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It had been weeks upon weeks of hard work to get where he was now. With bribing informants, scouring libraries, listening to witnesses and sailing to unknown isles, this was the hardest and most grueling search Bradley had ever been a part of. But it had all paid off.

Bradley was the lonely kind of pirate. His ship, the Azure Depths, was a special vessel, being powered by a magical contraption that was able to convert the energies of a Kraken's Pearl---a mineral found within the depths of the ocean full of magic---into movement. A truly wonderful contraption that would power the ship for a good twenty years before requiring another Pearl. It wasn't like Bradley had chosen to work alone. The 32-year-old pirate adventurer had the most misfortune one could get, having been cast out of three crews after the bad eggs tried a mutiny. Didn't really do wonders for your reputation.

Since then, he'd had small spurts of luck, his ship being one of them. Just laying there in a cavern, dusted over and forgotten, waiting for him to find. And now, his luck was roaring up again.

He had found the Queen of the Ocean. The Goddess of Storms and Seduction that had been terrorizing these waters. Hoisting the net on deck, Bradley grinned from ear to ear as he saw the pink and red shape being lowered on deck, a tangle of elegant tail and curvy woman. It had taken him quite some effort. A trap of treasure, disguised as an offering. The net was also especially strong yet soft, made of an aquatic sink that soothed the skin it touched. What had appeared to be a tapestry with treasure had been a trap.

The treasure fell out of the net, clattering on the wooden deck of the Depths. But then their eyes met. Those wonderful elegant eyes, filled with confusion and even curiosity. Her curves came into view a bit more, her upper body bound as her tail seemed to slither more freely. Somehow, Bradley felt his cheeks redden as he cleared his throat and looked away, opting not to fasten her tail. He shouldn't look at her, lest she would seduce him, like the divine trait she embodied. A choice that would change his life forever.

The goddess could clearly read his mind, the attraction he inexplicably felt for her, the loneliness of his life, the good man hiding underneath a layer of practicality and rough events. Bradley approached, not saying a word as he began fiddling with the mechanism that held the net semi-aloft, dropping it very gently onto the deck. "There we go." He finally spoke. "Sorry for this, ma'am. But I have come to collect you. You've been causing quite a stir if the stories are to be believed."

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Electra, a mermaid goddess of Storms and Seduction, lived a solitary life. She'd fallen out of favor with the humans, having once been considered the Queen of the Ocean. Now, they thought she brought the storms that destroyed everything and killed off sailors. It wasn't true, considering Electra was very solitary and didn't use her powers at all in years, but it hadn't mattered. Her name was associated with storms, so people believed that.

Honestly, Electra had expected the trap she'd fallen into. Many people were hunting her, intent to somehow force her to change the tides and stop the storms. The truth of the matter was, if a goddess could die, she'd gladly have taken that option. Instead, she figured if someone caught her, then at least there would be less time she had to spend avoiding the constant traps.

Being hoisted onto a ship, Electra had to admit she felt confused. The top half of her was bound in a net as she stared at the human before her. She couldn't help but smirk as the man's cheeks reddened. It wasn't an uncommon reaction. Mortals tended to think she must not be very pretty to be a goddess of storms and seduction. The rumor Electra had heard was more that if she had to use powers of seduction, then she couldn't possibly be attractive. But then, Mortals truly knew nothing of her. It wasn't her who was causing the storms, on the contrary, she tried to quell them. Poseidon was an angry god who loved his powerful, killing storms.

One of her least favorite powers was the power to read minds. Normally it was a hateful thought, but not in the case of this stranger. He was almost kind despite his words. There was almost an instant attraction between the two of them, and deep down, he seemed like a good man. Electra could see he craved a woman's touch. Despite being tied up, her unnaturally long tail closed the distance between them and she softly touched his shoulder. She spoke in a soft voice, absentmindedly letting her tail touch him.

"And you believe everything you hear, do you?"

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Wasn't she afraid? The people who had hired him would kill her for sure, or worse, use her as some kind of prop to show off to the pompous bastards with too much bloody cash. No, instead, she seemed rather calm about this entire thing. What truly made his mind spin though was the way the goddess' eyes seem to soften a bit after the sparks flew. Bradley didn't know his mind and feelings were read, nor was he aware that his attraction to her was clear as day for the tailed mistress.

So, not aware that he was already on the back foot, Bradley startled when her tail touched his shoulder, the wet scales slightly drenching the brown fabric on his shoulder. Her voice soothed him, the man still on guard but relaxing slightly. He couldn't help it, her tone was just... nice. Plus, the little jolt of mutual attraction helped a bit too. He silently continued working for a moment after her question, thinking a bit. However, he didn't remove her tail. It didn't matter to him that she was a mermaid. She was an attractive woman that he somehow felt a connection with. A connection he silently and secretly craved more of. Or maybe not so secretly due to Electra's powers.

"It's all I got to go on." He finally said, his voice a bit softer and kinder. Bradley began approaching the net with the intent of moving her towards the center of the deck. "People say you're the one responsible for these storms, making a ruckus and a half."

The closer he came, the more freedom Electra had to touch him. "I'm not an unreasonable man, ma'am. But there must be a reason why people are chasing you for months, right? Tell you what, I'll hear you out, listen to your side of the story. After I made sure you're not just using this conversation to slip away with that lovely tail of yours." Electra could hear Bradley chuckle softly, the pleasant sound flowing nicely with the sound of the waves in the background.

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Due to her persecution, it suddenly occurred to Electra that it had been a while since she'd had any contact, sexual or otherwise. So she took advantage of the fact that the man made no real efforts to hide his attraction to her. His distance made it a little difficult with the way she was bound, but Electra wasn't about to waste a chance at some form of intimacy.

As he came closer to her, her tail wrapped around him more, almost into a hug involving her tail alone. It seemed to be making a difference despite the fact that her tail was soaking him slightly. She couldn't help that she'd just been pulled from the water, and he didn't really seem to mind much. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying her touches.

"Why would I do that?" Electra asked curiously. "First off, I'm a goddess, I can't be killed. Second, I don't really see a reason to fight. You're not the first to attempt to catch me, nor will you be the last." Electra pointed out softly. His chuckle was nice, though she found it odd that he truly believed she wanted to escape.

"Either way, you mortals will believe what you wish to. Catching me or attempting to force me to do things will not change anything. Well, it will actually, those storms you all blame me for will be a lot worse without me there to try to quell them, but you see what you wish."

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Under normal circumstances, Bradley would've quickly stopped the tail curving around and wrapping around him. And it did cross his mind. But before he moved to shrug off her tail finally, her words made him pause. Now it was his turn to look at her with confusion. Her voice didn't sound like she was lying, plus she seemed very relaxed under all of this.

Looking at her again, he found himself looking into those gorgeous eyes, only looking away again when he realized he was staring and almost wandering too close. "A... goddess? So the rumors are true then... you don't sound like you're lying, at the very least." The part that he wasn't the first nor the last to catch her did sting a bit, although Electra could also hear some relief when she said she couldn't be killed. It was something he'd been worried about, her getting hurt when he would catch her or hoist onto the dry wooden deck. "Ah, so my trap wasn't as clever as I wanted it to be. Heh, should've figured."

Bradley coiled some rope when Electra dropped the bomb. The man stopped and turned towards her, reflexively putting a couple more steps towards her. "Wait, you were trying to quell them?" He asked, rubbing his chin. That would explain a few of the older legends and books he'd found. The ones that spoke of an ocean-dwelling beauty that calmed the seas and made many a sailor swoon in distant adoration. Well, guess the ''distant'' part wasn't too applicable in this case. "I see... that makes a lot of sense."

While he was thinking, Bradley looked her in the eyes once again, this time unaware he put a step towards her as he lost himself in her beauty. And another step... and another...

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Electra could sense the man's confusion. It was a typical reaction, but honestly, she was more surprised he was actually seeming to consider her words. Most of the time, nothing she could say would change anything. Most mortals were not very open minded. She was considered evil because most people had forgotten what her true purpose was anymore. She was a lesser goddess, and others considered her evil.

She blushed as he stared into her eyes for quite a while. She giggled as he talked about how his trap wasn't that clever. "Not really, but to be fair, I let you catch me." Electra teased. "It gets... tiring to hide all the time. Also, lonely." Electra pointed out softly. "Besides, you mortals can't do anything to me that would be half as bad as if I let Poseidon catch me. Sometimes it's safer." Electra admitted softly.

She couldn't help but smirk at his confusion. Mortals always assumed she was awful, not worthy of life or her goddess status. "I really don't know why you people believe Poseidon is such a good god. He's like a petulant child, always angry for one reason or another. He's also one of the popular gods, so people don't see what he truly does." Electra said with a sigh.

As he wound up closer and closer, Electra pulled her tail in until she was hugging him, their bodies pressed up against one another, her long black hair flowing freely.

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Bradley was a man that valued camaraderie, humor, intelligence and wit. There was a reason he'd scoured the older libraries he could find. People's opinions were malleable, after all. The crews and people he'd met on his journeys taught him that much, at least. Out of all the people that caught her, Bradley was one of the ones that was most likely to listen to her.

