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Today was Mona's special day. The otter was wandering through the hallways dressed in an exuberant white gown, a wonderfully intricate and beautiful dress to celebrate her union with her tanuki boyfriend, now husband for life. Her face was covered by a floating veil, her muzzle protruding and forming a little bump, her body was wrapped and completely embraced by the silky fabric, and it fell down into a long train she dragged behind her. It was an amazing feeling to wear such an expensive dress, but it was also slightly cumbersome, and her general excitement didn't make walking around any easier.

Fortunately, the largest part of the festivities was over. Initially, the energy she had derived from her excitement had carried her through the ceremony, through the get-together over a glass of champagne, through the huge party in her husband's garden. However, socializing with people was draining. There were those she saw every day and those she hadn't seen in years, friends and acquaintances, but also family members that were much less pleasant. The last guests, her parents, had left about ten minutes ago, now it was just her and the family of her newlywed husband.

There was another reason why her gait wasn't elegant, but an awkward stumble. Tonight was her wedding night. Usually, it was a moment to celebrate with one's new partner in a more intimate manner. It wouldn't have been her first time with Lynn, so this wasn't the issue troubling her. The laws that prohibited premarital sex had been abolished long ago and her husband was a very open and progressive mind, he didn't care about those laws restricting personal freedom, he cared about her. Yet, there was another law, one that was even more ancient, one that his family still followed after many generations, the right of the first night. It had been a way for a lord to exert power over their subordinates, allowed them to claim a husband's wife on their wedding night. A simple power move. The issue was that Lynn's family followed this code, a remnant of tribalism that still prevailed, and in her case, it wasn't the lord who executed the right, but the husband's father.

In short, Lynn's old man Roan was currently sitting in the attic and waiting for her to show up. Tonight, she wouldn't share a bed with her love, the man she had just married, but with his father. Tonight, her body belonged to a person she trusted and respected, an honorable and amicable man, but he wasn't the one she loved and married. Back when her relationship with Lynn had started, this outcome hadn't been set in stone. Her husband had told her straightaway that if they were to marry, they only had to obey the rules of his family if she wanted to have their blessing and their support. In the end, she had been driven by financial considerations. She originated from a poor family of blue-collar workers, handymen and secretaries, and money was something she never had a lot of. Lynn had always insisted that she didn't have to give in to ancestral pressure, that they could be happy without his family's riches. But then she had gotten a taste of their wealth, a simple gift, an aid in a time of need. His family had paid for a new kitchen after their old one burnt down in an accident. Of course it hadn't been a simple replacement, but a beautiful temple of food and cooking. This was enough to convince her. When she affianced Lynn, she accepted his family and their conditions to gain their favor and monetary support.

Now she was about to pay the price for her boundless greed. It could've been worse, but she still felt a distinct knot in her stomach when she climbed the stairs to the attic. She yelped when she accidentally stepped on her dress and stumbled into the wall. She gritted her teeth and huffed, hissing silent curses. Just three more steps and she was at the wooden door. It seemed towering and threatening, a familiar yet unknown being eagerly anticipating her arrival. Her heart was racing, her breath faltering, and she felt sweat running down her neck, down her paws, and over the webbing between her fingers. Her anxiety froze her in place, she didn't dare to take her next step, but then she heard a deep, sonorous voice. "Is that you, Mona? You may come in." Yes, thanks to her little slip-up he knew that she was here, she couldn't hide, she couldn't run away, this was her fate, she brought it upon herself, she had to do this.

The attic was mainly unused, and this was actually the first time she got to see it. With a house as big as theirs, there was no real need to use it, it was just always more comfortable to use one of the many other rooms. She pushed down on the door handle, it gave in with a metallic creak, but the door wouldn't budge. It was tilted, it felt as if it didn't want her to enter, mocking her for the shortsightedness that had brought her into this situation. Applying a little more pressure finally did the trick, the door slammed open and she stumbled into the room. Her entrance was embarrassing, and she would probably never forget it, and neither would her husband's father.

The old tanuki Roan was sitting there, next to a big bed stacked with countless pillows, waiting for her in a deeply relaxed pose. He had basically merged with the chair. His green eyes focused on her, scrutinized her body and her ruffled dress, his lips formed a warm smirk. He was delighted rather than upset. Her gaze wandered down, she realized that he was stark naked, already prepared for whatever would ensue on this wretched night. He was big, he was bulky, covered in gray and brown fur. Roan was a real man, weathered and experienced, matured like a good wine. Despite his ripe age, he was handsome. It was quite fascinating, she had never seen him like this before. Even on the hottest summer days, Lynn's father wore full attire, never went topless, his clothing wide and inconspicuous, always concealing what was now laid bare.

