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Authors Notes-- Hey guys, Anamalia here! This one was a commission from Duskwolf624, and I had a lot of fun writing it. It takes place at the ranch, and stars two lovely avian OC's provided by the lovely Duskwolf 624 themselves. I hope you enjoy- feel free to like/comment/favorite if you enjoy my work! I'm also open to taking commissions for those interested, just check out my journal for the info!

Lucifer knew a thing or two about maintaining an empire.

While his own was still relatively new, he'd built it from the ground up with his own blood, sweat, and tears, and continued to captain the ship mainly on his own. There were very few he trusted when it came to his business, and this had lead to the stallion being exceptionally hands on when it came to things at the ranch. While he had his guards to maintain order and the liaisons to help make customer service run more smoothly, the large blood bay stallion oversaw everything. Not a single decisions was made at the Hells-Pass Ranch without his approval, and it meant that he spent most of his days and nights buried in work.

Luckily though, he could work from home. The Ranch-House that sat on the front of the property was more than just a pretty feature for customers and new workers to see when they came walking up for the first time. The handsome brick house was as massive and grande as anything else on the territory, looking more like a mansion inspired by a split-level ranch, which was exactly what it was.

On the first level were all the normal things one might have in a home - a large family room, a formal dining area, a gorgeous kitchen with a breakfast nook- and all of it was done with that classic 'ranch' inspiration in mind, giving everything a warm and homey feel despite being so grand and spacious. This was mainly due to the fact that Lucifer was a shire horse, and so while the houses furniture and decor seemed perfectly suitable to humans and anthros, the high ceilings, wide doorways, and few stairs had all been made with his comfort in mind. This area was mainly for the live-ins anyways, which included the guards, the liaisons, and the house-keepers/cooks.

The second-level was where the bedrooms were for those live-ins could be found, and usually Lucifer didn't bother with this space either, mainly because he wanted his people to have a sense of privacy and boundary in their home. The third and final level however, was Lucifers own personal space. His bedroom, personal study, custom bathroom, and private kitchen were all up there, including a board room where he could conduct private meetings with customers or staff.This level had a second entrance to it that could be reached from the side of the house.

Opening the door one would find themselves in a large foyer with a staircase or large elevator to choose from, both of which lead exclusively to a receptionist area on the top level, where they could be led to the board-room without having to see any of the areas that were for personal use. It kept things professional and neat, and allowed him to get his work done without having to worry about a commute back and forth.

Todays meeting had been of particular interest, however. Lucifer had met all kinds of people for all kinds of reasons. There were the typical things like arranging the next shipment of Level One workers or staff meetings to keep everyone up to date, but occasionall he'd also have meetings with clients. Typically the Liaisons would handle the partnering of customers to workers, but when it came to direct sales or more sensitive matters it was always Lucifer who took the reigns.

The boy he met with called himself Sandusky Garrix. He was a haf-crow, half-sparrow anthro hybrid who had come to the ranch alone just to meet with the blood bay stallion. It was an unusual circumstance, but after hearing what they had to say, he found himself understanding.

It turned out that the anthro was the sole heir to a fortune left to him by his father, and as the inheritor of their estate much responsibility had fallen onto him. On top of this, it seemed like all eyes were on the crow-sparrow to perform well, and potential threats that might want to get rid of him in order to take what he had. And this, Sandusky had explained, was why he needed the help of the Ranch. The boy needed an heir in case things went south, someone he could raise in secrecy and train to go on in his place if something ever happened, but there were no resources to accomplish this kind of thing back home in the anthro nation. He needed to be off the grid and far from the prying eyes of those who were watching him.

This was something new for Lucifer, but he wasn't at all against the idea of having Sanduskys heir born and raised at the ranch until they were needed- after all, the Level Threes and the Guards were both allowed to have families and there was an entire wing of the massive Rec Center dedicated to housing, schooling, and entertaining their children. It would be the perfect camouflage for the anthros child, mixing flawlessly among the others who already called this place home.

And so the pair had spent the evening going over the finer details of things. There would be no paper trail involved with this transaction, and everything would be paid in cash. Sandusky would visit the property after hours and be accompanied by lucifers personal Liaison, a human girl by the name of Chelle that the stallion swore could be trusted with the information, even under threat of death.