Brushing his hair back, he began to notice the tail, absentmindedly pushing it a tiny bit before being distracted by his catch again. "Safer to be caught by humans than to let Poseidon catch you, you say? Damn, he must be a piece of work then. Especially if he has such an anger problem. I think I believe you, what you say about him does coincide with the book I... found... ins---oh oh..." His voice trailed off as his mind caught up with his current entanglement. Only then did he realize that he was bound by her elegant tail, his body pressed against her voluptuous form, her breasts forming sweetly against his chest above where her tail held him.

For a few moments, Bradley's face paled, Electra able to notice a slight sliver of doubt. He had captured her, was she mad? Did she want to take revenge? But as he saw her warm and sultry smile, the soft embrace of both her arms and tail around him, he relaxed.

The question to have her release him died on his lips, Bradley instead moving his face towards her hair and nuzzling it. He would've used his hands, but seeing as Electra's coils and embrace held him close, his face was a better option. The man hummed, the mermaid goddess feeling him relax. One advantage of coiling all around him: She could feel everything. Every muscle, every breath. Just as he felt far more of her than he would've with another woman. "I see. You're not a malicious goddess, are you? Although you are a gorgeous one." He softly said, his face taking on a rather deep blush as he felt their bodies shift and pulse. His temperature was rising, and his body was reacting to the possibility of a willing woman to... get naughty with.

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Electra couldn't help but giggle as she noticed how Bradley managed to train off mid sentence. It was rather cute, the pirate caught in the moment. He was actually handsome, despite his scars. "You like research don't you?" Electra asked curiously. "Most mortals just go with whatever they're told growing up." Electra mused softly.

Electra let out a soft pleased moan as his face nuzzled her hair. Her top half was still bound, but having him close, Electra could tell he was relaxing and beginning to welcome her affections. She slowly released her wrap around him, using her tail to help rid the man of his clothing. She could sense that his attraction to her was becoming harder to fight off thanks to her own advances.

"How could I be malicious when I let you catch me?" Electra reminded him softly, moving to rid his clothing quicker now. "Don't you want me?"

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Well, guess they now captured each other. Bradley couldn't say he disliked the notion. It was a bit difficult to think at all with that mind-numbingly beautiful woman hugging him and smiling so cutely that he thought his heart would melt instantly. And she just talked further like nothing happened. Gulping, he nodded. "I learned to think for myself." He explained. "Better to be 100% sure and look at all the evidence you can that to get to the wrong conclusion."

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Bradley softly smelled her hair, his breathing quickening when he heard the goddess utter a soft pleased moan that was way to sinful. Instead of holding him tight, he now felt her tail twirl and twitch and flick. And somehow, he felt his belt buckle loosen, his pants subsequently whisked away and discarded. Bradley groaned softly, trying to keep the lust out of it. But it was no use. And then she asked the question that signaled the start of the end. "I... I would be a fool if I didn't want you." He said, softly as his shirt was unbuttoned and carried away. With the coils a bit looser, his arms embraces her waist and rested on those curvy hips, the man's body becoming hotter and hotter as his groin began to stir and his manhood began to grow more rapidly. "My whole body and mind want you... Oh god..."

The last vestiges of his resistance were melting away fast in the face of her affectionate advances.

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For her part, Electra wasn't one to deny she craved sex. She was a goddess of seduction, who had been in hiding for quite a while. Not to mention the pirate was handsome, and she wanted this. Not that it was all that hard for Electra to seduce whoever she chose. In this case though, she'd chosen her rather handsome captor.

In the moment, Electra couldn't help but think humans wore too many clothes. It was a little tedious undressing her chosen lover. But thankfully, it wasn't too hard for her. She'd had plenty of time to learn how to use her tail like hands, for situations like this. And then she heard him openly admitting he'd be a fool not to want her. Electra could tell that he was almost completely worn down, especially with their bodies so close together. His hands on her hips, finally he was exploring her, if only a little bit.

"Mmm, yes?" Electra said almost innocently, as if she didn't know what she was doing to the man as he had said oh god.

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It was only when Bradley was almost entirely naked, that he realized that he hadn't been the one trapping Electra. No, she's been trapping him. Choosing him and catching him in a net that was far more difficult to deny than any he could've used. His voice got more heated by the second, the man looking towards the amusement and want on her face. The sailor's hands tensed, grabbing her hips firmer as he tried to press her closer to him. A last-ditch effort before he would lose his mind. To stop her from removing his underpants, the last piece of clothing on him.

Which did as much good as you would expect. Her voice and the response he got from the 'oh god' made him gasp, his body giving one last tensing as the last piece of his clothing was deftly gotten rid of and thrown onto the deck.

He was now completely naked against Electra's already naked form. Well... mostly naked. Bradley looked at her, a fire burning in his eyes. Desire, want, the need to just have fun with somebody that appreciated being with him. He wanted her.

Slowly, one hand rose up to remove the two flower-like coverings that hid Elekra's nipples, the only bit of clothing that he could remove easily. Throwing them away, his other hand slid up, resting at the small of her back. "I... hhmmm..." Oh, screw this. She wanted him, he wanted her. There was no need holding back any longer. And with that, he pulled her close, her now naked breasts against his chest as he kissed her with a needy but playful growl. He was hers.

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Electra had to admit that there was an insane amount of lust between them. Sure, she had picked up on his immediate lust for her, but she felt it too, a draw towards the sexy pirate who'd captured her. And well, the rest was just natural. Electra had intended to give them both what they wanted.

The look on the pirate's face, full of desire and need, only turned Electra on more. She loved being wanted, and the pirate had wanted her from the start, not just her imposing her will on a man. He removed her nipple coverings, flower-like things before he moved closer to her.

Finally, the pirate took some form of control, pulling her in close before they were kissing rather passionately, full of desire and need for one another. When she pulled away from the intense kiss, Electra couldn't help but smile. "I should probably know the name I'll be screaming." Electra mused softly, smiling at him.

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If there was one thing Bradley would agree with Electra about, it would be the fact that it felt natural. He wasn't weak-minded by any stretch, but a natural attraction this strong would challenge even the strongest of minds. The moment they were looking in each other's eyes, he saw his flame fan hers, her body also getting ready for a long night of loving.

And then, they were kissing. Soft perfect lips on his more coarse ones, her satin soft skin on his, the scars he'd accumulated over the years delicately brushing against her curves. The man was panting softly when they broke the kiss, and when she smiled at him, he finally smiled back. A gentle smile, with so much relief behind it, that he could feel it to his core. Bradley hadn't realized just how much he needed this.

Chuckling softly, he traced her gorgeous face with a thumb, gently touching those fin-like ears. "The name you'll be screaming is Bradley. Bradley Morend. Although you can just leave it at 'Bradley'. Easier to scream." His eyes wandered down at her chest, glancing at the rest of her body writhing and coiling around him. "And what name should I be grunting and shouting from the ship? Books and people can be wrong, after all." He asked. Bradley had an inkling of what this beautiful being's name was, but he wanted to be sure.

By now, his manhood was fully erect, cheerfully pulsing against Electra's belly, as if waiting for the festivities to begin.


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As the others fled and released their hold on their prisoner, Belial knelt on the ground next to the prince, running a huge, clawed hand through those golden curls. "I am indeed Belial, but I'm afraid I have no interest in treating with your father---or in doing much to him besides roasting him over a spit," he said. "But if I were so inclined, little prince, I wonder how much value you would have to him."

He'd seen Desmond a few times in the fighting, and had been surprised by how fast and sprightly he was, his delicate form dancing away from blows that should have split him open. It was one of the things that had interested him so much in the prince. The fighting practiced by demonkind was brutal and straightforward and his observations of humans had shown they were much the same. But this boy fought like a dance, with a kind of beauty that had drawn the Demon King's eye. It made him wonder, once again, why his father had thrown him so carelessly away.

"Luckily, pretty little prince, I think you will in fact have some use to me." His hand closed over the boy's forearm, tight enough that he could feel Desmond's pulse through his clothes. "I think you will be a most fitting companion to share my bed."

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With. He had meant to say, with, but his thoughts were so addled, fear and lust and shame all jumbled together as the gargoyle looming over him giggled and made Desmond shiver. He didn't like the one who had licked him, loathed that he was shaking, showing fear in a way his father would have assigned as just one more weakness on his part. One more failure. Humiliation burned his cheeks hotly, his body curling in on himself as much as possible only to jerk in surprise when the Demon King struck the other demon. The violence should have terrified him, and it did, to a degree. It also made him feel like perhaps he wasn't going to face the dire situation he had feared. His secrets could remain secrets. He would be a political hostage, that was it.

