On Silk Wings
The journey, or destination?
On Silk Wings
by The Brain of Lazarus
// Ordications Axx Protoca //
It's not every day the Office of Prestigious Security and Defense ordains one of its own to travel abroad on vague business detail. In fact, an officer leaving his or her station in pursuit of one of these fair vocations would be considered erroneous at best; the only agents fleet of foot outside the city walls were those of the Office of Excise and Termination. Yet, even though fortune had found one young Kalasan in a place where the word really meant privilege, it seemed he'd gotten lucky, again. He would partake in the rarest of cases where in fact he was to leave His Lord's Great Empire.
Some several weeks after he'd "acquired" Roxanne Bonnibel, he'd been delivered a lengthy, hefty parcel straight from the desk of Ordinations, spanning its weight in ink and stamps. Most of it was law-bound earmark nonsense that was to be expected from the Adminstratum, but its conclusion gave one striking detail: Kalasan was to depart from his interrogation strip in the time of two Mondays. Not into the massive, geometrically precise city of which he protected, no. He was leaving out of the nation itself.
The contemporary world, one would find, had shifted into a handful of mega-nations that had something to do with a traumatic post disaster. What said disaster entailed was kept very hidden, but suffice to say the surviving powers abandoned most of their lands and created singular hive nation-cities that spanned hundreds of miles in length and width. Many believed themselves to be the destined rulers of the earth, His Glorious Lord being no exception, but there was a string connection of communication from these surviving super powers and sometimes they had occasional dealings.
Kalasan was going to visit one of them.
Whether his name had been pulled in a random labor raffle (that he'd never entered), or perhaps some pudgy politician found his 'skills' hardy enough to warrant the trip, or perhaps the system had erred, the white furred rabbit had been approved for departure. According to the matrix of incomprehensible verbosity within his parcel, it had something to do with a rising power in Neo Tokyo, of which Kalasan was to report on. Or meet? He did not know, he only hoped for clarification on arrival.
He was troubled, anxious, yet enthused as he looked over the many documentations and wares he'd need to bring for the trip. The busty breasted bun, Roxanne, had been with him for the duration at his home, assuring he'd maintained organization. He'd have to be certain he could brandish every piece of litigation and paperwork at who ever asked if this was going to go smoothly.
Sorting out his attire for the trip, his half ear twitched.
"I've arranged for a well kept, safe place for you to be at whilst I'm gone, Ms. Bonnibel," he intoned as the blonde French girl worked opposite of him, idly arranging documents on his desk.
They had discussed here and there for Roxanne to find a place of her own, but the choices hadn't been fruitful, and thus Kalasan allotted a guest room for his assistant in the meantime. However, he'd been paranoid as of late and wanted the bunette in better arrangements.
"It eez not necessary, monsieur," she replied. "There are some lovely hotels in ze area."
Kalasan chuckled. "You're being generous. You'd need to move into the upper city tiers to find something serviceable. For a girl like you, no, I can't have you run afoul of the types about here."
The big assed lass clicked her tongue.
"Oh, are you deciding for me, oui? I service your cock but cannot choose where I go?" she said, with a flash of feigned indignation, but, with truth to the words.
The white furred rabbit paused, grumbling.
"You're a very bright girl, a beautiful one too. I know you can take care of yourself, but please, this place I know. It's kept by my closest friend who'd be there just in case," he responded calmly, tone laced with concern.
He turned to gaze at the girl, who still worked, bent over with enormous, jiggly bum jutting out, sensual blonde cheeks shifting here and there. The OPSD officer grunted, resolving to ignore that and maintain his reasoning.
"It's a good area," he continued. "A quiet tavern that hosts some rather luxurious rooms. One for the owner and one for the guest. The drinks are rare and imported, impossible to find anywhere else."
Roxanne continued to wiggle her hips to and fro, half paying attention.
"But eet eez still not a place I choose, monsieur Kalasan. Zat eez is the problem, non? Eef I cannot make zis choice then, am I your assistant, or slave?" she challenged, bent over even more over a desk she'd been giving her attentions to.
