seemed too timid to take any steps to explore it.

"It's okay, Lavinia," Ianward said softly, giving her a reassuring rub of her shoulders to calm her down, "I think Darwin was about to do a perimeter check as we set up camp. Weren't you, Darwin?"

The wolf grinned and shrugged, drawing his daggers and wandering off to hack some more plants and check for potential issues. Lavinia took a deep breath, the sound of fabric stretching filling the clearing as her giant mounds pushed outward. The tiger couldn't help but catch a pleasant glance at her outward-pushing bust for a moment before shaking his head and refocusing on the campsite.

"Why do we even bring him along?" Ianward asked. He knew that the wolf's skills as a rogue were invaluable at times, but he often wondered if they were worth the price of infuriation and dubious moral actions taken in countless towns and cities. Lavinia shrugged and sighed, knowing the question to ultimately be rhetorical.

"It's too late in the day and trip to be questioning anything," Lavinia said, "Let's get camp set up. It's not an inn, but I think I've got enough to make us comfortable."

Ianward set his gear down and built a modest fire pit. Darwin joined soon after, carrying some wood and kindling, adding them to the pit as the tiger created sparks from a chunk of flint and his sword. In no time, the fire sprang to life, ready to warm the party and cook some food. Shortly after the flames engulfed the pit, Ianward and Darwin's attention were suddenly drawn to Lavinia. In a feat of what seemed like absurdity, she gave the ruby gem upon her golden ring a gentle rub before reaching her hand into her spacious cleavage. After a moment, her hand withdrew, pulling a long cloth-wrapped bundle from between her breasts. She set it down and reached in again. This time she pulled out a large bundled canvas from between her soft mountainous bosoms.

"Got cookware and the tent out!" She said with a innocent smile, "I'll get everything set up while you boys get cooking!"

Ianward couldn't help but look in awe and wonder. He could never help but be floored by her peculiar ability afforded by her ruby-adorned gold ring. Fabled "Bags of Holding" were rare and incredibly prized possessions of adventurers. The ring was said to be able to turn virtually anything into a "Bag of Holding". However, according to her story, upon slipping it upon her finger, the effect seemed absent as none of her pouches, packs or bags were able to hold any extra items. It wasn't until a small bag of coins she placed on her cleavage suddenly vanished between her breasts that she learned what happened.

"You're drooling a bit big guy," Darwin whispered through his grinning teeth. Ianward immediately snapped from his mild daze, shaking his head and sitting back in front of the fire. Darwin couldn't help but laugh, "And you said all I think about is the loot and treasure. You can't get beyond Vee's tits."

"That's Lavinia," Ianward growled, "And I wasn't staring. I'm just...Fascinated by what her ring allows her to do."

"Sure you are."

"Just make yourself useful and grab some more firewood."

Darwin chuckled and walked off once again. Ianward's eyes drifted back to Lavinia. Using her magic, she already had the tent propped up and ready as well as a small collapsible table. complete with plates and silverware, likely also procured from between her bosoms. It was difficult to resist and even more difficult to explain, but seeing her put things into and pull things out of her cleavage caused his loins to tingle and his body to become awash in warmth. He sometimes wondered what is was like in the seemingly infinite space between her breasts. He even sometimes caught himself fantasizing about slipping into her massive and beautiful cleavage.

Once more, Ianward shook his head. He certainly had feelings for Lavinia beyond her just being his personal mage, but worried that her constant attention-grabbing boobs might get him into trouble. He forced his attention back onto cooking the food while Darwin fed the fire pit. After several more minutes, the meal was ready and the table was set.

The trio sat at the small table, enjoying what could be regarded as city-quality food in the middle of the wilderness. While Lavinia and Ianward steadily enjoyed their meals, Darwin couldn't help but cock his eyebrow.

"Am I the only one kinda...slightly vexed at the idea of eating with plates and utensils from your tits?" Darwin said as he idly inspected his silverware. Lavinia growled lightly while Ianward fired a cold stare at the wolf.

"Will you shut up and just eat?" the tiger said, the irritation in his voice on a steady upward climb, "I thought your skills revolved around being stealthy and cunning, not annoying and obnoxious."

Darwin rolled his eyes, setting aside the silverware and using his hands and daggers instead. Lavinia couldn't remain annoyed for long, her nerves calmed and stirred in a more positive way by the sound of Ianward's strong voice. She sometimes caught herself wanting so bad to jump on top of the taller feline and smother him with her soft breasts, but such direct action might not go over well with his more formal and proper attitude.

"You really do a fantastic job with cooking, Ianward," Lavinia said, trying hard not to gush too much, "Where did you learn to prepare food?"

"Taught myself," he replied, "I know Lords, Ladies, and other nobles traditionally leave such things to servants, but I didn't want to fall into that hole. A title and a affinity for swinging a sword around only gets you so far, I think."

"Cooking isn't exactly sagely knowledge, ya know," Darwin chimed in, causing both Ianward and Lavania to narrow their eyes in annoyance, "But, then again, patting yourself on the back IS pretty 'noble' of you."

