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"So it looks like, after it was all said and done, that we're being transferred to one of the outposts on the other side of the damn desert. Not gonna be fun." I said, mostly to myself. My mount, Firon Draak, didn't really care. He was a massive, blue-scaled dragon that was used to the extreme heat.

"Why are you still complaining about that? Just shut up and get used to it." He said, presumably with a roll of his eyes.

I was riding him across the scruffland, and I'd been repeating my mantra for hours. I'm sure it was getting annoying to him, doubly so since he was the one doing all the walking, I was just riding him. Regardless, I was a feathered black and white gryphon, he was a dragon. Dammit, he was used to this dry heat.

"Oh look, an oasis. Let's go get something to drink so you'll shut up." He groaned.

Much to my delight, he wasn't lying. I squinted my eyes to pierce through the rippling thermals to see that, yes, there was an oasis ahead. It was a big one too, lined by little ferns and bushes, and twin brushes on either side with about dozen or so trees scattered out amongst the vegetation. Unfortunately, I could just barely see it in the distance so we had a while to go before we got there.

"Wait a sec, why is that a bog deal? Didn't you pack water for the trip? You knew we'd be going far south, take us a full day to get there, trudging our way across the desert." Firon looked around and used his lips to open the saddle bag that lay across his haunches.

I stopped him and pulled out the jug that held my water. "Yes, I have water, and a decent amount of it, too. Thing is, I was saving it because I thought it'd have to last all day. If we're going by a lake in the middle of an oasis, then I can chug it. Birds are very delicate, you know, we can't risk getting dehydrated." I held my beak high, a snobbish look.

"Really? Just, fine, let's go." He grumbled.

We didn't talk to each other for more than an hour as we hobbled across the open field. There was next to no vegetation, save an occasional bush and the yellow grasses that made up the majority of the scruffland. I saw a few trees in the distance, but nothing more. It was barren; there is a good reason only the nomadic felines regularly travelled through here. They were the only ones that had the durability to really handle the dry heat.

Once we finally got to the oasis, I opened my canteen as I walked to the water's edge, threw my head back, and gulped each and every ounce of it, leaving only a few errant drops to fall on my outstretched tongue. I kicked through the tall ferns and brought my canteen down to the water, letting it fill up as I bent down to lap at the water's surface. Much to my delight and surprise, the water was cool and clear, so clear that I could see right down to the bottom of the lake. No fish, though, oddly enough.

A tall looming figure hovered over me from behind. It was Firon, leaning over to lap at the water beside me.

"I thought you said you were fine and that I should quit bitching." I accused the blue and cream-colored dragon.

"I said nothing of the sort. I'm thirsty too, I just happen to not complain about the heat as much as you." He said in between gulps. He put his snout beneath the water and gulped instead of lapping at it like most dragons.

I mostly ignored him after that, focusing on lapping at the water as fast as my tongue would scoop it up and deposit in my throat. My canteen was full, so I grabbed it and threw my head back again, gulping back every bit of it, only to push it back under the water. The funniest thing was that I wasn't really that thirsty. I did feel a little dehydrated and I knew that I'd get thirsty later, but for the most part I was just putting up a ruse to make him think I was more parched than I was. I don't know why, it was kind of fun to tease and be teased though.

On my third full canteen of water, I finished up by filling it one last time. I looked over to Firon, who was still sucking back litres of water at a time. I walked over to him and set my canteen in his saddle bag and turned away, looking at the horizon where we were supposed to go. I wasn't sure what to do. It was getting late in the day and the sun was going to be setting in a few hours, but I couldn't decide if it was best to camp up for the night and show up the next morning, or just power on and end up at the outpost that night.

There were many options for the two of us, but the one I liked most was to nap for a few hours and get some rest, only to travel overnight. No sun, a bit less heat, and a bit more endurance.

"So what do you think, Fir?" I asked, patting him on the haunches. "Do we stay here and rest under a tree this afternoon and travel tonight, or would it be best to just power on?"

He took one last gulp and raised his head, drops of water falling off his jaw. "That's up to you. I'm not the one whining about the heat."

I nodded and reached over his body, taking off the saddle bags to set them on the ground. "Then I think that it makes the most sense to take a rest here for a while, and travel overnight."

