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It wasn't unusual to see Oryan sitting by himself at the corner of a bar, swirling a tasty drink around in his glass and keeping himself entertained. He'd always been more of a shy fox, a marble fox at that, and it was just in his nature to keep to his own, on the rare occasions when he even went out for a night on the town at all.

It was in his nature.

Most nights now, Oryan was in the center of the dance floor, swishing his tail about and moving his hips to the satisfying beat of the bar. He was still a bit shy at first glance, but he'd learned to let go of the worries and fears that kept him from stepping out of his own shadow, and now, when he went to grab a drink, he was front and center of the bar, looking the bartender right in the eyes and giving him a sultry, playful smile.

That particular night, Oryan found himself on the dance floor in the Wander Lust Inn, swaying his body along to the music as he made his way across the dance floor and toward the bar. It wasn't the first time he found himself off the beaten path and in the deep-woods tavern, but on this particular night, he was just out to drink, dance, and enjoy himself. He'd been dancing, and enjoying every minute of it, but he was lacking in the drink department, and leaned playfully across the bar top, resting his chin in his paw and giving a dreamy smile to the bartender.

"Whatcha got on special for me, friend?" Oryan asked, his tail swishing about slowly behind him and curling around at the tip. He could see an array of bottles behind the bar, containing spirits of endless varieties and flavors. There was an especially full selection of bourbon and scotch, mostly at the behest of the bartender, who whirled around with a glass in his paw, his blue eyes narrowing on Oryan immediately.

"Any drink you can possibly fathom," the bartender replied. Orange stripes played wildly across his body, covering up a base coat of black fur and running through his flesh like random scars. White hair fell over the gaze of his deep blue eyes, and a wide smile suddenly came to his lips. "And perhaps a couple that you can't. What's your poison?"

The bartender was none other than Joshiah, the head bartender and mate of the owner, Rose. He had an encyclopedic knowledge of all things liquor, and Oryan had heard of his reputation before. "I'm feeling pretty simple tonight. Think you can just whip me up a Long Island and tell me the damage?"

"Tonight, it's on the house," Joshiah replied, gathering up two bottles in each of his paws, and one more bottle in his long, prehensile tail, having the appropriate five liquors for the five boroughs and pouring them over the glass that he set on the counter. A quick spritz of coke on the top completed the drink, and he nudged it toward his patron. "The only thing we ever take as payment here is conversation and smiles, really."

Oryan thanked his lucky stars and picked up his pint glass, pulling it to his chest with a quick wag of the tail and raising it right to his lips to take a refreshing gulp of the smooth liquid. "I've got those in spades, my friend," Oryan admitted, setting the glass back down on the bar, as the sweet concoction roused memories of a wonderful encounter only weeks before...one that he was hoping to repeat, soon enough.

**

Quiet, uneasy and unsure of himself, Oryan tapped his pawtips on the counter and looked at his slowly disappearing drink, just pretending that it would refill itself when it was done so he wouldn't have to go approach the bartender again. Downtown, the bar scene was rough, fast and unforgiving, and often times, the more timid patrons found themselves wanting drinks, instead of having them. The same could be said of the social life that Oryan was pretending to have, but that night, he was determined to get over all of it.

He had to.

"I'm gonna get over this dry spell," Oryan told himself, taking another sip at the small, stirring straw in his drink and draining it down until it made the annoying, slurping and gurgling sound that drove everyone crazy. He didn't even care enough about having a buzz to go get another drink and deal with the crowds, figuring that three stiff mixtures were a buzz enough for him. There was a bright, well-lit dance floor filled with all kinds of strangers for him to mingle with, and somehow, he was going to get past the shyness that held him back and make his way into that crowd. Determination was finally overtaking bashfulness, and Oryan tried to move his shaky, clammy paws from the bar top, tired of just rapping his claws upon it. He wanted to put those paws on the hips of a cute, sweet lady and spin her around the floor, show her a good time, and end the night in a moment of blissful passion that both of them so desperately needed. He had the plan in mind, he had all the determination in the world...

...Now he just had to get off the bar stool, and it felt like the weight of the world was sitting on his shoulders, keeping him pinned to it. Even when he finally did put a footpaw on the floor, it felt like his bones were made of paper, far too flimsy to actually carry him to the dance floor. The room felt like it was spinning, and Oryan knew it wasn't the alcohol that had him dizzied. His footpaws tried gripping the floor so that he could walk, but he felt like a snake on a piece of glass, as if he couldn't get a grip, even with his arms to balance on.

