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Just holding himself up on his elbows, he could feel the dull ache of exhaustion in his arms, up into his chest, betrayed in an occasional tremble as he struggled just to keep his head up. Ardanis found his eyes stuck shut any time he let them fall close, but he pried them open and kept going. Underneath the dead weight of half-sleeping muscles, his blood coursed with heat, radiating from two points.

Between his legs he was a sloppy slick mess, buried to the hilt in his luscious girlfriend, unable to still himself from grinding through her for even a moment, especially with the way she was probing the seed-soaked insides of his ass with one firmly buried finger. And above, his mouth was spreading slowly around hot, gently throbbing flesh, freshly cleansed yet spreading a mild, salty musk across his tongue, the rawest flavor of the minotaur's most intimate flesh unfolding on his taste buds. On top of that, as his mouth spread to claim hold of that meat, sealing slick with his drool to her smooth and rotund surface, he found his lips grazing those of his girlfriend-- attacking that rod from both sides, they might have virtually made out around it, but that bullcock was so unapologetically massive that they could only just graze lips and tongues around its bulk short of pulling aside entirely.

But-- that was alright by him. There was something about this forbidding creature looming between them that drew Ardanis, and he found she tasted just as good as before. Better, he was no longer blindfolded! His eyes swept down that monster and up again countless times as he suckled sloppily over the head, letting her slurp free of his lips occasionally only to glom onto a great hunk of her again, tongue swirling in. His eyes occasionally swept further up, past that rod, to take in the mountainous woman attached to it, now murring and groaning slowly as her rod was paid proper tribute. She smirked down at him when she caught his gaze.

"Y'all're gonna have to take turns if y'wanna better shot at the tip there." She might have put on the airs of a helpful suggestion, but the brutish hunger for more was glittering in her eyes as her smile widened.

Cowgirl and catboy paused a moment to eye each other over the salty treat, and after barely a pause, Ardanis smiled and slurped free of the beast, letting his lover get a proper shot at their new friend's prodigious piece. She blinked curiously, but with a tiny smile, she leaned up to seize that broad, drooling tip and suckle tightly, earning a grunt from the bullgirl as Ardanis eased down the side of that shaft.

Small kisses and nuzzles explored her heavy, veined sides, grazing along the thick, textured hide of her well-used tool and taking in the full scent of her. He made the long, panting trip all the way to her base, where he leaned under to nip at her fat cumvein before nosing slowly over her sack. He had never done anything like this before, but these two seemed to be awakening his curiosity, his hunger, disarming him with their beauty, their sexy curves, and their brazen attitudes-- all while pushing him face-first into these beasts, these things he never would have dared touch before. He didn't know if it was some innate knowledge that guided him now or simple curiosity, but he found his lips gravitating naturally to this creature, and to these planetoids crammed between her legs.

His muzzle spread in a loose suckle over her smooth, silky yet taut skin, tracing the broad horizon of one plump nut, letting his breath tickle over her as he rolled his head to kiss and lap all down the underside, letting the immense weight of these orbs crush over his muzzle. Heavy slurps and low gurgles tickled at his ears as his girlfriend struggled with the head of this cock, so far from the base where he lingered now, and from the way she wrung around his thoroughly spent shaft and clutched at his insides with that finger, she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself in some way or another. A low murr filled the air around them as the bullgirl exhaled, and she reached to rest a hand on her bovine counterpart's head, encouraging her with a murmured mixture of curses and praise.

He found his ears twisting back, following that mashing union between his lover's lips and that heavy cockflesh as he kissed and nipped along the curving stretch of hide between the bullgirl's orbs. Thick, wet noises punctuated her every breath, her gasps pulling around a thick pop before slurping close with a soft moan, thick huffs muddled by the audible crowding of her mouth. Soon, she seemed to be moaning out constantly around that bulk, and he couldn't help but wonder if she really enjoyed that lip-stretching knob so much-- before she slurped off entirely to slump back, groaning and clutching at him.

It took him a moment to look down, and realize that she was arching into him-- and that he was grinding furiously into her. Something about the raw sound of her frenching with this cock had driven him heavy and lusty into her core, and even now he was churning her up, painfully hard and jerking to grind deep in between her lush thighs. He barely faltered, panting and glancing over her beautiful, sweat-beaded form and the sloppy smile she offered him, when a large hand took his head in a firm caress.