Her mind was torn about her situation. One side of her was outraged by the prospect of being fucked by an old man on her own wedding night, her other side was entranced by his looks. The sting of lowly arousal pierced her mind and she felt ashamed of herself. Was this really all it took to sway her mind, seeing the buff body of her husband's father? "Please, would you close the door behind you?" Roan requested softly. Mona nodded hastily and turned around, following the request as if it were a command. Once it was shut, she almost didn't dare to turn around again. She didn't want to face him, she didn't want to see him, fearing that his alluring appearance might skew her perception. Just the thought of him, the mental image alone, was bad enough. Why was her husband's father so handsome?

"Mona, if you wouldn't mind, could you please come closer? Also, it would be splendid if you took care of your dress as well. It has served its purpose. It's really stunning, but I'd like to see you without it." A gentle voice, comforting and soothing like honey, yet with a demanding undertone. Her paws went to her head. With trembling fingers, she pulled back her veil, removed her headdress, unveiled her lutrine face to him. A stubby snout, big brown eyes, little round ears, a few of the many reasons why Lynn loved her. She put the headdress aside and proceeded to deal with her exuberant dress. It was a messy affair, so many strings and buttons, her clumsy fingers made it even harder for her. Roan just watched her silently. He didn't mock her struggle, he didn't comment on it, but he also didn't come to help, he just enjoyed the moment.

Eventually, she had unraveled her gown, peeled it back like the skin of a banana, and escaped this beautiful cloth reminder of her hitherto fantastic day. Once she discarded it, she was left wearing nothing but white frilly underwear on her dense, brown pelt. The last bit of clothing, the last bit of decency. Her tapered tail slipped between her legs and curved up, shielding her most intimate parts, and she blushed violently. Roan, on the other side, enjoyed himself even more. Greedy lust sparkled in his blue eyes as he examined her from head to toe, and a chocolate-colored shaft emerged from his loins, pumping and throbbing to life. He loved what he saw, he lusted after her, and he didn't care to conceal it. He didn't have to.

His rising and prominently protruding cock and his two naturally bloated breeding orbs inevitably caught her attention. He was hung, easily bigger than Lynn. He was perfect. The horny part of her mind took over for a fleeting moment and boosted her own reluctant arousal, conjured a lustful expression on her face. He acknowledged it with a knowing smirk. "Please, your underwear too."

Mona swallowed and nodded anxiously. Unfastening the clasp of her bra was relatively easy. A quick grip and it sprung open, releasing her firm tits, only mere bumps on her chest, their size secondary, mainly characterized by their prominent nipples. She expected him to be disappointed, but he didn't care about her lack of cleavage and still stared at her with unconcealed lust. Since there wasn't much to see, she didn't feel too embarrassed. Removing the second piece of underwear was a much greater deal. Physically it was just a quick tug, but mentally it meant the ultimate loss of her decency. Her fingers slipped under the strings of her panties, lifted them up and pulled them down with hesitant slowness. To him it must feel like a tease, to her it felt like a final surrender.

The frilly piece of fabric fell to the ground, she was now almost completely naked, only a golden bracelet remained. Her webbed paws made it difficult to wear rings, so she wore this wedding bracelet instead. She moved her paw over it, but when she attempted to remove it, Roan insistently shook his head. "Leave it on. Now, turn around and bend over, please." The old tanuki hadn't put a single paw on her, he had barely even moved in his chair. It was on her to carry out his gently phrased orders, it was on her to expose herself to him. He didn't need to get physical. If she didn't comply, she would lose his favor and his financial support, and that was enough for her to pull through.

Looking away from him allowed her a moment to take a breather and relax, allowing herself to relieve some of her pent-up discomfort in a grimace. Then she bent over. "Please, lift your tail and bend a little deeper if you can. I would like to see your face through your legs," Roan requested tenderly. There was no doubt why he wanted her to lift her tail, but why would he want to see her face? Removing the tail and exposing herself fully was a degrading act. Mona blushed furiously and trembled when she finally revealed her rear to the gawking male. Just a little lower, and then she peeked through her thighs. She immediately understood why he wanted her to see him. He had grabbed his fat cock and lazily jerked off to the sight of her body and her privates. A soft, raunchy grunt escaped his lips, he enjoyed himself to the fullest, and he wanted to share it with her.

"I see why my son likes you, you're a really sexy otter, Mona. But that's enough of a show, I want to touch you. Please, come closer." His voice was bursting with lust, but he still retained a faint facade of politeness. Her next steps were probably the hardest she had ever taken. As soon as she turned around, she was greeted by an inescapable view of his body, his raw sexual beauty, his muscles, and a cock to die for. With every step she came closer, the horny part inside her grew stronger and her reluctance faded. Nothing concealed her anymore, her fur laid bare. She couldn't run away, her path to a happy future lay beyond a night with him, she had to accept it.

