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Majorra's crooked, darkly furred snout rested underneath a pile of papers, her muted, red gaze closed. Her sharp teeth poked out from underneath her dark lips, as her ears idly twitched. The wolfess's lanky form was partially covered around the ankles, by her pulled down pants, and muddied boots. Her tail wags idly, as her lips pull upwards briefly, before smoothing themselves out.

Beneath her form, a white furred, male canine dressed in white and blue disheveled clothing, stared upwards at the wolfess's hips with a sleepless gaze, his throat partially bulged outward, as his lips pushed idly against an engorged knot. Damien's shirt lay partially open, its sides missing a few buttons, as his stomach protruded outward, idly making quiet sounds. His nose quietly inhales and exhales into the fur around the wolfess's thigh. His lightly furred ears twitch lightly, as Majorra's throat releases a soft sound, her dark lips parting to release a mumbled phrase.

Majorra's muted, red gaze slowly opens, as her hips pull upward, bringing Damien's head with them. Her forehead presses against the pillow, as her muted gaze drifts towards Damien, her darker lips curling upwards into a smirk, "Good morning, monsiuer." Majorra's right hand drifts downward to push against Damien's fair locks, her hips pulling lightly upward, as her form rocks forward and back. Damien's throat releases muffled sounds, as his jaw muscles slowly relax, the deflated knot escaping his lips. Majorra's hips pull upwards, her darkly furred hands drifting towards the pillow beneath her, grasping it firmly. The thick-veined, saliva-covered, deeply reddened tapered cock escapes Damien's lips, springing forward, scattering flecks of saliva and pre upon Damien's face, his eyes closing briefly.

Majorra's muted gaze closed partially, as her throat released a soft sound, her left hand drifting towards the engorged, reddened cock, grasping it and bending it in quick motions towards Damien, the tapered tip and reddened girth slapping itself wetly against Damien's cheek, "Don't go anywhere, monsieur. There'll be more after breakfast." Damien's blood-shot eyes slowly close, as his throat releases a soft sound, when Majorra's left hand placed itself upon his cheek, rubbing there, "Shh, shh. Sleep for now, monsieur."

Majorra's knees push off of the bed's sheets, her reddened girth bobbing idly, dripping its pre upon the back of Damien's leg, before her bare feet touch upon the wooden floor. Majorra's right hand pats at the top of her reddened girth, her darker lips curling into a snaggletoothed grin, "That's it, easy girl. Easy." Her muted red gaze drifts towards the kitchen across from the bed, shielded mostly by a thin, wicker wall. Her bare feet carry her into the kitchen, her right hand drifting upwards to scratch at the back of her neck, underneath the dark curls, as her form turns towards the cupboards above an old stove.

Majorra's flaccid, reddened girth hangs between her legs, shifting subtly as Majorra's hands drift upwards, her thumbs hooking into the grooves of the cupboard's handles, as her arms pull back. Her muted gaze drfts between the left and right sides of the open cupboard, before settling upon a basket of eggs settled upon a cloth. Majorra's bristled nose crinkles up, her right hand brushing its pointer finger along the ridge under her nose, sniffing once, before her right hand grasps the basket's edge, lowering it, and placing it to the side of the stove. Majorra's hands press their fingers against the cupboard's surfaces, closing them. Majorra's muted gaze drifts towards the left, an assortment of dirtied pans disturbed by Majorra's left hand pulling upon one of the handles, until it slid out beneath the others.

Majorra's left hand settles the pan upon the stove, as her muted gaze drifts towards the basket of eggs. Her right hand pinches one between finger and thumb, before cracking it against the edge of the pan, her left hand pulling the closest half away, spilling the egg into the pan. Majorra's hands settle the egg fragments upon the countertop, her form kneeling briefly, as her muted gaze squints, her right hand turning a dial below the stove towards the right, then left, before her form rises.