The young rabbit sighed.
"I'll make it up to you. I promise. You're not my slave, regardless of how many times you coddle my stones. But I'm not in the business of putting you in harms way," he resolved.
Still. That fat ass was fetching. His pale gray eyes were roving over it, imagining the directions it might look good in. Throat rumbling, he slowly marched over to the working bunette. Without warning, he slammed his hidden loins into the crevice of her succulent backside peach, clothed crotch pressing into lace panties and the warm kiss of her puffy choco puss.
"Nnuh! M-monsieur Kalasan!?" the French bun squeaked, looking back to the looming male, her sloshy, milky breasts squished upon the oak frame.
With lusty ambition he pushed harshly into the awaiting buttocks, watching those healthy cheeks form around his waistline, palms coming to rest on her hips, Roxanne's sapphire eyes wide with shock while she nibbled at soft lower lip.
"You are right ultimately right, my dear. But this is a unique occasion, so I need you to stay with my friend. That's an order,"
Settling with his desires, he rolled his shoulders, and began to unfasten himself at the thighs.
"For now, yes, you do service my cock and, well, you're going to bounce this for me," he indicated with a hand, smacking the bun's thick rear as it shook and wobbled with jovial jiggles.
The French lass gave a quiet gasp, feeling the exposed flesh free itself from the guarding garments, throttled by the split of her supple buttocks. Rough masculine digits then dived down, gripping the string of her panties, abruptly yanking them down, her warm chalice exposed to the cool room air.
"Nmmf," she shuddered, looking back, cheeks flushed as she tried to see the stern throbbing male-hood rubbing itself along the suckling nether lips. Her fat bubbly bottom quivered in eager anticipation; in her weeks of service she'd been licking the rabbit stones but had yet to actually have her puss plundered.
"I know you're excited as well, but gmf, don't waste a good rear. Bounce for me girl," commanded the officer coolly, feeling his aching mast coaxingly massaged by the womanly walls.
Blonde bun ears flicked, sapphire eyes staring in disbelief, growing rather voracious to have her tender honey pot filled and fucked. But, with sophisticated obedience, she nodded, slowly tossing her juicy rump in rises and dives, the silky flesh bobbling about. Her hips would toss in quick sashaying jerks, shaking the thick bum along the groin, her wet, glistening womanhood nipping at the erect pole.
She would lightly smack on his exposed length, big bum crashing against the seething inches, Kalasan taking the blonde slopes and tossing them against his root, letting the supple cheeks squeeze and throttle the smoldering male-hood. Delicately spreading the fat full ass, he stopped the bunette, prodding her entry with ash tone crown.
Roxanne let off a few more soft, excitable whimpers, as words sizzled away in hazy desire. Rabbit kind were not so good at keeping their lusts at bay.
"M-monsieur," she pleaded, as the crown barely nuzzled at the choco cunny.
His throat rumbled, his loins twitching and stiffened almost painfully, as he held back no more and slowly pressed into the warm tunnel. He let off a soft moan as his girth was suckled and choked by the tender bunny puss, Kalasan burying himself to the hilt with one swift motion, warmth tingling about his masculine shaft. Roxanne gave a desirable squeak, nibbling on her finger as she shook and wriggled.
"Eet has b-been a while," she muttered, pressing her enormous rump into the waist, coaxing for more.
Kalasan grunted, watching the thick backside jostle ever so slightly on his hidden pike.
"You and I both," he responded hoarsely.
At once, his stern his drew back and plunged once more, a loud clap of muscle to juicy ass emitting about the room. Roxanne's hefty bosom wobbled a bit through upper dress while her bum did the same, a unison of perverse fleshy echoes.
Hungrily, his pace quickened, leaning over to nestle chin on delicate bunny shoulder, as his root gyrated in gusto, bucking the French girl forward, the desk rocking here and there, a hand still palming and squeezing the generous rear that cushioned against his hips. Roxanne moaned in accented songs of lust as her puss was pummeled, Kalasan's mischievous digits going to her clitoral nub and massaging, causing her to shudder in delight, splashes of pre and wetness pooling about the coupling.