The way Belial said ''mine'' had that thought uncertain though, and he gazed up at those burning eyes, uncertain of what he read in the other male's gaze. Possession, keen interest, heat, but was it battle lust or something else? Desmond realized belated that he was free, as the other demons fled, but that he had remained sprawled on the ground, breathing unevenly and dazed. He should have scrambled to his feet, should have sought to reclaim his rapier though he doubted the light blade could have done more than scratch the powerfully built demon before him. So he stayed frozen, caught and uncertain, cheeks hot and gray eyes full of uncertainty.

Closer the crimson skinned demon came to him, and then a large, claw tipped hand was in his sweat soaked, rumpled curls, touching him with a shocking tenderness that threatened to undo him in ways the pinning against the ground hadn't. Though if this particular demon did that, Desmond wasn't sure he would have struggled the way he should. Swallowing thickly he focused on the present, wincing at the notion of his father murdered and roasted like food. He might be a shame to his father, but he didn't wish him dead; just more understanding, just to look at him, at least once in his life, and claim to be proud of him. Shaken by the emotions and physicality of the distressingly attractive demon so near him Desmond didn't guard his tongue the way he should have. Instead he snorted softly at the notion of value. "I am the shame of my blood, I have no value." Inhaling he gave a shake of his head, "He wants my cousin as his heir, not me. I was expendable, to test your strength."

A bitterness shone in his mist hued eyes, accepting that he likely would suffer his father's fate first. Give the demon king a taste for royal flesh. Praying for a swift death he found himself gaping up at the other male, mouth parted in shock at the fact he had been called pretty---men were suppose to be handsome, not pretty---and then that he could have use. That massive hand closed around his forearm easily, and he only then tried to jerk away out of instinct. Crimson surged into his cheeks as his pulse raced at the notion of sharing the demon's bed. His bed. "No... no, men don't... that isn't done... I couldn't... I wouldn't be pleasing, I've only ever been a disappointment." He had already revealed that he had no value to his father, by rights he should be thrilled that Belial wanted to do something other than feast on him.

But he had been taught to fear the shame of his own longings since he could understand why he shouldn't kiss a boy, shouldn't linger to watch the squires, shouldn't fantasize about being pinned up against a wall by a knight. He twisted, trying to liberate his arm to no avail, his cock twitching in his breeches at the notion of being Belial's even as he tried to deny it.

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Belial watched Desmond with a mix of emotions he couldn't rightly put a name to, a mixture of lust and aggression and something he was less accustomed to, something strangely tender, especially when the prince confessed that his father thought so very little of him. Belial had already suspected as much, but to hear that the prince was so aware of his lack of worth to his sire surprised him. And the tone in his voice when he spoke of his shame made Belial want to gut the old human king even more.

Running the blunt back of a claw over the boy's cheek, Belial murmured, almost to himself, "My kind breed rarely and with difficulty. To care so little for one's offspring is a travesty." There was little emotion in his rumbling voice, but his heavy tail lashed behind him, back and forth, giving away more of his feelings. Demons valued their children, even the ones that didn't fit their intentions. They were rare and hard to come by, so much so that he'd heard tales of demons stealing human children in the night---though he gave little credence to such stories. Humans were delicate creatures, not fit to be raised alongside his own kind.

He laughed aloud when Desmond told him he wouldn't be pleasing, a deep, booming sound that shook his large chest and reached down his other hand to slide under the human's leg, hauling him into Belial's lap with ease. He released the boy's forearm briefly, only to bring one arm around Desmond and pull him close to his chest.The Demon King was wearing little in the way of clothing. Like most demons, his skin was thick enough that it took magic or great skill to forge a blade that could pierce it. He wore a heavy fur and leather loincloth that covered his hips and upper thighs, but the rest of him he'd left bare to the elements, a challenge and a boast all at once. The prince was crushed against a wall of heated skin and underneath it, a thick layer of muscle.

"You already please me, beautiful boy," Belial rumbled, leaning in to lick a hot stripe across the prince's cheek with an abnormally long black tongue. "Your beauty pleases me. Your fear pleases me." His hand traveled downward, cupping the prince's cock briefly through his pants with surprising delicacy. "Your desire pleases me. I will teach you everything you need to know to bring me pleasure in bed. You need think of nothing other than pleasing me---that is your worth now."

There was a mix of promise and threat in those words, as the demon's hand moved away from between the prince's legs to caress his cheek. Already, his blood was heating at the thought of everything he could do with his new bedmate. He wanted to see those lovely gray eyes widen with delight---and fill with tears. He wanted to be gentle, to learn what the prince craved---and to pin him as the others had moments ago and begin the process of breaking him in here, on the bloodstained battleground.

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A shiver coursed down Desmond's spine at the slow stroke of that claw against his cheek fear and desire tangling with each other though he knew he shouldn't want any of this. Not one bit. The Demon King's voice was low, a husky rumble that teased against his senses and he focused on the words, hoping for a route forward in them that might guide him somehow. Shame flushed though at the realization that the King before him could not imagine treating a son as poorly as his father had him, at his own apparent lack of value, of worth. The lash of that tail made his breath catch, tighten in his chest as he wondered if the king before him now doubted his want to keep him, if that meant he was going to die, gazing up at the male above him.

Laughter was not the response he expected at the denial of being able to please, and it flushed his cheeks scarlet though he had to admit it was a lovely laugh. Deep, powerful, like the male himself. Laughter should not be arousing. Shame kept him mute as he was touched, lifted and then deposited into the demon's lap and pulled close. His body betrayed him with a tremble, though he bit back the sound that wanted to rise to his lips, throat tightening while he tried to ignore all the hot, nude flesh of the chest he was crushed against, the scant protection of the loincloth that covered the demon's lap. He was so damn warm though, thawing the chill that had sunk into Desmond from being pinned to the muddy, chill ground and unintentionally he softened into the warmth.

So much strength in this powerful body, the thought flushed him, as did the way that Belial spoke of him already being pleasing, as the words ''beautiful boy'' kept his blush present but also unfurled something fragile in his heart. The lap of a hot tongue on his cheek startled a gasping whimper from him, unthinking, unprepared. He had never felt overly attractive, too pretty to be masculine, but it seemed to please this male, and the fact that his fear added to it had him shaking slightly. Desmond turned utterly stiff in shock when his cock was cupped through his breeches, that attention making it harden completely as a moan tumbled out at the touch, "I... no... that... I can't, I shouldn't want..." The words were a jumble, his mind overwhelmed and torn between the truth of how his body responded to the demon and the expectations he had been bound in all his life. He was suppose to want women, not men, not powerful, deadly demons who could destroy him.

Yet he couldn't help the squirm at the notion of being taught how to please in bed, of letting go of any expectation that he should know what to do, should be the aggressor. That had never fit him, and left him a virgin who avoided intimacy most men in his kingdom took readily. What Belial presented was utter seduction for the young prince, his throat working as he was torn between exhilaration and devastation. Liberation that he couldn't refuse, humiliation that would be known to everyone. He inhaled raggedly, aching for the loss of that hand cupping his cock and turned glassy eyes, a meld of fear and need, up toward the King who held him, tears gathering but not yet falling. It was all too much, and he felt adrift, knowing he should fight, wanting to do the exact opposite.

Years of choking restrictions had him too well bound though, and so he shifted, struggling, trying to get off the demon's lap, away from that touch that lured him to forget himself. "A man can't do those things." He protested, internally doubting the words even as he uttered them.

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Looking down at the prince's eyes, filled with unfallen tears, almost overwhelmed Belial. The human was so beautiful like this it almost took his breath away. He felt a surge of lust so hot he had to dig his fingers into his human pet for a moment to stop himself from simply taking his due here and now.

The human beginning to struggle only further served to ignite his desire. He let the prince struggle for a moment---as good a fighter as he was, he was overmatched in any sort of grappling with the demon by simple virtue of size, and so it took very little effort for Belial to keep corralling him back into his lap, tugging him against his broad chest whenever Desmond got too far away. The movement, the brush of the other man's body against his hips and thighs, were exciting the demon physically, his cock twitching under the loincloth as the prince unwittingly teased him.

"Then you will stop being a man," Belial said in response to the prince's protest. "And become something that can and will do those things." One arm wrapped around the prince to pin him against the demon's chest, holding him there, while his other hand began to massage between the human's legs, squeezing his cock with a sure, but surprisingly gentle, hand. "Whatever inhibitions you have been taught, you will unlearn." The rumble of his voice in the prince's ear was both assurance and threat. "Your body will begin to feel sensations you could never imagine. You will crave my touch, hunger for my attentions." His tongue teased over the shell of the prince's ear, breath hot against the human's skin. "You will desire to please me above all things. This I promise you."

He could feel the human's body against him, flushed hot with emotions Belial could not read---perhaps desire, perhaps shame or best of all, some combination of the two. "If you like, if it will make your submission easier for you to accept, there is magic that can give you such desire." It was the first time he'd ever offered a pet a choice. He preferred his pets to desire him and often it made it easier for them to overcome their pride if they could convince themselves their submission was not their fault. Sometimes the magic was, at least at first, the easiest way to achieve that---and then they could be trained to it naturally. But he sensed that there was, behind the prince's reluctance, some deeper emotion or desire he'd suppressed in himself that might come to the surface naturally.