The Ranch didn't have a massive surplus of things like avian anthros to offer, mainly because the demand for them wasn't as high and partially because there just weren't that many looking for work in the field of prositution, and so most that were available were Level Twos and Ones, neither of which was appropriate for something like this. In the end though, they were able to find a promising candidate.

Her name was Charlotte Bissonnette, and she was a durian jackdaw anthro of seventeen years. She'd come to work at the ranch about a year prior and had always been a good worker. She was healthy and young and had a personality that seemed to possess many of the traits Sandusky was after; intelligence, patience, resolve. Lucifer had confidence that it would turn out to be a good match, and when things were finally settled the stallion was paid his fee and told Sandusky to come back in a months time, when the girl would be in estrus.

And just like that, the deal was made.

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ONE MONTH LATER

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It had been a rough go for Sundusky the last couple months. Ever since the loss of his father it was like the entire world had turned it's gaze to him, and he suddenly found himself crushed under the weight of everything. He performed well, of course. He always did. He knew what his job was and he made this that the wheels kept spinning on everything, even if it was slowly stripping him of his childhood. He was only sixteen and already he had to worry about the security of his future and having it taken from him, and really the only peace of mind he'd had was knowing that if things went south, he'd be able to snatch the win from his enemies by having a trump card in the wings.

As the day loomed closer and closer though, Sandusky found that even this was causing him stress. He'd never been with a woman before, and while his mind told him that didn't matter because this was just a business transaction, he still had that nagging worry in his gut that he was going to embarrass himself. He made sure to masturbate before leaving that night in hopes that it would help, but really all he could do was hope for the best.

He arrived at the Ranch well past the closing hours. As Lucifer had promised, the guards at the gate had been sent for a walk, and instead a human girl stood there waiting for him. She was pretty, with shoulder length brown hair that fell in gentle waves just past her shoulders and an attractive body that was complimented by the clothes she wore, despite them being modest in style.

When she spotted him approaching the gate she welcomed him with a warm smile and outstretched her petite hand to shake his own, and Sandusky couldn't help but feel the air of innocence about her. There was something too genuine to her smile and too gentle in her eyes to make him believe she was any kind of sex worker, despite the fact that many would have paid a hefty price to have someone like this underneath them.

"Welcome! You must be Mr. Corvus." the girl said, using the fake name that Lucifer and he had decided upon. "My name is Chelle, and I'll be your Liaison this evening. Mr.Lucifer has explained your special circumstances to me and I'll do my best to make sure that things run smoothly tonight. If you have any questions or requests throughout your stay here, please don't be afraid to call on me."

She spoke just like she looked; light, sweet, professional. She made a good first impression and if her ability to follow through was anywhere as near as good as her presentation, then Sandusky could understand why Lucifer had chosen her to be his personal assistant.

"Thank you, Chelle. It's nice to meet you. I really appreciate all the co-operation from you and your Boss. I know my requests probably aren't making things very convenient for you here at the Ranch." Sandusky replied, looking a little apologetic.

In reality, the anthro was right. Lucifer had to take special measure to ensure that nobody -not a single guard, client, or sex worker, accidentally crossed paths with Sandusky, but if there'd been any hassle in the matter, Chelle didn't let it show. The girl simply shook her head an insisted it was no trouble at all, and that some people made way more complicated requests.

Sandusky couldn't tell if this was true or not, but he appreciated the girls attempts to make him feel less awkward about it.

The girl led him down the same road he'd taken to get to the Ranch House a month previously, but this time he didn't have to pull the hood to his sweater up and hide his face as he walked up, as the entire path was empty.

Past the ranch-house they went, down another road that led off to the back of the property. And it was here that the Stabled were. The massive buildings rose up in the darkness, illuminated by the pale glow of various lanturns that lit the way along the road. There were three of them in total, massive, identical buildings that stretched out paralell to each other in a neat row. Chelle led the way past the first two and pulled open the door to the final one, leading the way inside By now, Sandusky had begun to catch on to the theme of what the Ranch really was.