Together they huffed and panted, bouncy bunny bum meeting the rigidness of an officer's issue. The white rabbit was it making it clear that he'd be the only one to dive inside this rich honey pot of French lass pussy.
Allowing the bunette to finish for him, Kalasan drew back and kept himself still, grunting each time those nether lips snugly dove and rose upon his male-hood. Though it was desirable to slam his loins and make the young lady squeal, there was a far greater amount of satisfaction to have her fat blonde ass rocking on his shaft, the jiggling cheeks rolling and tossing, hungry for more. He'd be the only to one to see this sight, to have an exotic piece like this service his male-hood.
It wasn't much longer until both collapsed into the burning rush of orgasm, peaking in unison as juices and seed dribbled together.
"Tnn! Hnnah!" yelled the large assed lass, quivering with eyelids snapped shut.
Letting issue pour forth, splattering the warmth of choco walls, Kalasan gripped the pillow-y bottom and held it close, allowing his essence to release entirely whilst his own flesh was soaked in the petal-nectar of pure French bunny. The rapidity of her gyrating hips steadily slowed, as her prone chest weakened and went a blissful kind of limp on the desk, sending papers about in haphazard carelessness.
Shuddering himself, Kalasan silently embraced the bunette, heated breaths whispering into long ears as the two fizzled from their sudden bout.
// Ordications Axxa Protoca //
"It's an old design, yet they insist keeping these service revolvers in rotation. Not in the slightest practical,"
An early, pale sky morning had struck the living room of young Kalasan's home, the quaint but furnished homestead touched by white rays and cluttered by a few leather bags and suitcases. He was anxious, booted foot tapping consistently with hefty leather jacket hiding his lithe form while he studied a heavy, intimidating armament he'd been delivered not but past twilight.
"Eet is likely a symbol, tradition, no? They do not expect you to use it but to ah, you know, keep it as a representation of power, monsieur,"
In the young rabbit's hand was a revolver of piercing black steel and carved, patterned handle, no doubt able to level a man as slow as a cabbage basket but hardly useful with the quick fire of modern artillery. He was to be leaving today and having this. . . thing with his person wasn't making him any calmer. Roxanne, bless the dear, had been keeping him together before he made his exodus and she hers.
Kalasan opened his jacket, staring at the weapon with distaste.
"I'm not asking for symbolism. I have a briefcase loaded with paperwork for that. If the Office of Ordinations thought I actually needed this, then why the devil di-"
An abrupt finger came to his lips. "Shh. Zat eez enough, monsieur," the sapphire eyed bun intoned coolly.
The half eared male twisted his lips into a frown.
"You 'ave quite a trip ahead, monsieur Kalasan," continued the blonde bun, locks dancing about as she went to sort the last of his belongings.
"And I know from experience, you need to save your energy,"
Grumbling with a twitch of half ear, the OPSD officer stuffed the weapon in inner coat holster. With a huff he fumbled with another pocket, retrieving a small watch to check the time.
"I suppose," he conceded. "We best get going then, Mr. Cohen runs things with expectations."
Collecting their things, the hare pair exited Kalasan's home to wait near the steps of his private oasis. Out here, the cluster-city was not so overwhelming. Buildings were stacked neat and near each other in efficient brick form, but there were only residents roaming the sidewalks and the streets were kept away from traffic. Light would trickle in from the covered sky of white and distant onyx spires and the groan and gnash of the inner city could barely be heard. Every so often the cumbersome modern apparatus would float by, such as a holo-ad or wandering security probe, but were it not for these intrusions one might forget where they actually lived.
Some few minutes later, a slick black vehicle trimmed with silver silently pulled next to the pair, the auto giving off an efficient, audible hum. With a click of the ignition, out stepped, if not carefully, a sturdy suited figure brandishing a charcoal tipped nosed and small, pointed canine ears. Mr. Cohen with reserved grace stepped to the two, wearing a polite expression expected from a German Shepherd.
