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Seduced by the Sheriff

The fox and bear stood alone, deep in Sherwood Forest, the sun setting as Robin turned to his faithful ursine companion with a sly grin on his face.

"I think this is quite private enough, don't you think?" he said, sidling up to the bear with an equally sly look on his face. Little John gave a playful chuckle, and returned the fox's grin.

"Can't imagine anyone'll interrupt us all the way out here," he said, looking down as Robin placed a soft, sultry hand on his big, soft belly. "Now, how about you bend over and-"

"Oh, are we skipping to that?" Robin chuckled. "Have some tact, will you? Are you that pent up?"

"Aw, well, yeah, maybe a bit," John chuckled bashfully. "I mean, we've been real busy lately, ain't we?" As Robin said: John had been incredibly pent up lately. He barely had time to jerk himself off, let alone help himself to a piece of his favourite fox ass. But now, the two of them had finally found the time to be alone together, and they were going to make use of every second. Robin moved forward, sliding his hands over John's thighs, his tail swishing happily behind him, his body growing more and more ready for his big bear friend by the second. The two gazed at each other in silence for a few more moments before leaning in and simply locking lips, the hulking ursine bringing his arms around the much smaller fox and pulling him close as he jammed his thick tongue into Robin's mouth.

"Mm!" Robin gasped, holding the bigger male tightly as they made out so deep and eagerly. He was blushing, his cheeks bright pink as he enjoyed the taste of his companion's mouth, their tongues flitting around the other's mouth and their juxtaposed forms grinding together. Robin was pressed firmly against Little John's soft, fat body, and their tunics were slowly starting to tent as the excitement of it all got to them. Robin had always enjoyed how much of an aggressive kisser John was. That big, sloppy bear tongue was working so deep into his mouth, worming excitedly inside him, pressing into his throat and making him moan on it. It was enough to get the fox rock hard under his tunic, and his moaning only grew louder as John reached down and gripped him by the package, smirking as they broke the kiss.

"I always did have that effect on you," he said. "Hard already, hm?"

"Hey, I can say the same about you," Robin said, glancing at the incredible bulge his lover was sporting, and then blushing further when he realised he'd been blatantly licking his lips at the sight of it. He gave out a squeak when John reached around and took him by the ass, gripping him firmly with a widening smile on his face as his fingers began kneading the vulpine's soft, petite cheeks. John was just as eager as Robin was, his maleness twitching under his tunic, ready for a nice, warm hole to have its way with. They both wanted to take this steadily, though they were having a great deal of trouble doing so when they wanted each other so bad.

"Maybe we should skip the romantic talk and just get rid of our clothes, huh, Rob'?"

"You never were one to beat around the bush," said Robin, already following the bear's lead as the two of them began stripping down.

"Hey, what can I say? I know what I need, and right now I need you." He gave a sultry look, though it came off more clumsy than anything; John wasn't too great with the whole romance thing, though he certainly tried.

Kicking away their clothes, Robin and Little John stood naked together in the shadow of Sherwood's trees, the evening wind blowing through their fur as they once again drew close. Robin brought his hands to stroke at Little John's belly as the bigger male took him by the asscheeks and pulled him close before locking lips with him once more, having to lean down a considerable amount to be able to reach him due to the size difference.

"Mm..." Robin gave out a soft whine. His confident and slightly cocky demeanour was giving way to his desire and neediness, his shaft throbbing and his hole clenching in anticipation. His mouth was starting to water, and he was quick to glance down once the kiss was broken, his eyes ogling the fat, pulsing member between John's legs: long and girthy, the head encompassed by a thick and juicy foreskin. Robin took in a deep breath and glanced back up into Little John's eyes, who let his gaze do the talking for him; the look he was giving the fox was practically demanding Robin get on his knees that very moment, and so he did. John watched as Robin dropped to his knees and took the base of that fat bear cock in his hand, gripping it firmly and gazing at it for a few moments before leaning in and dragging his tongue across the head.

"Mm! That's it, Rob'," John grunted, placing a hand on the back of Robin's head and pressing his hips forward as the fox slobbered all over his manhood. "Heh, greedy li'l guy, aintcha?"