Pull it together... he thought, knowing that no one would really notice his struggles externally, but he felt like he was projecting those issues to everyone in the bar. The reality was a bit more harsh, in fact, that he wasn't really being noticed by anyone, but he was about to set out to change that. He could see bright lights coming down from the ceiling and swirling around the bar in fanciful patterns, dancing on the floor and climbing up the walls in a variety of dazzling colors, leaving Oryan bewildered. He'd heard rumors about the light shows he might see at clubs downtown, but nothing could have prepared him for the stunning display. Bodies seemed to cut seamlessly through the lights, moving around without a care as they changed colors from cool, soothing blue to bright, neon green, illuminating every person on the dance floor for just a moment, and one body stood out against the neon green, like an angel standing out in front of the bright sunlight, illuminated just for Oryan to see.

"That's her. That's my girl," Oryan whispered to himself. In the wickedly powerful glow of the neon green lights, he couldn't quite see her face, but he could see her figure illuminated perfectly. She was feminine to the "t," with soft curves that followed all the way down her hips and over to the back side of her rump, and the flowing skirt that she wore did nothing to hide her toned, thin thighs. The way she moved and twirled about on the floor, Oryan could almost get a brief glimpse of her panties beneath, but shy as he was, he felt rotten trying to do such a thing to a girl he'd never even met, and looked up her body instead, seeing that she had calm, narrow shoulders and a chest that was a little bit flat, but as she took one step forward, exposing her face to his vision, he could care less about her chest being a little lacking.

Long, flowing locks of brunette, dotted with sweat from hours on the dance floor, swung wildly about as she moved in time with the music, drawing closer still to Oryan. Bright green eyes, highlighted by a golden eyeshadow that only made them pop that much more suddenly captivated the marble fox, leaving him only to gulp as his own eyes locked with hers. _She's looking right at me...she's gotta be!_he thought in a hurried panic, trying to convince himself that it was true more than anything else, but the mysterious female did the rest for him, taking a couple steps closer, each step calculated in time with the music and moving to the beat, until she offered her paw to him.

"The dance floor is this way, cutie. Why are you standing there all by yourself?" she asked, her dainty paw hanging with a slight bend at the wrist, as if she'd injured herself. Everything she did was either sensual or adorable, and the way that they blended created a chemistry that immediately fired Oryan up.

It was now or never.

"I've never been around a club this size...it's a little daunting," Oryan admitted. The small silver fox that stood before him, still waiting, just giggled quietly at his confession. "I still don't think I'm quite used to it."

A little impatient to be away from the music for so long, the smaller female reached out with her paw and took Oryan's from his side, giving him a quick tug and yanking him toward the dance floor playfully, her tail giving a quick swish as she turned around. "Sometimes it's better to jump right in the water than to dip your feet in first," she suggested, giggling again as Oryan stumbled into the floor with her, trying not to act so aloof.

"Jeez! All you had to do was ask!" Oryan snapped back, but seeing that the silver fox only seemed to giggle at his sudden and off balance reaction, he managed a small smile in return to her. "If this isn't diving in, then I don't know what is!"

"I did ask," she reminded him, before swaying her hips into his and giving his body a gentle bump, all while another song started up. She hesitated in her movements for just a moment, and as the beat dropped again, her body started to move, as if the music was flowing right through her. She knew just how to move, no matter what the tempo of the music was, and Oryan let his fears get to him once again, his footpaws stuck to the floor as if it were made of wet cement that was drying right around his fur. He could barely sway his hips, and right away, the female took notice of it. "Still letting the size of this club get to you?"

Oryan nodded silently. After all of that, his determination came up just short, and the alcohol didn't do a thing to help him along. He felt like he was already sobering up.

"Don't worry about it...just let me lead you."

The dainty silver fox took Oryan's paw once again, stepped it a little bit closer to him, and spun around, letting the skirt that covered her rump brush across the front of his jeans as she backed herself into him. Oryan could feel his cheeks burning with a bashful blush as he let a stranger completely control his moves, but as she reached back with her free paw and gripped at his rump, giving it a gentle push to the right, and then a pull back to the left, he felt like he was actually starting to get it. It was a simple dance move, just swaying the hips in time with a partner, but with the female taking the lead, Oryan felt like he was starting to get into it, and a genuine smile played about his lips as he moved his body of his own accord. He didn't mind that the female kept her paw on his haunches, actually loving the attention, and the touch was simply electrifying.