His gait was slower, due in some part to an old leg injury, but sturdy nonetheless.
"You didn't arrive with a few dozen mares at your side, I'm impressed," Kalasan called with a smirk, perhaps the only smile Roxanne had seen of him.
"Hello to you too," replied the canine with warm calmness. "And no, not quite."
He greeted his comrade, embraced him momentarily and glanced at Roxanne. "There's a loud mouth squirrel I've been eying, if you must know."
A rigid hand extended to the bun. "Ms. Bonnibel I take it? Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Cohen, Kalasan's vastly more handsome friend," said he with a chuckle.
The rabbit almost snorted, feigning a nod, while a bemused French bun shook rough palm with fingers.
"Oh, merci monsieur Cohen. Oui, I am Roxanne Bonnibel,"
Cohen's eyes lit up a bit, intrigued. "A French export? I can see why the old hare was so keen on getting this arranged. You're a rarity in these parts, Ms. Bonnibel,"
"I trust you had no trouble getting here, old friend?" continued Kalasan, Roxanne giving a light thank you.
"With the white tops patrolling almost every square foot of road? Could've sworn I would've been shackled for wiggling my nose wrong," answered Mr. Cohen in dry humor. "I miss the days where you'd get slammed for good old fashioned intoxication."
Nibbling her lip, Roxanne glanced to the rabbit with uncertainty.
"He's joking, mostly," quipped Kalasan.
Rolling his slate iris', the half eared male checked the time again, brow furrowing and giving a sigh.
"Too short on time these days. Well, though I'd rather stay and catch up I'd best be going."
Roxanne mumbled her approval and the canine gave a weighty, though mostly showy, frown.
"Aww, so soon? And I had a dozen new portraits to show." said he with a chuckle.
"Next time, my friend," Kalasan answered, turning to the blonde bun. He hugged her for a moment and gave his best attempt at an endearing smile.
"Enjoy yourself my dear. Mr. Cohen is salt on the candle but he keeps trouble at bay. You'll find none more loyal than a shepherd,"
The dog sputtered, looking perplexed. "Pbbtf. Pardon me? I'm what?"
Ignoring the interjection, the rabbit felt his hug returned, bosoms kind of smashing against his chest. For a moment, he felt warm and safe.
"Until your return monsieur," said she softly, kissing him on the cheek.
A few moments passed and the trio finished their goodbyes, Roxanne guided by Mr. Cohen into his sleek vehicle. The rabbit watched it disappear on the asphalt horizon and, as it vanished from sight, the sensation of alone-ness returned. Quite a thing he did not realize, how solitary things were before the bunny lass was around. He saw why his friend kept good liquor around, company was worth its weight in cold.
A flick of an ear and sniff of the nose, he returned his mind to business.
// Ordications Axxa Protoca //
Mesmerizing.
Kalasan couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a plane. Certainly when he was much younger, when the idea of flight was a dream-like one, but the memory had been buried by crushing imperial boots of bureaucracy.
This, however, was leagues ahead of anything he could have imagined. He expected a clumsy, uniform approach with everything done in a particular procedure, bathed in its own union of paperwork. But it was not. This flight was being hosted by the Silk Dragons, per translations, and the degree of sophistication and luxury they prompted Kalasan with was nothing short of breathtaking. Certainly it left him befuddled, as how was a common officer like himself exposed to conditions likely warranted by string pulling figureheads?
Silently though he'd gone with it, hand at the ready in case his revolver need haste of use. Most security checks were content with the skull-in-star badge. It hadn't been until he was actually ready to board the craft where was asked for a few documents, but nothing else. It was sublime efficiency, like gliding through air. Respectably, they did not go through his things and allowed him to carry on his revolver.
Then, there was the plane.