"Mrrrf!" Robin moaned in response, running his tongue swiftly up the length before burying his muzzle in John's sack and slurping away at it.

"Ooh! Careful down there, buddy," John huffed. "Man, you're eager..." Robin just gave another moan in reply, taking one of John's orbs into his mouth and suckling on it lightly, tongue flitting across his light-brown fur. He gave that dangling, heavy sack a good amount of attention, before returning to the shaft, hungrily lapping at it until he reached the head, at which point he opened up wide and took it into his maw. Lips wrapped around Little John's fat manhood, he started to suck excitedly at it. His expert mouth had John moaning louder still for him, the bear tilting his head up and biting his lower lips as he enjoyed the warmth and wetness surrounding his sensitive, rock hard cock.

"Mrrff! Mm!" Robin was letting out his own moans, working the first few inches of the huge bear cock in front of him, moving up and down, turning his mouth left and right as he licked and slobbered at it.

"F-fuckin' hell, Rob'! You really are eager!" John had both hands on Robin's head now, his hips bucking forward, cock throbbing and twitching against Robin's tongue as he began spurting generous helpings of thick pre-cum into the fox's waiting maw. Robin took in deep breaths through his nose, savouring the taste and scents flooding him, and letting John's pre swish around in his mouth for a moment before he gulped it down with yet more moans. John looked back down at him just as Robin looked up to meet his gaze, a bashful, yet still somewhat smug look on his face as he kept on suckling on the aching rod of meat inside him. John growled with lust, "Keep it up..." He thrust forward, his cock meeting the back of Robin's mouth and making him choke slightly on it. Robin braced himself as John began thrusting into him, and he kept up his sucking as the big, horny bear did so. Never letting up, Robin expertly pleasured his lover, the mix of John's musky cock and scent driving him wild, his own shaft a sopping mess of his own fluids as he knelt there. His hands were working the shaft and balls now, stroking at the base while he massaged and rubbed at the low-hanging sack. John was thrusting in deep enough to have his pubic fur tickling at Robin's nose, the fox huffing in response as he closed his eyes and basked in it all: the tastes, scents and feel.

John's grip tightened, their moaning growing louder as he rutted Robin's face. They were so into it, so desperate for each other that the world seemed to melt around them - they didn't even realise the thick-framed and shadowy figure watching them from the bushes, hiding behind a tree and peeking out at them.

"Now ain't this a sight?" the Sheriff muttered to himself, shuffling himself free of his undergarments, now fully naked with his erect, wolven prick in his hand. He'd stumbled across the two of them just as Robin was slipping John's cock into his mouth. He hadn't even considered arresting the two outlaws; he was more than happy to simply sit back and watch the two going at it. It wasn't every day one would stumble upon the infamous Robin Hood getting his throat fucked out in the open like this, just simply kneeling there while his bear companion had his way with his face... How could the Sheriff pass up a show like that? And so, he'd hid there, stripping himself down and eagerly pleasuring himself as the bear and fox had their fun. His hand was a blur, fervently working his enormous, knotted cock up and down as he licked his lips, watching that big, thick bear cock ploughing Robin Hood's slutty little mouth...

"Bet that dick feels mighty nice, don't it, fox?" the Sheriff growled softly, his cock dribbling his warm, sticky fluids onto the fur of his fingers. He watched on, admiring the sight of that big, girthy ursine length disappearing down Robin's throat. "Little whore takes it like a champ, don't he? Regular li'l cocksucker..." The sound of his own voice and his secretive teasing of the filthy hero just had him throbbing harder still, his thick hips humping forward and coaxing more of his fluids from his tip. He took in a deep breath, picking up the pace with his stroking. "Bet that bitch's mouth done feel real good..." His grip on his dick tightened - but he wanted more than to just stroke off over this... He wanted in on the action; he wanted to fuck these two harder than anything they'd ever felt before... So, as John felt himself reaching climax, the Sheriff put on his biggest, cockiest smirk, and made his presence known. He confidently strutted towards the two of them, calling out and laughing just as Little John began unloading himself.

"Y'all havin' a good time, boys?" he laughed, his rock hard canine dick bouncing between his legs as they approached.