Ianward's hands clenched into fists, his patience with the rogue nearly drained. Lavania stood and moved behind the tiger, reaching her arms out and resting her claws on his shoulders, squeezing and rubbing to release the tension in him. The combination of her touch as well as the feeling of her massive breasts pressing to his back did the trick. His rage slowly started to subside to the benefit of the rogue, not that he would ever get a 'thank-you' out of him.

"I think it's time we get some rest," Lavania said, "We'll make it to town early tomorrow and get all the treasure we gained split up and get some proper relaxation with our purses full of gold."

Darwin and Ianward nodded in agreement. After finishing dinner, they extinguished the fire and retired to the impressively sized tent. Ianward and Lavania casually strolled in while Darwin paused at the entrance and shook his head, still bothered by the knowledge of where this tent has been before eventually entering himself.

The trio finally retired to their separate padded sleeping bags. Darwin passed out almost immediately, his thoughts and dreams filled with the only thing he truly cared about: loot and riches. Lavania's mind was filled with thoughts of Lord Ianward. She kept running scenarios in her mind where she could finally admit her feelings to him and be in his strong arms out of affection rather than just catching her in a moment of clumsiness. She squirmed with a smile on her furred tabby-colored face, dreaming of her tall, strong tiger crush with his head nestled snugly on her breasts.

Ianward, while comfortable and relaxed, found his mind wandering. His mind was filled with thoughts of Lavinia. He wished he had as much mental strength as he did physical, wanting the courage to confess his feelings to her. Alongside with his affection, he couldn't help but allow more "indecent" thoughts to flow in. He wanted to feel her touch in a much more intimate way. He wanted to worship her amazing bust, among other things. And, most and odd of all, he found himself wanting to slide into her cleavage. He wasn't sure if she could even fit an entire person between her breasts, let alone someone of his size. However, it didn't stop him from fantasizing and wondering what it would be like.

Dawn eventually broke as beams of sunlight shone through the leafy canopy of the forest. Despite being the last to sleep, Ianward was the first to rise. Thankfully so, he thought to himself, having ample time to adjust and conceal his overly large case of morning wood. He felt pent up and in great need of release, but it was neither the time nor place. He just needed to keep his force of will at its peak, at least until they made it to town.

Lavania and Darwin eventually rose from their slumber as well. While Ianward and Darwin packed up their respective gear and belongings, Lavania wrapped up the tent and bedding. As easily as she was able to pull it from her cleavage, she was able to feed it back in, causing them to seemingly vanish into her mysterious and intimate storage space. Darwin paid no mind and Ianward had to force himself to look away. Each glance he gave her as the long wrapped canvas bundle slid between her breasts caused his pants to feel a bit tighter under his armor. Soon enough, everything was packed and tucked away and the party was ready to set off.

The path out of the forest was thankfully short, leading to a road that would take them right to the next town. Ianward led the trio as always, alert and prepared for anything. Lavania, having retrieved a spell book from her cleavage, walked and prepared her magic for the day. At least, she would, if Darwin would cease tossing copper coins at her, trying to sink them between her breasts. She grew flustered, but opted to not say anything, taking it as an opportunity to practice her concentration and resist "distractions".

Lavania and Darwin were suddenly startled by Ianward suddenly halting in place, his armor giving a distinctive 'clang' as he did. Looking up, they saw a coyote casually stroll into the middle of the road. He wore what looked like cobbled together leather and fur armor and fairly worn boots. While Lavania cocked her head in a moment of confusion, Ianward kept his gaze locked upon the coyote while Darwin's shifty eyes darted left and right, both of them suspecting this possible bandit wasn't alone.

"You know," the coyote said, his arms crossed and his sword displayed prominently at his side, "When you working a toll road as long as me, you learn how to smell the abundant and burdensome amounts of gold on travelers."

"This isn't a toll road," Lavania said, her brow furled in annoyance, "And you're not a toll collector. You're a bandit, aren't you?"

"Please, my well endowed miss, such a name is very unbecoming of my profession. Think of me as a helpful passerby that only wishes to lighten fellow travelers burden, and what greater burden to ones sack and soul then the scourge of gold and riches?"

As Ianward and Darwin suspected, three more similarly dressed men seemed to rise from the tall grass along the road, a pair of foxes as well as a rat. Weapons in hand and ready, the three bandits moved closer, surrounding the group. Darwin quietly drew is dagger while Ianward kept his hand rested on his sheathed sword pommel, ready to draw in an instant.

"There's no need for this little collection call to get messy," the coyote continued, "Just drop your toll payment and walk away. Simple, clean and no one has to do anything they will regret."

"Why would we regret stomping chumps like you into the dirt?" Darwin asked facetiously, "Besides, there's not a chance you're actually planning on letting us walk even if we do give up the loot."

"Surely as a rogue you understand 'honor among thieves'?"

"Oh yeah, sure I do. Rule number one of being a rogue: There is no honor among thieves."

"That's a very cynical way to look at your fellow outlaws," the coyote continued, now casually drawing his sword, "You're right, of course. Still a cynical way to think. Might as well get this over with, shall we?"

The four bandits started to move briskly forward, ready to engage. Darwin slid forward past Ianward, giving him a subtle shove to his original position closer to the 3 bandits from off the road, "Trade spots?" He asked rhetorically, his dagger up and pointing toward the coyote. Ianward gave no reply, only stepping towards the advancing foxes and rat.

