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Lust for Breeding

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A YCH round for Koma Bloodpaw, LunarPearl10, Drake044 and ScytheSno

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They fit perfectly, the canine kissing the hyena-like anthro on the neck, though Hokori was far, far from just a hyena. Her pear-shaped body was blockier around the shoulders, betraying her strength, though her tail was that of a Komodo dragon, thick and functional, reptilian heritage lining her frame. The park stretched around them, clad in Autumn splendour, the shades of the fall season wrapped around them and perfectly complementing the hues of their fur.

"Unff... Yes..."

She growled, eyes alight, a crest of red hair flowing back atop her head, fiery like her personality. Hokori had not had any idea that her walk in the park was going to end up in such lust, for the hybrid anthro had not even realised that she was in heat, a growl on her lips and passion in her heart. As the temperature became a little less favourable, day by day, she had braved it all in a pair of shorts that stopped just below her knee, though they were easy for the dog to push aside as he nuzzled into her neck.

"Mmmph... I think you like this, hm?"

He didn't need to ask that, lighter and gentler than the kind of anthro that she usually went for, though Hokori could not stop her heart from pounding as he pressed up to her, groping her breast, sliding his paw down and down and down to the crook of her hip. Even their fur colours matched up well, though they had not planned it that way. Koma, Koma Bloodpaw, had simply approached her in the park, the dog with a soft smirk and quirk to his head, tilting it to the side. Do you want to? He seemed to ask, though eyes of that intensity had something more to say than anything she could honestly have expected in any way, shape or form.

She should have sent him packing, should have turned her back on him, but the patterning of his fur had caught her eye for a moment: a jogger out clearly on a run while the autumn leaves tumbled down around both, all at once. It was a moment to be enjoyed and luxuriated in for the changing of the seasons, yet her eyes had landed on his fur patterning, like that of a German Shepherd, almost, but with a darker shade of red, black and tan, as if he had been dipped in something far more mystical.

Hokori had liked that. She'd liked that rather a lot.

With the lake stretching out to their right, more in the open than they had any right to be, Koma smirked and licked at her neck, using every trick at his disposal to coax the flames of her lust in the right direction. It had not taken his sensitive, canine nose any time at all to scent out that she was in need, growling softly, licking her cheek, enticement dancing in the dog's eyes. Yet it was Koma who would have to lead her, for the hybrid hyena was by no means going to stalk down it without a little incentive.

"Mmph..."

His paw crept into her loose shorts, not tight enough across her hips to hold back the encroach of his paw, feeling for the softness of her folds, how her body rocked up more and more urgently into the teasing push of his fingers. She wasn't wearing any underwear down there and, with the fall of leaves flitting down around them, relinquishing their grasp on the trees of Autumn, he knew that he had Hokori, the name he had managed to tease from her, right where he wanted her. Who could have known that his jog was going to turn into something so much more? The dog smirked, licking his lips, tail wagging faintly. Yes, things were coming together nicely, though his need pushed out at the front of his more comfortable jogging shorts, his shirt already non-existent. It was as if he had known that something was going to happen out there in the park that day and had not been able to resist from the get-go!

What the two of them did not know was that they were being watched, but their hooved comrades in lust had not yet met each other. A stag (at least, all there would only know Akurah as a stag and no more than that) with a magnificent autumn ruff of foliage around his neck stood watching, chuffing and grunting softly, blending into the trees with his shaded orange and brown garb, splashed through with reds and yellows. He was not just a stag, of course, but a deity of the forest, though even one such as him, in a feral body with the majesty of his forest wrapped around him, could travel from time to time. The park was on the outskirts of a large city, sprawling through the suburbs, but those taking non-anthro style bodies were normal there, integrating with society. Akurah, with mushrooms growing in his ruff and moss draping sweetly over his magnificent antlers, might have preferred the deep forest still.