"Fuck-!" Little John's eyes went wide, and a million different thoughts raced through his mind. He couldn't stop - not now, he was far past the point of no return, and his body seemed to act on its own as he gripped Robin's head tighter and pulled him against his crotch. Robin gagged and choked, squirming helplessly in confusion as the Sheriff watched him gulping down several huge loads of bear cum while John humped into him. "Ngghh! Shit- S-Sheriff- You...!" He couldn't force himself to pull out. He was telling himself to just yank his dick out, grab Robin and get outta there, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop his fucking. His balls were tense, his body quivering and his teeth clenching as he unloaded, wholly unable to stop himself or the torrent of cum flooding Robin's mouth. The Sheriff watched on, grinning wickedly, eyes locked on Robin's cock-filled mouth, cum now dribbling out around the sides of John's shaft and down the fox's chin.

"Ngghh!!" Robin scowled, though he still couldn't help but acknowledge how incredibly John's load tasted. So potent; musky and salty, sliding down his throat as the ursine kept himself lodged balls deep inside him. With a trembling breath, John cursed to himself as he finished up and finally managed to force himself out of his companion's mouth. He turned to face the Sheriff as Robin spluttered and coughed loudly; he couldn't keep himself from choking on the sheer amount of cum that had been pumped into him. Robin was still on his knees as he and John glared at the Sheriff, frozen in place and unsure of how to handle the situation they'd just found themselves in. The fat, smirking wolf stood in front of them, fully naked, his cock stiffened and erect, standing proudly between his legs with his knot fully formed at his base.

There was an incredibly long and tense, awkward silence between the three of them, before the Sheriff spoke up.

"Don't be actin' all shy on me now, boys!" he laughed, stepping up to Little John and placing a firm hand on his far, furry ass, glaring deep into the bear's eyes with a big, toothy smile on his face. "Now, how's about you let the li'l old Sheriff in on this fun you two're havin', huh?"

"You're... kidding, right?" Little John scowled. "Why in the heck would we do that?" The Sheriff gave an expression of faux hurt.

"Aw, what, ain't my massive wolf cock good enough for ya, big guy?" He spoke so plainly; he wasn't messing around. John gave a grunt when the Sheriff took him by the wrist and forced his hand onto the pulsing rod he was equipped with.

"Nghh..." John growled, quickly pulling his hand away before the Sheriff forced it back. Robin stayed on his knees, gulping deep as he watched his lover forced to take hold of the enormous cock presented to them. John was quick to stop resisting, his fingers curling around the warm, spongy shaft.

"Big, ain't it?" the Sheriff beamed. "This bad boy's gotten plenty of poor, helpless townsfolk outta payin' their taxes, lemme tell ya." He gave a cruel laugh. "Don't ever say I ain't generous! Can't pay yer taxes? Well then, just go right ahead 'n' bend right on over, we'll take care of business real quick like!" Another scowl from Little John, though he still didn't remove his hand, nor did he swat the Sheriff's hand away from his ass. He stood there, even tightening his grip on the canine prick as the Sheriff fondled his rump. John then glanced down, and the Sheriff quickly found his manhood being ogled by both him and Robin. "Yeah, nobody can resist the ol' Sheriff," the wolf chuckled. "Go on, big guy. Ain'tcha gonna treat yourself? I'll let yer boyfriend there have a piece, too." Little John glanced at Robin, only for a moment, but it was long enough for him to notice the hungry and longing look on the fox's face. Neither of them had said so out loud, but they couldn't lie to themselves: they wanted that cock... They wanted the Sheriff's cock - the Sheriff's, of all people...

The two of them looked at each other, silently asking if the other was really going to go along with it, and the question was answered when Little John knelt down in front of the wolf. They were both so embarrassed with themselves for going along with this - for willingly submitting to the Sheriff, but... they were both just so horny, even John was still feeling it despite having blown down Robin's throat just moments before. They simply couldn't resist the Sheriff's charms and sheer size of his cock.