The rat paused while the foxes moved forward toward Ianward. In a blinding flash, the tiger drew his sword and swung at one of the bandits. With nearly no time to spare, the fox managed to deflect the swing, but fell back on his heels. A single followup cut came immediately after towards the second fox. While he also managed to put his sword up in defense, the momentum of the tiger's swing sent the fox's weapon wildly off to the side. Wide open, Ianward delivered a solid kick to the fox's leg, snapping it at the knee. The bandit's yell of pain lasted less than a second before Ianward's sword swung back around and down, driving a sharpened point of the crosspiece into the fox's neck. The second bandit, only just recovering his footing stepped forward and thrust his weapon towards Ianward. Pulling the crosspiece from the dispatched bandit, Ianward swung his arms around, his blade sweeping behind him in time to deflect the thrust and follow through with an outward swing that cut the second fox down where he stood.

The rat barely had time to blink before seeing two of his partners struck down by the tiger. His attention shifted to the big-titted cat girl, hoping to overpower her and use her as a living shield from the larger feline warrior. He moved quickly towards Lavinia, who suddenly reached her hand into her spacious cleavage. She managed to withdraw her staff as the bandit grabbed her from behind, one hand up with his sword and the other wrapped around her, gripping her breast tightly.

"Oooow!" Lavinia yelled in pain and anger. She gripped her staff tight and swung it backwards blindly, luckily managing to find the mark. With a loud "thunk" of cured-wood hitting rat skull, the bandit stumbled backwards, grasping at his bruised head, "Aarrggg you dumb c-" the bandit exclaimed in pain. He was unable to finish voicing his choice obscenity before Lavinia swung around, her staff pointing at the reeling rat. Her lips moved swiftly, uttering a silent incantation before ray of energy blasted from the staff and striking the bandit. Dead by the sudden critical impact, his body was hurled like a doll through the air and hitting the ground nearly one-hundred feet away.

Darwin faced down the coyote as they slowly approached each other head-on. The bandit held his medium-length blade up and ready. As he moved closer, Darwin held a single dagger straight up in front of him in his left hand. The coyote cocked an eyebrow and chuckled, shaking his head in disappointment.

"The hell you plan on doing with that, small-fry?" he taunted, "Give me a paper cut?"

"No," Darwin said with a smile, "But you really shouldn't pick fights with worn boots."

The wolf rogue's wrist flicked downward in a flash, hurdling his small blade end-over-end downward. The tip of the blade punctured through the coyote's worn footwear with almost no resistance. The bandit's hands suddenly lowered as he howled in pain. He looked down at his pierced foot for a fraction of a second before looking back up and being shown Ianward's fist at high-speed. With a loud and dull "thud", the coyote flew back in a near full flip before landing hard on the road face-down.

The entire confrontation was over in a matter of seconds. Three bandits lay dead and another out cold with a freshly ventilated foot. Darwin took the opportunity to bind the bandits wounded foot as well as his hands.

Ianward rushed to Lavinia's side, worried she might be injured from her painful yell. He reached her and quickly, but gently, laid his strong hand on her as if to offer support. While not hurt or in need of assistance, she wasn't about to stop Ianward from touching her.

"Are you okay, Lavinia?" He asked? His eyes were filled with genuine care and concern while hers looked upon him in admiration.

"I'm fine," she replied with an innocent smile, holding her staff and scrunching her arms inward, causing her large breasts to press together and outward in an attempt at a cute pose, "I can handle a little pounding now and again."

Darwin started to chuckle at the obviously not-thought-through remark. Ianward blushed a little bit with Lavinia not far behind upon realizing her verbal slip. Even the bandit, who was starting to regain consciousness let out a small wheezing laugh before groaning in pain as Darwin hoisted the coyote to his knees.

"Kinda expected you'd kill 'em," Darwin said to Ianward as the tiger approached.

"This one I'd rather turn in," Ianward replied, "lackeys are a copper a dozen, but bandit heads like him don't deserve such a quick release."

"Guess it wouldn't hurt to see if there's a bounty on him."

The group trekked the road for another couple hours. Ianward leading the pack again with Lavinia close behind. At the rear was Darwin, tugging the bound coyote bandit along. No one spoke for the trip, aside from the coyote who only groaned as he limped along. Eventually, they reached a small town. They split up for a bit, securing appropriate accommodations for their stay before congregating in front of the local tavern.

"We got a place to stay," Lavinia said, "The inn is kinda small, but it'll do for a night or two. Guess they don't get many travelers through here."

"Not surprised," Ianward said, "This place is barely larger than a village. The local government is pretty small and hands-off. Suffice it to say, it seems our bandit friend here has no active bounty around here."

"And it seems we're stuck with him till morning," Darwin piped in, shoving the coyote to his knees, "This place doesn't even have a jail or holding cell. Regional guards sweep by a couple times a day and the next patrol isn't till dawn."

"Guess you're stuck with me till then," the coyote said with a smug grin, "I do hope the inn has enough beds for all of us. I'll warn you, though, I tend to snore quite loudly."

Ianward suddenly took a pair of wrist-shackles from his bag and quickly slapped them on Darwin and the bandit, "There we go," he said with a slight smile.

"The hell is this for?!" Darwin exclaimed.