But the stag did not know whether his eyes should have been fixed on the rather strange duo before him, the anthros who had quirked his attention, or the horse watching them. At first glance, the horse was male, though there was a set to the draft type equine's hips that suggested more, let alone the faint scent on the air. Akurah watched intently, wisdom lying behind his gaze, though the equine grunted sweetly right there before him, not seeing the stag who had taken up position where he would not be noticed, as long as he was quite still and quite quiet.

Siegfried, the horse, was somewhere between, a horse who used male pronouns and yet still felt the fire of having a pussy and a womb between his thighs. It ached deep inside him, deep in season, whimpering and curling his upper lip back, though all Siegfried wanted to do was to spread his legs and present himself. That part of his body and mind still relished in the simple desire and need to be bred, to be taken, the fire of aching heat tingling through his body.

The horse groaned, a paw drifting between their thighs, feeling out the front of their crotch, pressing in, though they had worn heavy enough clothing for their need, surely, not to be all that palatable through it, or so they thought. Their coat colour was a rich bay speckled through with a lighter tan on their front, a dark muzzle almost mealy at the edges, their hands and fetlocks both a luxuriously dark shade. Siegfried would not have called themselves a stud, yet the passion in their body and how their pussy winked and pulled, displaying the typical mannerisms of a mare in season, could not be denied, grunting and arching back, tail flagging up, even then.

"Ohhh... Damn it..."

His head swam with lust that was his to bear and not at the same time, eyes fixed on the couple, the hyena hybrid, for they were obviously not purely a hyena, pinned back against a tree. Before his eyes, the female slipped down to her knees, her head against the rough bark of a tree, though there were no needles on it, not a conifer but some kind of deciduous tree that was losing its leaves in the season. He needed it, Siegfried's body responding when his nostrils twitched, sucking in that scent, the heat of sex in the air, watching intently as the dog pulled down his shorts to reveal his throbbing erection.

"Damn..."

Siegfried couldn't help themselves, not as the hyena took his shaft hungrily into her mouth, folding her lips around it and sliding them deep, the moan of her lust rising even then. It should have been muffled and yet it was not, the horse hungrily admiring their lust, wanting so very much to be a part of it themselves. Their pussy winked and twitched, dripping and drooling more of their arousal with every passing moment, a hitch in their throat as they tried to take in as much breath as they possibly could.

But it was not enough, not even as the stag softly moved towards him, his cloven hooves sinking into the soft loam where there was no path. They were off the path, to the side, a thicket of trees to their back, yet not as far from the "happy" couple as they could have been as Hokori's head bobbed furiously on the dog's cock, the unformed knot at the base heralding even more fun between the two of them.

"There's a need in you, horse..."

Siegfried would have jumped, but the equine's legs quivered too badly with breeding need, spread a little and braced apart as if they expected to be mounted right there and then. Their winking folds might have been hidden by their clothing but there was no way to deny the thick scent of "mare" in the air, though that would have, perhaps, been the wrong way to describe Siegfried. Yet who was supposed to find all the right words in the heat of the moment, Siegfried swinging their head back and forth, grunting and snorting in short, sharp bursts of breath.

"Who..." He grunted, eyes wide with a scared rim of white, lost in their need, the flowing of their juices soaking their underwear. "Who...are you?"

"Akurah," the stag said, head pulled back proudly high as if to make their antlers reach to the sky above. "Deity of the forest. It is your fortunate day, dear, for there is a need in you that I can fill. What is your name, oh one in need?"

"D...Siegfried..."

It was not like him to be so lost for words, not at all. The horse trembled, quaking in place, though their need was not to be denied. It was hard for that to happen when the excitement of their arousal was practically soaking through to their outer layer, the thicker, canvas-like trousers that they had donned for their chunkier frame no longer doing quite the job that they had wanted them to. Siegfried groaned, eyes half-closed, the stag lowering his head, nuzzling at his backside as if everything that was happening there was perfectly normal, eyes drifting to them. But he neither minded an audience or someone who did not present as he expected, only seeing the need in the horse, the brace of their legs. Scenting that their womb was ready to be filled, to swell with the birth of new life, well...that was something that Akurah could simply tell for himself.