Mona finally stood in front of him, her legs only inches away from his, breathing heavily while he did absolutely nothing but smiling at her. His male musk engulfed her nostrils. Roan was a cleanly tanuki, his scent was distinct and usually quite weak, but the arousal and lack of clothing made it much stronger. He smelled potent and intoxicating. "Are you ready?" It was a simple yet difficult question; she didn't feel ready at all, but she still nodded. She anticipated everything, expected him to finally get up and claim her, but the tanuki didn't move. "Since we've never mated before, I'll grant you the right of the first touch. Feel me, grope me, caress me, kiss me, lick me, ride me." His offer sounded generous, but he still refused to lay a paw on her. Everything that had happened to her she had done to herself, so she could blame no one but herself for this situation. "Make me nut in your cunt once and that's the night." Her goal was set.

A moment of silence passed while she stared at him and considered her options. As much as she still disliked the idea, she could just ride him, make him cum, and they were done. However, he was significantly bigger than her husband and she wasn't wet enough to take his beast. Maybe she should ask him to prepare her. She wondered if he would even do that since he hadn't lifted a single finger for her yet. Alternatively, she could just finger herself until she was properly wet and aroused, but she didn't want to do it in front of him. Her attempt to retreat into a corner, away from his prying eyes, was met by a grumpy glare. "Stay." One word, no more politeness, a clear command that made her freeze in her tracks. If she wanted to do it, she had to do it in front of him. Roan watched her patiently as she inched her paw to her pussy and slipped two fingers in. Her embarrassment made it a terrible experience, her fingers cramping and unpleasantly scraping over her insides.

Finally, movement came into the muscle-bound male. He sighed and dropped on his knees. He grabbed her twitching paw and removed it with gentle force, then he put his big paws on her thighs and carefully pulled them apart. "I didn't ask you to hurt yourself," he reprimanded her with a chuckle. "May I help you?" His touch didn't feel unpleasant, but it stunned her. He had touched her for the first time! Left speechless, she nodded quickly. He began with a cautious sniff, followed by a kiss on her quivering nether lips. The pleasure from that simple act stoked the fires of her arousal, flushed her with heat, and elicited a faint gasp.

The kiss had only been the first greeting. His tongue slipped free and he licked across her folds with lavish strokes. He dragged it from the bottom up to the top and rubbed the tip of his muscle against her clit, giving it a playful flick. Next, he treated her pussy like a cone of ice cream, savored her lips like the scoop, drank her newly-emerging wetness as it melted into his mouth, took in the last bits with broad brushes over her entire organ, and finally dug into her moistening channel. Every motion profuse yet precise, decades of experience wearing her down in a single minute. Her first moan was soft and reluctant, but she quickly became louder and passionate.

Pleasure engulfed her, she lost herself in the wondrous twists and caresses of his tongue, relished the feeling of his upper lip rubbing and squeezing across her clit. He wasn't just good, he was godlike, and even with her eyes closed, she knew that it was him and not her husband. Lynn put in a lot of effort to satisfy her in the bed, but his skills didn't compare to this exceptional treatment. Nothing was left unattended, he was vigorous but not overwhelming, bestowed pleasure at an unprecedented rate. Mona had been so incredibly reluctant to embrace him, but now she couldn't get enough. A niggle of guilt sneaked in her head, they hadn't even properly started, but she already enjoyed Roan more than her own husband, and she wished it would last forever.

Moments later, she felt the first signs of an imminent climax. Squeakier moans, a shiver and a tension building up in her. Her pleasure peaked, her body unleashed an orgasm of unparalleled intensity. Mona howled, she shook, she cried loud enough that everyone in the entire mansion would notice. Her pussy twitched and jerked, the drought had turned into a flood of juices splattering and leaking on Roan's muzzle. Unlike her love, he didn't recoil, he didn't even flinch, and he diligently swallowed her cum while thrusting and grinding his tongue into her, extending her orgasm, sending more surges and ripples of joy through her. She thrashed around, her legs got weak, but the tanuki held her in an iron grip. While she was groaning with passion, he voiced his satisfaction with just one deep grunt.

The frenzy abated. A final spasm of her orifice, a final spurt of sticky juice he caught and swallowed, and then she slipped into a glowing phase of deep post-orgasmic satisfaction. Roan carefully let go of her and sat back on his chair, seductively liking his dripping lips and leering at her with burning lust. His cock stood even taller than before, firm and fat. "Feeling better?" he asked, parting his legs and patting his lap invitingly. She nodded, she felt better -- better than ever. Her body was now ready, her pussy prepared and soaking wet. She would climb him, ride him, and then they would be done. Bringing him to a single orgasm, that's all she needed to do to satisfy the right of the first night. But maybe a little more? She had become curious about what else he was capable of.