When he'd first heard of the place through his own private research, he'd been skeptical, but intrigued. While the entire thing seemed too good to be true, the aspect of such an endeavor was brilliant on a scale that even he could respect, and when farther research into it had yielded only positive result and raving reviews, he'd found himself having to reluctantly accept. And to his amusement, everything was exactly as he'd been told it was. While the place called itself a ranch and used terms like 'stalls' and 'pastures', really this was all a play on words. Just like the 'ranch-house' had actually been more of a mansion inspired by a ranch-house, the stables too were just a play on words and design.

Just like an actual stable, the entire building was a massive rectangle, and when you entered it you found yourself in a hallway of sorts with 'stalls' on either side of you- exactly like you'd expect when walking into a normal horse stable. The only difference was that everything was much bigger and cleaner and classier than that, clearly modified and maintained for the comfort of it's sentient inhabitants. The floor was some kind of shiny granite and the hallway was incredibly wide and neat. There was no smell of hay or manure, and instead a rather subtle air freshener left a mild but pleasant scent in the air. The walls and roof were made from a gorgeous mahogany wood that really brought home the feel of being out west somewhere.

About every 25 feet or so there would be a large door, the sort that slid sideways like a horses stall- only these were solid and had a viewing window of some sort on the upper half that one could peek in through, though these were all covered with black curtains to prevent such a thing at that very moment. He wasn't sure if this was a precaution of Lucifers for tonight, or if it was just a standard privacy the men and woman were entitled to. Each of these doors also had a silver nameplate that read the girls name, and a number that he assumed belonged to the room, so that people knew where to go. And these were rooms, of that he had no doubt despite them being referred to as 'stalls', and it seemed as if they were quite big.

"Well, here we are."Chelle would say after a few long moments of walking, coming to a stop outside of a door that looked like any of the others.

It read, 'Charlotte Bissonnette, #34', and this window on this particular door was not closed.

"Miss Bissonnette has confirmed that your welcome to stay until morning if your too tired to leave afterwards, but if at any point you'd like to leave, order food, or place a 'special' request of any kind, there's a phone inside that will connect you right to my personal cellphone. Any questions?" she asked, watching him with patient but curious brown eyes.

"No, I think I've got it from here. Thank you again, for everything."

Chelle only smiled at him before turning and making her leave, leaving Sandusky standing outside of the door by himself.

He didn't knock right away. Now that he was here and the moment had arrived he found that he needed just one last second to gather himself and make sure he was present, and when he could find no more excuses not to, he finally knocked. It didn't take long for someone to answer. After a few seconds of waiting the door swung open and Sandusky found himself face-to-face for the first time with the future mother of his children. He had seen the photos provided by Lucifer and gone over the girls documents the day he'd come for the meeting, and he wasn't disappointed.

Charlotte Bissonnette was a beautiful teenage girl. At seventeen years old she had mastered the art of appeal when it came to the opposite sex, and with her quick-wit, cunning, and ability to read almost any situation, she was a girl who had figured out early on in life how to get the things she wanted by using her body. She had never seen any shame in this, which is what had marked her as a 'slut' and local pariah back home before she started working at the Ranch. The insults had always managed to roll right off her though, and she found herself quite happy right where she was.

Tall, slender, and with curves in all the right places, her sharp, angled features gave her an almost exotic look as they settled on Sandusky. Her plumage was the traditional coloring for her species; cream undersides with charcoal markings on the face, arms, and back. She welcomed him a with a smile, just as Chelle had, but there was no innocence or naivety in Charlottes eyes when they met his, and instead he could see the confidence and calm that resonated within.

"Hello, Mr. Corvus. Come on in." she'd say as she stepped back and held the door open for him.

With a nod he stepped inside and let her close the door behind him, slipping his shoes off at the matt before taking a minute to scan the room. As he'd expected, it didn't look like a 'stall' on the inside at all. It reminded him more of a huge master bedroom or a fancy motel room, really. On one side of the room was a large bed, a wardrobe, a nightstand, and all the other traditional bedroom items, while the other half of the room was set up like a little living area, with a couch, coffee table, tv, and mini-fridge. There were even a set of doors leading out onto a patio of some sort, and another door that he assumed led to the bathroom.

"Pretty nice for a prostitution business, huh?" His gaze snapped back to her and he tried not to blush in embarrassment at having been caught looking around.

From what he understood this was her private quarters, and while this was how it was supposed to work he still felt a little like he was prying. She didn't sound upset in the least though, more amused from the look of the little smirk she was giving him.