The stag licked his lips, larger than the equine, though he did not need to speak loudly or behave brashly to exude his quiet, calm dominance, the king of his domain. Siegfried shivered, the horse wanting to press his legs closer together, but it seemed that he could not conceal the secret between them anymore.

"Oh... How did you..."

He wanted to ask, but the stag nuzzled him gently, kind dominance in his eyes. ForAkurah knew just when a willing slit and womb was waiting for him to breed, the stag's nostrils twitching as the god of the forest took his rightful place. Besides, it had been a long while since he had majestically cowed such a fine equine under his belly...

"Take them off, dear."

Akurah did not want to force the horse, though they had attracted attention, as much as the equine might have liked to fly under the radar in that regard. But the equine was amenable, down on all fours, whimpering, snorting, making adorable grunting noises that were both mare-like and stallion-like at the same time. But all the stag was interested in was the sweetness of the horse's pussy, the winking folds, how they tugged and pulled in an open demonstration of their need. Sweetness flowed forth, dripping and drooling over their clit, Siegfried whimpering, taking off his shirt, body muscled and thick with a power builder's physique.

And through it all, the equine had not been able to hide one part of themselves that they had had to come to accept too, even if they had not been actively bred before. That was all to change, Akurah licking his lips, his sheath plumping out with his length of shaft, though his large, swollen balls were a little more obvious in his need too, tucked up where his hind legs joined his body. They would have more than enough contained within them to seed the horse full until cream dripped from that pussy, trickling down their folds, painting their clit too with a glistening of erotic arousal.

The moment was right, exactly as it needed to be, even if things between all of them could hardly have been said to be conventional in the slightest. Everyone had the right kind of audience there in which to share their lust, though Hokori, enjoying the length of the dog's shaft, was not present in the wider moment enough to tell. All she could focus on was the hot length of cock powering over her tongue, driving lightly into the back of her throat with every strong, powerful thrust of the canine's hips. He took her proudly, dominant without exerting a single drop more energy than he had to, as if Koma was so confident in his dominance that it came naturally to him.

"Unff... Yes..."

The dog growled, though he would not have stopped his tail from wagging, openly showing his enjoyment, Koma leaning in, his paws braced on the tree above her. It did not need to be done, though the hyena-Komodo hybrid could not restrain herself, starving in her lust, groping his thighs, paws going around to his backside, squeezing, tugging his shorts down further still. To have him all clothed was not what she wanted, not when prickling, aching heat crawled through her, her heart pounding more vehemently than she could ever imagine it doing ever before.

She had to have him, consumed by blinding lust for the dog, the tightness of his glutes, how they were contracted and larger with the swathe of his lust rising through. His moans caught her, though she could not help but notice just how his attention wavered from her, cock throbbing, dripping pre-cum lightly onto her tongue. Hokori might not have liked that his eyes were on another, but she would have him inside her and pounding her pussy soon enough, taking everything he was for herself, even as the twinges of desire had her wanting to be on her back, her pussy taking his cock however he pleased.

Domination and submission snarled against one another within a predator like her and Hokori could not fight it forever, the submissive soul in her wanting to be down on the ground, moaning for it, enjoying the feel of his cock on her tongue. Her tongue was a little flexible, long enough to wrap around his cock a little, but that was her Komodo dragon heritage at play, her long, thick tail swinging back and forth. Resolutely, she curled the floating, wafting tip of it, which seemed to be made up of less physical matter...but that was not for anyone there to worry about. Hokori was a stranger soul, her body not something that they could understand, though all would come through in time.

She rumbled a growl around Koma's cock, the dog resting a casually dominant paw on her head, drawing her down deeper, though she swore that his knot was already swelling, ever so slightly. Was he that randy already? She needed it, though it could not be helped that their desire came paw in paw with one another, slurping on his length even as Koma grunted and closed his paw around his knot, squeezing gently.

