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Jura sighed again, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, feathers ruffling as he looked down and felt what waited here for him, the thick, humid heat sucking up against the underside of his arousal, tender slick flesh kissing against the rim of his head, the somewhat tacky, puckered wrinkles of bare skin nudging against him. He swallowed yet again, rolled his head back on his shoulders, pressed himself forward again, then let his hard shaft naturally pull free and smack back down against his belly.

It felt like he had never been this worked up before. Just a routine night before bed, lying back with his phone in one hand and his cock in the other, scrolling through all the great uploads for the day, when Circe had nudged her head through his partially-open bedroom door. At first the movement had shocked him, but then when he saw it was just the feral dog coming to see what he was up to he relaxed again, and instead waved the Doberman-Dane mix forward. She had padded across the carpet, ears upright and gaze bright, then tilted her head: her size meant that she wouldn't have to stretch at all to peer above the bed, and when those orange eyes fixed upon the lovebird's hard shaft, and her nose twitched in picking up his familiar musk... it took little further persuasion, with the mattress then creaking under her weight as she hopped up, the sheets shifting and pitting where she stepped, his quiet panting joined by the jingle of her collar.

By now he had coaxed her into turning around, and once again gently smacked his arousal against her full, plump canine sex, the glistening black leather flesh tinting to a warm, wet pink at the center, full and hot, waiting_for him. On winter mornings he had seen it steam upon letting her out into the backyard, and sometimes he thought that she _wanted him to see: even now she looked back at him and kept her tail hiked, wagging side to side so that it thumped quietly on the sheets, while he teased himself back and forth against her. If he tugged his hips back and pressed himself up against her with just his thumb, then lurching forward and back would keep the rim of his foreskin pinned there while he thrust in and out of it, further slickened by the dog's oozing wetness. Her scent had leaked out and come to join his own, sizzling at his nose every time he breathed in, driving him further forward until he nudged at her tailhole as well, and felt it twitch and clench against his tip in return.

Jura's phone sat forgotten beside him on the bed, his current focus much more enticing, much more inviting. All it took was a little adjustment of his posture, a shift of the thumb down along his shaft, and then...

Then sweet, delicious wet warmth squished around him and sank down, wrapping fully around his length, drawing him in deeper. A powerful shudder bounced through his body, and the next thing he knew the bird had pulled himself up and doubled over the feral dog lounging back on the bed, her tail wagging a little faster as he pressed deeper, rings of flesh and muscle slurping in around him, squishing back along his length.

Without competition, it was the best thing he had ever felt. His tailfeathers flicked, and he felt his entire body shiver with delight: both hands along the dog's haunches, lines of her hips easily noticeable beneath the smooth velvet of her fur, he pressed forward and pushed himself deeper, until that slick wetness squished in against his hips and oozed through the soft, downy feathers there.

Once again Jura swallowed and shuddered, now looking down at the feral before him. She looked right back up at him, a daring invitation in her eyes: just holding still like this he could feel the rhythmic pulse of her heart through her body, and the reflexive, hungry twitch of deeper muscles. Arousal and interest pounded through him, then, as he moved his hands along her haunches, shifted how she lay around him, gently prodded a thumb against her tailhole, slid the other down to run along the protruding rim of her plump spade wrapped snug around him, squishing inwards with each forward thrust and then tugging sweetly out as he did, warm and wet, slick and wonderful.

Gently he patted Circe's side, managing to coax the dog into standing partially upright so that he could properly crouch over her - her spade sucked up along his cock with the movement, wet flesh pulling along his length and making him shiver - and then thrust right back in, those full, soft lips slurping easily around him. Already he was panting, sweet delight simmering deep within him, guiding him forward until his hips smacked against the feral's rump, her tail wagging against his chest and belly, her clenches squeezing around him in attempts to keep him buried...

...and outside the bedroom Elyna pushed the door open another half-inch, careful to keep herself within the shadow of the hallway as she watched through the open sliver. She had already been eyeing her son as he had enjoyed himself - quite some enlightening things he had been looking at on his phone - but when Circe had wandered up to see what she was doing, and then he had called the dog in, her interest had only grown. And now seeing Jura there bent over the large dog, hips tightening as he thrust deep inside of her, tailfeathers flared up so that each push showed his luscious, pert rump, arousal and urgency thrumming through him. He slid his hands forward along Circe's body, hooked his fingers in her collar, reached down to run his fingers along the soft bumps of her nipples underneath, then tilted his head back, pulled in a breath, and pounded away at her faster, harder.

Meanwhile his mother outside the room smirked, nodded, and tilted her head. She took a few steps away from the door, turned her back, then whistled and- "Circe? Circe! Here, girl!"

A pause; then a commotion, something that she assumed was a gasp from her son, and the characteristic scuffle of a rather large feral dog scrambling off a bed and pushing her way through a door opened slightly too little for her size, causing it to swing further open as she went. Circe's tail wagged, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and judging by where Jura looked, his fully naked body and fully hard arousal visible through the space, her spade jiggled as she walked. Elyna bent down to greet the dog, and made sure to look up just as Jura leapt to close the door.

Very interesting. The older lovebird watched the shadows under the door for a moment longer, then stood up and began down the hall towards her own bedroom.