With an eager smile on her lips, she dropped straight into his embrace. A dreamy gaze, a sluggish climb, and she found herself sitting on his lap, his powerful chest in front of her, his huge shaft pressed against her butt. Mona took a deep breath to prepare herself, sucking in his strong scent, sweaty and musky from his arousal. Then she shuffled back, rubbing her moist rump against his length, sliding it all the way along it until her entrance sat on his tip. What belonged together was finally together, but the angle of penetration was unfavorable. She needed to get up, but her strength failed her in this crucial moment. Fortunately, Roan was there to catch her and lift her, until a gentle pressure sufficed to bury his swollen glans in her pussy. She gasped, stars sparkled before her eyes. It had begun, and he was really big.

His manhood stretched her open, she felt every single throb as it rubbed over her insides, filled her up like nothing ever before. She threw her head back and moaned deeply, pleasure and arousal glowing hot inside her. This was the perfect way to mate with such a behemoth, slowly and tenderly. Eventually, his grip around her waist loosened. She had sunk all the way down, his warm meat forming a perceptible bulge on her abdomen, filling her from the lips to the cervix, a perfect fit. It felt as if her body was made for him.

The heat of the moment seized her mind, everything else had become irrelevant and forgotten. Mona had accepted her situation, her reluctance was gone. She dropped against the chest of the mature male, wrapped her arms around him as far as she could reach, her face mere inches away from his. Her brown eyes and his green eyes sparkling with the same passion, united not in love, but in lust. Then she willingly surrendered herself to him and gave him a kiss, which he embraced with all his vigor. The incomprehensible strength of his body concentrated in the most lavish, deepest kiss she had ever experienced. His big paws caressed her head, guiding her as his tongue slid deep into her muzzle, curling around hers and inviting her to a wrestle. The same muscle that had indulged her vagina did the same with her mouth.

Being on top and riding his lap didn't mean that she was in charge. Her strength didn't return, so Roan took care of everything for her. One paw wandered down her back, reached for her butt, and gave it a good firm grip. He lifted her up, assisted her in her ride, guided her at a wonderfully languid pace. Every motion sent a pleasant shiver up her spine and elicited another hot-breathed groan. Up and down, steadily inching towards her second orgasm, feeling his affection both in her tight canal and on her muzzle. He licked her lips, teased her tongue, and caressed her face, a carefree play that lulled her in. His other paw slipped on her chest, cupped her barely existent breast, and rubbed against her nipple.

Watching her moan and writhe with pleasure visibly aroused the old tanuki. Roan grunted and snorted, his kisses becoming sloppier while his hips began to jerk with increasing ferocity. He was horny, and he needed more. His embrace tightened and his thrusts quickened. "Here we go!" he growled, shafted his dick inside her, and climaxed. Tanuki were a productive species. Mona loved her husband's big, messy ejaculations when they mated, his cumshots so strong and powerful, but they couldn't compete with his father's load. He was not only bigger, but his orgasm also packed a bigger punch. The first shot of warm seed was rich and powerful, battering against her cervix and instantly catapulting her into a hard orgasm, but this was only the beginning of a gigantic load, a harbinger of many more wet shots to flood her womb and fill her up.

Mona howled, her love canal convulsing around the pulsating, spurting schlong. She felt his warm love slosh and gurgle inside her as it claimed her womb. And even Roan voiced his orgasm with an incomprehensible mess of raunchy snarls and heated groans, poured right into her ear, filling her receptive mind and firing her up even more. Once the initial explosion of cum abated into a more manageable flood, he teasingly licked her ear and whispered lasciviously, "What do you think, how big are the chances that I just impregnated you?"

Neither in her initial anxiety nor in her primitive, depraved lust had she thought about the risk of pregnancy, but now that he mentioned it, the realization came crashing down. She tracked her body's fertility meticulously, and she knew she had ovulated a day ago. Right now she was the most fertile she could be, and with the load that currently swelled her womb, it was almost certain that he had knocked her up. "High," she assessed with a shaky whisper.

Roan gave her another lustful kiss and pumped another wad of cum into her bloated belly. "You will keep it." It sounded ambiguous. It could've been a question, a simple statement, or a command.

Among those families who celebrated the bride's wedding night like this, it wasn't too uncommon for cubs to emerge from this union. As such, they received their own designation, the Lord's litter, offspring conceived with the husband's father rather than the husband himself. She looked at him. Even in his advanced age, he was a powerful male. Lynn had obviously not received the genes that made his father such a musclebound stud, instead, her husband was slim and androgynous. Time to give his father's genes another shot. "Yes, I will," she affirmed with sudden determination.

A faint impression of surprise rested on his face, then he smiled gladly. "Well then, that's it! We're done, Mona."