Firon gave me a long, hard, blank stare. "Really? It's like a five hour walk from here. We could be at the fort and resting in actual beds before the sun sets if we go quickly."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm tired, I want to nap."

"If you say so." He grumbled. "Maybe I'll just fly there and you can walk on your own."

"Oh stop it Fir. You can handle a few hours of rest. No point in suffering through the hot dry heat during the afternoon if we can enjoy a rest and still get there once night falls with minimal effort. Just relax and enjoy some of the shade, I'm gonna go nap." I picked the saddle bag back up and threw it against a nearby tree, laying down on it. There were some fabrics in the saddlebag, so I used them as a pillow.

"Hmph, lazy bird." Firon scowled. "If you had wings like a normal gryphon we'd have been there within minutes, but no, you needed to ride me, and you're too heavy to carry with your luggage."

I ignored him and curled on on my side under the tree, relaxing and letting myself drift into my dreams.

A while later - I have no idea how much longer - I was woken up by the warm breath of some massive beast exhaling on me, moistening and ruffling my neck feathers. I cleared my eyes to see it was Firon, standing on all four legs over top of me.

"The fuck, Firon?" I grumbled, still half asleep.

He continued to stare at me, exhaling slowly so I could feel his breath. "The sun has almost set, and we're late." His voice was low, with a very matter-of-fact tone. He wasn't angry, as far as I could tell. No, he seemed disappointed, like he was blaming his woes on me.

Thing is, we weren't late unless I slept more than 24 hours. "The fuck are you talking about, man? We aren't due there till tomorrow night. Pretty sure I didn't sleep overnight."

He laid a talon on my chest and leaned down to stare me in the eyes. "I didn't say we were late for our meeting, I said we were late in general. I had plans once I got to that outpost. I was to meet up with a friend, and you have officially cancelled those plans. And now, you owe me."

I scuffled to sit straight up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Seriously, Firon, what the fuck are you talking about? We can leave in an hour or so and we'll still be there tonight. I don't know why you're being such a bitch about losing an afternoon to a nap. If I had of known you were gonna complain I would have just went." I stumbled to my feet and stared down at him. His shoulders were just below mine, not much bigger than a horse. "Now back the fuck off and we can go." I tried to walk around him but he flared out his wing, stopping me.

"No, it's too late for that. You owe me." He growled.

"Owe you what?" I inquired, but just then I got my answer. A sudden scent smacked me in the beak, its aroma trailing down my nares and coating my scent receptors. It was a powerful, thick, sweet musk. Curious, I leaned my head to the side to get a good look between my mount's legs. Sure enough, I could see his massive, thick shaft dangling between his legs, the reflection of the setting sun glistening off the fluids that he secreted. I rolled my eyes. "Are you fuckin' serious?" I sighed.

He growled again, nudging me with the side of his head.

"I guess so. What do you want from me? I suppose I can jerk you off if that's really what you need." I leaned over to get another look. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious. That was one big cock, and I was one stretchy gryph, and he was one horny dragon. "Or, perhaps something more?" I offered.

He growled again and knocked me over with his front talon, hovering over me so that his cock was swinging between my legs, its scent overpowering. He didn't speak to me, he just shoved his crotch in my face, giving me a good hard look at his cock.

It really was a massive, wonderful looking cock. Firon and I had enjoyed our mutual pleasures in the past, so it wasn't anything I wasn't used to. The ridges, when he was thrusting in and out, were easily the most fun, assuming I could take them all. Much to my chagrin, I never could get that knot in me. "So I guess you want me to let you fuck me, eh?" I offered.

He huffed and bucked his hips forward, smacking his cock on my belly, a few droplets of lubrication bouncing off and landing on my beak, intensifying the musky scent that smothered my senses.

With his aroma influencing me, I felt my shaft slowly emerge from its slit, barbed tip followed by gently ridged shaft and uninflated knot. I spread my legs wide and arched my back to expose my black-fleshed pucker to him. I reached down and grabbed the tip of his cock - a member so thick I couldn't get both hands together around its head - and aimed it right at the underside of my tail. I wiped his fluids all over my flesh before instructing him, "Go ahead, Fir. But be gentle, please."

He did as he was told, crouching his hips down and scuffling backwards so that his cock was basically flat against my tail with the tip pressing against my hole. I braced myself against his front legs as he gave one long, slow thrust, forcing his flesh into mine.