"Yeah, that's it," the Sheriff chuckled, placing a hand each on Robin and John's head, letting them shuffle closer as they took in deep, nervous breaths. They prepared to indulged in what the Sheriff had to offer, and the wolf soon pulled them against his groin, pressing his hips forward and grinding his soft, hefty balls and rock hard wolf cock against them. His scent hit them like a runaway carriage, making their heads spin as his musk assaulted their nostrils and made got a good, loud gasp of shock from them both. "Ha, you hero types are always such sluts deep down," the Sheriff continued his teasing and mocking. "Just can't resist a good, hard cock, can ya, huh?" Robin and Little John gasped at the myriad sensations that overwhelmed them, their faces pressed firmly into the Sheriff's crotch. Overcome by their own lust, they pushed back the humiliation they felt and started eagerly slobbering all over the wolf's nuts. They felt so embarrassed and ashamed of themselves; but, like the Sheriff said, they just couldn't resist a good, hard cock; especially one as massive as his. Big, long, fat, and with a huge knot to boot... Maybe the Sheriff was right: maybe they were just a couple of sluts, after all; eager and desperate for some fat cock...

Whatever the case, there they were, on their knees, naked and erect, sucking on the Sheriff of Nottingham's balls while the lupine glared down at them - their rival and old foe, smirking down at the two of them as they slurped away at his ballsack. They were both so shameless, ready to throw away their pride and submit to the Sheriff of all people simply because his cock looked far too incredible to pass up.

"Keep on my nuts, fox," the Sheriff growled down at them as he took his shaft in his hand and aimed it at John's mouth. "Open," came the simple order. John was conflicted. He glared up hatefully at the Sheriff, but still found himself opening up, cursing to himself silently. Why did the Sheriff of all people have to be such an irresistible stud? There was still a part of John telling him to just end this whole thing right then and flee the scene, but he pushed it back and kept his mouth open wide while the Sheriff gripped his head and thrust down his throat.

"Glrrkk!!" John gagged, pulling away slightly only for the Sheriff to pull him back onto his cock.

"Ah, ah!" he laughed. "You wanted this fat ol' wolf dick, didn't ya? Now choke on it!" He drove every save the knot down Little John's throat, all the while Robin continued licking all over his two fat orbs. He watched on as Little John was made to deepthroat the Sheriff's wolven cock, the bear choking and groaning on it the whole time, though he didn't let that stop him from sucking on it. With deep breaths through his nose, he did his best to pleasure this big, powerful, horny wolf. His tongue was doing laps around the shaft and was soon coated in pre-cum which then slid down his throat. John closed his eyes as the flavours attacked his taste buds. All that musk and pre-cum, the taste of the Sheriff's immense manhood; it was driving him crazy. Ashamed or not, he needed more, and so he started happily sucking on the cock inside him, bobbing his head up and down the aching girth and working it with his tongue while the Sheriff began pistoning in and out of him. His throat was bulging from the intrusion, and he had to grab hold of the Sheriff's thick thighs for support as his face was brutally and relentlessly bred and fucked as if he were nothing more than some cheap whore... not that he was complaining. His painfully hard cock was enough proof that he was enjoying this whole shameless, degrading act. Taking in deep breaths through his nose, Little John kept up his sucking, and he could feel that huge thing throbbing inside him, spurting fresh ropes of pre into his mouth as he kept up the attention.

"Yer a pair of real good sluts," the Sheriff smirked, his balls still being tongued and sucked by the whimpering, horny little fox as he kept on fucking Little John's mouth. "Yeah, I'm gonna have some real good fun with you two. Some real good fun..." He kept thrusting forward, cock working in and out of John's mouth, fucking the bear's throat while he growled and grunted in sheer pleasure. Little John's mouth felt so good around his dick, though the Sheriff soon found himself wondering what the other end of the bear felt like... No doubt Little John's fat ass would feel nice and tight around his dick. Well, there was only one way to find out. Popping his dick out, the Sheriff placed a foot on John's shoulder, smirked, and then pushed him onto his back. "Roll over, big guy! That's enough of the foreplay!"