"See? Was that so bad?" she asked, her voice sweet and taunting all at once, as if she knew exactly the way he wanted to be spoken to, without ever having met him. Now that he was moving on his own, the cute little silver fox spun back around to face Oryan, her lips somewhere between a devious grin, and a friendly smile. "The name's Aster, by the way. It's very nice to meet you, mister...?"

Oryan found a bit of that determination once again, resting a paw on her hip, just above the cut of her skirt. She didn't object whatsoever, giving him another overdue boost of confidence. "You can call me Oryan," he replied with a small giggle, and Aster tilted her head just a little bit.

"Why the laughter?" she asked, still smiling herself, moving her hips back and forth in perfect time with the rhythm. "Is my name funny somehow?"

"Not even a little bit. It's a beautiful name," Oryan said, speaking with such clarity, as if everything was suddenly starting to fall into place for him. "This is all just...surreal. Meeting you here tonight, everything going so smoothly...it's all been so much better than I ever could have imagined."

Aster frowned for just a brief moment, even if Oryan's compliment was very sweet. "Thank you for saying so...but I'm sorry you've had bad luck in the past. Sounds like you're the kind of guy who strikes out a lot..."

Oryan grunted. "More like the guy who never even swings, because he's too shy to pick up a bat."

Flattening her ears just a touch at hearing something so sad, Aster took Oryan by the paws and gazed right into his eyes, giving him a look of reassurance. "Maybe tonight's the night you shouldn't be afraid to swing for the fences..."

"Maybe I will," Oryan suggested, giving the smaller, softer paws in his own a tiny squeeze. "If you're willing to play ball, that is..."

The sudden change in character was a delight for Aster, who was always happy to help someone come out of their shell and enjoy everything that life had to offer, especially when that person was just a bit too shy to do so before. "I'm always up for a quick game," she admitted, sticking with the innuendo, "If you don't mind moving things to a smaller ballpark."

The response was still a shock for Oryan. The pair never stopped moving, still swaying their hips in time with each other and swishing their tails, letting the music flow with them, moving them closer to each other still until their hips met in the middle of the dance floor, a moment heralded by the laser lights that swirled and danced around them brighter than ever, all at the crest of the song.

"Just as long as you don't mind leading the way, Aster."

**

Small heels, a cute little collar of white with a teal ribbon tied around the middle and lovely golden eyeshadow were just some of the things that made Aster stick out to Oryan, as she walked him back to her apartment downtown. She lived right near the club, and she frequented it almost every night that she had the chance. Oryan had never seen her before, simply because he was often too shy to go and venture out into the world of nightlife, and he was still kicking himself for it, even as he followed the small silver fox back to her place. It seemed as though the stars had finally aligned for the introverted marble fox, and Aster was the shooting star that had landed right in front of him to carry him away to the heavens.

It was all too perfect, as if there had to be a hitch, but he honestly couldn't think of one. Everything had gone so well, he figured that his day must finally have come.

"Thanks for being so patient on the walk. This isn't always the best neighborhood, so it's nice to have a bigger, stronger guy around with me to keep me safe on the way home," Aster commented. Oryan never saw himself as a big or strong man, but he happily took the compliment, his lips curing into a smile once again.

"I hope that wasn't the only reason you brought me along," Oryan replied, though he gave a quick wink to Aster as he did.

She stuck her tongue right back out at him. "Like I'd really make you go through the trouble of walking me home, just to turn you away at the door? That'd be so mean...and sending away a sweetheart like you would be my loss. You're not going anywhere for a while...I'd love it if you stayed the night, in fact," she said, deciding to be a little bit blunt, just in case Oryan was as slow on the uptake as he was shy.

"F-for real? You mean it?" Oryan asked, trying not to sound too hurried or excited in his reply, but he simply couldn't help it. If everything was too perfect before, now, it was completely unbelievable.

Aster giggled as she slowed her stroll and turned up to a decent sized apartment building, five stories tall and plenty wide. Oryan gave it a quick look over, realizing just by the space of the windows that Aster lived in a loft, instead of an ordinary apartment. "Hehe...of course I mean it, Oryan. I know you've been sweet talking me all night and saying how lucky you are that I came along, but I really think it's the other way around."