Initially, she had hesitated to submit to him, now she hesitated to let him go, her body wanted more -- she wanted more, and she had only this night to get more, because from tomorrow on, she had to make do with her husband. Forever. "Can we keep going?"

Roan's smile grew even wider and mischief sparkled in his eyes. "Of course, I hoped you would ask." He licked his lips and gave her a deeply lustful stare while his paws idly groped her butt. "However, it won't be the same. I restrained myself a lot to offer you the best experience while at the same time fulfilling my duty. If we carry on, we will do so on my terms. I will fuck you silly, I will breed you until my nuts run dry, I will growl dirty, naughty things into your ear while you scream my name. The entire house will know that we're having fun in the attic. Lynn will know that you're having more fun with me than you'll ever have with him. You will be mine until the sun rises in the morning. Are you sure you want to carry on?"

She knew that her decision would affect her entire future. His promise would distort her view forever, she would still love Lynn, but she would lust after him. On the other side, he had just knocked her up, her future was already shaped by him. "Yes, I want to move on."

"Good girl." His next hug was much tighter and stronger. He trapped her between his sweaty muscles, gave her a first taste of his strength and dominance.

Paws under her arms, he lifted her off with unwavering strength. She felt his dick slip free with a wet plop, releasing her stretched, well-bred hole. "You'll be a great mother for my cubs. I can vividly imagine your hips widening, your chest growing. My gift to you, free of charge," Roan purred while he carried her over to the bed. He dropped her on her back only to immediately overwhelm her with his entire body. His paws wandered over her arms, her torso, and her belly, stroked, patted, and caressed her brown fur with worshiping vigor, teasing her slightly bulging belly. "Do you feel it? Feels nice, doesn't it?" She couldn't deny it, there was something special about getting filled while being fertile, it finally scratched an itch that had irked her so many times before. Since she always used protection, it was the first time she actually felt hot cum slosh in her womb. If this didn't make her pregnant, nothing ever would.

Roan added kisses to his explorations, licking and smooching Mona's fur while groping her. Slowly he lifted her into a hug, cuddled her while he turned her over and set her down on her belly so she faced the door. Lying on her cum bulge was uncomfortable, so she promptly got on all fours. Moments later, he grabbed her tail and insistently pulled it aside. A sudden pressure against her nether lips told her that the tanuki was getting ready for more. The tip of his bloated prick was prodding against her entrance, his paws firmly clasping her waist. She gasped warily. He got ready to give her a proper dicking, she could feel it. "What's my name?" he growled with a raunchy grin.

She looked at him and replied befuddled, "Roan?"

"Remember it the next time I pump another fat load into your cute belly."

Then his dick went in, slowly probing her insides and making her comfortable with its girth. Mona felt even fuller than before. Roan hadn't grown bigger, but she had lost all control over her situation, her helpless anticipation amplifying her perception. She sighed softly. Silence before the storm, his swollen erection throbbing inside her. "Getting older doesn't have to be bad, you know? It takes me so much longer to cum, but this gives me more time to pound your cunt, more time to enjoy your pretty body, more time to hear you submit to yet another orgasm." It sounded both like a threat and a promise. He bent over her, grabbed her chin, and gave her a sloppy kiss, his tongue lazily slipping between her lips and drooling over her gums.

Then he went to work with a gruff snort. Like a machine, he pistoned his pulsating meat into her, sliding back before shoving it back in. Slowly and tenderly at first, he gradually accelerated, leaving the otter enough time to get used to him until he approached his rapid final rhythm. Obscene sounds of wet sex filled the air, the stomping and shlicking of the penetration joined by the soft yet heavy slap of his fat sack smacking against her crotch. He stirred her insides, stretched and massaged her tight canal, loosened it with every thrust. Every single motion of his fat prick sent another wave of lust through her. Her first moan was a soft, whispered coo, but her moans became hotter, louder, and more passionate as he revved up. Two different words emerged from her screams, yes and Roan.

"Fuck, you've got a nice cunt. I could breed you for days," he complimented her.

Her lust confused her thoughts and impeded her speech, but she still managed to reply, "Yes, breed me, Roan!"

Her voice turned into a high-pitched scream of surprised pleasure when he suddenly pushed his thumb into her tailhole. It was as if he had pressed her secret button. Mona shook ecstatically as an orgasm washed through her. Her vagina clenched up, but he just kept fucking her, effortlessly and tirelessly working through her convulsing organ, making her squirm and howl even louder while enjoying himself with a deep groan.

"You like it when I play with your asshole, slut?" She whimpered in agreement, mewling and heaving while he fingered her. He added more fingers and teasingly spread her pucker, eliciting another howl from the orgasming otter. "Bet you would love it if I put my fat schlong in your ass, wouldn't you, you naughty girl? Does your boy do it? Some anal fun to switch things up?" Mona nodded shakily. Roan grunted, "Great, so you've got some experience. Guess what we'll do later this night." He laughed lewdly while he concentrated on pounding her harder.