"Uh, I wouldn't really know. This is my first visit." he admitted, figuring it was better to just be honest- or at least as honest as he could be.

"Is that so? Well, I'll try to make it a memorable experience." she replied with a smile, stepping foreword to gently grab his hand and lead him toward the bed at the back of the room. "What kind of things are you into? I'm pretty open minded- so long as it doesn't hurt."

Sandusky let her gently push him down onto the bed, taking a seat on the edge so that she was standing over him, looking down at him with none of the boredom he'd expected. If he had to guess, it seemed like Charlotte quite liked her job.

"Just, you know, the normal stuff." he replied, not knowing what else to say. He had no experience with this sort of thing outside of pornography, and he hadn't really gotten a chance to explore his own kinks if he was honest

. "Are you sure? You don't have to be shy with me." The way she said it made him believe her, and so with a soft sigh he decided to just come clean.

"Well, to be honest I'm not really sure what I'm into. I've never been with anyone before."

The momentary look of surprise that flashed across her features did nothing to help with the shame he felt, despite the fact that he knew many sixteen year olds who hadn't had sex yet. He was grateful when her expression shifted to something more neutral, and she nodded as if understanding something Sandusky didn't.

"Okay, no problem. Half the fun of sex is figuring out what you like, so don't stress too much about it. I can take the lead, and if you don't like something -or you do like something- just tell me." she replied, and the confidence behind her reasoning was logical enough to make Sandusky relax just a little.

"Okay, that sounds simple enough." he agreed, and when she smiled he couldn't help but smile back.

"Good. Now, go make yourself comfortable, sit back, relax, and let Miss Charlotte make you feel good. Don't worry about anything else."

Sandusky swallowed and nodded, watching as she stepped back and began to sway her hips slowly to some silent beat he couldn't hear. Following her instructions he got on the bed and scooted up until his back was against the headboards, arranging the pillows so that they cushioned his back nicely.

All the while he watched as her hands sensually roamed her own body, gently cupping her own breast and rubbing her stomach, stopping to play with the waistband of her shorts before instead gripping her shirt and lifting it over her head. Firm, perky tits were held fast in a simple, lacey black bra, and Sandusky let his eyes roam the smooth surface of her exposed body as she continued her sensual little dance.

Twirling so that her back was facing him, she let her fingertips return to the band of her pant and with a deliciously seductive roll of her hips she tugged them down under her ass-cheeks, peeking back to look at him over her shoulder under heavy lashes.

He could feel a reaction already happening between his legs. Even if he was nervous as shit and stressed out by just about everything in his life, he was still a teenage boy with raging hormones, one who was absolutely certain that he'd be getting some tonight. Watching her pull her pants down the rest of the way before turning back to him, clad in nothing but her undergarments, it made his cock twitch in anticipation as it continued to grow harder and bigger.

"You can touch whatever you want." she cooed as she stepped foreword and crawled across the bed towards him, straddling his lap and lowering herself so that his dick was nestled right up against her sex.

Even if they were still separated by clothing their position was absolutely doing it for him, and his hands immediately went to her waist so he could gently grind against her. Her feathers were soft and he let his hands run up her body to carefully cup her breasts, squeezing them lightly and letting his thumbs brush over her nipples through the fabric of her bra.

In response Charlotte began to slowly move her hips, grinding against him and massaging his hardened shaft through his pants. It made him groan softly, and the girl quickly reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, pulling it off. Sandusky was happy to have them free, and immediately began to tease and massage them as Charlotte continued her gentle grinding.

Feeling bold he leaned foreword and let his tongue flick against the tip of one of her nipples, his hard-on practically raging when she let out a soft gasp and leaned forward as if to present them for farther attentions. Encouraged, he began to lick and nibble and suck at her hardened buds, letting his hands roam as they pleased to stroke, squeeze, and hold whatever they wanted.

When he was satisfied that he'd explored that part of her body thoroughly, he slowly pulled away and let his gaze and hands drift lower, to their crotches pressed against each other. As good as it felt, he lifted her up so that there were a few inches of space between them, and seeming to sense what he wanted she leaned back and propped herself on her hands, presenting her pussy to him and finding herself instantly rewarded with the feeling of his thumb rubbing over her slit through the fabric.