Or perhaps Belial just wanted to make the human squirm with the idea that if he didn't submit willingly, the demon had tools to make him do so. For the Demon King, kindness and cruelty were often indistinguishable.

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The tightening of the demon's fingers on his body drew a faint distressed noise from Desmond, though his cock betrayed him yet again by thickening further in response to that vise like hold that rendered him powerless. He should hate being so helpless, yet it was liberating, exhilarating even to him. He had come to this battlefield expecting to find his own death, and the scent of blood churned mud was thick in the air around him; yet the death he was experiencing was the one of his own delusions, being forced to confront all the things he had sought to keep hidden within himself. So he struggled, strained against that hold that didn't permit him to flee, heart pounding and breath ragged as his eyes grew hazy in response to Belial tugging him tightly against that broad, naked chest, against his loincloth.

"Stop..." Desmond glanced up at the King, color flushing his cheeks at the notion of being anything other than a man. What would he be then? A boy again? A toy? He sought understanding while struggling mentally with the concepts. It shouldn't be this tempting to just let go and sink, and yet it was. Finding himself pinned against the demon the blond bit his lower lip almost savagely to avoid the moan that wanted to build in response. But it tumbled out of him anyway when the demon King found his cock, squeezing him through his trousers and working him until Desmond couldn't help the way his hips rocked into the touch.

His cheeks were burning with the shame of being unable to resist, but the promise in that tone of things he couldn't imagine was temptation personified. He was only mortal in the end, demons did this, didn't they, corrupted one. In his heart he knew he had already been corrupted, already craving being powerless, taken, used. A whimper caught in his throat when that hot demon tongue played along the shell of his ear, the sound turning into a sob that he was so weak.

At the notion of magic that would give him desire he almost laughed, hysterical. Desire was not the issue, he wanted this, as wretched as that truth was. He shouldn't, and he knew he shouldn't want it. But he did. He wanted to be stripped of his clothing, his titles, to feel that hand on his cock without clothing between them, to feel those thick fingers in his ass, and... he wanted to feel Belial's cock in turn. Something no man should want. So the demon would make him something else, he thought. Should he accept the magic, to grant himself permission, to make it even slightly okay that he was wanting this. If it wasn't his choice, then it was permissible, right? He glanced up at the male holding him, the want within his heart betrayed by his eyes, the struggle naked on his features.

"I..." He started to speak and then caught it back, strangling his own voice with a sound of confusion, his pretty features crumpling into anxiety and shame as he tried to make himself smaller. If he could not get away perhaps he could try to just not respond. Not give in, but not fight it. At least, beyond fighting the urge to buck his hips and grind into the hand on his shaft. "I am your captive, there is no choice." It lacked the ring of truth, those words, another sign of the inner struggle the Prince faced.

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Desmond's response drew another low, breathy chuckle from the demon as he raked his claws lightly over the boy's inner thigh, through his pants, teasing him with his own lust. He was starting to see that the prince had some desires of his own that he had not been able to satisfy before this. "You may believe it is so, if you wish," Belial murmured. "If it makes it easier for you to accept your own submission. But I have tamed pets who fought far harder than this, at least at the beginning. I think you know where your desires lie---and that your fate has always been leading to you this place. At the feet of someone who would give you what you truly desire."

He slid his hand into the prince's pants, a large hand cupping and stroking for a moment, fingers ghosting over the delicate balls. "There will be pain, but also pleasure," he murmured against Desmond's ear. "Let me give you your first lesson, your majesty." His hand wrapped around the other man's cock, smearing precum down the shaft as he began to work it in rough, hard strokes. "Your pleasure comes from me, at my will, when I desire it. You will learn to crave it, to treasure what I give you." He held Desmond against his his chest with his other arm, nuzzling and licking him. "Now, show your master how much you appreciate his indulgence," he murmured in the prince's ear, cruel amusement in each word. "Finish for me."

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His breathing turned ragged at the play of claws against his inner thighs, light enough it didn't ruin his trousers but still noticeably felt. And still enough to make his cock throb against all logic. "No... no it's the truth." Desmond wished he could put more heat into his tone, could come off haughty and removed, indeed he leaned on the mask he had used in court so often, but Belial unraveled him with that deep, husky voice whispering teasingly to him, pointing out that he should fight harder if he meant it. Or perhaps that wasn't what he was actually saying, and just what Desmond felt, guilt and shame threatening to choke him as he strained against the hold on him too late, heart pounding at the notion of being at this King's feet, being nothing more than a play thing.

No more expectations of becoming something he wasn't, no more demands of this girl or that, no more sneering remarks from his father. Perhaps he should just let go, accept this truth about himself. The blonde had never been more tangled about something, emotionally caught and physically yearning as a hand slipped into his pants, so much larger than his own and cupped him. A gasp fled his lips, but it turned into a groan of strained pleasure as his length was cupped, stroked, fingers playing against his tightening sac at the promise of pain and pleasure. "Please..." What he begged for even the Prince didn't know, not as his lesson began with the smearing of his own arousal down his length, the rough, hard strokes almost too much for his cock.

He assuredly had never handled it like that, and on one else would dare, not to a Prince of the Realm. This demon was a King though, who had conquered him and Desmond found himself helpless as he was worked up, knowing, demanding touches making him burn with need while that wicked mouth nuzzled against him, that hot tongue licking him. Too much, and not enough, not with his shirt still on, his pants only undone; he wanted to be naked, wanted to be touched everywhere. He tried to shrink from the touches, to bite back his sounds of pleasure, tears of shame slipping down his cheeks but when Belial's hand quickened and that voice demanded his surrender Desmond couldn't hold back.

Crying out into the larger male's chest his hips bucked frantically, humping the hand that gripped his cock as his orgasm took him, cum spurting from him, staining the inside of his pants, up his chest slightly, thick and white and generous. He came harder than he ever had before in his life, eyes blank of anything but lust for a glorious moment as his brain emptied until he only felt.

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"Oh," Belial breathed out as Desmond reached his peak and then fell over the edge, his cries echoing over the battlefield. "Beautiful, exquisite thing. Lovely little pet." His own arousal was pressed against Desmond's ass and thighs, his cock teased to hardness by the boy's squirming and by the simple act of watching his new pet achieve orgasm at his command. His breathing was hard and fast, muscled chest pressing into the prince's back and he wanted---oh, all the things he wanted, acts of pleasure and degradation that would make the prince so completely his that he would never remember he'd had a life before this.

The Demon leaned down to lick the tears from Desmond's face, tasting salt on his long tongue. "You are so beautiful when you cry, majesty," he murmured. Then he took the prince's jaw in one hand, claws scraping a little against the other man's neck, to bring his head around with surprising gentleness and press their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss. "Ah," Belial murmured, pulling back as he studied Desmond for a moment, something inscrutable in the demon's gaze. "I do like the way you taste. Now come, pet, let me show you to your new home."

He rose from the ground, lifting Desmond over one shoulder like a bale of hay, resisting the temptation of his own longing. There would be time for his pleasure later, in a more comfortable surrounding than a battlefield. Carrying the prince, he headed back toward the encamping demon army. As they approached, Desmond could feel and see the eyes of the demons on him, watching, some licking their lips, imagining what they might do with such tasty prey. Belial snarled a little and they forced their gazes away---only to return them once he was past.

In the center of that army stood a creature almost as fearsome as the Demon King himself, a four-armed, black-winged demon---who lowered himself in a brief bow toward his sovereign. "S'zayel." Belial said. "Open the portal. I have a new pet I wish to entertain myself with. I will leave the cleanup of this to you."

"Very good, lord," murmured the demon, then savagely bit open his own hand, drawing a circle in the air. A shimmering black portal appeared and Belial smiled, sharp and wide. "Come, prince," he told Desmond. "Let me show you my castle."

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The pleasure, the stark, husky approval in the tone of the Demon King as he humiliated himself by climaxing in his pants, on his own chest, sank into him and coiled there, along with the words that ensnared him entirely. He shouldn't crave this, but to be called beautiful, to be made into something new, something wanted... it was heady and intense, leaving him aching for the hardness he felt pressed against him, the hope that Belial would simply tumble him to the ground and fuck him sharp. Desmond writhed needily, whimpering as Belial stroked his cock through the edge, working every bit of his cum out until he was a mess, the scent of blood and sweat now mingled with that of sex.

Dazed his head fell back slightly, eyes blank of thought as he was held tightly and only stirring when he felt that hot tongue lap his tears from his cheeks, calling him beautiful. It made his heart pound, as did the bite of claws against his skin, his cock throbbing in response because while he might have ideas of how he should behave that part of him was apparently already thoroughly enthralled by the King who held him. Their lips met in a kiss that was achingly sweet, sending him further into a hazy space where there bloomed, just faintly, a little hope. That perhaps this was the right place for him, perhaps he could be okay, as, well, a lovely little pet, rather than a man, or a Prince.