"This way, our friend here will be more inclined to behave and less inclined to try anything during the night. That and keep you from swiping a bigger share of the loot like last time. Don't think I forgot about that."

Darwin opened his mouth to protest more, but just grumbled in frustration. The tiger wasn't wrong, but it was still irritating to be attached to the coyote like this. The bandit didn't seem very concerned, likely thinking he would get a chance to pick the shackles in the night and escape.

The group gathered inside the small tavern, huddled around a table with the spoils of their recent adventure piled in the middle. Lavinia, drawing surprised glances from the few other patrons, continued to remove treasure and valuables from her seemingly bottomless storage between her breasts. Ianward couldn't help but glance over as she did, trying hard to keep his arousing thoughts under control.

"Lev," the tiger started as the tabby finished piling the rest of the loot on the table, "Can I, um... Ask you something?"

"Yes?" she replied quickly, her attention snapping to him and a look of anticipation on her face. Ianward seemed to struggle to get any words out for the next minute, stuttering and mumbling half phrases and words almost incoherently.

"It's, uh, well... I was wondering... Do you think that... You could fit a person in there?"

Lavinia started to blush wildly along with Ianward, likely from embarrassment. Thankfully, it seemed that Darwin was too busy counting his share of the loot and cursing his inability to slip a larger portion away thanks to his shackled hand. His annoyance was only tapered by the bandit trying to surreptitiously pick the lock on his shackle. Part of him wanted to tell the coyote the shackle was enchanted and unpickable, but he hesitated ceasing his only source of entertainment.

"Something is on your mind, Ianward," Lavinia said, giving him an alluring yet awkward look, "What is it?"

"I... Don't think it would be appropriate to say in present company. Maybe once we retire to our room..."

"Damnit just say you want to fuck her already!" Darwin piped in. Lavinia and Ianward's eyes went wide. Their cheeks flushed red again; Lavinia in embarrassment and Ianward in building rage. Darwin and the coyote started to giggle at their reaction as the tiger stood, ready to deck both of the canines and relieve them of several teeth each. Before he could raise his fist, Lavinia pulled on his shirt, shaking her head at him. Wordlessly pleading he not make a scene.

"I think we could all use some proper rest," Lavinia said, "Once we get this split up, let's head to the inn."

With the tension still on the high-side, the group divided the shares of the loot, threw back a few drinks and made their way to the inn for some rest. However, to Lavinia and Ianward's ire, it seemed the inn only had a single room with a single bed available. While the two of them looked about the room and pondered sleeping arrangements, Darwin and the coyote took a pair of chairs and plopped down on them near the bed.

"Guess you two are gonna have to settle for screwing in front of an audience," Darwin joked. Lavinia's face grew red again and Ianward was ready to bust a skull or two once more.

"Maybe I should join up with you fools," the coyote quipped smugly, "C'mon, love, how about letting those puppies out already. Just pretend we aren't even here."

Ianward took a half-step to the pair with fists clenched, but was stopped by Lavinia. She gently placed a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving forward. Her expression was not of embarrassment, but stoic annoyance. She slowly turned to the wolf and coyote and casually walked up to them.

"Gonna give us a closeup?" the coyote said with a grin, his eyes glued to her massive breasts.

"I think you two need to go," She said sternly, uncharacteristic of her normally chipper attitude, "right now."

"Vee," Darwin said, unable to wipe the grin from his face, "This is the only room. We don't exactly have anywhere to go, remember?"

It was at that moment that something seemed to snap within Lavinia. Her annoyed expression shifted slowly to a subtle, yet devious, smile. Darwin's grin faded away, his eyebrows raising in worry and confusion at Lavinia's unfamiliar expression.

"You do now," She said through her smile as she grabbed Darwin's hand and shoved it into her cleavage. His eyes went to her breasts, then to her face, tilting his head in confusion.

"Whoa," the coyote said, "Hope I get a turn next."

Darwin let out a sudden yelp as he felt his hand yanked with enough force and pull his arm into the feline's cleavage to his shoulder. Both Ianward and the coyote looked on, wide-eyed and frozen in shock. At that moment, the coyote realized his own immediate plight by being shackled to the wolf.

Another yank from between her breasts pulled Darwin's arm again, causing his snout to press to her cleavage. One more pull and his head became enveloped. He pulled back as hard as he could, but couldn't seem to overpower the hold Lavinia's breasts seemed to have on him. Even with the coyote desperately trying to pull away as well, they were held-fast in place.

The next pull was strong and constant, not stopping at just a sudden yank. Like a pair of lips slurping a noodle, Darwin was pulled inward. His body squirmed and his legs kicked as he struggled. A followup yelp sounded from the coyote as his hand was also pulled into the soft space. With virtually no resistance, more of the wolf vanished between Lavinia's breasts with the coyote, also struggling wildly, following close behind.

Ianward felt his pants tighten at his crotch, his cock quickly growing hard at the lewd, yet strangely erotic, display. Lavinia looked so casual as her cleavage seemingly devoured Darwin and the bandit. In a way, he felt a little jealous.