"Looks like it's your turn, hun." Mina purred the words hungrily, guiding him up the side of that shaft as Naira watched with a smile just a little too eager. He could barely lick his lips before the creature was rearing up, jutting against his cheek and barging into his muzzle. He grunted heavily as his jaw fell open, instantly pushed to straining around her bulk as the lusty minotaur growled and worked intently to bury that fat head somewhere warm again. A shudder ran down his spine as that thick, salty beast rooted around his tongue, pinning it down even as it ground along the roof of his mouth, leaving him helpless but to swallow a fat, musky glob of her precum. Naira moaned anew under him, and he speculated he might have been rutting her again, but he honestly couldn't tell right now.

His head was turning, twisting in that palm to jam down on this shaft like a toy, and his mind was filled with her thick musk, with the smooth, manly smell this woman exuded naturally, something at once spicy and sweet, salty and warming, clinging to his tongue, to his throat, filling his nose and overwhelming all his senses. His eyes hooded as she ground on him, teased herself on him, milked out wad after wad of pre to jam down his neck.

And he should have been glad for every drop-- she was still pushing. A dread weight crushed suddenly at the back of his throat, and for just a moment he couldn't breathe. A small jutter of fear cleared his vision, and he faintly caught glimpse of her: grinning hungrily down on him, breasts gleaming in the soft, warm light, heaving with deep, anticipatory breaths. With her deepening breath he felt that creature pulse faster between his teeth, and her grip firmed. "I think..." she cooed intently, "he just might..."

He might not have acknowledged the thought consciously, but when the pressure surged, he found himself opening, leaning in, eyes skewing shut, his throat doing its best to relax. In a blink, his body answered her lust with a raw plea to be fucked, and the close folds of muscle in the back of his throat strained open around an impossible bulk, it might as well have been a fist. He gagged, eyes watering, but he still leaned in. She barely paused an instant, drawing a tight breath, and snarled in answer as her hips lunged forward.

Wet flesh squeaked, tendons creaked, and his own involuntary cry of distress was snuffed under a battering ram of flaring flesh, and his neck strained with sweet pain: she was in. He couldn't even bring himself to try to swallow, it was all he could do to lie slain, impaled on this cock, twitching helplessly even as his hips sawed against his lover's, some kind of dry orgasm burning at his belly.

"Ffffuck... now that... is some beautiful fucking virgin throat, there... Ohhh, you're a keeper, darlin'..." Her breath was strained, as if her own throat was drawn taut, the minotaur's fingers kneading intent on his pounding skull. She heaved a great sigh, and finally eased off-- but he didn't budge. She gave a faint grunt, then a chuckle-- she had to actually push his head off, to pry his throat off her buried cockhead with one more creaking drag rattling in his ears. He fell off that beast with a slurp and a faint whimper, slumping weakly across his girlfriend and coughing as she rubbed over his back with one hand and gripped his ass with the other.

"Nnnff... Yeah, you 'n' me, hun, we're gonna have us some real fun times..." The bullgirl was positively purring over their little achievement. Remembering the size of that monster, he couldn't quite believe it just happened himself. "I think he mighta even cum a little offa that, I saw his tail twitch like it does..." She chuckled. "Well, now... What should we do with this, hmmm...?" He didn't see what she was referring to, but he had a guess, and Naira seemed to be tensing. "It's fresh outta yer boy's neck, hun. I don't think you're quite ready for that, but..." He heard a noise that he almost thought was his girlfriend, a strange, low, throaty moan. "I think he could use a minute, anyway..."

Hands closed gently around the dazed feline, and he groaned quietly as he was pulled at long last from his girlfriend's cunny. He wouldn't have been surprised if he'd pruned up down there by now, but damn, it'd been a fine way to spend the evening. He was set in a sprawl on his side to relax a moment, sighing gratefully. But then, the sounds that followed didn't allow him much relaxation.

"Here, now... yer sloppy as can be down here, aren'tcha?" The bullgirl chortled affectionately as Naira gave a low, sharp gasp and moan, and Ardanis' eyes cracked open. Mina had taken his position, pushing Naira spread, but rather than fitting snugly between her legs, she overwhelmed her, she pushed those broad thighs spread as she fingered up a sloppy mess in that well-seeded puss. Ardanis had spent more than he might have guessed he'd ever had in there, and his dear belle had already been sopping before they got started. "Like this... I bet..." That red creature descended, glossed with the juices of his aching throat. For one bare moment, it nestled against his lover's lips in a firm kiss.