When their lips parted he mewled in protest, wanting more and then flushed scarlet for it as he was told that his taste was enjoyed. Pet, that word again, winding around him, conjuring images he tried to ignore. There was no time to adjust, to think as he was lifted as if he weighed nothing at all, still a mess from battle and now from his climax. Desmond lowered his gaze, shrinking into Belial's arms as the King strode through his warriors, feeling the weight of the gazes on him and torn on how to feel about it. His capitulation had been viewed, it was noticeable even now, but, that was liberating, in a way he had never imagined. And fucking hell, Belial's snarl, the protective nature of it made his heart and cock both jerk in response.

Turning into Belial's chest the Prince accepted him as his protector and haven in that moment, tucking his face against the warmth of that broad chest, hiding against him rather than facing the others in this confusing state, his pants still undone and need still lingering. He dared a look at the one called S'zayel, eyes widening with a soft gasp when the demon bit open his hand and used blood to open the requested portal. As they stepped through his throat worked, gazing up at Belial with his gray eyes still not entirely focused, "Of course, Your Majesty." He tried for the tone of a visiting dignitary, though he was rumpled, exposed and still off kilter, a breathiness in his voice he couldn't entirely remove.


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The poor magical girl was still reeling from the residual effects of begging in defeat. To utter those words, words that she would never even consider speaking, in this moment of sheer helplessness, left the Sapphire Starling humiliated. On her knees in submission before her enemy, she could only acquiesce to the motions of Evathabrx as her lips parted and the enormous cock pushed through her mouth.

It was too big for her. And yet, somehow, Lilia sought to widen her mouth as much as possible to allow its full girth through. She had done so purely for the sake of her friends. There was fear---fear that if she disappoint Evathabrx in any way, that they might be harmed. With a face taut in displeasure, Lilia moved her head forward until the cock buried as far as it would go, touching the back of her throat. Arms hung at her sides, seemingly unsure what to do next.

_How do I even... it's too big!_ Noting the command, Lilia shuddered before she began to bob her head back and forth along the cock. She was most certainly inexperienced, but the way that the cock fit with such perfection in her mouth would surely make up for her lack of talent. Her movements, while inexperienced, were still accentuated by her saliva as she lathered the cock with her tongue while her mouth worked the girth.

_Why am I doing this... why don't I fight her?_ Finally her arms came to life, as Lilia was losing balanced on her knees. Her hands raised to rest on Evathabrx's thighs, helping balance herself as she obediently sucked the villain's cock. In the back of her mind, Lilia knew that this was only the beginning.

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Evathabrx moaned as Lilia had began to swallow her cock. It was large and her mouth look to be unable to take the thick cock in her. But the young magical girl found a way someone to open her mouth as wide as possible to take the rod into her mouth. "Mhmmm... so sweet. Now isn't that a perfect fit. I think your mouth is made to do this... to suck on my cock." Evathabrx looked at the helpless girl as her cock now invaded her mouth completely pushing into the back of her throat. She hadn't taken it all in yet, but Evathabrx didn't press further, for now.

She stood back and watched as Lilia attended to her shaft. She loved the sight of her. She was so much stronger when she had faced her, and now nothing but a cute school girl made to submit before her cock. While she could see her inexperience, that did not distract from the pleasure she was receiving. Her soft mouth as well as her tongue doing such a perfect job at getting her cock hard.

"Faster girl." She commanded her as while the blowjob she was giving was good, she wasn't going to cum in her any time soon at this rate. And she wanted her to take her seed in, only then could the fun begin. She groaned in pleasure, relishing in the feeling that the magical girl that so decisively defeated her was now nothing more than her fuck toy. She eventually moved her hands over to Lilia's head, running her fingers through her soft hair before holding onto her in place.

"Let me show what pace... you should go at." She said, in a surprisingly soft voice for what action she was about to make. She shoved her cock deep into Lilia's mouth, her hands holding her head in place so she couldn't move back. She began to fuck her face and letting out moans of pleasure using her mouth. Climax was fast approaching and Evathabrx had no intention of stopping until she had completely unloaded into her. "When I cum my little Starling... I want you to take it all in, don't spill a single drop."

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The humiliation was the true suffering for Lilia. The Starling was once victorious and confident. She had soundly defeated Evathabrx in their first confrontation. Perhaps Lilia was, to an extent, guilty of the sin of pride. Only now, that very same sin demanded payment. Punishment for her foolishness. Those were the pervading thoughts as she messily slurped at the villainess' cock. Her tongue lathered around the girth inside, despite having very little room to move. The sounds of her work were very much audible, with slow 'pops' and long slurps. The girl was so inexperienced and unsure that she was very much making a mess, with saliva dripping over the sides of her lips.

Worst of all, Lilia could see, at the corner of her eyes, her classmates frozen in their seats. They were watching as the girl messily sucked the villainess' cock. The once pure and innocent girl, now a slave to the whims of a debauch being.

_No no no... if she- there's no room in my mouth... it will go right down my throat!_ Her fear was very much evident as she squealed and wanted to pull away, though she was swiftly prevented from doing so as hands settled on her head and kept her in place. Now Evathabrx was moving herself, very much forcefully fucking Lilia's face. With every thrust, Lilia released a muffled groan as the cock brushed the back of her throat. She now held on to Evathabrx's thighs, fully subservient to Evathabrx's motions with the threat of her classmates' lives over her head.

It couldn't have been any worse, but something else was tormenting her. All the while that the pace of her sucking gradually sped, Lilia noted that heat was beginning to pool between her own thighs. A subconscious need to brush her thighs together crippled her mind. _I can't be... why is my body reacting like this..._

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Evathabrx moaned louder and louder, especially now that she was the one taking control of Lilia. She did not hold anything back, despite her meek appearance she still had the body of Sapphire Starling, even if she was unpowered at the moment. Her cock pushed deep into Lilia's waiting mouth. "Oh... you feel so good. I'm going to enjoy doing this to you." She mentioned, letting it slip some of the plans that she had for her once she defeated her in battle. She would have preferred to keep it all under wraps, but now she was unable to keep control of herself when Lilia's warm mouth enveloped the entirety of her cock. She felt Lilia's hands against her thighs, whether she was doing it for balance or finding a need to touch her didn't matter, it felt pleasant to Evathabrx nonetheless.

She tried to make the moment last but after fucking her face for a few minutes she let herself go, there was more she needed to do and her mouth was too much for her to handle. With the head of the cock past her throat, the first jets of her seed shot straight down into her stomach. But Evathabrx wasn't content with just that, she pulled back a little, having the cock now in her mouth as more of her seed shot out, splattering onto Lilia's tongue and into her mouth. The taste was strong yet not unpleasant, in fact it would taste better and better as she swallowed more. "Just like that, you want it don't you? All that cum. You're going to dream of swallowing more when you go to sleep tonight." Whether or not that was true she wasn't sure, what she was sure was, this would make her needy, she'd want her second load of this once this subsided. It would also weaken her in battle, as she would be more hesitate to attack Evathabrx, the source of the sweet cum she was currently taking in. The torrent of cum didn't stop, once filling her mouth completely, overtaking her ability to swallow it had spilled, the white substance dripping onto the floor as Evathabrx was satisfied with how much she had already taken in she pulled the cock completely out of her mouth, still shooting, it now covered Lilia's face and the top of her uniform.

All while this was happening the classmates, looked over at Lilia... their empty eyes watching as she had just swallowed and was now getting cum showered by Evathabrx.

Evathabrx herself just let her go. She had noticed the shift in movements in her legs. "Oh... is my Starling getting wet from this?" Taking the chance she lifted her up and then bent her over a desk, her hand moved to stroke her pussy through her panties. "Mhmmm... I think something need to be done about this." She gave her a spank before tearing down her panties and lifting her skirt to reveal her butt. As much as she wanted to plunge her cock into her virgin pussy she didn't. "But you'll need to beg... tell me my little Starling... where do you want my cock now?"

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Just as she feared, the cock erupted in her mouth. It occurred in a gradual manner for the magical girl---the slow pulsing of the cock, the tightening of the hands around her head, to the eventual expanding of the girth until it fired its full pent seed inside. Lilia practically drowned in the sheer deluge of thick, white seed as it pulsed down her throat in a torrent of palpable ichor. Her whimpers were audible as she squirmed, her breath caught in her lungs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she could do nothing but swallow it all.

*Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.* There was just so much of it. And worst of all? It had a strange, honey-like taste. Lilia expected it to be repulsive, to gag on it and spit it out as soon as she could. But oddly enough, it wasn't the actual taste that was repulsive, rather it was the knowledge that she was here, swallowing it in front of her classmates. Defeated. Utterly in the grasp of her hated enemy. Now drinking from her cock.

_So much... I can barely swallow it all..._ Finally she was granted a reprieve as Evathabrx removed her cock, but the gushing salvos had no ceased and instead the bursts coated her face, hair and school uniform. Lilia gasped for air, resulting in her mouth wide open, catching further ropes of Evathabrx's alien cum. There was a bitter-sweet satisfaction, however. She had passed the first test. She had done as she was ordered, to suck Evathabrx's cock and drink every ounce of her cum. That had to be it, surely. She had won. The Starling was humiliated and defeated. The score was most certainly now in Evathabrx's favor. If only it was so simple.