Roan wrapped his arms around her body, pulled her against him, and humped her like a toy, mercilessly battering into her sensitive body. She heard his heavy breath next to her ear, hot air brushing over her fur, his saliva running down her cheek. He swallowed noisily, huffed and wheezed, grunted and groaned, and he filled her mind with suggestive phrases over and over again, reminding her that he was fucking her, mentioning his name, asking her for his name, making her comfortable with saying it, screaming it, howling it. The next time an orgasm claimed her, she yelled his name at the top of her lungs, "Roan! Yes! Harder!" Every single resident should have heard and understood it. If somehow they didn't know that they were mating in the attic, they would know now. They would know that Roan exerted his right of the first night, and they would know that Mona loved every single second of it.

When her climax faded, she heard someone knock at the door. A distinct, clear sound piercing through the lewd noises of their lovemaking. Apparently, her cries had generated more interest than she had anticipated. However, she was too busy with her own situation to care or respond, her mind swimming in arousal, ready to carry her to another orgasm. "We're busy. Who's there?" Roan grunted. He didn't sound annoyed, but a little amused? There was no way the person behind the door didn't know what was going on, not after her vociferous climax. Whoever it was, they weren't here by accident, but on purpose.

"It's me, Lynn. Can I come in?" Mona was unable to speak, instead, she expressed her surprise with a startled squeak. Her husband, of all people, asked for entry even though he knew exactly what his father was doing with her?

As if it couldn't get any weirder, Roan accepted his request. "Sure, come in, boy."

The door opened and a slender tanuki entered, the man she loved and married. He had switched his fancy dress suit for a much comfier sweater and sweatpants combination. The first view he was offered was that his own father balls-deep in the love of his life, moaning and crying his father's name, enjoying herself with the most blissful expression he had ever seen.

Mona looked at him and was confused. Usually, her husband's expressions were easy to read. Tanuki had big eyebrows and a characteristic fur face mask. She saw his face, but his expression didn't match her expectation. Shouldn't he be angry over her shameless enjoyment, annoyed that their raunchy noises inescapably filled the mansion, worried that she sounded like she had the best sex of her life with his father, disappointed and saddened? Instead, there was a clear smile on his lips, his hazel eyes glowing with indescribable joy.

As if to demonstrate his current dominance, Roan hammered her harder, elicited a cascade of deep, lustful howls from her. She looked her love right into his eyes while moans poured out of her throat and blared at him. Lynn's joy didn't falter, he received her utterances of pleasure with a beaming smile. He slowly walked toward them, trembling with excitement. The conspicuous bulge in his pants was telling; he liked what he saw.

A surge of warmth rippled through Mona's body, the next climax claimed her with inexorable might. Her eyes glazed over, her muzzle sprang open, and her tongue fell out, breathing quickly and moaning profusely, approaching a pleasure singularity that seized her full attention, made her forget where she was, who she was, and who was watching her with an ever-growing smile.

Somewhere in the distance, next to her ear, she heard her breeder snarl, "You arrived at the ideal moment, Lynn. I'll pump a few more cubs into your bitch so you don't have to." Mona shivered when she felt another rush of wet warmth gush into her fertile womb, stretching her with even more highly virile breeding fluid. Once the flood gates had opened, they didn't close for an entire minute. Roan had a lot to give. The incessant sloshing and splashing of semen, the pressure in her belly, the pulsating and pounding of the ejaculating dick in her pussy, she lost herself in an incredible orgasm. "Your girl got an amazing cunt. Tight and snug, just how I like it," Roan snickered. One of his paws slipped on her belly, massaging and kneading her inflated midriff. "And she sounds like she loves it. Have you ever heard her this happy before?" Lynn shook his head and bent down, his face mere inches away from her melting visage. Her husband appreciated her utter bliss with a smirk and pressed a fleeting kiss on her lips.

"May I take a seat and watch you?" he asked.

"Sure, sit down and ogle as much as you like. She's your girl after all, so why shouldn't you get to watch her?" Roan patted on the free spot next to him. The younger tanuki hastily undressed while Mona was busy recovering from her numbing high, her mind slowly clearing up. She yipped as the mature male pulled out of her, leaving her as a trembling, leaking mess. Her limbs were weak and she collapsed with a nebulous groan, only for him to pick her up and put her on her back.

"Your ass is next, girl," Roan grunted and switched positions. He dropped down between her legs and forcefully shoved himself into her crotch. Big paws on her butt cheeks, spreading them apart and unveiling her pucker to give it some proper love. Not a moment later she felt a wet kiss, his tongue briefly digging into her drooling muff before sliding down to her tailhole. The mature tanuki ate her ass with as much vigor and passion as her pussy, while his son sat next to them and watched. Lynn was fully undressed, his shaft fully erect, and he began to enjoy himself with a lazy wank.