"Huh?" John looked up at him, his mouth filled with the taste of cock, and his body growing needier by the second as he gazed up at the wolf. Robin was still kneeling at the bigger male's feet, looking up at the Sheriff who was towering menacingly over both of them. The Sheriff's naked body and hard cock was such an impressive sight: intimidating and downright sexy. Little John knew what he wanted, though he was hesitant about giving it to him. He was usually the top; he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a dick up the ass... And yet, he found himself unable to resist. Robin was surprised to see his lover simply rolling over for the other man, lying naked on the ground, his knees and arms now marked with grass stains as he presented the lupine with his huge, fat ass. The Sheriff licked his lips.

"Oho! Now that's a fine one!" He closed the gap and knelt down behind the bear's rump, licking his lips excitedly. "How come I never noticed how much of a huge gosh durn ass you got, huh?" He suddenly took John's cheeks in his hands and spread them wide, mouth watering at the sight of his hole.

"Nghh..." Little John grunted and blushed deeply, looking over his shoulder at the Sheriff. "H-hey, be gentle back there, huh?"

"Gentle?" the Sheriff scoffed. "Aw, c'mon, what about me makes ya think I do_gentle_, huh?"

"Tch... Good point..." John huffed, his cheeks blushing pink when he met Robin's gaze. "Rob'...?"

"What, you worried yer little boyfriend's gonna get jealous?" the Sheriff chuckled. "Don't you worry; there's plenty of my dick to go around."

Robin watched on, a hand drifting towards his cock, soon gripping it tight and stroking himself as he gazed at the scene being carried out in front of him. Slowly, the Sheriff dragged his tongue across Little John's asshole, earning a surprised moan from him.

"Oh! Oh, s-shit..." John huffed, instinctively pressing his ass back and letting the Sheriff lick him all over.

"Mm! Mrrff! Grrrfff!" the Sheriff was growling loudly, clearly enjoying the taste of fat bear ass. He shuffled closer, driving his tongue into John's asshole and thrusting in as deep as he could get.

"Ah! Nggh! Oh, t-that's-!" John squirmed, biting his lower lip as the Sheriff voraciously ate out his tight, clenching man cunt. This sure as hell wasn't the first ass the Sheriff had eaten out, and it definitely showed. He was driving John crazy with his tongue, flitting it around inside that tight, aching passage, teasing at the walls and covering the hole with his spit. "F... Fuck... Don't... stop...!" Little John whined. His hand snapped to his cock and he started fervently jerking himself off, all while Robin watched, touching himself to the sight. He'd never seen John so submissive before; he'd never heard these kinds of whimpering whines coming from him; they were all new to him, and Robin was enjoying it all. His lover being pleasured so incredibly by another man - the Sheriff, no less... It felt so filthy, so shameful, but he couldn't stop stroking himself to the sight of it.

"Ahh! Haah! Fuck...!" John kept letting out deeply pleasured moans as the Sheriff hungrily devoured his ass, tongue exploring deep into that fat, furry rump while he savoured the potent taste of ass. His cock was leaking a puddle of pre-cum onto the ground below him, and he soon pulled his tongue out and repositioned. Kneeling behind the bear, he was quick to slip his cock between those tubby cheeks, his leaking tip now prodding at the spit-covered hole.

"You were moaning real loud for my tongue," the Sheriff chuckled. "I reckon you're gonna scream real loud when you get my dick in you." John grunted in response, bracing himself as he felt his hole being slowly stretched around the Sheriff's girth. "You want it, don't ya, big guy? Lemme hear you say it. C'mon." He had the first couple inches inside John's ass, and he gave a few light, teasing humps, his head working gently in and out of him. He wasn't going any deeper until he'd heard what he wanted to, and John knew it. With Robin's gaze locked on them, Little John took in a deep breath, swallowed his pride, and started pleading for the big, horny wolf's cock.

"I want it," he moaned. "I want it - fuck me! Fuck my ass...!!"

"Ha! Yeah? You want this, huh?" The Sheriff drove forward gently, pressing a few more inches inside him and earning a trembling moan from the ursine.

"Ngh! Yes!" John whimpered, his voice filling Robin's ears. "P... Please! Breed my cunt, Sheriff! Fuck me!"

"That's what I like to hear!" the Sheriff laughed victoriously, gripping hold of John's ass and driving deep inside him.

