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Late at night, on the verge of an alleyway and the main, cobblestone covered street, a dark furred, lanky, dark-curled wolfess stood with her back against a building, her legs crossed and her arms crossed. A smoldering, rolled up piece of paper was stuck between her dark lips, and as another form's outline approaches along the other side of the alleyway, the wolfess's form leans forward, her muted, red gaze drifting towards it.

A white and blue dressed male canine, with a large, wide-brimmed hat, with a light-blue plumage feather jutting outward, and a dark blue evening coat, taps his cane along the ground, his clean shoes scuffing against the cobblestones in a timely fashion. Majorra's back presses into the building again, her right hand drifting upwards to pinch at the lit roll of tobacco between finger and thumb, flicking it into the nearby street-drainage, "Sorry, Tannis couldn't make it. She's off doing important business, again. What did you want, Damien?"

Damien's lips formed a polite frown, as his cane-tapping came to a slowing stop, "She isn't around? Perhaps I should return at a later day. She sounded very excited to meet with me, and I--" Majorra's back pushed off of the building and her muddied boots carried her towards Damien's form, her hands placing themselves upon his shoulders, as her muted gaze sought his, "She'll be back. She wanted me to start without her. So come on, drop the pants." Majorra's throat released a bark of a laugh, as Damien's white fur became a steady pink, his voice quivering, "M-my p-pants? Is that w-what Tannis w-wanted?" Majorra's muted gaze sharpened as her hands moved to place their thumbs inside Damien's pants' waist, sliding them outward, extending the fabric slightly, "Come on Damien, you've been flirting with every female for the past month. The city's convinced you're pent up, monsieur."

Damien's gaze closed, briefly, before they open, his eyebrows furrowing together, "Wh-what? What about Regin-ahh!" Majorra's fingertips hooked themselves upon the hem of Damien's pants, pulling them downward with a yank, or two. Her muted gaze drifts towards the frilled, off-blue breeches that covered Damien's waist and knees, her eyebrow rising, before her dark lips curl into a grin, "What. What even are these.." Damien's snout tipped upward, as his gaze closes, his lips pushing together, before his gaze drifts down, "Wait, I'm in a relation-ah!" Majorra's thin shoulders rise in a shrugging fashion, her fingers hooking into the hem of the breeches, pulling them down with one motion. Her muted gaze drifts towards the white-furred sheath of average size, her dark lips curling into a grin, "She's just as pent up as you are, monsieur. That's what happens."

Majorra's right hand drifts upward to press its fingertips against the white-furred sheath, lifting upwards in subtle motions, as Damien's form shivers, his toes within their brightly colored shoes curl outwards. Majorra's right hand presses its palm against the underside of the white-furred sheath, her dark lips curling into a smirk, "That tone changed quick." The sheath produces a pink, tapered tip, slowly expanding into an average sized maleness, just as Majorra's boots carried her form around Damien's, her hands pushing upon Damien's back, as his eyes open, "Now up against the wall. Don't want you staining my clothing."

Damien's lips part, as a soft sound escapes his throat, his form waddling towards the building, his hands lifting shakingly to press against the building's side. Majorra's right boot slides against Damien's, sliding it outward, "Mm, spread 'em, give me some room." Damien's left foot slides partially outward, as Majorra's front presses into Damien's back, as her right hand presses its palm against Damine's right hip, sliding inward, curling her thumb and fingers around the white-furred sheath, her palm slowly sliding upwards, squeezing lightly around the tapered tip.

Majorra's chin places itself upon Damien's shoulder, as his hips push forward, idly, his tapered tip leaking pre downwards, over Majorra's darkly furred fingers, matting them down.Damien's breath leaves his lips in short bursts of hot air, as Majorra's right hand curls its matted palm against the white-furred sheath, before her hand drifts upward, squeezing at the pink cock, her thumb rubbing idly into the tapered tip. Majorra's form pushes its front into Damien's back, slowly arcing his back forward, her right hand sliding up and down the pink cock, her fingertips circling the forming knot, "Shh, that's it, relax." Damien's throat releases a shuddering breath, asMajorra's dark lips curl into a grin, her right hand leaving his pink cock, as her left hand squeezes its length between her palm, her fingertips tapping lightly along the sides of the soaked pink cock, her thumb moving in soft circles upon the tapered tip.