Lavinia leaned forward a bit, giving her voracious cleavage some extra leverage on the canines. The pull on them paused for just a moment while she adjusted herself. Only Darwin's feet poked out from between her breasts while the coyote was only enveloped to his torso. While the momentary reprieve gave the pair a chance to continue to struggle, their attempts were equally fruitless. Lavinia took a deep breath, her devious grin never leaving her face, and the pulling continued.

She took another deep breath, causing her chest and breasts to push outward. With a slow and constant pace, the remainder to Darwin and the Coyote were pulled in. Ianward wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he swore he could hear a subtle slurping sound just as the last of the coyote vanished into the void. For about a second, the muffled sounds of their voices could still be heard before cutting to complete silence. Lavinia took another deep breath followed by a contented sigh before turning to face Ianward.

"There," She said in relief, "That will keep them quiet for the night. Now, where were we?"

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of them. Having spent so much time in the presence of others and unable to comfortably express their feelings caused them to hesitate in their new-found privacy. Ianward was still slightly floored by what she just did, but after a moment, was the first to finally break the silence.

"Lavinia," he said, slowly walking towards her, "I've been wanting to tell you something. Been wanting to tell you for a while now."

The tabby-cat mage angled her head down, resuming her shy demeanor in stark contrast to her recent actions. Even so, the two of them acted as if nothing had happened. However, his growing arousal in his trousers did not go unnoticed by her.

"I know I brought you on as my personal mage," he continued as he stepped in front of her, his six-foot strong frame towering over her smaller, barely over five-feet, height, "but that's not the only reason I chose you."

"Well," She replied with a sheepish smile, "I know these things probably grab more attention than they should..."

"Oh," he said, caught a bit off guard and struggling to not focus on just her massive breasts, "That's not what I mean. I mean, they're wonderful and obvious but... Wait, I didn't mean it that way..."

Lavinia giggled at his attempt to find the right words. She always found his polite attitude endearing, even if it lead to some awkward conversations. She had seen him talk to plenty of other women; polite, proper, confident. But anytime the two of them spoke, he seemed to stumble over his words and struggle with what to say. As odd as it seemed, she found it rather romantic.

"I know what you mean, Ianward," she said softly, "I was just teasing. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be," he replied with a sigh and a small smile, "I've been wanting to convey my feelings to you for so long now, but I just couldn't find a good opportunity. But, I guess I don't really hide my feelings very well, do I?"

"Not really. But, to be honest, I kinda felt that's what drew me to you in the first place. Other guys just go straight to asking to fondle and play with my tits and I just want nothing to do with them. Guess it's kinda funny that since you've never come on to me that way, I've kinda been longing for you to do it."

Together, the pair sat down on the bed. Ianward still felt a tad awkward, but his trepidation was slowly fading. His pants still tented upward over his erection, but he no longer endeavored to hide it. He noticed Lavinia's eyes falling upon his bulging crotch, but didn't mind at all. She knew that he sometimes oogled at her breasts, so it seemed only fair. The look on her face was one of awe as she finally had a chance to get an idea of just how endowed he was.

"I..." He started, working up the nerve to finally speak more frankly, "I have to admit that every time I've seen you put things in and out of your cleavage, I got wildly turned on. The bigger the item, the more hot-under-the-collar I got. But, I was kinda worried if we ever got to do anything. I haven't been with a lot of women in bed cause, well... They kinda get too intimidated by my size. But I wondered, or hoped, rather, that maybe you might be different."

"Oh my," Lavinia chuckled, resting her hand on his thigh, "Never thought I'd find a guy who was worried that he might be 'too' endowed. But maybe you should let me be the judge of that..."

She rested her head against his side while her hand started to rub his thigh. Ianward let out a gentle sigh, almost moaning as he felt his loins grow hotter. The bulge in his pants grew larger and larger, the tent of his pants stretching upwards until the tip was just below where his chest began. Her eyes were wide the whole time, but not in surprise or fear. She looked almost hungry as her hand slid from his thigh to the waistband of his trousers. Her head tilted up, their eyes meeting. Her expression asked the silent question, to which the tiger sighed again in anticipation and nodded.

She pulled on his waistband, stretching it up and out, sliding it over his shaft and letting it free from the garments stretchy, but restrictive, confines. The thick and throbbing flesh pointed proudly upward, bobbing with his heartbeat. Now, no longer held back by his trousers, it grew a little more until the tip rose up to the middle of his chest.

Ianward couldn't keep from blushing, but looked closely upon Lavinia. He still worried that his size might scare her away and his confession of feelings would be for nothing. However, her eyes remained locked on his towering cock. Her breathing was hard, but steady, its warmth washing over the flesh and making him shiver. He couldn't see her eyes, but he could somehow tell how she was feeling: Hungry and horny.

"Gods," She said in awe, running a single finger along the stiff length, "No wonder you scare other girls off with this thing."

"Not exactly the 'blessing' most men claim it to be," He said shyly, "Guess most women can't take it. In a manner of speaking, I mean. And they were mostly my height. I was afraid that, in your case, it would be worse."

Lavinia shifted herself to the side, pulling him with her and bringing his head to her level. Her arms embraced him tightly, their cheeks rubbing together and his chin resting on her lovingly soft cleavage. More of his inner worry and tension melted away and he reached his own arms around her. Despite the somewhat awkward position, their close embrace felt warming, comforting, and loving.