And it disappeared. A snarl surged over a choked shriek, and the two surged together, bull and cow, rocking abruptly in a single, fascinating, violent ripple of plentiful curves. Breasts to breasts, they ground hips on hips, Naira arching back, eyes frantic, tongue surging from her mouth with a sincere but barely audible scream as Mina bared her teeth in something between a grin and a snarl, eyes shut tight, one powerful hand clutching at the hip of her new mount and one on her shoulder, pinning her. And between them, just glimpsed beneath those mashing tits, a bulge rose in his girlfriend like he'd never seen there, let alone put to her himself. This was the thing Ardanis could never give her, and now...

It might have been the engrossing sight of his lover being impaled, or it might have been his generous lubrication, but he didn't actually notice Ginger until her hips nestled firmly against his cheeks once more with a warm, happy sigh. "Mmh... she kept you nice and warmed up, alright." She giggled faintly, pulsing slowly inside him as she stroked over his side and back, mounted over him at a peculiar sideways angle. She was almost sitting over him, somewhat snuggled to his side, and she simply ground lazily on his ass as she watched with him. He could only sigh, though in resignation or relief he couldn't say, and take her warm affection, his own shaft once more denied the chance to soften properly.

Broad, furred thighs bulged and swung, powering down into the prone form of his girlfriend, burying her in the bed with every heavy collision. Every thrust rocked under all four of them, powerful, unstoppable, driving that full, obscene bulk straight into Naira's womb on a slick of her lover's drool and seed. Everything he'd done, his constant rutting, his multiple loads, had done a fine job of warming her up for the proper thing. Now, her eyes glazed, her expression was a slack torpor that surged into frantic ecstasy with every thrust, and her entire body was molded, pressed down from without and up from within, under the minotaur's snarling will. Ardanis was watching mountains move.

And it was beautiful. The woman he loved was radiant with pleasure, with absolute satisfaction, her fingers weakly curling up in fistfuls of the sheets, her head thrown back, her hair a resplendent mess as her horns bobbed and nodded through it in approval. Her skin was rising in goosebumps, and with the smooth sheen of sweat it gave her the faintest impression of being wreathed in stars. Her breasts rolled up eagerly to stab hard tips into the minotaur's descending monsters, mashing together in a sloppy, rolling union that he couldn't stop staring at, and her clit was a bright red knob poking up from her devastated sex. Ardanis watched in silence. This was what he'd given her.

"Seems our boy might be ready for one more after all..." Ginger announced in nearly a purr, her voice seeming an intrusion on the union of these sexual titans. Mina barely paused in her attentions, glancing up, and the feline couldn't help but look down, rather surprised himself that he was still hard. The mouse girl's intent massage of his prostate likely helped, as did the amazing sight before him, but he doubted he could actually do anything with it at this point. He opened his mouth to tell Mina to go on.

"Sure 'nuff, I know just where to put him." The minotaur grinned and gripped Naira's hips. The cowgirl was in another realm, and she only whimpered inquisitively as the creature in her belly came to rest a moment. Mina leaned over, suddenly a toppling giant that had him leaning back tight into Ginger as she crashed down on the bed and drew Naira around.

Panting loosely and blinking, the cowgirl was finally forced to look around, still moaning at the experience of riding around on that anchor through the transition. Her eyes found Ardanis, and she smiled as if he had just shown up, but she was happy to see him. Mina's hands slid down, scooping up that fat cow rump and firmly spreading it to a coo from its owner. "Ever been in here, hon?" The bullgirl smirked conspiratorially.

The feline barely shook his head before Ginger was guiding him up with a giggle. Indeed, he needed the help getting into position, his limbs not quite responding as he expected, and he wasn't convinced this was a good idea. Mina strained down for just a moment to stroke up her own broad sack, a bare inch of her beast, and the cowgirl's wide-spread lips, collecting a thick gel of spilt juices, which she spread up between those cheeks in a thick slather. High, incredulous noises rose from the skewered bovine as she tried to clear her head, blinking around with a mumble of a question as she squirmed at the strange attention. Ardanis could only stare at that dark little fold deep between her plump cheeks as he drew closer. She'd never wanted to try it, and he hadn't pushed, though he'd been curious...

