The Third Day of Christmas
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I woke in a pile of my mate's cum, he was rolled beside me as always, the two dogs sprawled across the bed threatening to kick me off. My brown hair was held down by the deadweight on the other pillow, I tried to tug, tried to get free. "Shit.." I mumbled and tickled his side eliciting a groan from my love's throat before he rolled over.
My feet fell upon the cold floor, the air conditioner was on far too high. "Fucker.." he always seem to change it in the middle of the night. I waddled down the stairs to the thermostat turning it up (or down if you think about it) to 80... God damn it's so fucking hot in florida.
I hear a growl behind me, to turn around and see the golden eyes of a large cat, initially my pulse jumped and I stayed pinned to the wall, a typical prey response to the hunter before me.
Soft pads were silent on the linoleum floor (though, the cheap bastard of a landlord swore it was hardwood and charged us for it) the crowned beast made his way to me before sliding his rough tongue over my bare thigh, scraping off some of the dried cum.
"Hello, babe.." I purred, scratching the back of his ears. (Yes, he's a werelion.. sometimes I forget that and it scares the living piss out of me)
A rumble echoed in response as I saw both dogs bound down the stairs, responding to the fear that masked my scent. Jake's head canted as he came closer, not afraid of the large, predatory king in the middle of our house but more confused as to why I screamed, followed by Emmet who's tail wagged stupidly, his bulky self seeming to bump into everything lacking the grace of his ancestors.
"You smell sweet, m'dear.. could it be that you're ripe for the picking?" the lion mused, shaking his mane before that feral shape began to stand upright, bones and muscles breaking and reforming until he was more of an anthromorphic mix, a beautiful conglomeration between civility and instinct. His tail swished, curling between his thigh, the thick, curly tassle seeming to tease over my sweet cunt, "My mate's gonna get flooded this year."
I was a bit of a genetic oddity, born to breed with anything that my master would have of me but the days of slavery were over and though, I still had to keep into hiding, as well as my "God damn king of the jungle" mate and our pride, so not only could the lions smell my heat, my dogs and every shifter in the town could.
With one paw he swiped me up, holding me with both my wrists above my head just danging in the air, at five-six my mate had to be at least eight feet tall to dangle me like this, "Now be a good bitch, pet." he teased as he tossed me upon the beanbag chair I had horded. The dogs ran after me, their talls wagging, cocks instinctively out.
My mate laid upon the floor and set me upon his lap facing him, his cock at full attention, he picked me up once more by my hips, digging his claws in before setting me down upon him. "Fucker.." I purred, rolling my hips around on his huge shaft, the slight barbs not enough to damage but i felt them as I slid down, inch by slow painful inch onto his thick mass, leaning over him, showing Emmet my tight tailhole which he eagerly licked as I motioned Jake in front of me, stroking his sheath like the dogslut I was.
"Ooh, gonna please both of us, huh?" the lion purred under me, his cock vibrating as it was almost to full hilt inside me, pushing against my cervix threatening to break through, his claws dug in, slowly bouncing me up and down his cock, Emmet quickly mounting my ass, hitting mark and thrusting his engorged cock into my ass, stretching it out with his thick girth, my lips moving forward to wrap around Jake's cock, my tongue pressed to the underside of the knot, sucking him off like a pro as all three were pleasured. My mate kept thrusting, slowly, afraid to make me cum too soon, Emmet already nearing his climax with his knot swollen and slapping against my ass cheeks, and Jake cumming with every second, spewing metal-smelling dogseed into my throat, out of my lips, and onto my mate's fur. I sucked and swallowed all that I could, my inner muscles trying to eagerly drain all three of the cocks inside me, milking them like a farm-girl milks a cow, hungrily, greedily, holding onto their milk inside me as they came, Emmett cumming like his brother with every thrust, my mate holding back his seed, thundering and storming against my cervix before breaking through the thin membrane, lodging his tip inside it, Jake's seed gushing into my tummy, filling me with his stickyness.
As soon as my mate got as deep as he possibly could he came, flooding my womb with the excess squirting from my body with my orgasm, I let go of Jake's cock, screaming out pain as Emmet pulled his knot free my nails digging into my lover's mane as he slid out and replaced his cock with our dog's knot, pushing the dog's knot into my soaked and battered pussy, locking his seed, and his seed alone inside. Jake shriveled back into his sheath before laying down and going to sleep like the lazy ass he is. I was stuck there, stuck, and tired, and filled with cum... It was about 4.a.m... Ten more days until Christmas... I decided to fall asleep in the middle of the floor, battered and abused, stained and sweaty like a caste aside child's doll.