"Good thing I'm not like most women," She said, the inference in her words not lost on Ianward and causing his already raging hard-on to throb even harder. She let him go and stood up, standing before him as he remained seated on the bed. She leaned in, holding the sides of his face with her claws and pressed her lips to his, locking them in a passionate kiss. He tried to reach his arms around her, but only got a mostly armful of of her boobs. His cock rubbed against the cloth of her robe that stretched around her breasts, a bead of pre oozing from the tip.

After a few moments, she broke the kiss and leaned back with a loving smile. She turned around, revealing the ties that held her robe on. The long cloth strands were easy to grip and Ianward pulled on them. One at a time and slowly, each tie opened up and caused more of her robe to fall away until she stood bare before him. She turned to face him again, finally allowing him to see her exposed massive breasts. They were just as lovely as he imagined. He reached out and gently caressed the soft flesh, his hands covering so little of the large surface area of her mounds.

She let him play with her chest for some time, cooing and moaning as he did. She moved forward, letting his cock press against and between them. His hips unconsciously rocked up and down, craving friction between his large member and her amazing tits. She leaned forward some more and kissed him again. With a playful wink, she moved back and knelt down. She squeezed some of her soft breasts around the base of his dick and playfully kissed and licked at the tip.

"Ohhhh," he moaned, leaning back and pushing his hips upward. Even this close, Lavinia was not intimidated by his length and girth. She was fairly sure she could take him, but was more interested in finally being this close and intimate with him. She continued to lick and kiss his shaft, wrapping as much of her mouth around it as she could while she bounced her bosoms up and down with much of his length between them.

She stood up once more and stepped forward. His cock seemingly vanished between her enormous breasts from below and she pulled his face onto the top of her cleavage. He moaned some more, the vibrations resonating through her soft flesh and making her moan and giggle as well. His hips bucked up and down, pumping his cock between her breasts. She pet the top of his head loving, her own hips lightly swaying as she felt her pussy grow more and more wet in excitement and anticipation.

"Don't get too far," She said through baited breath as she pulled away, "There's plenty of time for that. For now, let's 'sheath' that sword of yours."

Lavinia turned her back to Ianward. She turned her head and glanced back, smiling and licking her lips. She lifted her tail and slightly bent over, presenting her damp nether lips and giving her hips a slow and tantalizing shake. Ianward looked upon her most private of regions with want and desire, placing his hand upon the side of his cock and pushing forward, angling it to Lavinia's wanting pussy. As it lowered, the flesh rubbed along her backside, the tip spreading her soft cheeks as it went until the tip made contact with her sensitive lips.

Slowly at first, she pushed backwards. Her pussy spread open as the thick tip of his cock slid inward. Both felines letting out a long, drawn-out moan as their bodies moved closer. She paused for a moment, three-quarters of the tip within her pussy, as her flesh started to resist his size. She relaxed her body and clenched her teeth before giving one more quick thrust backwards. With an audible pop from her pussy and a quick high-pitched squeal from her mouth, the tip of his cock was lodged into her pussy.

Ianward's body shivered and his eyes twitched. The amazing warmth and wetness around the tip of his shaft felt amazing, but he fought every fiber of his nature to keep himself from thrusting with reckless abandon. He wanted her to go at her own pace. The tension and pressure it caused within him only made him even hornier. His claws dug into the bed tightly as he held himself firm, waiting for her to continue.

"Gods you're big," She breathed heavily. Her own body shivering in pleasure and a small twinge of pain. Slowly, she pushed back a little bit more. Having overcome the tip, much of the resistance from his size was gone. Inch by inch, her nether mouth enveloped more of his rock hard flesh. She could feel the wild throbbing of his cock within her own body. She continued her slow push back, suddenly feeling his claws rest on her hips. She could feel his mountainous urge to pull himself into her, but his grip was gentle, controlled, and tender. She moaned happily and continued.

It felt like many minutes of incredible stimulation to both of them before Lavinia felt her butt finally touch his lap. She paused once more, taking multiple short breaths in rapid succession. She took one more deep breath and leaned back. Her weight fully rested onto Ianward's lap and the rest of his cock slipped into her depths and his large, aching balls resting against her crotch.

Both of them let out a groan of pleasure, part of their combined tension released now that they were finally coupled together. Ianward leaned his head down and gently nipped at her neck while his strong arms reached around, first under her breasts to rub her thighs and torso and then to caress as much of her breasts as he could get his arms and hands around. Lavinia's head leaned back, one arm reaching back and resting her hand against the back of his head while the other reached between her legs and idly teased both her sensitive clit and his heavy sack.

Lavinia started to rock her body into a bouncing motion while Ianward's hips rock up and down. Each wave of motion becoming longer and quicker, pistoning his thick cock in and out of her pussy. Their squeals and moans grew louder and more intense as their lovemaking continued. The few other guests of the inn were no-doubt aware of what was going on, but neither of them particularly cared. All they could feel was the warmth of each other's bodies, the glorious tightness of their intimate union, and the growing pressure in their loins begging for release.

As they continued to wildly fuck, Ianward leaned back and pulled Lavinia with him. She lost much of her leverage to bounce on his long rod, but he gained much more travel distance for his hips. His arms gripped her firmly and his legs lifted up and braced against the mattress. Slowly at first, he rocked his hips down, withdrawing all but the tip of his cock before thrusting the entire length back in with a 'slap' as their hips met.