I felt my backside open up for him, but it wasn't quite enough. His force pushed me along the dusty ground and almost into the tree before I relaxed enough to let him in with one lurching pop. The sensation of his massive cock slipping into me coaxed a long, wailing moan from my beak as I threw my head back. I was seeing stars, and the night hadn't even fallen yet! It was a little painful, and the pressure made my whole body feel hypersensitive for a moment.

His roar of pleasure matched my own as he pulled his hips backwards, tugging on my backside. The bulb of his head tugged on the inside of my hole just enough that I slid back along the grass, but this time I was clamping my muscles down because I wanted him to stay inside me, flesh throbbing and cock tip dripping precum into me.

I loved that sensation: cock inside and pumping my belly with fluids, especially viscous, lubricating fluids. It was a little uncomfortable to have litres of seed or lube in me, but it made every bit of my insides feel slippery, and as it leaked out my other end it allowed virtually anything through my back door. Firon was one of the best for being pumped full of fluid, so I kept him inside me.

He gave another long, hard thrust into me, ridges pounding through one at a time until I felt his bulbous knot press against my cheeks.

"Hey! That's a bit much, Fir!" I cautioned. I could feel his smooth tip pressing against the inside of my belly, and it was a little uncomfortable. Any deeper and it was flat out painful. I clenched my pelvic muscles shut and released, doing so multiple times in a row to massage his every inch inside. I could feel his ridges pulsing, pounding, and intensifying twice a second with his pulse, pressing flesh out against mine.

"Rrrrrh!" The drake growled, leaning down to nibble at my neck. He wiggled his hips back and forth with his cock buried in me before slowly pulling out, each and every one of his ridges popping out with a torrent of fluids.

I looked down over my chest as best I could with him clamped down on my neck, and I could see his slickened cock slip from my depths, splashes of fluids exploding from the pressure to moisten the ground around the base of my tail. I rolled my eyes back in my head and focused on the sensations, relaxing my muscles to encourage him to enjoy another thrust.

Like most equines, I expected him to cum after only a few thrusts, but that's not how it happened at all. In he pushed, cock slipping between my anal ring to my depth limit before scuffling me across the ground, only for me to clench down as he pulled out, dragging me back in the other direction before I let go again and he slipped out. No matter how slick his cock was, the more he thrust, the warmer my rump felt thanks to the friction. The soft slapping and squishing of cock in rump died down into a slick swishing as his fluids thinned and my rump grew tender and tired.

"C-can you finish, Fir?" I encouraged, gritting my beak down. My hole was starting to hurt, but I kept clenching and releasing in time with his thrusts. I wanted him to finish so he didn't stay grumpy with me for the rest of the trip. That, and I really, really wanted to feel his cum flood my rump. That warm dragon seed erupting in me, bloating me, rrrrh!

My talon found its way to my cock, squeezing at my knot, fingers from my other hand stroking at my ridged shaft and tickling at the underside of my barbed head. I couldn't help but thrust up into my own digits, which in turn pushed down on his member at the same time.

I took in a long, deep breath to sample his scent, and found that my own semi-bitter musk was growing more intense to match his own. I glimpsed down at my own member, a relatively small piece of equipment compared to the cock that was pounding into my from behind, and I saw a trail of thin, gooey precum dribbling out the tip.

"Mmrph!" I moaned, gritting my beak as I felt another series of thrusts push into me, grinding my back against the ground. My knot was throbbing in my hand and was almost at full girth when I got a better idea. "Stop, stop!" I commanded Firon, peeling my hands away from my own glistening, ebony cock to slap him on the chest. I brought my feet up to press on his lower belly, keeping him from thrusting too deep. He still tried to thrust, but I kept him from going too deep. "I have an idea, Stop it!" I pushed off his belly, forcing his cock to pop out of me, leaving a steady stream of fluids to trickle out my puffy, tender rump onto the ground.

Firon growled and looked down between his legs at me, snapping at my neck as he tried another thrust. I dodged it and rolled out from under him. I only made it to my hands and knees with my tail raised to release pressure on my worn, hot hole. I didn't want to lower it, because I feared the pressure would make it hurt more.