"Arggh! Ohh, yeah! T-that's it! Use my ass, Sheriff!" His voice echoed around the forest as the Sheriff went to town on his ass. John was just as tight as the Sheriff figured: that ass was clenching down so tightly around his girth, his enormous length venturing deep into that cock-hungry hole and earning fresh moans and whimpers from the desperate bitch under him.

"You seeing this, fox?" the Sheriff chuckled. "C'mere, come get a closer look. Yer buddy's a real big slut for men like me, huh?"

"Oh, g-good lord..." Robin gulped and drew closer, a hand still on his manhood. The Sheriff took him by the waist and pulled him close, letting the vulpine watch as his massive wolf cock pummelled Little John's ass, working furiously in and out of him. Robin's ears were twitching at the sound of his lover and companion's moaning. He'd never heard the big bear make such noises before. So loud and high-pitched; so submissive. The Sheriff let him watch it all, keeping him held close as he ploughed Little John's fat, tight bear ass hard and deep. Robin's mouth ran dry, and he licked his lips as his breath hitched and his hand continued pumping up and down his shaft. The Sheriff's musk washed over him, flooding his nostrils and making him light-headed. That scent was so strong and overpowering, it even got a few weak, whimpering whines from the fox as his nose was flooded.

The fucking just kept coming, and Little John accepted it all. He could feel the Sheriff's cock slamming against his most sensitive spot, his prostate taking a beating and his body trembling and tensed up from the unrelenting attention.

"Sheriff...!" he managed to gasp between his garbled moans. "Oh, Sheriff, m... more...!" His fingernails scraped through the grass, hands balling into fists. His tightness could barely handle the sheer size the Sheriff was giving it, but he was loving every inch nonetheless. So long and fat, and ploughing his ass so ruthlessly... It was driving him towards his peak, his teeth clenching as his dangling bear nuts tensed up and prepared to unload.

"Lemme hear you moan, ya li'l slut!" the Sheriff growled, picking up the pace, slamming that ass harder still. Little John couldn't have denied him if he wanted to, and his moaning grew louder as he was used, his ass stretched wide and his insides being pummelled.

"She...riff...!!" John cried out, eyes snapped shut, his face scrunching up from the strain of taking it like this. He managed one more trembling, shaking moan before the breeding he was getting sent him over the edge and he suddenly erupted across the ground, painting the grass white with his seed, his body shaking and his passage throbbing around the Sheriff's cock as it tightened further around it.

"Oooh! Yeah, that's it, ya little whore! Nut for me, bitch! Haha!" The Sheriff laughed uproariously, smacking the side of Little John's ass and making the cheeks shake as he did. The slapping earned a good few yelps from the cock-stuffed bear under him, all the while Little John kept emptying himself. He was cumming hard enough for his balls to start aching, and the world was starting to spin by the time his climax finally petered out and came to a stop. He barely had the energy to moan at that point, he could only lie there with his ass up in the air and a dumb, satisfied look on his face. His tongue was lolling out his mouth, and he was drooling considerably.

"Looks like I done fucked his brains out - literally, like." The Sheriff gave a mocking chuckle and another slap to Little John's ass before he further picked up the pace of his breeding, his own orgasm swiftly approaching. He looked down at Robin Hood, and figured the fox could do with an even better view... And so, he had Robin lie underneath his companion, his face level with the sight of the Sheriff's cock ploughing John's fat ass. The outlaw was treated to quite the sight: a close-up view of his dear lover and close friend having his ass ploughed, the Sheriff's nuts swinging right in front of him, bouncing around as the fat, thick-framed lupine had his fun. "He's tight! Real tight! Fuckin' hell, I don't think I can... hold back for... for much longer..." He had his hands on Little John's hips, his balls swinging to and fro, his cock pulsing, his nuts ready to unload. With a deafening howl of sheer pleasure, he found himself reaching boiling point and began flooding John's ass with his seed. John managed a breathless gasp when he felt his body being filled up with thick, hot wolf cum, and the Sheriff simply continued to pound and fuck his ass as he finished up, firing load after load of his seed into that eager little hole, his knot smacking against the entrance several times, though he managed to resist the urge to tie with him... He was saving that; he still had a certain fox to breed, after all, and he was going to get everything the Sheriff had to offer. His cum was leaking out of Little John's ass, dripping down the bear's taint and onto Robin's face as the fox lay there, a soft, barely audible gasp escaping him as the warm fluids splattered onto his orange fur, staining it white.