"On the Third Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me, three loads of sperm, two doggy knots, and a cumbath in an SUV"
I fell asleep in a pile of my mate's cum, he was rolled beside me as always, the two dogs sprawled across the bed threatening to kick me off. My brown hair was held down by the deadweight on the other pillow, I tried to tug, tried to get free. "Shit.." I mumbled and tickled his side eliciting a groan from my love's throat before he rolled over.
My feet fell upon the cold floor, the air conditioner was on far too high. "Fucker.." he always seem to change it in the middle of the night. I waddled down the stairs to the thermostat turning it up (or down if you think about it) to 80... God damn it's so fucking hot in florida.
I hear a growl behind me, to turn around and see the golden eyes of a large cat, initially my pulse jumped and I stayed pinned to the wall, a typical prey response to the hunter before me.
Soft pads were silent on the linoleum floor (though, the cheap bastard of a landlord swore it was hardwood and charged us for it) the crowned beast made his way to me before sliding his rough tongue over my bare thigh, scraping off some of the dried cum.
"Hello, babe.." I purred, scratching the back of his ears. (Yes, he's a werelion.. sometimes I forget that and it scares the living piss out of me)
A rumble echoed in response as I saw both dogs bound down the stairs, responding to the fear that masked my scent. Jake's head canted as he came closer, not afraid of the large, predatory king in the middle of our house but more confused as to why I screamed, followed by Emmet who's tail wagged stupidly, his bulky self seeming to bump into everything lacking the grace of his ancestors.
"You smell sweet, m'dear.. could it be that you're ripe for the picking?" the lion mused, shaking his mane before that feral shape began to stand upright, bones and muscles breaking and reforming until he was more of an anthromorphic mix, a beautiful conglomeration between civility and instinct. His tail swished, curling between his thigh, the thick, curly tassle seeming to tease over my sweet cunt, "My mate's gonna get flooded this year."
I was a bit of a genetic oddity, born to breed with anything that my master would have of me but the days of slavery were over and though, I still had to keep into hiding, as well as my "God damn king of the jungle" mate and our pride, so not only could the lions smell my heat, my dogs and every shifter in the town could.
With one paw he swiped me up, holding me with both my wrists above my head just danging in the air, at five-six my mate had to be at least eight feet tall to dangle me like this, "Now be a good bitch, pet." he teased as he tossed me upon the beanbag chair I had horded. The dogs ran after me, their talls wagging, cocks instinctively out.
My mate laid upon the floor and set me upon his lap facing him, his cock at full attention, he picked me up once more by my hips, digging his claws in before setting me down upon him. "Fucker.." I purred, rolling my hips around on his huge shaft, the slight barbs not enough to damage but i felt them as I slid down, inch by slow painful inch onto his thick mass, leaning over him, showing Emmet my tight tailhole which he eagerly licked as I motioned Jake in front of me, stroking his sheath like the dogslut I was.
"Ooh, gonna please both of us, huh?" the lion purred under me, his cock vibrating as it was almost to full hilt inside me, pushing against my cervix threatening to break through, his claws dug in, slowly bouncing me up and down his cock, Emmet quickly mounting my ass, hitting mark and thrusting his engorged cock into my ass, stretching it out with his thick girth, my lips moving forward to wrap around Jake's cock, my tongue pressed to the underside of the knot, sucking him off like a pro as all three were pleasured. My mate kept thrusting, slowly, afraid to make me cum too soon, Emmet already nearing his climax with his knot swollen and slapping against my ass cheeks, and Jake cumming with every second, spewing metal-smelling dogseed into my throat, out of my lips, and onto my mate's fur. I sucked and swallowed all that I could, my inner muscles trying to eagerly drain all three of the cocks inside me, milking them like a farm-girl milks a cow, hungrily, greedily, holding onto their milk inside me as they came, Emmett cumming like his brother with every thrust, my mate holding back his seed, thundering and storming against my cervix before breaking through the thin membrane, lodging his tip inside it, Jake's seed gushing into my tummy, filling me with his stickyness.
As soon as my mate got as deep as he possibly could he came, flooding my womb with the excess squirting from my body with my orgasm, I let go of Jake's cock, screaming out pain as Emmet pulled his knot free my nails digging into my lover's mane as he slid out and replaced his cock with our dog's knot, pushing the dog's knot into my soaked and battered pussy, locking his seed, and his seed alone inside. Jake shriveled back into his sheath before laying down and going to sleep like the lazy ass he is. I was stuck there, stuck, and tired, and filled with cum... It was about 4.a.m... Ten more days until Christmas... I decided to fall asleep in the middle of the floor, battered and abused, stained and sweaty like a caste aside child's doll.