Majorra's right hand grasps the pan's handle, her muted gaze lingering upon the whitening eggs, as her dark lips part to release a yawn. From below, echoing up the stair well, a few knocks upon the guild's door. Majorra's tufted ears twitch, as her left hand drifts upward, opening a cupboard full of plates. Majorra's hand slides underneath one, her thumb pressing into the plate's edge, as her left hand lowers it upon the countertop, besides the pans. Majorra's tufted ears twitch, rotating in place as footsteps carried a form up the stairwell. Majorra's right hand places the pan upon the countertop, as her bare feet carried her form towards the edge of the wooden screen, her right hand placing itself upon the screen's edge, as her muted red gaze drifts towards a tall demoness with curled-back horns, tanned skin, dark green hair, and large, purple-tinted wings, was standing and staring at the sleeping body of Damien.

Majorra's eyebrows lift, as her dark lips curl into a snaggletoothed grin, "Carrera, glad it was you and not someone else." Carrera's lips curl into a smile, her emerald boots carry her form towards the sleeping form of Damien, her right hand placing itself upon his stomach, "Seems you have been busy." Her yellow gaze drifts towards the wolfess, before drifting downward, "Though I am glad that Tannis does not leave you un-equipped." Majorra's darkly furred cheeks gain a shade of red, as her right hand drifts upward to scratch at the side of her neck, her form turning partially sideways, "Yeah..I don't remember the part of the plan that stated I was to go about town with a werewolf's cock." Majorra's bare feet carry her turning form towards the stove, as her right hand curls its fingers around the pan's handle, lifting it and turning it sideways, the eggs sliding off and landing within the wolfess's left hand. Majorra's left hand lifts up and her teeth nibble into the white of the egg, before her mouth opens and the eggs slide in. Majorra's dark lips close about the eggs, as her bare feet carry her form towards the bed, pieces of white and lines of yellow appearing on the darkly furred snout.

Damien's sleeping form starts, as Carrera's hand flexes its fingers against the taught fur of his stomach, before her finely crafted boots carried her form towards the front of the bed, her form placing its knees upon the wooden floor. Carrera's yellow gaze drifts towards the wolfess, who rested her rump upon the wooden screen, her hands resting upon either side of her hips, her muted red gaze lingering upon Damien's form, before her snout releases a snort, her dark curls shifting as she shakes her head, "I'll go lock the door, wouldn't want anyone else showing up." Carrera's full, wet lips curl into a soft smile, "Do not be too long."

Majorra's head nods, twice, before her bare feet carry her form past the wooden screen, her right hand catching its palm against the stairwell's railing, her bare feet rapidly carrying her form down the stairs, her enlarged, reddened cock bouncing idly between her hips. Majorra's form rounds the second half of the stairwell, her bare feet carrying her form down the last three steps, as her bare feet touch upon the wooden floor. The elongated table in the center of the room was covered in an off-blue tablecloth, the four wooden chairs upon each side empty. Majorra's bare feet carried her form past the corner of plant life, before her right hand settles upon the the handle of the guild's door, her finger and thumb twisting a knob, and her right hand attempting to turn the unmoving handle.

Majorra's dark lips curled into a snaggletoothed grin, before her form turned about and moved towards the stairwell, her right hand reaching out to grasp the railing. Her bare feet carried her form upward, as her left hand reached upward to rub its pointer finger underneath her nose, twice. Majorra's pointed ears twitched, once, as her bare feet near the top of the stairs, her muted red gaze drifting towards the top floor's bed. Carrera's smoothened face was settled between Damien's legs, as his white furred toes curled upwards, his hips lifting in a slow, steady fashion.

Majorra's dark lips curled into a grin, as her bare feet carried her form towards the bedside, her rump settling upon it, her back near the rise of Damien's stomach. Majorra's muted red gaze lingered upon Carrera's wet, full lips, as they rippled upon the wettened sack of Damien. Damien's small, pink tapered tip wiggled out of it, as his nose inhales deeply, his bloodshot eyes partially open. Damien's tongue hung itself outside, upon the right side of his parted lips. Majorra's muted, red gaze closes partially, as her engorged, reddened tapered tip twitches, once, then twice, as her cock slowly curved itself upward. Her right hand presses its palm against the side of her engorged, reddened cock, her thumb pressing lightly upon the tapered tip, as her darkly furred fingertips rubbed idly into the opposite side of the reddened cock. Majorra's right hand squeezes lightly, as her engorged, reddened cock becomes stiff, her muted red gaze closing briefly, "You always smell so good, Carrera.."