The young rabbit did not need to wait for long before he was escorted to his seat, and that was the first key defining feature. Aside from several guards draped in striking stripes of yellow and black, Kalasan was the only guest of sorts. His seat, a lavish white chair with cushions of deep navy, was one of the only within the aircraft. There was a light ensemble of fixtures near windows, but his was centered in the plane's midriff as though it were centered on the premise of guest entertainment.
And it was.
Up until the point of his seating, the OPSD agent had been escorted by the decorated guards with precise efficiency, but when the time came for him to comfortably be seated, things shifted. Silk Dragons was not simply a company name specializing in hosting flights, it was a league of well, dragons. In this instance, dragoness' to be specific. When assured he had everything taken care of before the craft took off, Kalasan was hosted by a radiant lady of red, a crimson figure that was female dragon. Her name was Chrii, and she had taken to a lovely scheme of shades, small, pearl white horns accenting an hourglass form with white dress and heels, rings of similar hues about her wrists and ankles. Her eyes seethed with a fiery emerald green, a clash of tones that was inspiring to say the least.
When the craft had hummed to life and taken off, she had continued to provide him with dutiful service. A bit like Roxanne, really. In front of Kalasan was a wedge foundation that split the plane into two sections, and on it were an assortment of devices made to assist the guest. It was a nice touch as, if the rabbit was to ask of something, Chrii could do so there.
Roughly midway into their flat, the hare's ears popping painfully and his settled stance growing in discomfort, Chrii began to draw up a remedy drink.
"How have you been holding up, Mr. Kalasan? I take it you don't fly too often," the scarlet lady asked whilst the rabbit unruffled his jacket and rolled his shoulders.
She was in front of him, at the host wedge, stirring up something in clear liquid.
"No. I can't accurately recall the last time I boarded one of these," he said, rubbing his head and indicating at the plane around him.
"Mmm, that might explain your strained expression," responded she, looking at him via mirror in front of her person.
Blinking, Kalasan rubbed his temples a bit. "Yes, I suppose I made it rather obvious. Seems memory left out the part where my bloody ears crack in the sky."
Chrii giggled, going to the agent and handing him a drink. "Oh that's air pressure, very common. Though I suppose the large ears aren't helping. This should, though," she assure gleefully, offering the glass.
Cautiously but politely the hare took it, looking at her curiously.
"Just water and something for the popping. You'll get a headache if you don't take something."
"Sensible. Thank you," replied he, sipping down the frizzy liquid. Chrii nodded graciously.
"Oh but of course. The Silk Dragons rarely ever have guests any more, it's been nearly a year since our last. One thing still stands, I don't like it when said guests are uncomfortable,"
She stepped a bit closer, head tilting.
"Are you comfortable?"
The rabbit shrugged. "Ah, well more or less. Believe me when I say the accomadations here are superb. I'm merely not use to being so above ground is all. It's a rabbit tic, we're land bound and all that."
Closer Chrii came, her thick bosoms bouncing a little more, ample cleavage rearing into sight.
"Though you could be more relaxed, you'd say?" she pressed on, wide green iris' catching the agent's attention.
"Well, technically, yes. I suppose. Not too important, miss."
Appearing shocked, the curvaceous lady shook her head.
"Absolutely not sir, begging your pardon. Comfort is very important. I'm afraid I'm going to have to do something about it."
Step step. The heat of her lovely body was a few inches from the agent, as he watched her with confusion and concern, wondering if his revolver might be needed.
"Now, Mr. Kalasan, please relax."
The dragoness in scarlet smiled, rather mysteriously, and then proceeded to go to her knees. Her jiggly womanly mantle grave a frothy bounce as she slid down whilst cherry red rump nestled nicely into her legs, her tail swishing here and there as skillful hands gripped the rabbit's belt and unfastened. Needless to say Kalasan was shocked.
"What the devil are you doing?" he inquired, more so out of pure curiosity than protest.
Emerald eyes flashed upward and met his, whilst the dragoness chuckled sultrily.
"Well Mr. Kalasan, you are our guest. Unless you have reservations, I'm going to wrap my lips around your cock and give you a nice suck."