"On the Third Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me, three loads of sperm, two doggy knots, and a cumbath in an SUV"
I fell asleep in a pile of my mate's cum, he was rolled beside me as always, the two dogs sprawled across the bed threatening to kick me off. My brown hair was held down by the deadweight on the other pillow, I tried to tug, tried to get free. "Shit.." I mumbled and tickled his side eliciting a groan from my love's throat before he rolled over.
My feet fell upon the cold floor, the air conditioner was on far too high. "Fucker.." he always seem to change it in the middle of the night. I waddled down the stairs to the thermostat turning it up (or down if you think about it) to 80... God damn it's so fucking hot in florida.
I hear a growl behind me, to turn around and see the golden eyes of a large cat, initially my pulse jumped and I stayed pinned to the wall, a typical prey response to the hunter before me.
Soft pads were silent on the linoleum floor (though, the cheap bastard of a landlord swore it was hardwood and charged us for it) the crowned beast made his way to me before sliding his rough tongue over my bare thigh, scraping off some of the dried cum.
"Hello, babe.." I purred, scratching the back of his ears. (Yes, he's a werelion.. sometimes I forget that and it scares the living piss out of me)
A rumble echoed in response as I saw both dogs bound down the stairs, responding to the fear that masked my scent. Jake's head canted as he came closer, not afraid of the large, predatory king in the middle of our house but more confused as to why I screamed, followed by Emmet who's tail wagged stupidly, his bulky self seeming to bump into everything lacking the grace of his ancestors.
"You smell sweet, m'dear.. could it be that you're ripe for the picking?" the lion mused, shaking his mane before that feral shape began to stand upright, bones and muscles breaking and reforming until he was more of an anthromorphic mix, a beautiful conglomeration between civility and instinct. His tail swished, curling between his thigh, the thick, curly tassle seeming to tease over my sweet cunt, "My mate's gonna get flooded this year."
I was a bit of a genetic oddity, born to breed with anything that my master would have of me but the days of slavery were over and though, I still had to keep into hiding, as well as my "God damn king of the jungle" mate and our pride, so not only could the lions smell my heat, my dogs and every shifter in the town could.
With one paw he swiped me up, holding me with both my wrists above my head just danging in the air, at five-six my mate had to be at least eight feet tall to dangle me like this, "Now be a good bitch, pet." he teased as he tossed me upon the beanbag chair I had horded. The dogs ran after me, their talls wagging, cocks instinctively out.
My mate laid upon the floor and set me upon his lap facing him, his cock at full attention, he picked me up once more by my hips, digging his claws in before setting me down upon him. "Fucker.." I purred, rolling my hips around on his huge shaft, the slight barbs not enough to damage but i felt them as I slid down, inch by slow painful inch onto his thick mass, leaning over him, showing Emmet my tight tailhole which he eagerly licked as I motioned Jake in front of me, stroking his sheath like the dogslut I was.
"Ooh, gonna please both of us, huh?" the lion purred under me, his cock vibrating as it was almost to full hilt inside me, pushing against my cervix threatening to break through, his claws dug in, slowly bouncing me up and down his cock, Emmet quickly mounting my ass, hitting mark and thrusting his engorged cock into my ass, stretching it out with his thick girth, my lips moving forward to wrap around Jake's cock, my tongue pressed to the underside of the knot, sucking him off like a pro as all three were pleasured. My mate kept thrusting, slowly, afraid to make me cum too soon, Emmet already nearing his climax with his knot swollen and slapping against my ass cheeks, and Jake cumming with every second, spewing metal-smelling dogseed into my throat, out of my lips, and onto my mate's fur. I sucked and swallowed all that I could, my inner muscles trying to eagerly drain all three of the cocks inside me, milking them like a farm-girl milks a cow, hungrily, greedily, holding onto their milk inside me as they came, Emmett cumming like his brother with every thrust, my mate holding back his seed, thundering and storming against my cervix before breaking through the thin membrane, lodging his tip inside it, Jake's seed gushing into my tummy, filling me with his stickyness.
As soon as my mate got as deep as he possibly could he came, flooding my womb with the excess squirting from my body with my orgasm, I let go of Jake's cock, screaming out pain as Emmet pulled his knot free my nails digging into my lover's mane as he slid out and replaced his cock with our dog's knot, pushing the dog's knot into my soaked and battered pussy, locking his seed, and his seed alone inside. Jake shriveled back into his sheath before laying down and going to sleep like the lazy ass he is. I was stuck there, stuck, and tired, and filled with cum... It was about 4.a.m... Ten more days until Christmas... I decided to fall asleep in the middle of the floor, battered and abused, stained and sweaty like a caste aside child's doll.