The break from the intense rutting was convenient because the otter had a burning question for her mate. "Lynn, honey, why are you here?"

The tanuki smiled coyly and tenderly stroked her shoulder. "There is something I never told you. A secret I originally wanted to take with me to the grave. Love, I have a fetish for this kind of stuff. The idea of you getting fucked by someone else sounds so exhilarating to me."

"So you're actually enjoying this? Why?"

"That's the reason why I didn't tell you. It's hard to explain because there is no real reason behind it. It's part of who I am." His gaze was endearing, but also a little uncertain. "I'm enjoying this moment like you wouldn't believe. I am ashamed to even admit it, but I would be lying if I didn't. But what about you? How do you feel? This situation was maybe my hidden fantasy, but it certainly wasn't yours. I saw your reluctance when you went upstairs."

He wasn't wrong, her wedding night had begun as an obligation. But by now it had become something more, hadn't it? Was she really so horny and depraved that she forgot her husband on her wedding day over some sex? Was it bad that she enjoyed this moment more than anything Lynn had ever done in bed? A disquieting suspicion crept up on her. "You two didn't plan this, did you?"

She yelped when the old tanuki eating her ass suddenly snorted with laughter, right into her asshole. Then the licking stopped. Roan pulled back so that the couple could deal with their situation in peace. Lynn averted his gaze and swallowed nervously. "You planned this? What the hell, guys?" Mona should've been more upset, but the constant stimulation and the orgasmic afterglow softened her anger.

With a sheepish nod, her husband explained, "When you agreed to embrace our family tradition, I told my dad about my fetish. I wanted someone to know what this did to me, how excited I was about the mere idea of him fucking you."

"But why didn't you tell me? I'm your wife, after all, I should know your secrets, shouldn't I?"

"If I had told you back then that the thought of my dad railing you turned me on, what would you've done?"

"I would've slapped you. I mean, what the..." She abruptly stopped speaking. That was the moment she realized his predicament.

"You could have left me over it, and I couldn't even blame you."

"Okay, okay, I get it. But what did you actually plan? Were you trying to force me into your fetish, or what?"

Lynn shook his head vehemently. "Dad would've exerted his right no matter what. You know, I convinced him to go easy on you. If you didn't like it, what I originally expected to happen, he would have let you go after a single consummation, and I would have never told you about my fetish. But you seemed to like it, so I felt encouraged to finally tell you. I'm so sorry it turned out this way." Tears formed in his eyes, he realized how terrible his explanation sounded.

"So, let me summarize it. Me getting fucked by your father turns you on?" Lynn nodded abashedly. Mona still didn't understand what was going on in his head, but it didn't have to make sense to her. She just had to accept it. Did she want to accept it? Did she even have a choice? They were married now, breaking up had become significantly more difficult. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Before we do anything else, are there other secrets you should tell me? Now would be the best time to do so."

"There are no more secrets. I told you everything except this."

She wasn't really sure if she could really believe him, but he was right, he had had many good reasons to keep this fetish secret from her. A bit more curious she asked, "So if I told you that I just had the best sex of my life with your father, what would you reply?"

"That's wonderful. Tell me, would you like more?"

His response surprised her, no envy, just wholehearted acceptance, encouragement even. Then again, he had just confessed that he had a fetish for it. "I mean, maybe. I don't know if this decision is up to me. Your father has to agree, he's got his own wife, after all."

"Um, oh, yes, I didn't even consider that."

They looked at the mature tanuki chilling at the bed's foot, his head rested on the edge while he listened to their conversation with a subtle smirk. "If you two really wanna do this, we need to do some proper planning. I'm a busy man, you know?" he replied casually. "Amelia doesn't mind, she knows my heart is hers, and I don't mind either. My boy doesn't mind, it's been his idea, after all, now it's really up to you. Mona, you really willing to do this?"

If it weren't for Lynn, she would've agreed immediately. However, she was married to him and loved him, so she felt guilty because she liked his father's appearance and vigor more. Lynn was a cute, pretty boy, sex with him decent, but Roan looked better and stronger, and sex with him was heavenly, addictive even. "Honey, are you sure that you're fine with it? I'll always compare you with him, and you'll come out on the short end."

The young tanuki gave her the warmest, most genuine smile, and nodded enthusiastically. "I know, that's what's so good about it. I can never satisfy you as much as he can, and that's the only thing that counts for me. I want you to be as happy as can be, and you're definitely happier when he fucks you. And the happier you are, the happier I am." He came closer, tenderly reached for her head, and gave her a loving kiss.

"Even if I howl his name? Even if I bear his cubs?"