"Yes... Just like that," he breathed. "You can't see it, but...mmph... There's a couple over there, a horse and a stag... Oh, wow... The stag had his nose under the horse's tail... Mmm... You can smell their need from here. He's got such a big dick. But there's only going to be one cock plunged in you today."

Hokori shivered. Oh, yes... Yes. That was what she wanted, all that she wanted. She had to be his one, his only, even if he was going to get turned on by others. The dog groaned, rolling his hips, thrusting harder and faster, though he was still warming up.

"I bet you'll have as much cream drooling from you as that horse over there has," he whispered huskily, hips working like a piston, cramming into her maw, holding her head in place. "Soon... very soon... Mm, you're so hot, so needy... Maybe we'll meet again, maybe we won't, but you'll have a reminder of me growing in your womb after I've filled you."

While Hokori trembled under him, he let his attention wander, skin prickling, though his hackles raised a little, not quite settling under the force of his lust. It was hot, too hot, to watch the stag slurping into the equine's pussy, how that thick, fleshy fold of flesh spread around his tongue. He would have wondered how the stag's tongue might have felt on his cock, but he was more into those of the female persuasion, ones with a hot pussy between their thighs - just like the horse. How one identified was of little worry to him, if all were comfortable, and he licked his lips, nose quivering, need rising with every pulsing, pounding beat of his heart.

The hyena hybrid was too hot, however, his hips rising, pumping, drinking in the scene even while she stole the show. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive flesh, though she had him right where she wanted him too, grunting deep in the back of her throat with need. Yet what Hokori craved was the flow of his cum down her throat, rubbing his thighs, shoving his jogging shorts down even further to make sure that she had as easy access to his balls as possible. With them in her paws, she squeezed lightly and caresses, trailing her fingers over the back, though the two of them didn't have all that much time to understand the intricacies of each other's bodies. Not when their lust was so high, Hokori's eyes half-lidded while Koma lost control.

"Ah... Fuck!"

He couldn't hold back and it was with a howl that the dog climaxed inside her mouth, though it was not like one orgasm was going to have him at all out for the count. No... He had stamina and could go again very soon, even if his cock would soften slightly between rounds, arching his back and pumping his hips while he spent ropes of thick seed straight down her throat.

Siegfried was not in much of a better state, not with the stag's tongue curling into their pussy, teasing apart their folds even as their sex could not help but wink and pull. That tongue felt too good, making their head spin, though the scent of the earth was in their nose too, so peaty and heady. He moaned, rolling his head from side to side, though that could not work out the kinks and the tension in his vertebrae, need rising with every pulsing breath, every heartbeat...and more still.

"P...Please..." He begged, eyes half-closed, their nose dipping more and more submissively towards the ground, not caring that they were out in public, only needed it all so very desperately. "Please... Breed me... Fuck me... Ohhhh..."

"Mmm, don't you worry, little pony."

Akurah, even though he was a deity, was not about a little teasing from time to time, taking on a more playful air. It was good to toss his head, to lap up the equine's juices from his lips, where they had soaked in a little more to his muzzle. Oh, the scent... It had his cock hard and randy, his balls aching and churning, like nothing else ever could, though it had been a long, long time indeed since he had had a horse. Not that Akurah was lacking in sexual pleasure, no, not by any means, but the variety that he took from the world around him on his travels was the spice of life.

And right then and there his body quaked with the urge to breed. His nostrils puckered and flared, snorting and huffing softly, though a toss of his head had the foliage and moss around his neck fluttering and shifting slightly, his antlers tall and proud. The need of the equine was exquisite, their taste delicately clinging to his lips, yet the breeding need in him was not something that he wanted to set aside at all. He was there, out in public, showing himself as proudly as he had ever been, grunting in the back of his throat as he pressed on,

"You'll climax when my shaft is deep inside you, sweet one," he breathed, his nose close enough to the horse's backside that he could scent their need as his breath washed over their soft, sweet folds. "Hold out...for your bliss will be even more powerful for it."