The front door came open with a quiet click , and Aster guided Oryan up a long set of spiral stairs from the front lobby, a set that seemed to go on forever for Oryan, who spent the whole time resisting the temptation to look up Aster's skirt. It was like she knew what he was trying to do, as her tail always stayed just slightly lifted, flashing the cotton of her panties each and every time she took a step. He was sure that she looked back at him and gave him a grin one time when she caught him looking, and the light flush under his fur gave away that he was caught. Much to his surprise, however, Aster just kept walking, as if nothing had happened. She didn't stop until they reached the top floor, and there were only two doors there; one to the left, and one to the right. She went to the right, unlocked the door...

...And Oryan was shell-shocked. It wasn't an ordinary loft, it was massive , and it spanned easily fifty by thirty feet. Even with the kitchen, bedroom and workout space all bleeding together, everything felt incredibly spacious, and the only extra walls in the whole place were to close off the bathroom and shower, which, Oryan took quick note of, as they only had glass walls, meaning no privacy was really to be had for anyone brave enough to bathe there.

"Come on in and make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink?" Aster asked, stepping into her home and flicking her tail to the side. There was a long stairway down into the loft area, and the Oryan followed her down without a word, at first. "...Oryan?"

"Oh! Uhm...maybe just a little rum and coke," he replied, trying to think of something simple and cool to drink. He was completely enamored with Aster and didn't want to screw things up, but he had no idea just how hard she was falling for him, as well.

Aster set her keys in a small dish in the open kitchen, grabbing up a bottle from the counter without even looking at it and pouring it into a glass for Oryan. She poured herself a glass as well, and topped off each of the glasses with just a splash of cola, making her drinks as strong as she could tolerate. "Looks like we have similar taste," she mentioned as she turned back to him and offered him his glass. He took it and took a drink without so much as a second thought, having completely thrown caution to the wind at this point. Everything was going so well that he gave in and trusted Aster completely, even only having just met her. "And I see you like your drinks strong...you're taking that like a champ!"

"You mixed it up really well...it's my compliments to the bartender," Oryan tried for a witty reply, and much to his delight, Aster did reply with a chuckle. "Thank you so much for letting me stay the night, Aster. It really means a lot to me...my place was way further out than this."

"I'm not just letting you stay, Oryan..."

The marble fox raised a brow as he took another drink. "W...what?"

"You know what they say...nothing in life is free," Aster reminded him, setting her half empty drink on the kitchen counter and standing up fully from it, pressing her body to Oryan's and brushing the hair from her bright, vibrant green eyes. "I'm afraid there's a price to be paid if you want to stay the night here."

Oryan wanted Aster to pinch him, so he could wake up from his dream. He wanted to believe that all of this was really happening...that his decision to get away from his family down south, move to the city, experience new things and meet new people was finally coming to proper fruition. He just literally couldn't find any issues or faults with Aster, and that was a wonderful feeling for him. There was only one thing conflicting it, and he started to feel it as their hips met once again. This time, in the soft light of the loft, Oryan could see a bit more clearly the colors and patterns on Aster's skirt, the small tank top that showed off her slim tummy...

...And the bulge that was sticking out beneath her skirt, pressing into his own jeans.

"A-Aster...w...what is that?"

There, Oryan finally found the hitch that he'd been worrying about the whole time. Aster looked feminine as she could be, from that enticing curve of her backside to the sweet, softer facial features, to her big, bright eyes...but Oryan felt something brushing against his own growing length that betrayed all of that in an instant.

Aster was a male.

The fact that Oryan had it all figured out didn't dissuade him, however. Instead, Aster pressed on, letting his cock grind against the front of Oryan's blue jeans through his soft, thin panties. "That's my dick, silly...you've never been with a femboi before?" he asked, giggling at just how flustered Oryan became in an instant.

"No! I've never even heard of that!" Oryan admitted, wanting to take a step back, but his legs were paralyzed. He hated to admit that the feeling of something warm and stiff pressing up to his covered length felt amazing, but...he was straight. He had no attraction to other men, and yet, just at the thought of bedding Aster, he'd come all the way back to the silver fox's apartment. He didn't think he'd ever been so confused in his life.