Carrera's wet, full lips part as her forked tongue wiggles itself against Damien's sack, her tanned face slowly lifting, as her forked tongue wiggled itself against the emerging pink of Damien's tapered cock. Carrera's hands ease their fingers into Damien's thighs, as her back straightens briefly, her wet, full lips parting and enclosing about Damien's pink, tapered tip. Damien's blood-shot gaze flutters once, his stomach gurgling audibly. His white-furred tail idly lifts itself up, and places itself down upon the bed sheets. Carrera's tanned hands trace their fingers and thumb up Damien's thighs, settling upon his stomach, spreading her fingers outward upon the rise of white fur, her yellow gaze partially closing. Her wet, full lips pushed down upon the emerging, pink, tapered cock, before pushing downward, closing about the pink cock.

Carrera's lower lip pushes upward, as her upper lip pushes downward upon Damien's pink cock, her tanned drifting their palms upon the rise of white fur, moving in idle circles, as her tanned face pushes downward. Damien's throat releases a strained sound, his teeth clenching together. Majorra's red gaze lingers upon Carrera's wet, full lips, her right hand squeezing the engorged, reddened cock near her darkly furred sheath, her right hand pushing it to the right and to the left, before drifting its palm upwards, squeezing lightly upon the tapered tip, which released a few steady drips of preseed.

Damien's throat releases a startled bark, as Carrera's stretches open, her forked tongue pushing against the underside of his sack, as her full, wet lips enclose about the small, pink tapered cock and the sack beneath it. Damien's hips trust once, then twice, in rapid concession, his toes spreading outward, as his legs shake, before laying limp, small driblets of cum escaping Carrera's lips. Carrera's forked tongue swirls about the bottom of Damien's white furred and matted sack, curling outward to scrape at the seed dripping down her jawline. Carrera's yellow gaze sharpens, lingering upon the rise of Damien's stomach, as his bloodshot eyes close, his chest lifting and falling in a steady fashion. Idle snorts and snores escape his snout, and Carrera's hands spread out amongst the rise of Damien's stomach, red and purple sparks emitting from her hands, before slowly dying out.

Carrera's head lifts up, her wet, full lips pulling the limp, pink, tapered cock with the motion, its surface cleaned with saliva. Carrera's forked tongue draws itself along her wet, full lips, before her hands lift from Damien's stomach, a sigh escaping her throat, "He didn't have enough." Majorra's darkly-furred ears perked up, as her right hand squeezes upon the knotted lump before her darkly furred sheath, her right hand pushing and pulling against her engorged, reddened cock, its tapered tip slapping against the bed sheets below, "I-I could help with.." The wolfess's form pushes her rump off of the side of the bed, as her boots clunk against the wooden floor, as her tail wags furiously behind her form. Majorra's right hand slides itself rapidly across the reddened, engorged tapered cock, squeezing itself upon the base and the tapered tip with each stroke. Carrera's yellow gaze drifts towards the wolfess's form, as her right hand lifts up and curls its palm against the darkly furred sheath, "Tannis makes the best illusions, but we need this to be real." Carrera's right hand emits red and purple sparks, and Majorra's engorged, reddened cock's veins gain an off-purple color, spreading themselves between the forming knot and the tapered tip, a heavy musk emitting from it, and the darkly furred sheath's form was covered in fine, dark hairs.

Majorra's muted red gaze closes slowly, her dark lips parting as her engorged, reddened cock flexes itself upwards, once, as Carrera's right hand drifts upwards, her fingertips brushing alongside the thick, purple veins, her yellow gaze lingering upon the tapered tip. Majorra's feet lift up and press themselves against the wooden floor, her legs further apart, before her right hand grasps at the midsection of the engorged, reddened cock, her palm sliding up to the tapered tip and down against the forming knot in a rapid motion, her darkly furred lips curling upwards, revealing her clenched teeth. Carrera's yellow gaze lingers upon the tapered tip, before her mouth opens, her forked tongue flicking itself once, then twice against the tapered tip. Majorra's form rocks forward upon the soles of her bare feet, her tail hitting itself against her rump's cheeks, before her throat releases a short bark, her gaze closing shut, and her voice echoing off of the upper floor's walls, "Ffffffffuuuuckk!"