Instantly, I felt his snout press against my hole, tongue lapping at my insides. Instantly, I stopped my movement and let out a long, extended moan. I expected his warm breath and snout to hurt my friction-burned, slickened hole, but it felt wonderful. The tongue was a gentle massage on my throbbing insides and his breath tickled at my opening and the fur around my tail. "Oh..okay, we can do that too...." I trailed off, temporarily forgetting what it was that I was planning on doing to him to help him cum faster.

His dextrous tongue continued to dart into me, swirling around in circles to catch all the fluid that was dribbling out of me, only to suck back up into his mouth so he could do it again. He tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips against my pucker, opening his mouth to gape me open ever so gently, preparing my opening for another series of rapid tongue-thrusts. His vigor was almost enough to knock me of balance, but I pushed back and kept myself in place.

"Th-that's...okay, don't stop." I murmured, mostly to myself. I wasn't so sure if he could hear me. My tail was raised and I was pushing back, arching my spine to angle my hole just right; I'm sure he got the message. Every time his tongue pushed into me, I felt my cock throb and stiffen, muscles contracting to make it slap on my belly.

But to my disdain, a moment later he stopped and pulled away, licking his lips. I looked back at him and saw that he was glaring. Evidently he was ready to moisten my hole again and have another go. My cock immediately grew partly flaccid, no longer stimulated by my sensitive rump being licked and sucked by dragon tongue.

I reached around my side and prodded at my tender, soft rump; it felt swollen to the touch, poolong with blood to keep it from tearing. Perhaps not the hottest thing to imagine, but it was sore and felt worn! The friction of cock thrusts was growing to be too much, if I didn't give it a rest, I'd be so sore I wouldn't be able to ride Firon the rest of the way to to he outpost!

And that's when I remembered my initial plan to keep him away from my rump. I idly pawed at the air until I felt his cock in my palm, so I pulled it towards me and licked at it, tongue trailing back and forth along the ridges.

He stopped glaring and growling at me, opting instead to purr. Well, I think it was a purr. Might have been a dragon growl that's meant for pleasure. Either way, he wasn't glaring at me.

I cupped his cock in my hands and pulled it to the side, cradling it in my arms. I trailed my tongue across the ridges a second time, zig-zagging back and forth down the bumps like a ladder until I was able to wrap it around the base of his head. My tongue was long, nearly a foot long and almost able to wrap around his entire girth to touch my beak again, but not quite. I used all the muscles in my beak and maw to squeeze tight before sucking it back up into its sheathe.

He bucked a bit, but stopped due to the angle I was holding his cock at. I pressed my thumb into his cock hole opening, swishing it around and thrusting it in and out. This seemed to elicit a particularly positive response. His entire back end shuddered in delight as his roaring purr intensified. I could feel his legs growing weak next to me. Quickly, I slipped underneath his body and popped out between his hind legs so I was resting right under his tail. "Here we go, Fir." I cooed.

He grunted and bent his knees, resting his cock down, tail on my shoulders. I stayed propped up on my toes, using my tail for balance as I rubbed his cock. I looked down to my own to compare the textures and colors of his and my cock. I rubbed the two together and used my thumbs to keep them connected, my rigid shaft pressed against his.

It was a wonderful sensation. His cock was far larger than mine, but through necessity it was also a bit softer, so my shaft pushed a divot up into his so that his flesh smothered the underside of mine. I kept thrusting against his a few times before pulling back just enough to aim my tapered, barbed tip right at his opening. I grabbed his cock with one hand and my own with the other, dragging my tip around the rim of his, barbs catching on his flesh.

He whimpered and shuddered, cock stiffening a bit as he bucked downwards, forcing his opening to slide over my tip.

Instantly, I grunted and bucked into him, muscles tensing to flare out my barbs, snagging on his flesh inside. I went to tug out a bit, but my barbs were caught, and doing so would only scrape his cock hole from the inside out, so I stayed still.

"RrrrrH?" He moaned, looking back. A bit of drool trickled out the side of his maw and his eyes were semi-vacant, rolling back.

Okay, turns out he really liked this! Not wanting to waste another minute, I scuffled forward on my toes and arched my back, forcing shaft into shaft. I could feel his throbbing heartbeat pulsing around my member, clenching shut on my ridges and catching my barbs. I gave another gentle thrust, forcing my barbed tip in deeper, disregarding the potential worry of getting entirely stuck within him. Only my knot remained pressed against the bulbous tip, pressing flesh on flesh. It wasn't fully inflated, but the six-globed knot was still thicker than the rest of my shaft.