Siegfried was not so sure about that, but the horse did as he was asked as he stood shakily under the stag's command. Truthfully, he didn't hear anything Akurah was saying as he trembled in place, leaning against the tree that he was directed to, though the horse doubted that the trunk was thick enough to support his weight. All he could focus on was how his pussy flexed and pulled, the coursing, pumping, driving need inside him swelling more and more, demanding attention. It was overwhelming even as Akurah rose, murmuring soothingly to them, his cock jabbing and poking, sliding invitingly against the equine's rump.

"Don't worry, sweet equine," Akurah breathed, knowing exactly when he needed to take a gentler touch with a submissive partner. "I have you. I will care for you. And I will satisfy that need between your legs, leaving you bred, swelling with my offspring!"

That was exactly what Siegfried needed to hear, nickering out wantonly as Akurah, finally, penetrated them, sending the horse spiralling straight into an orgasm that they had not even realised they were so close to. Thrusting and grinding, Akurah filled them completely, that equine pussy perfectly designed even for large cocks, though he wondered if a pussy like that could honestly hold every drop of cum that his body had to give. That sort of thing could only be seen in time, with the sweet join of their bodies, coming together in unbridled passion time after time again.

He relished in the sensation of the horse's pussy accepting him, those large, soft folds wrapping around his cock, as if their only purpose right there, in the life that Siegfried had been born into, was to massage the length of his cock. The horse was a good size and more than strong enough to bear his weight as Akurah put more onto him, shaking the equine's shoulders even as he grunted. The only thing that Akurah had to be careful of was knocking his antlers on the tree branches above, though he thought that the well-aged deciduous tree would be more than enough to support them both.

The others, watching, Koma's cock slipping from the lust-addled hyena hybrid's mouth, licked their lips keenly. Yet one of them had not had their pleasure yet, heat curling and twisting inside her, demanding attention that even she did not quite know how to give.

"Come on, what was it..." Hokori growled, a paw thrust between her legs, heat overwhelming. "Koma, yeah... Koma. We're not going to let them get the better of us, are we?"

Of course, Koma was up for the challenge, grunting softly, though the dog had more lust in him than anyone else could have imagined. His tail lifted proudly, stiffly, though there was no one there to challenge, even if he was ever so slightly rankled at the fact that the stag had taken advantage of the situation where he, in fact, had started their lust. That was something that he would have to set to rights, of course, to make known that he was a stud too, that they were both studs, capable of breeding and seeding the welcoming wombs that ached for them so desperately.

With Akurah breeding the horse up against the tree, he took a similar position himself, yet hitching Hokori up in his arms, facing him, required more physical exertion than he had expected to expend in the course of passion. Koma grunted, but she yowled, kissing him deeply, passionately, showing her need lingering behind the force of her kiss. Her legs hitched up around his waist, holding her body in close to him, though Koma would not have allowed her to drop, not when he pinned her back with such luscious breeding force against the bark.

The moment was right as he plunged into her, his shaft easily finding her pussy and driving deep. Her folds closed around him as if she was trying to suck him deeper, rippling erratically around his length, lust overwhelming, pushing and prodding as if it was all that was keeping them exactly as they were. The dog growled deep in the back of his throat, eyes alight with lust, though there was nothing, not even one single thing, that would have stopped him from breeding Hokori, short of her, of course, not wanting him to. Yet her claws dug into him as she gasped, burying her face into the crook of his neck, their bodies so close, so hot, though he was only dimly aware of quite how he had ripped her clothes away.

That was strange, not like him, the moment raw and feral, her shirt hanging from her in tatters, her shorts on the ground, though he could not quite remember how they'd gotten there. That didn't matter, nothing mattered, heaving and panting, arching over her as if the only meaning left in life was for their bodies to become one. Koma was not competing with the stag, not per se, though there was a strange kind of desire in him, a breeding need, something deeper that bubbled up, snarling and blistering forth for precedence.