Majorra's knot widens, before her right and squeezes about the middle of the engorged, reddened cock, her tapered tip releasing its strands of seed, hitting Carrera's left eye, forehead, right eye, nose, nostrils, and right cheek. Carrera's mouth stands agape, as her right hand lifts upward, drawing the handfuls of seed from her facial features to her mouth, her wet, full lips enclosing about her fingers. As her right hand leaves her mouth, Majorra's rump collides into the wooden floor, gently, as her form lays itself flat, her back resting against a nearby cushion, her engorged, reddened cock remaining upright and curved, "Damn..sorry for the mess. It's hard to aim that thing." Majorra's chest lifts and falls steadily, her dark lips parting, as her muted, red gaze open partially.

Carrera's right hand drifts upwards, drawing its fingers down her forehead, making thick lines of seed upon either side of her finger's path, before her right hand settles its fingers within her mouth. Carrera's wet, full lips enclose about them, before her right eye opens partially, "I can't blame you. It requires practice, but I'm certain that this amount will do. Thank you." Carrera's wet, full lips curl into an alluring smile, before her knees push against the wooden floor, her form rising and turning towards Damien's sleeping form. Carrera's sticky hands place themselves against the rise of Damien's stomach, its white fur rippling rapidly. Damien's throat releases a soft sound, as his form subtly shakes, round balls moving across his form, underneath the fur and flesh, stopping underneath his chest, legs, and rump. Damien's stomach slowly deflates, as Carrera's hands stretch their fingers outward, drawing their sticky fingers along the white fur.

Carrera's right hand drifts towards Damien's belly button, her right pointer finger drawing a circle of matted fur around it, her finger making long, delicate strokes outward from the circle. Carrera's right hand's palm presses into the drawing of matted fur, her voice low and tinged with darkness, "Oep mgl je m ealj, bnwl mi ejl. Bewl rmh oep nbb jeh rmwl." Carrera's hand shifts its tanned tone to a darker purple, light, red and purple flames rolling between her fingers, as Damien's white fur shifts into a shade of pink, his snout being lined sparsely with black specks. His arms thinned and stretched outwards, as did his legs, his pads upon his sole and heel becoming lightly tinted with a pink shade. Damien's tail softens as it expands subtly, the fur before the tail's tip becoming tinted with pink, a ring of heavy pink surrounding the tip, which remained white.

Damien's stomach, inner thighs, neck, and lower half of his snout, become a softer pink, the fur gradually shifting to an off-white pink. His ears stretch upwards, becoming longer, the rounded tips sharpening into a point. Damien's nose becomes smaller, subtly pointed, and black, as the white fur from above his nose becomes a solid pink, his eyes softening, as his eyebrows thinned and slanted themselves subtly upwards. The fur from his elbows down, becomes a dark pink, then lights into an off-white pink around his fingertips. The fur from his elongated legs, near the middle and downwards, becomes a darker pink, then lights into an off-white pink around his toes. Damien's chest becomes pronounced, his breasts rounding, as light pink rings appear around his nipples. Damien's coarse locks soften, curls of pink locks falling in front of his closed eyes, and fall about his shoulders.

Carrera's right hand lifts from Damien's off-white furred stomach, her wet, full lips curling into an alluring smile, before her yellow gaze drifts towards the sleeping form of Majorra, her engorged, reddened cock laying idly against her upper thigh, her limbs sprawled outwards, and her dark lips parted. Majorra's tongue hangs idly out the side of her mouth, her chest lifting and falling steadily. Carrera's yellow gaze drifts towards Damien's form, before her bare feet carry her form towards the stairwell, her right hand placing itself upon the railing, as her form descends, "But why a fox, and not another wolf, Tannis..?"