A warm hand folded delicately around his arousal, guiding it in as she pushed him close with a few firm grinds. Had Ginger really been inside him the whole time? He realized a bit incredulously that she had been fucking him gently and without interruption for rather a while now. She did take what she wanted... But his tip touched to that slicked knot of hide, and the girl's gasp matched his sudden start. He was really going to--!

Hips drove against his ass, and he felt a ring of powerful muscle split reluctantly to swallow him, a moan swelling in his throat as he was shoved deep into that incredible tightness all at once, gliding smoothly on the thick mess of juices coating both of them from their recent union. He seized at her hips, groaning shakily. "Nnfh... N-Naira...!"

She might have responded, but just that moment Mina had seized her lips in a rough kiss. And indeed, she voiced something muffled, something perhaps a little shrill as she tensed, shock stilling her. Ginger took the opportunity and guided the feline in with another heavy thrust or two, hilting him utterly in that exquisite grip as she settled in snug against his back. The shuddering feline throbbed thick against his lover's virgin walls, mind roiling with a strange sense of accomplishment, excitement, and maybe a little shame to suddenly be taking this for himself. Ginger guided him in a slow, firm grinding around that plump ass, rolling gently and steadily to work around those snug depths, to flex against the grip of her ring. When Mina finally let the cowgirl come up for air, she panted it out in a moan, and gave a single crushing squeeze around him, pulling him utterly hilted.

Chuckling slowly, Mina finally shifted again underneath the cowgirl, and that broad, smooth body spreading under his paws rolled with the impulse of Mina's powerful hips below. Not only that, but he could feel her-- buried in his lover's tailhole for the first time, he could feel the bullgirl's behemoth stirring underneath his own shaft, digging around deep in that belly, grinding up into him and drawing that snug grip all the tighter merely with its presence. Ardanis shuddered, finding his every grinding push around that delicious, sinful hole was shaped by the monstrous presence lurking just on the other side of his girlfriend's taut inner walls. To one side or the other he could move mostly freely, but straight down, he could feel the heavy creature fend him upward, and if he resisted, he thought he could feel her spongy cumvein just subtly yield as he ground down into it through that skewered cunnie. He'd never shared any woman like this, and sharing with such a creature, he felt almost furtive just pushing in a good thrust or two.

But Ginger didn't give him much chance to take Naira's anal virginity at his own pace-- he might have been twitching rather tight around her with the sensation, for she was moaning throatily and rolling into firm, rambunctious grinds on him, taking full advantage of the sloppy mess she'd left in his backside. With growing determination, she rutted him straight into that fat bovine butt, using the spring of her plumpness under his hips to swing him easily back and forth into her strokes with a lusty giggle. He would have a hard time fighting the rhythm, so he was forced to just swing into it, shuddering and gripping tight at Naira's hips as he plunged into her sweet ass faster and faster, breaking her in more roughly than he'd ever have meant to, but between the driving force attacking his own ass and the sinful pleasure surging through him each time he slapped tight to her cheeks, he could only hope she'd forgive him.

"Ready...?" Ginger purred over his ear as she suddenly plowed to a stop inside him. He barely started to form a question, panting and swaddled in guilty pleasure, when she planted a hand on his back and shoved him over. Hands found his legs, pushing and pulling him as he squirmed in confusion, sprawled on his lover's back. His legs were hooked up around Naira's, which in turn were spread around the minotaur's stout haunches below, and between all of them, Ginger slid in close, sliding up high. He only saw what they'd rigged up when the rhythm picked up again, a cacophony of fur and flesh slapping snug with brisk and heavy impacts.

Mina was spread on her back, with Naira straddling her hips. Ardanis lay atop her in turn, legs hooked roughly about hers, leaving him hanging low and spread over her rump, where he was plenty exposed to Ginger-- who had propped up on Mina's legs as the minotaur pushed her knees up, giving her the elevation to stack up halfway on top of Ardanis, on top of Naira, on top of Mina. They were stacked four high, balls deep, and the three of them were, in a way, all fucking in Mina's expansive lap as she smiled lazily over the great heap of rolling, thrusting flesh, her own notable contribution stabbing well into the core of it. And they'd coordinated this without talking? Ardanis could only faintly wonder, was this a regular thing with them? Stacking towers of humping bodies?