The Sheriff then slowly slid his pulsing and leaking cock out of Little John's ass, his seed immediately spilling out of the hole and splattering further across Robin's face as the fox gasped, trembling with need while his cock throbbed. Once his face was covered in a sufficient amount of the Sheriff's cum, he was allowed to roll out from under the big bear, who then collapsed onto the ground, gasping and panting with his ass sticking up in the air in an almost comical fashion while his tongue drooped limply from his maw. Nearby, Robin was lying on his back, his vulpine prick fully erect, his eyes looking up at the Sheriff before snapping down to the cum-covered manhood still twitching between his legs.

"What, you don't think I'm done, do ya?" the Sheriff chuckled, stepping towards the much smaller male with a mischievous and even menacing look in his eyes. "Boy, you have no idea how many times a man like me can go - I've had people not be able to walk after I'm done with 'em! Haha!" He watched as Robin started to spread his legs, seemingly out of instinct, the fox's eyes locked on the Sheriff's crotch.

"Oh my..." he breathed, gulping nervously as he imagined taking that fat thing inside himself. It would be difficult, no doubt, he only had a small fox ass, after all, and ye the spread his legs regardless, ready to feel himself being stuffed.

"I can see it in yer eyes: yer desperate for it." The Sheriff made himself comfortable between Robin's legs, taking them in his hands and jerking them upwards roughly. Robin was quick to find himself with his legs high in the air, resting on the Sheriff's shoulders as the bigger man leered down at him and started prodding his cock between Robin's cheeks.

"Ah! M... Maybe I am..." Robin's usual cocky demeanour was melting away. "It's... certainly bigger than most I've... t-taken..."

"Oh, I bet," the Sheriff growled, teasing Robin's hole with his tip. "But... what's wrong, fox? You sound a mite nervous. Don't tell me the infamous Robin Hood's scared'a havin' his ass stuffed full of some dick, huh?" Robin took in a deep breath and readied himself, slowly shaking his head as he felt his hole being prodded at.

"Not at all," he managed to say, his cheeks pink, his cock hard, and his asshole begging to be filled.

"Then... how's about you beg for it?" The Sheriff had an enormous, cocky grin on his face. He knew damn well that Robin would do just about anything he told him to just to feel that cock thrusting into his ass... And Robin was quick to prove him right. With a trembling breath, the fox swallowed his pride and pressed his ass down towards the Sheriff's hardness.

"P... Please..." he pleaded. "Please fuck me." The Sheriff leaned forward, their muzzles close, and Robin put his arms around the wolf's broad shoulders. "Breed my cunt, Sheriff...!"

"Mrrrr, that's the shit I like t'hear." The Sheriff's grin widened, and he pressed forward, steadily sliding the first few inches of aching wolf cock inside the eager vulpine passage. "Once more..." he ordered.

"Ngghh! Breed me, please!" Robin cried out, his voice echoing in their ears and his cock spurting a rope of pre onto his belly. The Sheriff then drove his cock into Robin's ass and started going to town, pistoning back and forth, cock delving deep into the vulpine's neediness and making him cry out and yelp in both pain and pleasure. Robin's ass was getting one hell of a stretching, and Little John, still exhausted and lying nearby with his ass in the air, watched the whole thing. His eyes were locked on the scene of Robin taking the Sheriff's pulsing manhood deep inside him, the wolf ploughing him back and forth, pounding away at his insides and earning fresh, whimpering moans from his bitch.

"Oh g-good lord!" Robin yelped, fingers scraping through the fur of the Sheriff's shoulders, his legs now wrapped around the bigger male's waist, his eyes watering from the strain of it all and his lips curling into a wide, open-mouthed smile. He was drooling slightly, tongue lolling out his mouth and a dumb look on his face; his mind was numbed by the sheer pleasure surging through him, and all he could do was lie there and let the Sheriff have his way with him. His sweet spot was being slammed ruthlessly, hole stretched and his insides being viciously rearranged by the Sheriff's harsh and brutal fucking.