"Wha-... no... please, not that too." Lilia muttered in delirious hesitance, but soon a mewl escaped her throat as she was quickly pushed to bend over the desk. With her skirt pushed up, stocking and panties ripped, her great shame was on display. She was wet. By no choice of her own. But that divine nectar, the nectar of a girl who was half human and half star, trailed down her thighs.

"I did as you asked... I swallowed it all." A sweet, soft song. She was careful with her words this time; careful not to annoy Evathabrx, should she threaten another of her classmates. "I don't want my first time to be with my enemy." She hummed, her thighs trembling, her face flush with burning red arousal and embarrassment.

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Evathabrx wasn't surprised by her resistance. She had been unable to speak due to the large cock in her mouth and now she had just swallowed more cum than most women would their entire life. Yet she knew she wanted more. "Do you hear the words that you are saying little Starling? And how utterly unconvincing that is when you are dripping wet?" She leaned forth, toying with her for now as her cock pushed against Lilia's entrance, parting her folds but not going in. She wanted to torment her for saying such things.

"You want this don't you? You seem to quite like it swallowing my cum earlier. But if you say you've held up to your end of the bargain... well you have spilled quite a lot of my precious seed." She commented on the fact that she was partially covered in her cum right now.

Evathabrx caressed her butt, those round cheeks begging to be penetrated. "Mhmmm... I'm going to enjoy breeding you little Starling, when the time comes. But you will learn to beg for it." She said, for a moment it looked like she was going to let her go, she pulled her cock away from Lilia pussy, her hands going off her before she stepped back forth again. "But today I will let you off, you may not be begging with your mouth but your poor body. I can't live it down letting you go home like this, unsatisfied."

Without much warning Evathabrx pushed her cock into Lilia's pussy, thrusting into her and penetrating her innocence to claim it in its entirety. Evathabrx moaned loudly, as much as she imagined this moment in her mind, the moment of her sheathing her cock in the magical girl's folds, she had not imagined that Lilia would be this tight. She stopped once she had completely filled her. "Ahhh... you feel so good." She moaned, letting the whole thing subside before she began to pull out, only to thrust back into her.

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It had not been intended, but the sound that sung from Lilia's throat as the head of the cock nudged inside her folds. Her voice was like that of a soft bird; a song to welcome the morning. The slightest motions caused Lilia to tremble, as her sensitivity was in absolute overdrive. She had never felt like this before, never felt such awash with such a sensation. Of course she had, once or twice, touched herself at night. But that was all. Never had she embraced feelings such as these before, and it showed, for how greatly did her juices seep from between her thighs.

_I'm going to enjoy breeding you little Starling._ Eyes widened. Heart ignited. Cum-stained mouth opened. Lilia's head whipped around in shock, to turn and look back to Evathabrx. In doing so, however, she caught a full glimpse of the classmates in their zombified states staring at her. Fear in the form of ''what ifs'' assailed her mind. Breeding? Evathabrx could get her pregnant? Pregnant with what? What kind of terrible creature would be spawned? Panic spread through her bloodstream and her nervous system like a virus. She sought to say something, to deny it, to thrash, but...

It happened. A sharp cry erupted from her throat as Evathabrx's cock drove all the way inside her. It pushed past her virginity and deep inside. Lilia's body trembled in a strange concoction of pain and pleasure. The cock barely could fit, as her walls so were tight and constricting around Evathabrx's girth that it was entirely due to the fact that she was already soaking wet that it was able to slide in.

Clearly, however different Lilia's shriek was, her body was trembling and the face that she now wore most clearly was one of pleasure...

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Evathabrx felt Lilia's pussy around her cock, as much as she tried to avoid admitting it, her body was more than willing for her cock. She pushed into her, completely filling her as she took her virginity. It felt good, both the conquering of the magical girl as well as the pure pleasure of her soft walls around Evathabrx's eager cock. Her hands moved to run down her back... caressing her like she would a pet, she had to restrain from binding her with her tentacles... it would be for next time, she had to show some discipline.

"What, wasn't so bad was it my dear?" She asked her as she began to move once more, pulling her shaft out of her slowly before the tip was on the verge of exiting her wet folds. Of course it wasn't coming out, it was going back into her as Evathabrx slammed her hips back into Lilia, her cock filling her once more as she almost screamed from the pleasure of it. "So tight. I never imagined you'd be this ready for me. You're perfect. I think I'm going to enjoy taking you like this even when I don't need to breed you." She groaned in pleasure, her hands now settling onto her waist holding the prone girl in position as she settled into a rhythm of fucking her, her cock slamming into her again and again, the silence of the class only broken by the sound of wet flesh against flesh as Evathabrx triumphantly took the magical girl, fucking her like some street slut.

Her hand moved to her butt, spanking her not because she wanted to punish her but because her buttcheeks looked like it was begging to have her hand smack it against and again. "Tell me how it feels." She gave Lilia another spank as she continued to pound her.

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The silence was what made it so debauch for Lilia. Well, the silence aside from the wet slapping of their skin together and Lilia's restrained moans. Despite all this, she had to remind herself that she was at school and anyone could walk past and hear if she was too loud. The shame of it would have been far too much for her, defeated as she was already. Every thrust brought about another mewl from Lilia as the cock slammed inside her, pushing so much that every time it did so, Lilia was sure she could feel it to the very depths of her womb.

_Why is my body... why does this feel good..._ With lips parted, her tongue laid upon her bottom lip as her face took upon an ahegao expression. Her head returned to facing ahead, no longer able to endure the sight behind her. Evathabrx's grasp on her body was so possessive, so raw and lustful, that it rendered the girl utterly imprisoned in this cage of lust. Every slam of her hips caused the cock to brush against her cervix. Their motions seemed to move in unison as their mutual moans were entwined in a dance.

"I'm---nnngh... you won't get away---haah... with this." There was, once more, a glimmer of the Sapphire Starling, the very heroine that had defeated Evathabrx before. Still, it was almost humorous that she would try to retain any semblance of dignity when Evathabrx's cock was buried deep in her womb, and she had drunk an absurd amount of her cum beforehand.

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Evathabrx was nearing her climax now. She didn't have forever here and they did run the risk of being discovered. She was also reminding herself that this was just the beginning. Just giving Lilia a taste of what was to come. Once their score was settled, she would fully be made to submit to her, to be her breeding bitch. She licked her lips at the thought as her cock slammed into her again and again.

Pushing her cock deep into her, the head of her member kissed against her cervix with every thrust now and those pumps had became ever more erratic as Evathabrx began to lose control of herself. "Oh... we'll see about that." Even i her defeated state she was still defiant. Evathabrx would look forward to smothering that spark in her. "Meanwhile... take... this... cock... little... Starling... slut!" She punctured each word with her words before she let out what could only be described as a pleasure wail, her cum flooding Lilia's pussy, filling her womb almost instantly then overflowing her folds as the began to drip down.

This time wasn't any less than the last, the torrent still continuing to shoot out as Evathabrx decided to pull back, painting Evathabrx's back and buttcheeks with her cum. That should weaken her enough for next battle. Evathabrx leaned down and whispered to her. "I know you loved that. And you will be dreaming of this tonight, every night, until the very thing you crave becomes a reality."

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It was like nothing Lilia had ever imagined, nor could she imagine. The approaching orgasm was hinted by the pulsing of the cock as it pushed all the way through to her core. The cock engorged, stretching her even more, and heightening the fear in Lilia's heart. Virgin or not, she understood what was happening, and just how utterly futile it was to prevent it. Her mind shrieked in denial, in resistance, but what precious little could she do? Her legs were sopping wet with her juices, her stockings completely soaked. Her back arched, her head to the ceiling, her body completely and utterly in the grasp of the villainess as she erupted inside her.

Rope after rope. Hot, thick, gushing cum. It pooled in her womb, expanding it quickly as it reached full capacity very quickly. Lilia mewled as her stomach began to bulge from the sheer amount. Eyes faded in delirium, her mind turning blank, as the strange, hot sensation of white ichor in her womb became the only thing she knew. The room faded away, her classmates, her surroundings---only Evathabrx's cock and the sheer amount of seed that now splattered over her.

Evathabrx's cock was pulled free and the dear Starling moaned as she slumped against the desk. There was so much cum.

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Evathabrx was panting at the end of it. She normally wouldn't be this worked up when it came to forcing herself onto someone. This someone was Sapphire Starling though. Evathabrx didn't know how it happened but she had completely fallen for her body. It was very much perfection to her. _And I had just overflowed such perfection with my cum._ She mused to herself.

Leaning over to Lilia, her hands caressed the young woman. "You've been such a good girl today. I think I will save you the embarrassment in front of your class by making them forget what they saw." She wanted to see her humiliated, but then she wanted the whole world to see, and without Evathabrx having took over them, dampening their sense and judgment. Lilia would be mistaken to take Evathabrx's gesture as kindness.