He could only moan out the thought, unable to shape such incredulous questions, unable to do much at all but ride along desperately with the show. His paws slid down to hug to his girlfriend as he was pounded right into her ass, and he found the most wonderful place: a realm of endless, rolling, bouncing flesh, two pairs of the largest breasts known to man (to this one, anyway) readily swallowing both his paws whole without a blink. He managed to search out his lover's fat nipples and seize the both of them, earning an earnest, passionate cry from her, and she even shoved her rear up into him as he kneaded roughly at her lushness, all while his greedy paws were buried above and pressed snug into bottomless softness below.

Indeed, nearly every part of him seemed to be buried in abject pleasure, more than he could handle or even process-- his balls, though, were growing rather sore. More than just that he was plugging away at yet another hole that demanded filling and he was laboring to ready a sufficient load in offering, his orbs were under a rather direct assault. With every crash against the cowgirl's luscious ass, his balls slapped straight to the bullgirl's monstrous counterparts-- they often lounged just under that wide-spread cunnie, fat and utterly coated with her runoff juices, which in turn were rapidly coating his nuts. He bounced off those monsters with every landing with a sharp, wet smack, fighting over the snug space to get access to Naira's sweet holes. On top of that, of course, Ginger was grinding in snug at his back, rearing up and angling in to grind well up into him, and her own plump orbs slapped against his at random with their wild bouncing back and forth. So the snug space between Naira's broad ass and Mina's rising thighs became a sordid, sloppy jungle of balls slapping sudden and heavy together, with his pair bouncing violently between one set and the other, spreading a thick mess of sexual juices as all six orbs churned to ready still more. And yet, even when it hurt, he found it only made him steel hard in his girl's ass, directly feeling all this seed boiling up in and turned on the two of them...

Mina's roar sounded the coming finale, and she forced the tempo all on her own, suddenly hammering up into the gasping, yelping cowgirl with renewed vigor, heaving that wide rear right up into his hips. The power of the assault nearly knocked the breath from him, summoning thoughts of bucking broncos as he clung to his girlfriend's backside, struggling just to stay on, though Ginger was certainly a help, seeming to ride the storm with confidence. And not only could he feel his lover lurching up into him and those monstrous balls surging up to attack his sack (he thought she even slapped at his ass once) but the monstrous piston scored at his underside through those thin walls, setting him shivering as he worked to meet the blows thrusting up into him. He was only feeling a fraction of it, he could hardly imagine what she was going through, taking the full brunt of a minotaur in total rut!

The raw feeling of that dread monolith bulging against his underside with the first fat pulse of orgasm was enough to make his own balls tighten in readiness, though he wasn't even sure he could produce anything. It was like lying snug to a tunnel as a freight train thundered just below, jarring jerks and vibrations enough to numb him a little. He couldn't help a certain sense of awe. And the fact that it was his girlfriend's womb that train was crashing into, that she was getting stuffed to the gills with monster spunk as he struggled just to hold onto her ass... might have helped, strangely, even if it did give his pleasure a bitter aftertaste.

What finished him, of course, was Naira herself. She barely started to shriek before her voice either cut off or passed into frequencies out of his range of hearing, her body arching tight as she took that artillery fire dead on. For a full three pulses she was simply taking it, in shock, before the clap followed the lightning, and she came. Hard. Her body bowed, violently, her face thrust into the top of the bullgirl's cleavage as her lower half went on total lockdown, seizing hold of his cock and strangling it even as he pounded away at her, teeth grinding. Wave after wave of crushing pressure closed around him and the minotaur both as she rode her brutal orgasm, and he was sure he was going to burst-- one way or another.

Finally, he shoved home, mouth wide open in a scream he couldn't hear, balls slapping tight to the monstrous pair pulsing below, and he stuffed his lover's backside with all that he could manage-- which, by the way his slit started to ache, was rather more than he'd expected. Ginger pounded at him mercilessly, no less, reaming his prostate and sending furious jolts of pleasure through him, prolonging his orgasm into a torturous storm of pleasure frying out his every nerve, his every brain cell, before she finally did him the kindness of slamming balls deep, settling her own heavy pair atop his, and blasting his insides with one more fresh, hot load.

That was the last thing he remembered when he woke up. His head was swimming, or maybe felt like someone was swimming through it. His body was numb, and where it wasn't numb it ached so much he wished it was. He was pretty sure his balls had literally shriveled. It took him several moments to work up the coordination to open his eyes.