"Well, now you have," Aster replied simply. "Are you really that surprised? Did I have you fooled the whole time?"

Everything in Oryan's mind was telling him to back away, and then run out as fast as he could, but his body held still for Aster. The silver fox had a sex appeal that seemed genderless, and Oryan found it hard to deny that the entire night, he'd been completely head over heels for him, without ever actually having known his gender. He'd just made assumptions, and as Aster leaned in a little closer, brushing the soft fur upon his cheek across Oryan's muzzle, he could feel his resistance to Aster fading away. It was all still weird to him, never having experienced such a thing, but for some reason, that original attraction he had for Aster wasn't fading...it was growing.

"Y-yeah...you really did," Oryan shamefully admitted, as if there was something wrong with him for that. "I mean...you seem really nice, Aster, and you are lovely, but...I'm straight. I mean...I can't..."

Aster let one of his soft, delicate paws rest on the crotch of Oryan's jeans, grinning as he felt a bit of a bump there. "You claim to be straight, but your body is being very honest with me...maybe you're a little confused by all of this, and I understand. You've never met a femboi...but you're curious to try it."

"But Aster...I mean it, I'm straight!"

"I won't tell anyone...it can be our little secret," Aster whispered, staying in close to Oryan's ear and speaking over it with a voice as sweet and smooth as honey, one that sounded so decidedly feminine that Oryan had trouble resisting it. The paw gripping gently at his crotch, the sweet, soft words and the warm, pleasant touch of Aster were all more than Oryan could handle, and as far gone as he was, his resolve slowly melted away, little by little, giving into Aster and his seductive wiles.

"You're...you're sure about this?" Oryan asked, and he could already feel Aster tugging down at his zipper.

His paws were swift, pushing the boxers there aside and fishing out Oryan's cock. It was already poking free from the soft, fuzzy sheath that it called home and starting to throb as it neared a full erection. "I was sure about bedding you the moment I saw you, Oryan. I'm just wondering why we're still talking when we could be on my bed, fucking each other silly..."

In the loft layout, Aster's bed really was quite nearby, and both males were already fully stiff. Oryan wasn't sure exactly how to go about things, but Aster led him on before, and he was content to keep on taking the lead. "I...I mean...sure. Let's try it."

Aster slipped the skirt around his waist down and off of his body almost immediately, but he turned away from Oryan as he stepped toward the bed, letting his tail flatten down over his fun, plaid panties. "You have to be absolutely sure, Oryan...I'm not in the business of raping people, y'know."

Oryan wanted to reclaim some of that determination he had earlier, and he managed to find just enough of it, stepping out of his jeans and walking over of the bed, standing behind Aster and letting his exposed cock sit upon Aster's tail. "I'm sure, Aster...it doesn't matter if you're a guy or not. I wanted to bed you the moment I saw you...we've come this far. There's no point in stopping now."

"Good answer," Aster quickly replied, curling the soft, fluffy tip of his tail around Oryan's cock to tickle and tease it for just a moment, before he slipped his panties off and let them sit upon the floor, careless of their presence. "You can be on top, big boy. We'll do it however you want to..."

Aster was already slipping down to the bed, his tail lifting up and out of the way in the process. He went down to a natural doggy style position, and only hesitated to grab a small bottle of lube from the side of the bed, tossing it back to Oryan. He at least knew what to do with that much, squirting a healthy amount onto his length. Aster licked his lips and watched with excitement as the shimmering cock lined up with his exposed tailhole, not even a little bit fearful of taking the delicious looking fox cock.

"I...I'm gonna..."

"Just do it, Oryan!" Aster cried back at him, licking a fang and finally whimpering with delight as the cool lubricant tickled and teased over his tight tailhole. It squished around as Oryan got over his hesitation, pressing forward until the head of his cock slid in surprisingly easily. He'd never even had anal sex with a female before, and he was shocked at just how tightly Aster could squeeze him internally. He felt like he might hurt the smaller male, but Aster pushed back all on his own, taking in even more of Oryan's cock and squeezing down around it, until he almost entirely engulfed it with his tight little ass.

Oryan wanted to cry out in delight, but he was still a bit too shy to admit that he was enjoying it so much. There was one little, wispy tendril of shame that kept him from fully enjoying everything, until Aster winked back at him and spoke in that deliciously female voice that he'd mastered.