Majorra's right hand tugs abruptly, at her own pants, her legs lifting upward, one after the other, as her muddied boots kicks them aside. Her right hand presses the damp fur of her palm against her large, reddened canine cock, slowly sliding it down to the darkly furred sheath, and up, to the tapered tip, "Mm, let it all out. Just, relax monsieur." Majorra's left hand begins to slide upwards, to the tapered pink tip, and down, bumping lightly into the forming knot, as her muted gaze closings slowly, her dark lips pushing together as a soft sigh escapes them.

Damien's hands form claws against the wooden wall, his hips pushing forward and backward in small, polite thrusts, before his eyes shut tight, his muscles tensing, and his form shuddering lightly. Damien's pink cock's knot expands to an average size, before his tapered tip releases one, two, three ropes of cum that slowly slide down upon the building's wall. Majorra's dark lips curl into a grin, as the pink cock dribbles its seed downwards, coating Majorra's grasping fingers, "Feel better?" Damien's eyes open, partially, as he nods wearily, the pink, tapered cock slowly receding back into the white-furred sheath. Majorra's right hand idly moves its darkly furred hand to the base of her large, reddened cock, and then towards the tapered tip, as her left hand releases Damien's cock, "Good." Majorra's chin slowly pushes down upon Damien's shoulder, his form slowly bending, as her cheek presses into his, her voice low and her gaze sharp, "Tannis is mine, monsieur."

Damien's gaze slowly opens, blinking twice, "What do you mean, mon chere?" Majorra's throat releases a short snort through her nose, before right hand places its thumb against Damien's rump, her fingers upon the cheek. Majorra's thumb parts Damien's pucker, partially, as he shudders lightly, "Wh-what are you doing?" Majorra's dark lips curl into a grin, "After sex exercise. Don't want you getting a cramp, monsieur." Damien's throat swallows, as his gaze lingers upon the wolfess's, before closing. Damien's snout drifts upward, as a soft sound escapes his throat; Majorra's left hand pressing the still warm and moist fingers along the inside of Damien's rump, slowly pushing forward, before with drawing. Majorra's pointer finger draws its wet tip along the outside of Damien's rump, before pushing inward and wiggling idly, "She's mine, monsieur.."

Majorra's left pointer finger pulls itself from Damien's rump, before her right hand curled around her large, reddened tapered cock, her hips slowly pushing forward, as Damien's mouth opened, an almost silent sound escaping his throat. Majorra's muted gaze slowly closes, as her teeth bare themselves against Damien's shoulder, resting there, as her left hand clasps itself against Damien's left hip, holding him. Majorra's hips slowly push against Damien's rump, the reddened, tapered tip spreading his rump. Majorra's teeth clenched, before her throat releases a soft moan, as the base of her large, reddened cock sinks into Damien's rump, her darkly furred hips against his whiter cheeks.

Majorra's breath escapes her lips in a slow huff, before her hips pull back, letting her moistened, large, reddened cock pull itself from Damien's rump, until the tip wiggled in the air. Damien's chest lifts up and drops down, steadily, slowing, before Majorra's left hand squeezes its fingertips into Damien's side, her darker lips curling upwards, as her hips slowly push forward, the tapered tip and reddened girth parting Damien's rump, "Mnnn, yes...and don't even think of using magic. I could become a dragon, monsieur..." Damien's hand had lifted upwards, forming odd signals, before it slowly falls down, his throat releasing a rough sound, as Majorra's right hand draws back and collides itself into the reddening right cheek of Damien.

Majorra's gaze drifts towards Damien's facial expression, as her hips slowly pull back, but stop half-way. Majorra's large, reddened cock's girth lay exposed, half in and half out of Damien's rump. Majorra's right hand drifts towards it, curling her darkly furred fingers around it, before wiggling it back and forth, causing Damien's lips to part, his eyes scrunching upwards, as his voice could be heard, uttering a string of French sounds. Majorra's cheek rubs idly against Damien's, before her dark lips curl into a toothy grin, her left hand pulling Damien's hip towards her, as her darker hips thrust forward, sending the large, reddened girth into Damien's rump.