It would come as he slammed into him, Hokori boldly taking each and every one of his driving, dominating thrusts like the breeding pro she was. Her legs hooked tightly around him, her arms around his neck, though she wanted to stroke and caress, languishing in a moment that she could very much not have anticipated when she woke up that morning.

But that was okay, yes... Very much okay as she panted heavily, her pussy squeezing around his cock, her eyes, that time, permitted to drift to the show very near to them. Maybe the change of the seasons was indeed the time for breeding as she whimpered and eyed up the stag slamming into the equine, the horse braced against the tree trunk in a shower of autumn leaves as their pussy was filled.

"Mmmph... Oh, yes..."

She moaned, rolling her head, the heady slop of two needy pussies being bred at the same time filling the air, grunts and snorts, heady lust sweltering even in the nip of cool air. Akurah was a breeding fiend, more studly and masculine, though she had her own right there, head spinning, needing it all. She failed to cling to her version of reality as she was swept away in breeding desire, whimpering and moaning, losing all sense of herself. Right where she was, safe in Koma's arms, there was no reason for her not to feel safe, her pussy hot and tight, clutching him as she did her best to squeeze around him with every one of his thrusts.

The males had eyes on one another, though Akurah's chest rose out before him in easy pride at his breeding ability. He didn't have to try and yet every stroke into the equine's pussy brought Siegfried another throb of pleasure, the horse whinnying shrilly as their pussy clenched and rippled around the stag's shaft. On the contrary, it was all Akurah could do to hold back from imminent orgasm, even though he could easily go again for a second round, grunting and heaving, breath visible in the air just before his muzzle where the temperature of his lust contrasted with the cooler air outside.

Their need twined together in the autumn glow, desire pulling through, the stag thrusting and thrusting, letting himself slowly relax down into single-minded lust. There was a release to be had in breeding joy, of course, where he no longer had to consider his duties, his rule, knowing that what he was doing right there and then was just as important. To breed, to sow his seed across the land... Yes, that was what it meant to be who he was too, thrusting, grinding, finding the rhythm of his hips as his cloven hooves dug into the softer soil nearer the base of the tree.

The equine was a firm strong body to push into, the tenor of his hips rising in cadence, thrusting harder and faster, taking advantage of the horse's sturdiness to use the full weight of his body. One foreleg was flung over the equine's shoulder, hooking him right there for his lust, the other laid down against Siegfried's back. The tree shook under the force of the stag's thrusts, yet all was as it was supposed to be, bringing it in the heat of the moment, the autumn chill no longer anything that would chase the lust from their bones.

A slow, tender sort of camaraderie built between the stag and the dog, Koma, thrusting, humping, driving in more and more, bringing it all to a height of need. They knew that they didn't know one another and, most likely, they would never meet again, but that moment exactly as it was would tie them together forever. They would always remember that day, the very moment when their breeding needs came to sweet fruition, impregnating their charges and wondering at the future that would be held in store for their offspring.

But breeding demanded attention, even as Koma's hips sped up, grunting, too caught up in the moment to hold back, need rising, pumping through him. The stag quickened his thrusts too, though Siegfried was too lost in the moment to care, muscles braced and locked. Still, the firm hold of his arms was truly the only thing that prevented them from tumbling down.

Even then, Siegfried had to cling to their strength, nostrils flaring, sucking in what breath he could. He squeezed weakly around the stag's powerful breeding spire, nickering and snorting, though they were by no means in control of anything that passed the barrier of their lips, no. They were too far gone in the throes of lust, yet another orgasm cracking the equine's body, pounding and pulsing, aching deep inside. They'd always known that, one day, they would need to be bred, though they did not understand why, the lure of bearing young too enticing to forget, passing on their bloodlines in the best way they could. Siegfried just had not thought that it would come to be seen out in the park, pretty much in public, though they were fortunate enough to not be happened upon, not quite yet.