She drew back, her dress like enfoldings covering up her softened shaft as she was quite proud of what she had achieved, burning the mental image, of Lilia just bent over the table, covered and leaking cum from both her mouth and pussy, into her mind. Evathabrx stepped ouside of the classroom to make her leave. She'd look forward to the day in which she saw her again.

Lilia still had to clean up the aftermath of the massive mess that was left behind, not only that the seed in her had drastically changed how she perceived things. She'd feel needy at night now, in need of release, a release only Evathabrx could bring to her.

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Slumped against the desk, mind addled with delirium from her first ever sexual encounter, the cum-covered magical girl heaved in heated breaths. Every few seconds her thighs trembled and her body shook, still reeling from the magnificent ecstasy flowing through her veins. In the manner with which Lilia was slumped, her slightly bloated stomach expanded subtly beneath her uniform. The thick cum exuded a palpable warmth in her womb, accentuated by the slightest movements of the girl.

Yet, the warmth turned... hot. It felt as though a heated towel was being pressed against her stomach. Unknown to the girl, beneath her clothing, a symbol appeared over her uterus. It was an alien symbol, marked with delicate lines and a distinctive violet color. It was the final result of this bonding between them. With so much of Evathabrx's seed inside her, it had settled deep in her being, ready to grow in very much a seed's namesake.

Lilia watched in a haze as Evathabrx left the classroom. There was a relief that it was over, and that she had endured. Further, there was a deep relief that, for whatever reason, she had chosen not to awaken the students.

_There's so much of her cum on the floor... what am I going to do?_ Were her classmates to awaken to see this mess, and the state that Lilia herself was in, it would potentially ruin her life and she would never be able to see her friends ever again. With all cleaning utensils kept in specific rooms and not classrooms, there was nothing for Lilia to use to clean the leftover puddle of cum.

The truth lingered in her subconscious. The reality of her situation. This was Evathabrx's ultimate insult. Her revenge. _I have to... I don't---I don't have any other choice._

Gingerly Lilia lowered herself to her hands and knees, her bloated belly slightly jiggling. Her head motioned to the ground, eyes closed in shame, as she lingered her mouth just an inch or so from the puddle. She had already swallowed so much, and now? Now she had to willingly finish it all. Thus... she began to lap at the cum.

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Evathabrx had left the school grounds in preparation for her next move, her confrontation with Sapphire Starling where she would utterly defeat her and lay claim to her. Sure she had to do a bit of blackmailing to get her to a state she could handle, but with Starling losing a real fight, she should be more docile to Evathabrx's approaches later on. She had little time to waste though she did have those students that she had possessed from earlier. She wondered just what she'd do the clean up the mess. Sure she had promised to wipe their memories of them watching Lilia get fucked but if they wake up to her covered in cum and cum on the floor, that would be something.

What she saw had delighted her, the sight of Lilia going down to lick her puddle of cum that had spilled on the floor, sure Lilia would love it, but she no doubt would feel the humiliation of it, doing it even after Evathabrx had left, without her ever giving that command, of her own free will. She was going to love breeding her.


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River's heart was pounding in her chest, the kiss seemingly lasting for an eternity as their lips were softly pressed against one another. She had kissed plenty of guys and even girls before, but none felt so sweet and exciting as the one she was sharing with Warren at the moment. After a couple moments, she pulled back, breaking up the kiss and slowly reopening her eyes to glance expectantly at her companion, only to feel the rabbit slip from underneath her. As she was also leaning into him with her paw resting on his lap, she quickly followed suit tumbling into the water.

Being an otter though, as soon as her body landed into the water, she used her webbed feet and powerful tail to recover and emerge a couple feet away from the splash zone After coming away a few wet locks from out of her face, River made a quick glance around and could hear several students making *woohs* and cheers to their little escapade. River raised a hand and waved at the onlookers, telling them they were fine before finally seeing Warren pop his head out of the water before clinging on to the pool's edge.

"So... changed your mind huh... thought you said you weren't drunk enough to jump in..." she remarked in a teasing tone while she slowly waded towards the edge of the pool where Warren was hanging on to. "...or was the kiss that bad", she continued with a soft giggle before moving right besides him. Being an experienced swimmer, River didn't need to hold on to the edge and was able to stand in place by just paddling her feet and tail. With her hands free, she reached over to grab her cocktail from the stone. Luckily their fall had not tipped over their beverages.

While taking a sip from the straw, her eyes glanced up to meet with his as she tried to judge his thoughts about everything so far. Then with beverage still in hand, she drifted even closer to him until their bodies touched, using her free hand to help keep Warren aloft as the bunny clearly had no experience swimming with clothes on.

"So wingman... I found and locked onto my target... now what?" The otter playfully inquired, eager to explore this moment further.

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It took Warren a moment to realize what had happened and to get over his startled state. "No---it... I" he stammered out, feeling frustrated that his stupid brain didn't have something witty to say. She had mentally disarmed him. After a moment he shook his head as if to clear it, "No, not that---you just surprised me is all." he glanced around feeling her presence getting closer. He wanted to explore this thought and her desires but at this point in time he simply wanted to not be wet.

There was a bit of envy in his expression as he looked at her swimming with ease. His large feet felt clumsy and his shorts and shirt were bunching all around him. "Umm..." he murmured. "How... how about we go find some place to dry off and talk about this" he added finally. And with that, a grunt escaped him as he placed his arms on the edge of the pool and lifted. He knew she was near him and was probably fishing for some touches or proximity, but he was confused and wet and those weren't great combinations. With some effort he hoisted himself out of the pool. He was able to lift himself onto his stomach and then curve a bit to get his legs under and ultimately climb out of the pool.

He was dripping wet and looked kind of sad with his pelt pressed all against him. He was lithe---as most rabbits were---with strong legs. His tall ears drooped and his clothes clung to him dripping pools of water at his feet. He tried to shake a bit and wring out his shirt, but the act was pointless. He bent down and grabbed his beer before jerking his head towards the inside and talking a rather dramatically long drink. A rather undignified burp followed. Thankfully the party was stirring back to life around them, loud music blasting in the background.

"I know there's a bathroom around here somewhere there should be some towels there we can use to dry off." he added. He didn't mention anything about the clothes drying and how they would probably have to remove them to get to get to that point. There were towels around here after all. "Shall we?" he asked extending a hand down to his friend River.

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"Sounds like a plan", she said while taking another sip of her drink. Although it didn't matter to her, she didn't want Warren to feel or be uncomfortable and so getting out was probably the best move. Watching him struggle a little to get out, she had to resist assisting him and giving him a boost to his rear, letting him keep some of his pride.

Seeing him stand there next to the pool all droopy and wet, trying to wring out his clothes, River felt a little sorry and guilty since it was her kiss that had caused them to stumble in and put Warren in that sorry state. Still she couldn't help but chuckle at the whole situation and she was glad she hadn't gone for that white summer dress, cause that would have made things a lot more embarrassing. Once he got out, she gave him an assuring smile before sticking out her hand to accept his. "Oh why thank you kind sir"

Aided by his hand and her tail propelling her forward, River was able to easily jump out of the water. Unlike Warren, being an otter the water didn't seem to cling as much to her fur, giving River less of a drenched look as her lapomorph friend. A quick ruffle through her hair and it almost seemed like she never tumbled in. Her clothes however were a different story and just as Warren's were all wet. Her black tanktop was fine, but her light shorts were drenched and clinging to her legs, the fabric even getting some of that see through quality, showing off her darker undies underneath.

"Yeah... that might not be a bad idea cause I think my panties are showing", she remarked with her usual teasing flare while still holding his hand. Taking another sip of her cocktail, River then suddenly jumped into action. "Come on, lets go inside... probably gonna be on the first floor right?" She continued before making her way back inside and pulling Warren along. Since they were both wet, most people inside gave them a wide birth and they could easily traverse the crowd towards the staircase. Once upstairs, it didn't take them long to find the bathroom.

"Oh sweet, they have a washer/dryer in here as well... lucky. Now we'll have dry clothes in no time" she exclaimed happily as she made her way inside. First she reached for the shower and turned on the water so it could warm up. A hot shower probably would make him feel better again. After that, she turned around and moved in closer to Warren after he had closed the door. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes first", she said as she reached out to grab the ends of his T-shirt before slowly beginning to lift the fabric up.

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"Showoff" Warren had time to mutter as River was able to propel herself out of the water with minimal effort. But then he entered a whirlwind of activity. With some degree of haste, River pulled him along through the house as they looked for the bathroom. The party ended up giving them some room but quickly filled in after they had gone, a small trail of water in their wake. But eventually they were able to find their way to the modest bathroom and it was relatively quiet save for the thumping of the bass in the background.