"Fuck my tight little pussy, Oryan...let it all go and fuck me..."

With that, the gloves were off. Oryan pressed his hips forward and fully buried his cock in Aster's tailhole, getting a grip on the gentle fluff of his tail and holding it tightly in his arms. He was fully giving in, now, and past the point of caring what gender Aster was. He was having a magical evening with someone that he clicked with, and the pair were completely connected sexually, Oryan even going so far as to thank Aster by gripping his cock, reaching around and stroking the head it of gently as he humped away.

"This...t-this is actually really, _really_good..." Oryan finally admitted, as he felt his whole body shudder with delight at the sensual copulation. He found it hard to believe that anything could compare to the delightful feeling of a real pussy, wrapping and squirming around his cock, and yet, Aster was throwing that idea out the window, backing his soft, curvy ass into Oryan and meeting his every thrust. Aster let his tail curl around the Oryan's back, stroking up and down over it to soothe the tense male, helping him to enjoy the experience even further, knowing just how hard it could be for some males on their first time with a femboi. Aster himself was in a moment of pure elation, his tongue lolled out the side of his maw in lazy delight as Oryan stroked over the full, six inches of his cock, precum starting to drip and drool into the fur of his soft paws.

Just like they were on the dance floor, Oryan and Aster remained in a perfect rhythm, Oryan bucking his hips into the smaller male, and Aster pushing back against him just in time so that Oryan's sack would slap up and smack into the back of his own. "Oryan..._You're such a good fuck...mnnn! I knew I'd have fun bringing you home tonight...you gonna cum in me, big boy? Gonna pump my little pussy full of that thick, sticky fox spunk?" he asked, still referring to his tailhole as a pussy, just for Oryan's sake. Aster was a courteous lover, and a master of dirty talk, knowing just what to say to urge his partners to a climax, especially when he knew he was close to cumming himself. "I _know you wouldn't leave my sweet little pussy empty..."

There wasn't a bit of inhibition left in Oryan, now. There was only a rapidly building wealth of pleasure within him, and the desire to pound the sweet little fox in front of him into a fucked submission. "I'd never leave a sweet little thing like you wanting...I'll give you every drop I've got," Oryan declared, having fully accepted the changes that occurred within him. He didn't care that Aster had a cock; he was actually enjoying stroking the other male off, and the growing flow of precum that signaled his climax closing in. "Just return the favor, Aster...give me all you've got..."

A quick and sudden bubbling of thicker, stickier seed suddenly poured over Oryan's paw as Aster stopped denying himself any pleasure. Oryan was hitting just the right spot inside of him, and the lovely, long strokes of his cock were more than Aster could handle. A quick shot of cum sprayed across his own tummy and made a mess of the sheets, all while Aster felt a similar fluid pumping into his tailhole, filling him to the point of leaking back out. Oryan was firing off as well, his own cum pouring deep into Aster's backside.

"Oryan...you're making me cum, baby! Fill me...fill my pussy!" he cried, groaning in delight and digging his claws into his bedspread as he held his ass still for Oryan, letting him thrust away to the raised haunches until his heart was content.

"Me too, Aster...I...I'm cumming...all the way inside of you! Yes! Yes!" Oryan panted with delight as he hammered his hips away, Aster's tailhole plenty loose enough to handle the firm, rough fucking at that point. Excess cum spilled out of his tailhole and dripped down over the back of his sack as Oryan never stopped, humping Aster all the way through his own orgasm and making a terrible mess of the smaller fox, letting errant thrusts go wild and spray some of his seed across Aster's back. The small, cute silver fox simply melted at the feel of heated seed spreading over his back, letting out a rumble of absolute ecstasy as he slumped down into the covers.

Oryan slumped over him just slightly, having exhausted his hips in his powerful, sudden burst of thrusts. "Th-that...that was incredible, Oryan...mmnnnn... Hope you don't mind that I just made a mess of the sheets..."

Aster felt a hug around his hips, and he blinked, a slight flush filling his cheeks as Oryan hugged him around the hips, keeping his cock inside of him. Aster was so used to men fucking and running that he yelped in shock as he felt Oryan's thick, bulbous knot filling his tailhole, keeping the pair stuck together long after the act was actually over.

"I just hope you don't mind if I want to make a bigger mess, Aster...we've got all night, after all."