"Ah! Ah! Oh, more, Sheriff, please!" Robin cried out, sweating and writhing. The fur of his belly was a sopping mess of his own pre. His toes were curling and flexing, his legs tightening around the Sheriff's waist while the wolf's knot smacked against his hole. Robin kept pleading and begging for more, and his voice just turned the Sheriff on further.

"Scream fer me, y'little bitch!" the Sheriff snarled, picking up the pace and slamming away harder and faster, growling deeply and growing closer to his impending climax by the second. Robin did just that: crying out and yelping, his chest rising and falling in time with his panting and gasping breaths. He bit his lower lip; he barely even noticed Little John watching him being ploughed the whole time.

"Arrggh! Sheriff! Oh, dear l-lord!!" His mouth hung open and his head tilted up, his eyes wide as the intense breeding he was experience sent him hurtling over the edge. Unable to contain himself, he unloaded massive streams of hot fox cum all over his body, coating himself in the stuff while the Sheriff leered down at him with the smuggest look he could muster plastered on his face.

"That's a good li'l hero, haha!" He guffawed loudly, voice ringing in Robin's ears, his hips still slamming away at the vulpine's clenching asshole. "Oh, I know what'll really make ya scream. When's the last time you've had one of these inside ya?" With that, he rammed himself forward and buried everything he had into Robin's ass: every single inch of his cock, as well as the bulbous and pulsing canine knot. Robin responded by crying out loudly, filling the entire forest with his echoing yelping of pain and pleasure, eyes still watering as he felt himself being stuffed to the brim. The feel of Robin's tightness gripping the very base of his manhood was what sent the Sheriff to boiling point. A split second later, and Robin felt himself being flooded with lupine seed. He grunted, eyes closed, his legs and arms wrapped tightly around the big, fat, snarling man on top of him. He had his teeth clenched, and he could swear his stomach was rounding out slightly from the sheer amount of cum being pumped into him at an immense and incredible rate.

"Oooh, yer a filthy little cockwarmer, fox...!" the Sheriff grunted, humping a few more times into Robin's ass as he finished up, then hilting once more and grinding his hips against Robin's body.

"S... So full..." Robin managed to whine. "I'm so full..."

"Oh, damn right ya are," the Sheriff mocked, taking the fox by the chin and smirking into his eyes. He moved in and slowly dragged his tongue across Robin's cheek, moving it along his whore's lips and making him shiver at the added attention. The wolf teased him like that for a bit while he enjoyed the warm tightness gripping his dripping manhood, before he slowly started to pull back. Robin gasped when he felt the knot tugging at him.

"Wait-!" It had barely deflated at all by the time the Sheriff found fit to yank it from Robin's freshly-fucked ass. "Arrghh!" Robin choked and grimaced at the feel of that fat thing being ripped from his sore asshole.

He was then lying there, panting, covered and filled, his ass leaking the Sheriff's cum. Naked and used on the ground, Robin gave out a whining groan as the Sheriff leered down at them.

"Now that right there - that's a fine li'l cunt, I'll tell ya what." He laughed triumphantly, his fat belly and steadily softening cock bouncing around as he did, with excess cum flying off the tip of his length. He looked over the fox and bear: both of them used and exhausted, covered in and filled with cum. Little John was still looking like some kind of comical pantomime character with his ass sticking up in the air and that dumb, exhausted look on his face, and Robin simply looked like an utter, destroyed mess. It did the Sheriff's heart good, and it made his dick throb to see them like this. The Sheriff spoke as he began gathering up his clothes. "Now, you two filthy li'l cocksuckers... I know if I ever need my dick suckin', I can just come right here to yet li'l forest, ain't that right? Just whip my dick out, and the two of you'll come runnin' and beggin' to suck on it." He still had that smug look on his face as he clumsily pulled his clothes back on. Both Robin and John was embarrassed to admit that he was right. They'd been infatuated with his cock, his body, his demeanour... All he'd have to do in future was whip out his dick and they'd both be all over it like a couple of cum-starved whores. It was so shameless of them to submit like this, but they simply couldn't help themselves. There Sheriff had them wrapped around his finger... not that either were particularly complaining...

THE END