Blinking, the rabbit was quite dumbstruck, as Chrii continued to unravel the thick coating, skillfully and carefully weaving off briefs as gray male-hood sprang into view, beginning to stiffen with the throes of arousal.
"Ah, I see," Kalasan observed hoarsely, a tad dizzy from the dragoness motions. His ear a-twitch, he heard the sounds of light footsteps, new figures of color appearing on either side of his chair.
Plush pearl lips pursed and wrapped around the crown of rabbit root, cerulean eyes gazing at Kalasan with curious lust, the agent grunt-shuddering with the tingles at his crotch. The shapes however caught his gaze, looking to his left and right as, much to his further surprise, enormous pairs of busty bosoms wobbled into view.
Oh they were thick and sumptuous, no mistake. They jiggled ever so softly and bounced timidly at the motions of females in question, and it was difficult to focus with hot scaled lips smooching his tip. But he mustered a picture, the curves in question yet another pair of dragoness beauties. On his right was a lady in azure, her silky scales resonating with a wondrous, incandescent melding of sapphire and cerulean, a brilliant shimmering sky of ocean hues. Accompanied with curved, onyx horns, fiery violet eyes lathered Kalasan with a demure yet voracious stare. Her nips, oh so tauntingly nearing him a few inches far, were a pleasantly darker hue of her skin, daring him to touch.
To his left was a lady bathed in a color he was started to like, a midnight shade. Satin scales coated the dragoness positively bursting with breast, gleaming like a pearly oil. Eyes were a deep red that betrayed their ferocious hue by emitting nothing more than a silent melody of caring sexual maturity. She had also accented her lips with a coat of violet and wore silver rings about her wrists.
"Hrk, ahm," grunted Kalasan, not quite sure to make of this intoxicating sight.
"Oh, these are for you," spoke the azure dragoness, taking arms under her juicy fat titted rack and giving them a nice lift, releasing so they bounced and smacked together.
With a perplexing mix of concern (how precisely was he to handle all this?) and raw, feral excitement, the white rabbit felt wonderful, silky cushions smoosh into his cheek. Glancing over, the satin lady had gripped her thick sacs and smashed them against the hare's head, as they pancaked and flattened upon his cranium. The warm, prodding nips rubbed about his visage too, beckoning with promises of honey milk.
The scarlet scaled beauty giggled, preoccupied with the first bit of her lips widened by ash toned girth, cheerfully suckling and licking away.
"She's a bit busy," continued the figure of blue, "so allow me to handle introductions,"
She giggled, smashing her pair of orbs into Kalasan's face, or what free space remained of it. The wild sacs fought and smothered, clamoring for attention as the dandy dragons laughed sultrily and bounced their bosoms, shaking and jiggling the fat fronts for a mumbling rabbit. The nip tips were sliding across his nose and nearing his lips, the voracity of the young man stirring, twitching rod ever pleased by the wrap of warm white lips, goading him on.
"You may call me Nistari, love," announced the woman of blue, her tail swaying gently as she worked in crescendo with her partner to lock the rabbit in an embrace of tits.
At this point, driven to insanity and well over the edge, the half eared rabbit grabbed the most convenient massive milky orb and drew its nip into his mouth, lightly gnawing on the tender teat as an excited giggle and yelp followed. Bosoms still mooshing on his cranium, Nistari continued.
"And the fruits you currently enjoy belong to our dear Siralys."
Aggressively, half hearing this, Kalasan continued to suck and yank upon those glorious masses of midnight he drew upon. Convenient to him him, as every element here seemed to do, the named Siralys took her other free breast and shoved it into the maw of the young man, as he eagerly doubled down and gripped both black tents in his mouth.
"Nnmm, I hope you enjoy Mr. Kalasan, there's plenty of us to go around," intoned the midnight miss, speaking with a voice coated in velvet seduction.
Petting his half ear, Siralys softly moaned with each of the rabbit's rough sucks, the vacuum pressure from his mouth inducing drops of sweetly flavored nectar. He'd release them with an audible pop as they dripped and glistened with pools of honey and saliva, heavy midnight mounds giving an approving bounce.