"Love, you deserve only the best. And he is undeniably better than me in bed. Mating with me would be a waste if you could mate with him instead. Don't feel bad, you don't need to." He gave her another kiss and moved away again.

On cue, his father rose from his position, proudly showing his burly body once again, his heavy dick erect and throbbing, wet with her juices. "Ready to get your slutty ass filled?"

One last time Mona looked over to her husband, checking how he reacted to this situation. He was blissfully happy, exchanging a rapt smile with her, one paw stroking his rigid cock, the other one playing with his asshole. She still didn't understand his fetish, but she saw that he was excited about watching his father go down on her, maybe even more excited than she was. This was the encouragement she needed. No more bad thoughts, no more worries or guilt, just mindless, exuberant fun. "Please, come and fuck me hard, stud."

Roan gladly followed her request, climbed on the bed, and crawled towards her. Before burying the slender otter under him, he loosened her up with lots of kisses. He began at her feet, a kiss on each paw pad. Then he worked his way up her thighs, planting noisy smooches on her fur while his paws insistently splayed her legs, three kisses on her crotch, one on her asshole, one on her lips, and one on her clit. Her swollen belly received some extra love, a playful massage, and a deep kiss on her navel, she even could feel his tongue wriggle against it. "I filled you up nicely, didn't I? Hadn't expected to father more cubs at my age." Roan gave her belly a tender smack, sent it jiggling and sloshing with the load he had put inside her. He pushed on, a kiss and a teasing suck on each nipple, plenty on her neck, and a final one on her lips, deep and endless, wet and sloppy, brash and dominating.

Mona was once again trapped under the heavy male. His warm and sweaty body weighed her down. His masculine musk was everywhere, stronger than her and Lynn's scent combined, the air heavy with it, each of her breaths infused with it, a potent, intoxicating cocktail that made her randier than ever before. "My duty's done. Give it a few months and your belly will be full and swollen with my cubs," he laughed, pressing another kiss on her muzzle. "Time for the fun part. Relax, girl."

She whooped when his tip prodded against her tight sphincter, followed by a deep sigh when she relaxed and allowed it to enter. It went in with a wet plop and slowly sliding further with gentle force, inch by inch, until the entire length had disappeared into her tight hole. She squirmed and struggled with pleasure and moaned his name, "Fuck~ Roan! Yes!" Her head rolled over and her gaze fell on her husband. The younger tanuki still sat there, reclining into a comfy mountain of pillows, grunting and huffing like his father while he rubbed one out with ardent fervor.

"Shit, you're tight, bitch!" Roan grunted. He thrust slowly and very carefully. She felt the tension in his muscles, his voice dripping with raw power. The strong male actively held back so she could get used to his girth. And she rewarded his patience and care with a deeply lustful moan.

At that very moment, she heard a desperate cry. From the corner of her eye, she saw Lynn, frozen in orgasmic delight, his shaft twitching and showering him with his own seed. The tanuki tried to catch some of his wet mess in his muzzle but only ended up painting his face with sticky white semen and layering it on his furry mask. When his high subsided, he sank deeper into the pillows and turned his head. Their eyes met, and he granted her an endlessly happy smile, blew her a kiss. "I love you, Mona."

Roan had stopped thrusting to give her enough time to watch her husband cum, to experience how happy he was despite, no, because of their odd yet exciting situation. Eventually, the moment had passed. The mature tanuki grabbed her head, distracted her with a forceful kiss, and pulled all her attention back to him. "Let him hear your slutty moans, reward him with your voice," he purred and began to pound her hard.

The feeling of his cock ramming through her tight sphincter and claiming her insides sent her into a frenzy of ecstatic cries. "F-fuck Roan!" Her husband's appreciative moan was the last thing she heard before her mind degraded into a muddy mess of lust and pleasure.

After several minutes of intense sex, Roan exploded into her ass for the third time and painted her intestines with his hot semen. Grunting and heaving, sweating and hot, but still hard, ready for more, and promptly taking more. The night was still young, the fun had only just begun, and Mona wholeheartedly accepted her new position, being shared by two males. This was her life now: getting screwed silly by her husband's handsome father while her husband watched them. And yet she was happy because she would have godlike sex with a real hunk of a man, endless joy and satisfaction delivered with a passion and intensity Lynn just couldn't muster. Not to mention his big fat cock stirring her insides and the ounces of cum bloating her, claiming her ovaries, and filling her with cozy warmth. A strong male to bless her with strong cubs. Roan was happy because he got a willing side bitch, a cock hungry slut who eagerly cried his name while he used her. An otter who was willing to bring his seed to life. And Lynn was happy because his wife was happy and because he was finally able to satisfy his unusual kink without having to worry that it would disrupt and demolish his relationship with her. His father would always stay with his mother, Mona would always stay with him and not run away.

Everyone was happy.