The first thing he noticed was that they were already wet. He could feel the damp spot on her underwear, and as the pad of his thumb brushed her clit she let a soft sound of pleasure let him know she liked the attention. He spent a few moments rubbing her there, and then pulled the fabric to the side to expose her sex for the first time. She looked exactly like a seventeen-year old should down there, and if she'd been with a long list of guys there was no evidence of it from a glance. Her small mound was glistening from the juices of her lust, but her lips were small and tight and the peeking nub of her clit was subtly swollen with want.

Whether he'd been too distracted to notice it before or not, he was now acutely aware of her scent, which wafting in delicious tendrils around him. He'd almost forgotten that she was at the height of her estrus cycle, and he realized she was probably eager for the relief this union would bring. He continued with his ministrations, letting his thumb slide along her slit and rub at her bud, every soft moan and jerk of her hips having a direct effect on his throbbing cock. But he wasn't done exploring, and eventually he used two of his fingers to spread her sex open wide. It was such a lewd position, her straddling him like this with her pussy on display.

His dick was absolutely aching at this point. Every pulse of his heart sent more blood rushing to his already stiff meat and it needed release. So, as much as he hated having to give up this excellent view, he pulled his thumb away and let her panties fall back into place, pulling her back down into his lap to grind against her as best he could through his pants. She would let him pull her back into his lap, letting her own arm fall around his neck as she began to rotate her hips and massage his length with her pussy and ass, pressing his face against her chest as she did her best to ease the mutual ache in their groins.

By now, Charlotte could easily feel him even through his pants. Despite his age this boy was big and her body seemed to throw itself into overdrive at the knowledge that she'd soon have it inside her. On top of that there was the added fun of getting to take his virginity, something she'd never had the pleasure of doing before. There was just something exciting and even a little kinky about knowing every pleasurable thing her client was feeling was new to them, and there was something beautiful about being able to witness it first hand.

And it definitely turned her on.

Sandusky was a little disappointed when Charlotte suddenly stopped grinding and began to pull back from him, but it was quickly replaced with exhilaration when her hands found their way to his belt. Down came his zipper, and a moment later she was pulling him out. Rigid and hot, his dick sprang free from his boxers and gave a twitch as it hit the cool air, and his gaze instinctively went to Charlotte to gauge her expression.

To his satisfaction the girl didn't look disappointed. He watched her eyes widen in surprise ever so slightly before she smiled and bit her lip. "Can I lick it?" she asked as he gaze shifted up to meet his own, and he could only nod in response, afraid his throat would be too hoarse to properly answer.

Sandusky wasn't a total prude. He'd dated girls, made out with them, gotten hand-jobs and all that stuff, but this, well, this was new. No girl had ever looked him in the eyes and asked to put his penis in their mouth, and so when she kneeled down between his legs and gently gripped the base of his shaft, he almost melted back into the pillows.

He had to fight back a moan when he tongue began to lap at the precum glistening at the tapered tip. Slow, long, firm strokes of her tongue cleaned him thoroughly. He felt every ounce of tension in his body melt away like heated butter as his mind grew hazy with lust. The gentle lapping became stroking licks along his throbbing meat, until finally she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck.

It began slow at first, her ministrations gentle and precise and absolutely mind-blowing as she enveloped him in the hot, wet confines of her mouth, but soon she was full on blowing him, lips wrapped around his sword as she plunged as much of it into her mouth as she could. The hand on his shaft was moving in tandem with her sucking, and the other had found its way to his ball sack, massaging and squeezing gently. It was all too much for Sandusky.

Despite the fact that he'd jerked off earlier in the day to prepare for this, it all just felt so damn good. And so she had hardly had him in her mouth for a full two minutes when he felt himself beginning to loose control, balls tightening as the liquid inside fought for release.

"S-shit. I'm gonna-" his warning was cut off by a moan as he felt the head of his dick crash against the back of her mouth, each bob of her head bringing him deeper and deeper until he was sure he had to be lodged in her throat somewhere.

He could hear her struggling, breathing heavily through her nose as she tried to ram as much of him into her mouth as possible. It was amazing, and he could do nothing but surrender to the almost blinding pleasure that overtook him as he came for the first time that evening.