I pressed my thumbs against the underside of his shaft, squeezing his flesh around mine. I could see the bulge of my member pressing out against his urethra; it was so tight I could see the gentle ribs of my length pressing out against his ebon flesh. I wiggled my hips a bit, forcing it to swirl about inside; I could feel my barbs catching on his tender inner flesh as they swirled about inside. He whimpered and shuddered rather than growling. Clearly he liked that, too!

"Brace yourself." I said to myself, thrusting into him again. I felt my knot press against his head and barbs push in, but I didn't quite fit my full knotted girth, so when I released the pressure the cock slid backwards, barbs splaying out and digging into him.

This time he did growl a bit, teeth bared and lips peeled back.

"Whoa, it's fine! Hold on!" I assured him, wrapping my arm around the base of his tail, the other hand steadying our cocks together. His ebon-fleshed rump was pressed right up against my beak, so I gave it a gentle lick, careful to not prod too deep into it like he had for me.

That gentle lick loosened him up, and I immediately forced myself in deep, cock slipping into his and knot compressing just enough to pop into his glans.

I gritted my beak shut and moaned; the feeling of his hot, dragon cock smothering my own and pulsating with every heartbeat sent shivers up my spine and down my tail. I shuddered and almost fell over, but my cock's knot was swelling quick inside thanks to the pressure and warmth, so it actually tugged on him from within, keeping me from falling over. I grabbed hold of his tail and leaned into him, pressing my cheek against his hole and nuzzling gently, nipping at his rump cheek.

A sudden and powerful scent overwhelmed me. It was thick and musky, the same scent as the sweetness that emanated from his cock and hung thick in the cool evening air, only this scent was coming from his rump, and it was sweeter. I focused my eyes and saw a glint of a small bead of fluid dripping out from the middle of it.

He had such a wonderful rump. Even without being used and abused like mine, it was soft and tender, with big, puffy, wrinkled lips. I knew an ass like that had to be stretchy!

I panted gently, exhaling my warm breath on it as I thrust into his cock. With knot swollen inside, leaving a visible, 6-lobed lump just past his glans, I had both hands free to play with that ass of his. I felt my balls contract gently as I shifted my weight, blasting the first bit of seed from my cock into him, increasing his warmth and wetness by a wide margin. I couldn't help but thrust into him again, but that didn't push my cock in any deeper, it only shifted it inside, rubbing hard knot flesh on soft glans flesh. I looked down and tugged on him, my knot distending his opening like a balloon.

"Yesss!" I hissed at him, tongue lolling out as I rubbed my fingers on his hole. The leaking fluid was thick and viscous, and stuck to my fingertips as I pulled them away. Perfect. I returned my digits to his rump, smearing the goo all over his tender hole. I pushed into him, parting his anal lips to feel his flesh smother my hand, and I felt around inside to see that all his inner walls were coated with this thick, viscous slime.

It was clear he had some pretty kinky plans for tonight! His body was coated with the slime inside!

"Good stuff there, Fir!" I complimented, slowly pushing my hand into him. His anal lips parted with ease, letting my entire arm slip into him. I was very, very happy to see he was clean.

He clamped down on my arm the same time his cock stiffened and sucked on my knot, forcing it in a bit deeper. I rolled my eyes back in my head and lunged forward, groaning gently as I felt him coax another wave of cum from me, this eruption bigger and thicker than the last. It was so powerful I saw the bulge in the base of his cock as it pushed out from me, a jet of gryphon seed slipping into him.

His belly bloated a little, losing some of its definition as my seed filled him. I was somewhat surprised by that, since I didn't really realize how big his gonads were inside. I wasn't done yet, though. He still had to cum!

I pushed my arm in deeper, rotating it and pressing my palm out against his walls, paying special attention to his swelling gonads. I gave them a little massage as I leaned forward, letting his flesh swallow my arm to the shoulder. My motion coaxed another contraction from him, tightening up around arm and knot to suck another wave of cum from me. I grunted and clamped my beak shut, hipthrusting again. This time I felt his gonads fill with my cum, making his anal passage tight with the bulbous intrusion. I gave it a massage and lifted my other hand to push my other arm in. I only got my fingers into him before he clamped down again.