He wouldn't have wanted, after all, to miss those thrusts claiming their pussy, how their folds squelched luxuriously around Akurah's shaft. Siegfried needed it, whole body prickling with desire, moaning, whimpering, bowing their head submissively. For nothing else in their life would ever match up to that level of breeding need, how their whole body tingled as if they were coming through to something more, something even more deviously delicious than before.

"Oh... Yes... Mmm... Yeah, just like that..."

The horse's ears pricked, tuning in to the hyena hybrid's cries, her body squeezing even more tightly around the dog, though Siegfried did not know who they were. All they knew was that the cries of the breeding pair fuelled his own lust, grunting, trying to bear back, but he still had to take the pounding thrusts of the stag to his back.

Koma, however, could not hold back for a single moment more, exulting in breeding desire, letting out a yowl as he filled her, Hokori clinging to him in orgasm, far worse for wear than she would have liked, when it came to her clothing, at least. She would have trouble getting home again after their tryst while retaining her modesty, though that was hardly something that Hokori thought about at all. There was too much going on, the scent of lust and sex in the air, her body trembling in excitement, knowing that there was only one thing that could come of such a passionate mating.

And she wanted it all, so very much, grunting, groaning, not ladylike at all - yet she had never said that she was. That was just how she nipped and bit passionately at the dog's neck, sharing his lust, his seed flowing forth within her pussy in long, thick spurts. He drove deeply up into her, bark scraping free from the tree to her back, yet the moment was right for so much more, deviousness of the moment heating up between them. Koma moaned, bearing into her all the more heavily, his shaft entirely buried in her pussy, though there was nowhere else that he would rather be.

Drops of slick cum oozed from her folds, slickening the passage of his cock, though one breeding in such a public location would have to be enough for them, even though there was far, far more lust that they would have loved to take from each other. He purred softly, tail lifting, curling sensually back and forth, even brushing up against her much thicker one, the playful twist in the larger appendage as her pussy relaxed a little more, just a little, around him. The moment was right: it could not have been any more perfect than it was. In a kiss, tongues tangling, they shared their pleasure.

Akurah remained, the stag sweating lightly, his fur a little ruffled and thicker where it had already been thickening up for the autumn and winter seasons. He drove into Siegfried's pussy with all the force he had in his body, sending the equine spiralling into yet another orgasm as Siegfried could not resist squealing out. If they had not been bracing, as they were, they would have kicked out, shown their lust in another way, but all Siegfried could do right there and then was to desperately flex and pull their pussy around Akurah's cock, milking them of every drop of seed.

So it was that the stag was the last of the quad to reach their high, though they had all started to attract a little attention, onlookers gathering and pointing from what they supposed was a safe distance, the stag bellowing and stomping. His huge balls ached as if they were squeezing and contracting in preparation, spending spurt after thick spurt into the equine. Siegfried milked him for all he was worth, tail lifted and shoved back passionately against the stag's underbelly, though the moment was given, taken in sweet lust.

The horse could only bow their head sweetly and submissively as their pussy took every drop of Akurah's seed, the others slumping down from their braced position against the tree while Siegfried held form. It was a moment that he hoped would never come to an end as he heaved and panted, ears twitching, sweat darkening their hide, the weight of the stag solid and firm, a sensation with his thick length shoved inside that Siegfried would remember forever.

"I think..." Akurah rumbled, cock still twitching, spending the last trickles of cum, his fast and furtive orgasm having more than given Siegfried a womb full of cum to last. "I think we have an audience..."

But no one cared when their breeding lust had been satisfied, as long as they had everything they wanted and more right there, pussies dripping with cum and the seed of the males already working its way deeper and deeper into them. Smiling and nickering as Akurah dismounted, cream spilling thickly from the equine's pussy, the horse rested a paw on their stomach, already imagining just how it would swell in the months to come.

All was well... But the consequences of their actions that day would be reaped in rewards.