Desiring more and not to neglect, Kalasan gripped the slopes on his left, palming the juicy azure tit as it easily encompassed the whole of his palm. He lifted and drew it toward him, taking a slow, tedious lick of the tinted blue, the divine sensation of smooth silky scales meeting his wet rug. He'd wrap his lips about the stiffened nip, groping it with tongue, massaging and embracing the delectable fountain.
All the while, Chrii had been dutifully servicing the flank of male-hood. One hand carefully caressed the mast with twists and finesse, while she hungrily mouthed at the vein-y root, plush pearl lips stroking the circumference as she buried the inches deeper into her maw with every dive and rise. Coating the perimeter with warmth and saliva, she'd smack the male's issue against her cheek, pushing it into the soft side as she rubbed upon it with submissive affection.
Taking a more demure stance, Chrii wriggled a bit and placed palms atop Kalasan's knees, using mouth to slip the girth into her oral chamber. Her sumptuous ass bounced in little tosses with every slam of her lips, pearly lipstick streaking along the gray mast. Her cheeks puffed in elation with every stroke, gulping and slurping loudly as the flank buried into her throat, bulging it with jubilation.
"Ohh, I can't possibly let her have all the fun," added Siralys, licking on Kalasan's ear.
Busy hands were gently throwing heavy draconic tits against the other, the rabbit flushed in the face as he enjoyed toying with Nistari's rack.
"Nng, pardon?" he said with lustful shortness.
He was quite lost in this island of bosom and bounce, overwhelmed by the attentions of the dragon ladies. How he'd managed not to explode at at the loins was mystifying, though he was certainly burning at the edge to meet release. Siralys, in the meantime, slowly released the hare from the prison of bountiful busts, allowing Nistari the attentions as the midnight madame strolled down, wiggling next to Chrii.
"Oh my," noted Nistari, giggling sultrily, "It looks like you have me all to yourself. Then again, I wouldn't want to miss out watching a couple of gals servicing my cock if I were you."
Indeed, his breath heavy, Kalasan watched with misty disbelief as Chrii begrudgingly released his root with a long suckle and pop, the gray flesh wobbling about with Siralys chuckling.
"She didn't really want to share," intoned the satin woman, taking the time to strip Chrii out of her pearl service dress.
With their lovely hips smothered together, wiggling here and there, both the ample bottomed dragons immediately feasted on cock. Their tails twined about as ginger tongues lapped at the sides of flesh, kissing his crown with subservient affection, lips meeting at the axis as they traded steamy oral work. They plucked the heated flank with audible smooches, forming bridges of saliva and smearing the conflicting lipstick shades of pearl and violet.
"Be damned the gods," Kalasan muttered, gazing with heavy disbelief as his flesh entered the warm throat chambers of either girl. Siralys would mumble and gingerly throat the shaft while her partner nosed and licked at testes, cheeks puffing as she pressed both stones in mouth.
For a length of time they continuously assailed the gray mast with just the right amount of suck and service. Perhaps it was an innate sense or coincidence, but the duo dragons would constantly bring the rabbit to the edge of orgasming, only to cease, kiss the other or tease with other various sights, and then resume slamming the shaft in their throat. It caused him to shudder and almost plead for release, or else he'd grip one of those ladies and fuck her mouth to the end of oblivion.
Hence he was sopping and glistening like a glazed steak, however, the duo giggled, and Nistari made her move.
"You've been very patient Mr. Kalasan," intoned the blue bodied angel as the others shimmied away from the hare's flank.
"And let's just say I'm going to reward that patience. After all, I made sure I'm the one getting this cock to myself,"
She'd wink to the others, whilst her body motioned so that she sat upon the lithe rabbit's lap, the weight of her delicious, incredible form laid bare for the rabbit to enjoy. She'd wiggle her thick hips teasingly, the heat of her lower nether lips barely grazing male-hood meat.