Damien's lips part, as his fingers curl against the wood of the building's wall, his white-furred sheath slowly producing the pink, tapered tip. Majorra's right hand grasps Damien's right hip, her hips angling upwards, as her large, reddened cock pushes upward in time to her thrusts, a small indentation appearing upon Damien's white fur in the shape of the tapered tip. Damien's hands press against his stomach, as Majorra's long tongue hangs limply out of her mouth, between her toothy grin, "Mnn, yes, bigger...come on Tannis, bigger!" Damien's lips part in a prolonged moaning sound, as his hands clench at the white fur of his stomach, as the large, reddened cock becomes slowly larger, spreading his rump apart. Majorra's head tilts backwards, as her muted gaze closes shut, her hips slowly pushing upwards, as Damien's rump attempts to push the cock out.

A larger, tapered tipped outline could be seen, jutting out from underneath Damien's stomach, as Majorra's darker hips slam into Damien's white rump, his left hand drifting towards his pink, tapered tip, before Majorra's left hand releases Damien's hip to grasp at his elbow, folding his arm behind his own back, "No you don't, this is mine, Prrrrimes..." Damien's throat releases a soft whining sound, as his right hand drifts towards his pink, tapered tip. Majorra's right hand leaves Damien's right hip, grasping his right elbow, and folding his arm behind his back, as her hips thrust solidly into Damien's white-furred rump, "Mmmnn.." Majorra's muted gaze opens partially, as right foot collides into Damien's, scooping it backwards, his snout bumping into the stained wood of the building, his snout meeting his seed, sliding amongst it.

Majorra's hands pull the folded arms downward, as her darker hips thrust upward, her ears folding against her dark curls, "There it is.." Majorra's hips slowly pull back, as her large, reddened tapered cock slides out of Damien's rump, leaving a few spurts of pre upon the stretched rump. Damien's eyes open, slowly, as his form shudders, his rump attempting to close itself, "Wh-what is it...?" Damien's cheek presses into the seed soaked wall, as his eye's gaze drifts towards the large, reddened cock, slowly enlarging, "Mon Dieu..." Majorra's base was engorged, round in shape, an impassable sized knot. Damien's throat releases an audible sound, as Majorra's darker lips curl into a toothy grin, her lips pushing together, as her large, reddened cock lifts upward, then falls.

Majorra's hands pull upon the folded arms, lowering Damien to his knees, as her form was dragged upon his knees backwards, Majorra's tail wagging-furiously, as her rump was in the air. Majorra's left hand grasped at both folded arms, as her right hand reached outward, grasping her pants, dragging them towards her. Majorra's hands grasp each pant-leg of her pants, tying and tightening Damien's arms together, pulling back to form a bow. Majorra's hands clap against each other, before her muddied boots carry her form towards Damien's front. His gaze opens, as his mouth shuts, staring at the large, reddened cock. Majorra's muted gaze drifts down, before her left hand pinches his nose, his mouth opening shortly after.

Majorra's large, reddened tapered tip pushes forward, with her hips. The tip touches the roof of Damien's mouth, as Majorra's large, reddened cock tenses; Damien's left eye closing briefly. Majorra's right hand curls around the large, reddened cock, placing its girth upon Damien's moist nose, the tapered tip facing upward, her hips pulling back to settle the tapered tip upon Damien's nose, a splurt of pre landing there. Majorra's left hand pinches Damien's nose, mixing the pre into his nostrils, before her darker hips pull back, as her right hand pushes down upon her large, reddened cock. Majorra's darker hips push forward, and Damien's throat releases a cough, his saliva dripping over the side of his mouth, as the large, reddened tapered tip brushes against his tongue and pushes into his throat.