"Ohhhhh!" Lavinia cried in ecstasy, and continued to with each successive thrusts, "Godssss yesss! More! Take meeee!"

Ianward's pace started to quicken and the force of his thrusts grew in response to her words. His thrusts caused waves within her huge breasts, making them gyrate up and down her body. She wrapped her own arms around as much of the soft flesh as possible, trying to keep them under some kind of control and to prevent them from knocking either her or Ianward out. The tightness within her sensitive passage grew as her muscles clamped down on the tiger's length, her body unconsciously demanding his essence. Faster and faster, his hips plowed into her, fucking her until the pleasure caused her eyes to roll upward moments before her orgasm hit.

"Ahhhh!" He groaned loudly, pumping as fast as he could, "I'm gonna....!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his balls tightened and his hips gave one more strong and deep thrust. The tip of his cock erupted deep inside her body, firing jets of hot cum into the deepest parts of her insides. The jets were so strong that each one caused a small bulge to briefly form in her belly. Several spurts later, he pulled back and slammed himself balls-deep again for another round of seed forcefully pouring inside of her. With the second wave of filling came her own climax as she let out a scream of intense pleasure. Her nether lips gripped his cock like a soft and orgasmic animal trap, refusing to let go until it had consumed ever drop of his pleasure. Their bodies shook uncontrollably and their breathing remained erratic for almost two full minutes before the feeling started to subside.

The flow of cum from Ianward's pent up loins ebbed and Lavinia's pussy loosened its grip, finally having milked the length of every drop and content with the fullness of of her slightly-bloated belly. For the next several minutes, the pair laid in an exhausted heap. Ianward couldn't even muster the energy to withdraw his softening cock from her depths, the flesh only slipping free as it retreated into its sheath. Eventually, some strength returned to their limbs and their breathing stabilized, allowing them to separate and sit up together.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with stars as they gazed upon each other. The incredible feat of Lavina taking his entire length fell to the wayside while they could only think and express through their faces and eyes how much they loved and desired each other. Still taking deep breaths, they moved together and embraced once more, cuddling and kissing as lovers.

"I..." Ianward stuttered, "I can't think of a proper way to say how amazing that was."

"Oh yes," she replied, equally at a loss for words. She held him tight and close, once again resting his face against her enormous cleavage. He glanced towards the massive mounds of soft flesh, his mind finally clearing up enough to think back to her ability and one of his fantasies.

"Could I ask something of you?" He said, rubbing his cheek against her soft breasts before lifting up and looking into her eyes.

"Of course, anything! What is it?"

"I've often wondered what it's like in that space between your breasts. Where all those things you hold go. When you pulled Darwin and that bandit in, I felt jealous. I want to experience that as well."

"Oh dear," she replied, glancing at her cleavage and thinking back to those to she yanked into it, "I'd never want to deny you anything, but I'm not sure what would happen. Even I don't know what it's like in there. Are you sure?"

"I am. I don't want to sound selfish about it, but I can't help but feel it would be a way for us to be the closest together as possible. But...I want you to be Okay with it. If you aren't, I understand."

Lavinia, looked upon her cleavage again for a moment, rubbing the top of the soft flesh before turning back to him and smiling. She leaned up and kissed him once again before standing up and casually inspecting the room and bed.

"It seems this bed might be too small for you, me and my breasts to fit on together," She said in a somewhat playful tone, "I guess the only option is to tuck you away for the night."

She stood at the foot of the bed, her hands teasingly massaging her breasts and a almost hungry look beamed from her face. Ianward smiled, laying himself on his back with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed towards the busty tabby. She gently rubbed his foot-paws, giving them some nice therapeutic squeezes before she bent down and started to gingerly feed them into her cleavage.

Slowly, she slid herself forward as more of his legs became enveloped in the squishy flesh. Ianward couldn't help but moan a little again, the tip of his cock slightly poking from its sheath. The initial feeling was certainly odd. It started with what one would expect to feel between such lovely mounds, but suddenly felt like his feet and legs were being enveloped in a gentle all-encompassing fold of softness. The feeling climbed as she crawled further onto the bed and took more of his body between her tits. He put his hands to his sides as her boobs slid up to his waist. The softness he was entering felt warm and pleasant, not once forcefully pulling on him like it did to Darwin. As his exposed sack passed into to folds, he quickly grew hard once again, but desired no release. Instead, he only wished to be fully encased in his lovers special 'embrace' and be closer to her than ever before.

Lavinia was gentle with her movements, the feeling of him filling her cleavage providing a very different, but no less satisfying, sense of pleasure and fulfillment. With enough of him inside, she had enough leverage to rise upward and rest on her knees. Slowly, her tiger lover sank into her cleavage. She could feel every inch of him as he passed into the mysterious space between her breasts. In fact, she swore she could feel even more of him than anything before, the depth he had descended not effecting the sensation at all. Several seconds later, she squeezed her breasts together and paused his descent as they came face-to-face.

"Are you Okay?" she asked, a feeling some concern, but also obvious pleasure in her tone.