Toes curled, muscles tensed, and a low, pleasurable groan erupted from him as he shot his load right into the back of her throat. She had forced as much of his thick girth into her waiting gullet as she could and he could feel her throat contracting around his shaft as she swallowed the tsunami of cum he was pumping directly into her stomach.

"Fuck! He exclaimed, panting hard as his balls squeezed and pulsed, shooting a seemingly endless barrage of shots from his sensitive tip. Charlotte held her positions for a moment longer before pulling herself off of him with a coughing gasps, the sound of her own pants joining his.

"Sorry about that." Sandusky murmured between breaths, a little embarrassed to have oragasmed so quickly. He was sure her usual customers must have lasted longer than that, but she didn't look bothered by it. Instead he though he caught a gleam of satisfaction or pride in her eyes as she shook her head and sat back.

"No, don't be sorry! I like being able to make people feel good, so it's a compliment really." she assured him. "Did you want to take a bit of a breather before be keep going, or..?"

He knew that he was way too sensitive to let her touch him again just yet, even if his half-hard sex wasn't willing to completely call it quits. So instead he pulled his boxers back up and said '"Switch places with me. "

She nodded, and as he sat up and scooted out of the way, she took his spot, laying back into the pillows. Now it was Sanduskys turn to put in some work.

He was very much aware that he would have been well within his rights to seek only his own pleasure here, but that's not what he wanted. Charlotte was a pretty girl and she was working hard to make this a good night for him. Not to mention the fact that she was in estrus and probably felt a similar level of need when it came to her sex, and aside from that, he wanted too. He wanted to taste her and hear those soft moans again, knew that it would be exactly what he needed to get him ready, and so he tugged her panties off the rest of the way and pushed her legs open so he could lay down between them.

The was still wet, maybe more so than last time, and with the smell and the heat of her vagina just inches from his face, he didn't waste any time. His tongue found her clit at once and began to massage and gyrate against it, earning a subtle buck of her hips and a soft gasp. His thumb ran along her slit and as he slowly pulled her lips apart he'd prod at her entrance, the tight hole yielding as he pressed into it until it was swallowing up his digit. She was so fucking hot and wet, and every so often he felt her walls tighten and cling to him as he began to slide in and out.

This was definitely working. Every time she bucked her hips up into his face or let out a little chirrup of pleasure he was only enticed into licking harder and pumping faster. Within minutes she was fisting the sheets and whimpering softly, her entire body trembling as he removed his thumb and slid two thick fingers in instead and continuing. A part of him wanted to finish her off, but his dick was hard again and he wanted to know what it would feel like if she came while he was inside her, so he forced himself to make a decision.

Stopping, he'd pause to kick his pants off and pull his shirt over his head before kneeling in between her legs, spreading them wide on either side of him. He scooped some of her juices onto his hand and used them to make his own sex nice and slick, and then he lined the head up to her swollen vaginal lips. For a moment he just enjoyed himself, running the tapered tip of his sex up and down her gash and pressing it into her clit. After earning a few soft sighs of pleasure, he began to press into her.

It wasn't as easy as getting his fingers in her, that he realized right away. For one his dick was much thicker than them, and while the tip entered without a problem and began to slowly spread her with every centimeter, there was a lot more pressure that seemed to squeeze him with an effectiveness that was on par only with her lips and mouth. He tried not to get lost in his own pleasure as he slowly pumped his hips, working only the first 4 or so inches into her in an attempt to stretch her just a bit wider. Charlotte didn't appear to be in pain at all.

This wasn't her first rodeo of course, and while she'd never had someone this thick inside of her, her young, pliable sex was more than willing to work to accommodate him. Every now and then she would gasp or wince when he worked another inch of his fat shaft into her, but for the most part it was absolutely pleasurable. Being filled like this, so completely, was something she genuinely loved, and it showed in the way her cunt drooled and squeezed around his throbbing erection.

"That feels really good." she said breathily as he felt her tighten up around him again, pushing deeper. He had effectively worked a little over half of himself into her and began pumping quickly when suddenly she cried out and threw her head back into the pillows, her walls clenching down on him and rippling along his dick.

"Damn!!" he moaned as he tried to keep thrusting, but she was so tight he could hardly move, and beneath him she was panting and moaning softly as she rode her own orgasm out.