"Nnmf. The Silk Dragons haven't hosted anyone in a while, and though I'd love to share with my girls I'm afraid the queen is taking all tonight,"
Kalasan grunted, breathing heavily, licking his lips.
"Begging your pardon then, my queen," said he roughly, "But quit talking and bounce your fat ass,"
Blood of the bureau, he was hungry. His thoughts were ransacked with a hundred ways and positions he'd put this Nistari in, but for now, he needed puss, and was far too lust filled to have it any other way. His patience was smeared by voracity.
"Ooh, well let's not keep you waiting then." responded the azure angel with a wicked smile.
Tediously, the enormous and supple ass sank on Kalasan's twitching male-hood, the deep blue cunny lips welcoming the girth into warmth and wetness. The hare gripped her lovely waist, while another free palm clapped and slapped her generous, full ass. She gave an approving, quick moan as her bum wobbled in reciprocation, like miniature ocean waves.
At once, the pair began to grind in animal sync, Nistari raising her thick buttocks whilst Kalasan thrust harshly as they bounced together, thighs colliding with audible swats of flesh. The rabbit's root was positively seething with frothy seed and heat, his eyes watery from smoldering desire, eager to pummel the plump bum as those deep blue nether lips choked and milked his rod with virile energy.
The mistress of blue embraced the lithe hare form, pressing a massive orb into his face, a juicy gift he suckled and licked on as the rapidity of their thrusting increased, a sonata of moans and masculine grunts winding together.
"Yes, fuck me," the dragoness whispered sharply into the young male's ear, every wild and hot moan tickling his hearing.
"I haven't had cock in so long, Kalasan, so please, fuck me,"
Positively bursting at the seams, the rabbit was wired into nothing but primordial want. Every scrap of his OPSD visage had vanished and was replaced by a grunting, hissing masculine form, gripping that hefty titted dragon by the waist and outright punishing the puss, vertical rises made all the more tremendous with the use of those lagomorph legs.
"Unngh! Nn! Hnn!"
Nistari let off a breach of womanly gasps laced with the bliss of her tunnel fulfilled, spread by the gray pole. Returned was the heavy breaths and yelps of a high-on-ass rabbit, as their soaked nethers contined to connect and bounce and burst. They'd created a sloppy mess of desire and juices that seeped into the chair and on the plane floor. Fat front bounced and jostled together as Nistari's bright blue bum wobbled violently from the aggressive hammering into her puss, the dragoness gripping the hare as her silky scaled frame glistened with sleat, panting with steamy gasps.
Finally, oh gods finally, Kalasan could bare no more. His loins surged and with a loud cry, clamped down and squeezed firmly upon the azure ass as his seed jetted out in ropy issue, white hot liquid coating and deluging the womanly womb.
Nistari cried out and none too long after met her peak as well, the pot of puss honey trembling and giving with a stream of nectar to spill from her nether lips, the joining covered and sopping from their motions. She trembled, wiggling her hips a bit, gasping and taking slow strokes of air, the hare doing the same as they sat prone and limp, steadying and holding.
A while longer and Kalasan began to regain himself, coolling down and letting his restrained, normal demeanor return. He did take time to appreciate Nistari's form a bit more, petting her succulent bum, touching and tossing while she would giggled and bounce her bosoms for him. The other two dragoness ladies had taken to entertaining as well, smacking their asses and hips together for the young rabbit as he watched with very keen interest. He'd never seen rumps look so good.
Eventually, though, the time came to clean up and return to what the trip to Neo Tokyo was for. When the plane had landed, Chrii wore her white dress again and led Kalasan to the appropriate docking bay, where he was treated to the unbelievable site of spiraling towers coated with incredible technology and neon mastery.
Interestingly enough, on his way to a small arranged hotel, the rabbit found a note in jacket pocket, featuring the Silk Dragon symbol and a series of numbers, signed by. . . Nistari.
As the half eared hare traversed into the bowels of Neo Tokyo, he kept the trio of ladies in fond memory, and began to wonder what it would take to bring that sapphire angel home with him.
// Mortum ov Humanita //