"On the Third Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me, three loads of sperm, two doggy knots, and a cumbath in an SUV"
I fell asleep in a pile of my mate's cum, he was rolled beside me as always, the two dogs sprawled across the bed threatening to kick me off. My brown hair was held down by the deadweight on the other pillow, I tried to tug, tried to get free. "Shit.." I mumbled and tickled his side eliciting a groan from my love's throat before he rolled over.
My feet fell upon the cold floor, the air conditioner was on far too high. "Fucker.." he always seem to change it in the middle of the night. I waddled down the stairs to the thermostat turning it up (or down if you think about it) to 80... God damn it's so fucking hot in florida.
I hear a growl behind me, to turn around and see the golden eyes of a large cat, initially my pulse jumped and I stayed pinned to the wall, a typical prey response to the hunter before me.
Soft pads were silent on the linoleum floor (though, the cheap bastard of a landlord swore it was hardwood and charged us for it) the crowned beast made his way to me before sliding his rough tongue over my bare thigh, scraping off some of the dried cum.
"Hello, babe.." I purred, scratching the back of his ears. (Yes, he's a werelion.. sometimes I forget that and it scares the living piss out of me)
A rumble echoed in response as I saw both dogs bound down the stairs, responding to the fear that masked my scent. Jake's head canted as he came closer, not afraid of the large, predatory king in the middle of our house but more confused as to why I screamed, followed by Emmet who's tail wagged stupidly, his bulky self seeming to bump into everything lacking the grace of his ancestors.
"You smell sweet, m'dear.. could it be that you're ripe for the picking?" the lion mused, shaking his mane before that feral shape began to stand upright, bones and muscles breaking and reforming until he was more of an anthromorphic mix, a beautiful conglomeration between civility and instinct. His tail swished, curling between his thigh, the thick, curly tassle seeming to tease over my sweet cunt, "My mate's gonna get flooded this year."
I was a bit of a genetic oddity, born to breed with anything that my master would have of me but the days of slavery were over and though, I still had to keep into hiding, as well as my "God damn king of the jungle" mate and our pride, so not only could the lions smell my heat, my dogs and every shifter in the town could.
With one paw he swiped me up, holding me with both my wrists above my head just danging in the air, at five-six my mate had to be at least eight feet tall to dangle me like this, "Now be a good bitch, pet." he teased as he tossed me upon the beanbag chair I had horded. The dogs ran after me, their talls wagging, cocks instinctively out.
My mate laid upon the floor and set me upon his lap facing him, his cock at full attention, he picked me up once more by my hips, digging his claws in before setting me down upon him. "Fucker.." I purred, rolling my hips around on his huge shaft, the slight barbs not enough to damage but i felt them as I slid down, inch by slow painful inch onto his thick mass, leaning over him, showing Emmet my tight tailhole which he eagerly licked as I motioned Jake in front of me, stroking his sheath like the dogslut I was.
"Ooh, gonna please both of us, huh?" the lion purred under me, his cock vibrating as it was almost to full hilt inside me, pushing against my cervix threatening to break through, his claws dug in, slowly bouncing me up and down his cock, Emmet quickly mounting my ass, hitting mark and thrusting his engorged cock into my ass, stretching it out with his thick girth, my lips moving forward to wrap around Jake's cock, my tongue pressed to the underside of the knot, sucking him off like a pro as all three were pleasured. My mate kept thrusting, slowly, afraid to make me cum too soon, Emmet already nearing his climax with his knot swollen and slapping against my ass cheeks, and Jake cumming with every second, spewing metal-smelling dogseed into my throat, out of my lips, and onto my mate's fur. I sucked and swallowed all that I could, my inner muscles trying to eagerly drain all three of the cocks inside me, milking them like a farm-girl milks a cow, hungrily, greedily, holding onto their milk inside me as they came, Emmett cumming like his brother with every thrust, my mate holding back his seed, thundering and storming against my cervix before breaking through the thin membrane, lodging his tip inside it, Jake's seed gushing into my tummy, filling me with his stickyness.
As soon as my mate got as deep as he possibly could he came, flooding my womb with the excess squirting from my body with my orgasm, I let go of Jake's cock, screaming out pain as Emmet pulled his knot free my nails digging into my lover's mane as he slid out and replaced his cock with our dog's knot, pushing the dog's knot into my soaked and battered pussy, locking his seed, and his seed alone inside. Jake shriveled back into his sheath before laying down and going to sleep like the lazy ass he is. I was stuck there, stuck, and tired, and filled with cum... It was about 4.a.m... Ten more days until Christmas... I decided to fall asleep in the middle of the floor, battered and abused, stained and sweaty like a caste aside child's doll.
"On the Third Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me, three loads of sperm, two doggy knots, and a cumbath in an SUV"