Apparently he didn't have to worry about being the only one to lose their cool so quickly. He paused though, glancing toward her to gauge what he should do. He'd needed a few moments after his own orgasm to recover, so should he let Charlotte do the same now? Did it work both ways?

"Damn, I guess I needed this more than I thought." she laughed breathlessly, her sex still rhythmically grasping at his own despite having mostly calmed herself.

She hadn't been allowed to pair with another man since Lucifer had told her about the job almost a month prior, and had been off all protective aids to ensure her cycle wasn't tampered with. Sure' she'd been allowed to use her toys as necessary, but it was never quite the same as the real thing.

"Would it be okay for me to ride it for a little while?" she asked, and it took Sandusky a moment to catch on to what she was asking of him just because his mind was so filled with sex-haze.

"Yeah, that sounds good!" he agreed, rolling them over so that she was back on top, part of his dick still wedged inside her.

She took a moment to reposition herself, and then much to Sanduskys delight went straight into sliding up and down on his rock-hard sword. He found this position more to his liking almost right away. Settled comfortably against the mattress and pillows, the half-crow, half-sparrow hybrid had an absolutely amamzing view. He could see her perky little tits bounce as she rocked on him and he could see quite plainly his dick sliding in and out of her. It was almost hypnotizing watching that pussy slowly work him into her. It was almost as erotic as the feeling of her warm, wet insides, and he let his hands roam her exposed body almost aimlessly.

He pinched and rubbed at her hardened nipples and gently flicked and stroked her swollen clit, delighting in every single moan or chirrup she made. His favorite was her stomach though. The more of him she managed to slide inside of her, the bigger the bulge in her stomach became, and when he put his hands there he could actually feel himself inside of her. At some point she reached behind her and found his balls again, cupping them in her hand as she worked his shaft.

"Miss Charlotte... your fucking amazing." he said between heavy breaths, grunting softly as she managed to sink right down his length so that all that was left outside of her was his knot.

He didn't know if she'd be able to take it, but the part of him that was insanely turned on really wanted her to. Her stretched little cunt spread wide on his spear was already amazing to look at, and that little bulge in her stomach where he could see his own rigid penis inside of her was something he'd never forget, but he wanted more. He didn't know if he was just overtaken by his own teenage lust or if some instinctive, primal thing awakening in him, but he was practically consumed by the need to pump her full of his cum and to seal it away inside with his massive knot.

"Mmm, speak for yourself Mr. Corvus." she moaned, continuing to milk the length of his rod.

Charlotte didn't know if she could take the knot either, but just like Sandusky she was filled with a desire to feel it inside her even though she was already gaping on the girth of this boys dick. The tapered tip of it was already hitting her deepest places, prodding the soft, perfectly positioned cervix that her estrus had caused to move into the optimal receiving position.

And still, she tried. Every time she lifted her hips she brought them firmly back down to push his swollen knot against her hungry pussy lips. With every swift descent of her body she steadily spread herself open over it a little more, Sandusky pants and grunts filling the air alongside her own moans and gasps.

At this point Sandusky was barely holding it together. His balls were aching for release, enlarged and firm in her hand, and he began to thrustu up into her, fast and sharp. The sound of his knot slapping into her sopping cunt filled the air around them, followed by a staccato series of pleasurable cries from Charlotte.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Each stab into her was punctuated by her delicious noises, and when at last he heard an audible 'pop!' and his knot was slurped up into her he felt his toes curl and his mind go blank, just barely hearing the scream that came from the girl atop him- one which ultimately succumbed to a series of panting gasps and long moans.

With his knot fully inside her not only was the base of his dick stretching her unbelievably wide, but it had driven the tapered end of his cock right into the softened entrance of her cervix.

And she could feel it- all of it. From her yawning hole to the pleasurable ache of his spear forcing open the tender tunnel of her womb, right to his entire dick twitching and pulsing inside of her as it shot hot streams of cum straight into her most fertile places.

Sandusky could feel it all, too. There was so much pressure on every inch of him and so much heat, and then there was something deep inside of her that was hugging the tip of his cock so tightly that he was almost losing his mind.