Majorra's muted gaze closes, as her dark lips part, a soft sound escaping her throat. Her darker hips slowly push forward, until her hands grasp the back of Damien's head, after swatting the plumed hat aside. Damien's throat releases more coughing sounds, as his gaze drifts upward, watering, his throat bulging visibly. Damien's hands attempt to push against Majorra's thighs, until her darker lips curl into a half-snarl, her darkly furred hands pushing down upon Damien's head, until his nose bumps into the engorged knot, "This, is what, you wanted, wasn't it?" Majorra's right and left foot take a few steps apart, as her rump settles upon the wall behind her, her tail wiggling madly. Majorra's hands pull Damien's head upwards, his throat spluttering, as her wet, reddened girth became visible, except the tapered tip. Majorra's dark lips pushed together, releasing a soft sigh, before her muted gaze drifts towards Damien's. Majorra's darker lips curl into a toothy grin, as her hands pull Damien's head towards her knot, while her darkly furred hips thrust into Damien's mouth, the bulge within his throat appearing, and disappearing. Majorra's muted gaze closes, as Damien's throat releases a series of coughs, saliva and pre spluttering out of the sides of his mouth. Majorra's rump bumps into the building's wall behind her, in between thrusts, her fingers tightening within Damien's locks, as the engorged knot collides into his lips, repeatedly.

Majorra's form slowly slides down, settling her rump upon the cobblestones, as her hips lift upwards, and her darkly furred hands pull Damien's head downward, with adequate force, pinching his lips between her knot's girth. Majorra's darkly furred hands pull Damien's mouth upwards, his throat taking in air in a gasp, the red, tapered tip just outside Damien's mouth. He spits upon the ground and the tapered tip, before Majorra's hands pull his mouth downwards, while thrusting her large, reddened shaft upwards. Damien's long, silky tongue runs itself along the underside of her engorged knot, before Majorra's hands pull his head upwards, the tapered tip spurting pre upon his cheek.

Damien's throat releases a cough, as Majorra's muted gaze sharpens upon him, her form pushing off of the building's wall , and her hands resting the back of his head against the cobblestone road. Majorra's right leg lifts and settles itself over Damien's right shoulder, her elbows upon either side of his ears. Majorra's large, reddened cock pulses into the night air, pre escaping the tapered tip to land upon Damien's eyelid. Majorra's knees press against the sides of Damien's head, her right hand pinching his nose shut. As he opens his mouth, Majorra's dark lips curl into a toothy grin, her left hand guiding the tapered tip into Damien's throat. Majorra's tail wags rapidly, hitting Damien's chest as her waist slowly sinks downward, the large, reddened cock bulging out Damien's throat.

Majorra's form leans forward, as her muddied boots slide outward, her legs spreading, as the engorged knot presses firmly against Damien's lips. Majorra's form rocks to-and-fro, Damien's lips becoming sore with the pressure, his throat releasing a spluttering cough, saliva coating the engorged knot. Majorra's darker hips pull upwards, the tapered tip coating the back of Damien's throat with pre, before her hips slam forward, her muted gaze closing shut, as her darker lips curl into a half-snarl, her right hand placing itself upon Damien's nose, and the left hooks its fingers upon his lower jaw. Majorra's right hand pushes up, while her left hand pulls downward, as Damien's expression shifts, his throat releases muffled words, his form attempting to roll to one side. Majorra's darker hips push forward, as the engorged knot slowly pushes into Damien's mouth, locking his jaw in place.

Majorra's head flies backward, her darker curls bouncing once, as Damien's eyes shut tightly. The large, reddened cock drains the engorged knot of cum, pulsing and rippling down Damien's throat, settling within his stomach. Majorra's form juts forward, in timed intervals, as Damien's stomach slowly rounds itself out, his belly sloshing in time to Majorra's erratic jerks. Damien's shirt's lowest buttons pop off, landing within the nearby gutter, after rolling.

After a few minutes, Majorra's form shivers, and her muted gaze opens, drifting towards Damien, "Oh, monsieur, you've eaten too much. Better bring you back home, come on, puppy, let's go." Damien's cheeks were wet with saliva and tears, and his throat was full of the large, reddened cock. The knot still held itself between his jaws. Majorra's darkly furred hands clasp the back of Damien's head, as her form slowly rises, her muddied boots taking careful steps backwards and around the corner; Damien's feet half-stepping after her. Majorra's muted gaze drifts over her shoulder, as her muddied boots carry her form around the low-stone ledge of the Tea Guild's outside, her rump bumping into the door once, then twice, as it opens. Majorra's left hand pushes upon the back of Damien's head, as her right hand reaches for the door knob, pulling it shut and turning the lock.