It felt suddenly intimate, and his mind was still whirling. Was this really going to happen? I mean, fuck, why not? But this was his friend from school, and he feared it might be weird. After all they joked about stuff like this all the time and Warren clearly mentioned earlier today that River's sister was super-hot. He stood leaning against the counter, dripping water around him, as she moved to the shower to turn it on. A shower? So, this was going to happen then?

"I... umm..." he stated as he took another long drink of his beer. As she moved closer and began to take off his shirt, he placed the cup down and his hands moved to help her, not really thinking about it much. What was going to happen was going to happen. So, he helped her pull his shirt over his head revealing his soaked torso. Again, Warren wasn't a buff rabbit, but he was fit. There were lean muscles there, but nothing that would be featured on any of the magazine covers (not that magazines really existed anymore). He was a runner by nature, and he was probably prouder of his butt than anything.

As she took his shirt away, he moved his hands to the belt around his waist that was helping keep his shorts up. He undid the belt and his shorts hung a bit lower to reveal the band of a pair of black boxers. His fingers stopped around the button of the shorts and he could feel a hardness growing down below as he continued to think over this. His mind was warring at the moment. Obviously, there was enough alcohol in him to help push this along without too many hurtles, but he also kind of wanted to talk about it. Or... maybe they could talk about it after the fact.

So instead of talking off his own shorts he waited for her to discard the t-shirt and then reached out to grab her hands. "How about you help me" he added, his face relaxing a bit as he seemed to mentally make his decision. He then pulled her hands towards the button of his shorts as he moved to reach for the bottom of her tank top to begin pulling upwards as well. As he pulled her hands closer, he also leaned closer. "And maybe we can try that kiss again." he added with a soft smirk.

He then leaned forward a bit more and tilted his head. His muzzle pressed against hers and he kissed her softly once before moving to make it a bit deeper, judging her reaction to see how deep to go.

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While in the middle of pulling his T-shirt over his head, River couldn't help but admire her friend's nice lean body. His fur was still a wet mess though with his pelt all clinging to his lithe frame. After throwing the wet shirt away to the floor, she returned to admire Warren as the rabbit was in the process of taking of his belt, causing his shorts to sink lower on his hips and revealing some of his boxers underneath.

"Sounds good to me...", she replied as he took her hands and guided them over to his shorts. "...and I would love to give it another shot. This time without falling over" she teased as she inched a bit closer and tilting her head in kind to accept Warren's lips with hers. River was content with keeping is soft and tender at first, but once Warren made moves to go a bit further, she happily accepted, opening her lips further apart and even sending out her tongue to welcome his.

While they kissed, her hands didn't stay idle. Her nimble fingers fidgeting with the button of his shorts for a little bit before finally getting it untied. After which her hands both slide to either side of his hips, thumbs hooked underneath the band of his shorts before with a gentle nudge pulling them down enough until the wet fabric was able to sink all the way down to the floor.

At this point, she felt his hands pull up her wet tank top to just below her nipples. Breaking off the kiss, she took a step back and raised both her arms high in the air to allow Warren to pull her tank top all the up and off while giving the rabbit an expecting look. As the fabric was pulled further up, Warren could see River wasn't wearing any sort of bra, slowly revealing her perky pink nipples adorning her flat chest when the black fabric gave way.

Once the top was over her head and away, she gave Warren a moment to admire the view before sliding back closer to demand another kiss from him. This time she immediately went all the way, pushing her tongue out if he didn't go first. As quickly as it started, shortly after did she pull away again, giving the rabbit a rather eager look before slowly sinking down her knees in front of him. "Let me get this last bit", she said in a teasing voice as her hands reached out, fingers hooking around the elastic band of his boxers before finally pulling the black fabric down.

With a little awe River watched Warren's bulge spring free from its bindings, taking a moment to admire the rabbit's carrot standing firmly right in front of her face. "Ohh my... it looks delicious... mind if I sample a taste?" she asked coyly looking up and locking her deep dark eyes with his while gently licking her lips in anticipation. Not really waiting for an answer, River gently wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft before leaning in closer and giving the throbbing organ a teasing lick as if it was a lollipop.

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Warren was feeling that eagerness growing within him. With each kiss and each article of clothing removed his arousal grew. He could feel his member pressing against his damp clothing, eager to be freed, eager to find something warm to fill. His breath was becoming hotter and heavier with each passing moment. Each kiss they shared was growing in passion as their tongues explored each other's maws.

When River had her shirt off, he did take a moment to admire. It was odd that they had known each other all these years and never once talked about getting intimate. Now it seemed to make perfect sense. Although, he wished she had some big boobs to bounce around, in the end it didn't really matter to him. He was more of an ass guy anyways as most rabbits weren't really known for having massive chests.

A loud gasp escaped him as she sank to her knees before him after the kiss broke off. His cotton tail pressed against the counter as he leaned against it. He wondered, momentarily, how many other people were hooking up in various nooks and crannies in the house and he was thankful they had a shower and a door they could lock. A soft laugh escaped him when she pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Once his boxers were down around his ankles, he kicked them and his shorts to the side, the rabbit now completely nude before her.

"I..." he paused as she asked to sample his shaft. It was an odd question and who exactly would say ''no'' in that position. He looked down at her and grinned. "Fuck yeah" he stated out as his nose twitched in anticipation. "But... if I go too fast it won't take me long to be ready again..." he stated with an innocent lift of his shoulders. "Rabbits, I guess" he added with a smirk.

A light moan escaped him as she licked the tip of his member. His paws were braced against the counter behind him, but one drifted away to caress over one of her cheeks before moving up to one of her rounded ears. His legs parted a bit, allowing his soft furred orbs to hang comfortably between them as he watched her intently.

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River chuckled at Warren's eagerness to let her sample his cock. Her soft pink tongue kept rubbing and caressing around the throbbing flesh of Warren's shaft while he explained to her his awesome rabbit stamina and how he would recover quickly should she make him pop. Hearing him moan when focusing her tongue on the head of his cock made her feel excited and eager to feel his rabbit cock inside of her.

"Ohh... well if you recover quickly...! Then lets see how many times I can make you pop" she gasped teasingly looking up at him, her eyes sparkling with naughty and lustful thoughts. After saying that, she turned her attention back to the throbbing rabbit cock in front of her. The movements of her tongue changed from casual teasing to genuinely stimulation. Working her wet tongue diligently around the twitching pink flesh of his shaft, River was slowly getting Warren' cock coated in a nice layer of her spit.

Now that it was getting lubricated nicely, her fingertips moved around the base of his shaft, forming a ring around it with her thumb, index and middle finger. Then River began to make a pumping motion with her wrist, moving the ring up and down, stroking the lower half of his cock. It was quickly joined by her other hand, taking hold of the furry bag of orbs hanging underneath so she could work his manhood and balls with both paws while bringing her lips towards the tip. "How does this feel?" she asked coyly before enveloping the tip of his shaft past her lips and letting him experience the warm wet embrace of her mouth and tongue.

River wondered if she should finish him of or keep him at the edge before sending him to the showers to warm up. She was getting a bit curious though on what his load would taste like. They said certain foods like pineapple could flavor the cum and being a rabbit, would his taste like carrots. Only one way to find out, she though. Now grabbing his cock with both of her paws, she began to double pump his shaft while keeping the swollen tip resting on her extended tongue, mouth open and ready to welcome his volley. "Ohh Ahheethh... ummmm", she slurred while rubbing the underside of his cockhead against her tongue.

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Warren was surprised by the sudden vigor in which River tended to his flesh. He expected a bit of foreplay then a slow escalation, but she really dove into it. "You..." he panted out, bracing himself against the counter he was leaning on. "You know what you're doing" he panted out as his legs twitched and his cotton tail danced around behind him. He continued to look down at River as she worked over his bunny flesh.

Soft moans began to escape him, and they grew louder as she continued to work. Someone tried to doorknob at one point and his tall ears perked. "Occupied" he shouted out in a voice that was clearly going through more pleasure than someone should be experiencing in the bathroom, but it was hard to care at this point. After all, he was nicely buzzed and getting his cock sucked by a friend. The night was going great!

His legs parted as she toyed with his soft furred balls, his hips arching eagerly as he continued to watch her work. "River..." he panted out as she began pumping him with both hands. He regretted informing her about his stamina because he could detect that sinister little glint in her eyes. Of course, getting his rocks off multiple times a night wasn't a bad thing. "I... m... fffffff" he bit down on his lip, his core locking up a bit to try to hold off for a few more moments.

Then he lost it finally in a squeaking cry of delight. His hips bucked forward as a leg twitched heavily. His paws gripped firmly at the counter so he wouldn't fall. A jet of seed burst from his tip with some force to it, as if holding it off had built up the pressure to rock that cum right into River's waiting maw. He flexed his core once again as his body twitched shooting another jet into that mouth of the salty sweet seed. His cock flexed and twitched in her grip as he panted softly, then sucked in some air in a loud gasp. "Okay... s-slow it down there..." he whimpered out as the cream continued to ooze from the tip.

He reached over to grab his beer he left on the counter and take a long drink from it. "I... shit..." he panted out as his damp fur felt suddenly cool in the air.