And that seemed like it was it. I grunted and lurched forward, knot swelling to absolute maximum girth inside his member, bulging out in every direction as the tip exploded with gryphon seed, a hose of fluid pumping him full. The stream of fluid never ended, like every bit of the water I drank earlier had been converted into cum, and it was being pumped into him.

I could feel his gonads inflating inside, both of them on either side; his rump passage constricted remarkably around my forearm. I looked around his haunches to see his belly wide and distended, each side like a balloon inflated. Was that my cum filling him? I knew I produced a lot more than normal, but...Firon was the size of a horse! I didn't even know I had that much fluid in me!

My second hand continued to prod at his opening, fingers peeling his flesh apart from my bicep to slip inside. He kept clenching down on me, but my other hand was a bit too dextrous and slick, easily pushing in.

I pulled my first arm out so his hole was clenched on my wrist, ensuring my second hand could slip in beside it. With both hands inside, I rotated and pushed, clenching hands into fists to massage his swollen gonads, knuckles out.

Almost instantly, as soon as my arms were in past the elbow and practically punching at his glands, I felt his entire backside contract as his back arched, pushing down on my arms and tugging on my knot. The stretched cock that had swallowed my own exploded, his gonads emptying down his shaft to smother mine; only my knot plugged him nearly completely, so the cum pushed itself up my shaft and into my balls. It was like a warm tentacle forcing its way into me, spreading me open and rushing down my shaft backwards, filling my twin orbs.

They grew and they grew, swelling and filling with fluids as they pushed out on my furred scrotum. The flesh continued to distend until each was the size of a fist, then two fists, then the size of my head! Each ball, swollen to a massive size between my legs, the pressure of his torrent of cum mixed with my own putting more and more pressure on me.

I felt a warm trickling of fluid dribbling down over the corners of my knot. My balls were full as they'd get, but the pressure continued to mount until it seeped out between the lobes of my knot, dripping in a puddle between his back legs. Another tight contraction followed by a roar, and my arms were forced out from under his tail, knocking my backwards. I'd have fallen completely, but my cock was still knotted tight inside of his, tugging on me, even though it could handle my weight.

I leaned back, letting his tip tug on the neck between knot and sheathe for a moment, ooze leaking out and moistening my crotch. The smell emanating from it was just wonderful, sweet and bitter and earthy and sexy. I reached down with my now-free but smothered in goo hand and rubbed his cum and mine all over my crotch and ball sack. My cock was still hard, but my knot began to deflate inside, loosening the pressure that had built, releasing more and more of his cum. I could see his belly returning to normal as he looked over my shoulder at me with a wide grin. He growled a dragon purr and clenched up again, forcing the last of his cum to splash and splatter on the ground.

The pressure pushed me right out, and as soon as my cock was free of his - a semi-comical explosion of a stringy stream of dragon and gryphon cum - I felt my balls deflate as they pushed every bit of semen out onto the ground. I finally fell on my back, the underside of my tail squishing in spooge as I did so. I could feel the fluid gumming up my fur.

"Heh, wow!" I marvelled, staring up at the sky. The sun was just disappearing below the horizon and the moon and stars were out on the other side of the sky, so I was focusing on that.

Firon let out a long, strained bellow as he fell forward onto his chest. His cock landed, pointing backwards underneath his tail as it deflated and sucked itself back up onto his slit. I could just barely see his face over his body, eyes dulled and tongue lolling out, poking between his teeth. His ass was gaping wide and contracting intermittently as it slowly regained form, a steady trickle of his fluids dribbling out the bottom of it like a tiny stream.

I laughed again, rubbing at my crotch as my knot deflated fully and my cock shrunk and shrivelled, retreating back into its sheath as my balls regained the last bits of their form. A steady white stream of cum ran from the puddle between my legs and the tip of my cock. "So, you must have had one hell of a date out at the outpost, Fir!"

I heard a deep chuckle. "If you say so, Ceylon."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, you were just fuckin' with me, weren't you?"

"No, you fucked with me."

"All you had to do was ask." I insisted, still laying on my back in the puddle of mixed cum.

"Now where's the fun of that?"

I nodded slowly. Where indeed? I suppose it's more fun when you don't know you want it.