"Amazing," he replied with a warm and loving smile, "It feels better than I have imagined it would. Thank you, my love."

The two of them locked lips in another soft kiss. They lightly moaned into their kiss as this new feeling caused a strange form of pleasure to wash over and within their bodies. They slowly broke the kiss, Lavinia lightening the squeeze on her breasts, causing him to slide down once again.

"Sleep well," She said, "my love."

Ianward's head soon vanished between her cleavage. She felt him slide deep within before disappearing into the enchanted space. She couldn't help but worry once more as she couldn't physically feel him against her fur, but she somehow could still "feel" him, deep within her spirit or soul. She felt comfort, love, and contentedness. She gently laid herself down onto the bed and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

The sounds of birds singing outside the window and the beams of light from the rising sun filled the small inn room. Lavinia slowly awoke from what felt like the greatest night of sleep she had ever experienced. She rolled out of the small bed and stretched, yawning once and feeling a spring in her step as she felt full of energy. She gently caressed her breasts as she recalled the previous night, the inexplicable feeling she had after Ianward was tucked away into her cleavage space were still there. She collected the various belongings of Ianward and Darwin, setting them aside before donning her robe. She thought for a moment of how to extricate them, figuring the same method she uses to pull other items would work as well.

She first thought of Ianward, a feeling of love and affection accompanying it. She felt something between her breasts and leaned over the bed. Head first, the tiger slowly slid out from her cleavage and gently onto the bed, belly-down. Her warm loving smile quickly shifted to one of unexpected surprise as he rolled onto his back. While still very much the same man, he suddenly was now sporting a pair of large DD-Cup sized breasts of his own. He looked at her in confusion for a moment before he also noticed his new unintended "additions".

"Oh gods," She said in surprise, "I...I don't understand."

"Neither do I," he replied, giving his soft chest mounds an exploratory rub.

"I'm so sorry! I think we can fix this somehow."

Ianward looked up at her, but his expression was not of anger or disappointment, but one of pleasant surprise. He continued to rub and squeeze the flesh, marveling internally how nice it felt. He gave the enlarged nipples a squeeze and moaned before looking back at Lavinia and lightly chuckling.

"I have no doubt we can," he said, standing up and stretching, "But for now, these feel rather...nice. Maybe I can get used to them."

He walked to Lavinia and embraced her passionately. Their lips locked in a kiss once again. It took much willpower for them to resist the urge to fondle each other. After all, they had to vacate the inn room soon and had other issues to contend with. First, Ianward was going to need something to cover his sizable breasts. Lastly, it was about time to let the other two out as well.

"Probably best to let Darwin and that coyote out as well," Ianward said somewhat regretfully, "Not sure what I'm gonna say about my chest, but it doesn't matter. The two of them can mock all they wish, but I'm unashamed of them."

"You're right," Lavinia replied, but still harbored resentment from the rogue and bandit, "still, though. It's tempting not to. I mean, nothing is keeping me from 'not' letting them out, right?"

"I suppose not," Ianward said, recalling his experience and idly rubbing his breasts, "It's not like they're uncomfortable, I don't think. But I'd kill to see their expressions if they came out with breasts of their own."

"Hehe, that's true. Still, if I could, I'd rather mine be bigger permanently than them getting a temporary rack and going back to giving me nothing but grief."

In that moment, Lavinia felt something strange within her body. Her body jolted and she stood up straight. The sensation emanating from her chest was indescribable and another wave of energy seemed to wash over her. It was new and strange, but it felt somewhat good. Like overfilled balloons, her already massive breasts slowly grew even more. While not amazingly bigger, the change in size was noticeable.

"What just happened?" Ianward asked as her breasts slowly expanded and stopped.

"I..." She replied, equally confused, "I don't know. That's never happened before."

After a couple minutes, the pair shook off the incident. No point in dwelling on it until they had the tools and time to figure it out properly, though thought. For now, it was time to let Darwin and the bandit out.

Lavinia brought the two of them into her thoughts, leaning forward and ready to drop the pair onto the hard wooden floor. However, she felt something was off. Before she could voice her new concern, something poked from between her cleavage. The two of them looked at each other, unsure of what was going on. Ianward went to remove the item, but Lavinia felt her breasts shift and contract, pushing it out on their own. A shackle, still locked closed, clanged to the floor. Before they could think of a comment on the situation, her breasts squeezed and shifted on their own again and spit out articles of clothing.

"Isn't that..." Ianward said, both of them already knowing the answer to his unfinished question as they looked upon the discarded clothing from both Darwin and the coyote. While a thought would be that they somehow stripped while within the confines of Lavinia's cleavage space, the shackle was still locked. Not even Darwin could pick the enchanted detention device.

"But where are they?" He continued. Before Lavinia could shrug and respond, she felt something else within her. It came from the pit of her stomach and rose quickly. Her hand moved to her mouth as she let out a sudden burp. The confusion faded away as her expanding breasts and the expulsion of the shackle and clothes suddenly made sense. They were now privy to another "feature" of her cleavage space. The two of them stood there, looking at each other in a combination of surprise, speechlessness and morbid fascination.

"What does this mean?" Ianward asked.

"Well," Lavinia replied, giving a slow and drawn-out shrug, "I guess we need another rogue...And I'm gonna need a new bra..."