The warm light had gone out, and they were shrouded in darkness, but for the blinding glow of a television screen. Slowly, Ardanis found his body, and the world around it.

He was sprawled on his side, and the softness he could pick up behind him seemed to be Naira. He gurgled and coughed a little, clearing his throat, and she perked, rubbing over his chest a little. "Welcome back, hon! You alright...?" He managed a dull murmur and leaned back, resting his head against her. She giggled faintly and stroked his arm, sighing softly. "You can sleep if you want. Ginger's just showing us their video collection."

"Actually, that's about the end of that one. We flirted some while waiting on the knot, but she got a call and had to go in a hurry. As much as she could, anyway." A smoky laugh rose somewhere behind him. "But if our kitty boy is alive again, maybe now would be a good time for the first screening of our latest addition?"

"Ooh!" Naira gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, might as well see. I don't think it'll be as impressive as the rest..." The display flickered as Ardanis gave a faint, curious groan. She combed fingers through his chest fur tenderly. "They actually set up a camera, off to one side, to catch all the fun. I guess this was a lot of firsts for us, so not bad to have it recorded, right? For posterity?" She seemed a little nervous about it. He could only sigh faintly, leaning back into her. He couldn't even judge anything right now.

The screen slowly came into focus as he stared at it dully. The room they were in flicked into view-- barely visible around the broad frame of Mina, in a state he hadn't seen before: clothed. She smirked at the camera and stepped back as Naira stepped in, apparently oblivious. She was fidgeting, glancing back toward the hallway. "Do you... do you really think this is a good idea?"

Mina peeled off her clothes, folding them briefly before throwing them in the hamper. Even after all this, it was a treat watching those assets slide into view. "Course it is. We do this kinda thing all the time."

"Really?"

"Nope." She shimmied out of her pants. "But we know our way 'round havin' some fun, and that's what's important." She grinned at the cowgirl, but she obviously didn't seem impressed. Mina stepped out of the expansive garment with a soft sigh and took her time folding it. "Look. You two love each other, right? You jus' been havin' a li'l fight. Thinkin' about whatcher doin', whatcha coulda done different, all that. If you shoulda been with him, or someone else. Right?"

"I... I guess..." Naira sat down slowly on the bed.

"Well. I c'n tell ya, there's always gonna be problems. That's jus' how people are. But some couples can pull through troubles, and some can't." Naira glanced at the doorway as, in the distance, another door opened.

"So... how is this going to--?"

"Tonight yer gonna put it all on the line. Yer about to try somethin' big an' crazy an' new fer the both of ya, and if you're strong, you'll come out of this together, 'n' stronger'n ever, with somethin' new and wonderful to connect ya." She spoke in a rush, barely understandable as she ushered Naira off the bed and over to one side, out of view.

Naira's voice came, tremulous. "But... w-what if we don't?"

Mina paused, and her expression was dark, but it was a warm smile when she turned to her fellow bovine. "You will. You got that somethin' special." Naira tried to ask something else, but she waved sharply. "Hush, he's here." She moved to sit back on the bed, taking an overly casual pose as Ardanis entered, blindfolded and led by the smirking mousegirl.

"I hope you don't mind," Ginger murmured playfully, "but I thought I'd share you with my girlfriend. We do love to gang up on the boys..."

It took Ardanis a moment to realize, engrossed in the video, that there was trembling pressure against his back. "Uh," his video counterpart burbled, "your girlfriend?" The aching feline struggled to turn, and in the pale light of the screen, he saw the love of his life, crying softly. Her eyes took several moments to rise to meet his, racked with nerves. He leaned in, and he took her lips in a deep, aching kiss, pushing his body into hers. She quivered a moment, and slowly pressed back, arms slipping close around him. She sobbed once or twice into his mouth, but he tilted his head and drew the kiss deeper, slowly threading his tongue past her lips. She sighed warmly, fingers curling, knotting in his fur.

It was physically impossible, but somehow, somewhere, she found a hardon on him, and she shifted to press snug, draining a low groan from his throat as they slid firmly together again. He was pretty sure he should have been in a coma, but somehow, she... She would always bring out the best in him. He would always do all he could, for her.

They rolled slowly, firmly together, and somewhere nearby, a smoky giggle rose.

"And I'm betting you're just the boy we need..."