He shuddered and grunted as he tried to keep thrusting, but there was nothing to pull out and nowhere to push deeper. Instead the pair just moaned and rocked against each other as Sandusky continued to fill her full of his cum. At some point her vagina began to ripple and convulse along his member as Charlottes second orgasm hit her, and she cried loudly as she clenched around him, causing everything to tighten up even more. Good thing the rooms were soundproof.

At some point both of them managed to gather themselves. Panting heavily, with Charlotte trembling from where she was still straddling him, Sandusky let his gaze shift to the girls stomach. He could visibly see the bulge of his dick inside of her, could see her stomach twitch whenever his pulsing cock shot out another thick stream of his cum.

In his exhausted state it was almost hypnotizing, and Charlotte seemed to notice his gaze after a moment, a small smile settling on her lips as she rested her hands on his legs and reclined back just a bit, as if to display her pelvis to him.

For the next half hour they lay there like that, Sandusky occasionally reaching out to gently run his fingers along the swollen bulge that was her cum-stuffed womb. She'd be laying his egg soon, giving him a child. He might have been nervous if he wasn't so relaxed and satisfied with his work.

Exhausted and a little sore, Charlotte would eventually lean forward to lay against his chest, gasping a little at the feeling of pressure in her womb before getting comfortable. Then, sleep took them.

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MONTHS LATER

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Sandusky had been waiting for the call for the last week or so. With a burner phone on him at all times, the sixteen-year-old had been receiving calls ever since the pregnancy was confirmed. Lucifer had personally been updating him on Charlotte and the eggs progress, and when he finally got the call at nearly midnight that the girl had gone into labor, he'd make arrangements to leave right away and made straight for the ranch.

As it was last time, no guards were around to meet him, and instead it was Chelles smiling face that stood at the gates to the pass.

"Mr. Corvus, welcome back! And congratulations!" she greeted him, her genuine excitement for him almost endearing, and he couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Thank you. I'm hoping everything goes well."

"Try not to worry too much, I'm sure everything will be just fine. Mr. Lucifer has our best doctor and nurses looking after her."

After this brief exchange, Chelle led the way back toward the stables, and again there wasn't a soul in sight. When they arrived at her room, Lucifer and the Doctors were already inside. The room was still mainly the same, but the bed had been set up with plastic bedding for sterilization and what looked to be an incubator was sitting next to the bed having been rolled in by a nurse earlier.

"Ah, Mr.Corvus, your just in time." called Lucifer as he spotted the hybrid anthro, gesturing for him to come over.

The shire stallion was standing at the foot of the bed, watching as the doctor monitored the progress. The boy immediately went over to join them, not wanting to miss the laying of his first egg.

Charlotte was laying in the bed, propped up on a layer of pillows. She was panting hard and whimpering in pain, and Sandusky could clearly see her vagina starting to open as the egg began to make it's way into the world.

"That's right Miss Bissonnette, keep pushing." the doctor encouraged, and Sandusky watched as those beautiful vaginal lips spread wider and wider.

It reminded him of the night they had together, when he stretched her out on his knot and made her stomach bulge with the semen that made this egg. This wasn't the time for thoughts like that though, and instead he focused on the excitement building inside him. He was going to be a father soon! And with them being raised and trained here at the ranch for the first few years of their life he wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to make a target of them.

With a few more hard pushes, the egg slid out gently onto the bed. A light blue with dark speckles, it was perfectly in-tact and shaped.

Charlotte reached down to affectionately touch the fragile thing, and then the nurse was picking it up and wiping it off, heading for the incubator.

"Congratulations, your a father." Lucifer would chuckle from beside him, giving the younger male a congratulatory nudge.

"Yeah, I guess I am." he grinned back, stepping around the bed to stand beside Charlotte and the incubator.

"Thank you so much, Miss Bissonnette. You have no idea what this means to me. I promise, you and our child will be well taken care of. I'll make sure the two of you are never left wanting for anything." he promised, and he meant it. This kind, patient girl had sacrificed a lot to him with this pregnancy, and he wouldn't soon forget it.

"It's no trouble, really- especially after meeting you. I had a lot of fun that night." she replied with a smile and soft chuckle.

"Yeah, me too. Maybe we can do it again sometime." Sandusky agreed.

"I'd like that." she said softly.

Yeah, he'd like that, too.

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THE END

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