Return to Savarra [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Hawkethorne's frosty streets greet you with familiarity as you set off from the inn with Cyrus in tow. It isn't too far of a walk from the town's little nerve center to Eowyn's bathhouse, but it's a long enough trek for you to grill your kitty cat about his relationship with the temperamental she-wolf he seems so very interested in. You doubt the cocksure bard would miss an opportunity to brag about bedding any of the town's many beauties, savage or otherwise, so it's something of a shock when his ears flatten out against his head again and he looks at you with surprise.

"What? No! I suppose I should be flattered that you think I could tame that beast with honeyed words and a slick cock, but she can't stand me. If I'm being completely honest, the feeling is mutual. It's just... let's say I've got a good idea of why she's gotten herself so worked up, is all."

With the bathhouse fast approaching, you find yourself walking into familiar comfort. Even though the saunas are behind another set of walls, the interior of the bathhouse seems to permeate with a warm moisture that pleasantly contrasts the cold, dry air outside. Eowyn mans the counter as always, gathering up a rather mighty-looking pile of towels. The professionalism is in stark contrast to how you first found her, wiping jizz off her chin after satisfying a customer.

"Oh! Welcome back! I see you've brought company, too," The dainty blonde offers Cyrus a little wave of her hand, "Should I assume you two are here together? Or did you want to bathe separately? It might be a little while; someone's just gone into the mixed baths, and I expect they might want some... privacy."

The cute little elf offers a sheepish grin befitting the curled horns on either side of her head.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Oh? Really now?" I say, eyes raising in surprise. "Sigrún never even got curious about what you could do? Hmm... her loss!" I say, shrugging as we continued on our way.

Though we had only wandered briefly though the town, getting inside the warmth of the bathhouse was a comforting relief from the cold air of Hawkethorne. The biting air would be something we'll have even less protection from in the Frostwood, so we'll definitely need to find ways to stay warm. Not that I have any trouble coming up with ways to stay warm. Or even feel too bothered by the cold, now that I think about it. I'm no stranger to being naked in typically unpleasant weather conditions. Hawkethorne's own climate included as of not too long ago.

Eowyn seems to be much more composed than the last time I saw her. Not that I of all people would judge someone for sucking off clients regularly during business hours. That sort of dedication to a good service and enjoying what she does was something to be proud of.

"Hey Eowyn! Yeah, we're together. How's things been? Got any more horn sex tips?" I was going to leave the questions there and move on to responding to hers, but before I know it, I find myself getting carried away. It happens sometimes. Surprising, I know. "I mean, there's the obvious use, right..." I say as I reach out and grasp two imaginary horns in front of me before I widen my stance, imitating a motion many of my past lovers - and even myself when I played upon my more mutable form of the past - had taken. I start thrusting against an invisible ass before me as I continue to speak. "Where they get you by the horns, bend you over and use them like handles to really... mmph.. drive you into the bed. Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! But I was also thinking of subtler fun you could have with them."

I pause my pantomime to lean against the counter and wiggle my finger in the air as I click my tongue in thought. "You know that... thing, right? With the sword and the neck?" I look between her and Cyrus as if that should be enough for them to get what I'm going about. "You know, like, when someone asserts their dominance or holds their attention by using a sword to..." I use my tail to mimic the action I had in mind, reaching it across towards Eowyn, pressing it gently under her chin and using it to tip her head slightly up. "And then all of a sudden you're staring into their eyes. They could be a bandit trying to mug you but in that moment, honestly, I'd suck their cock with extra enthusiasm if they asked me to. But I was thinking is there a similar motion of like... 'Look at me when I tell you what I'm going to do to you and how much you're going to enjoy it.' But conveyed with the horns."

As I explain the vibe I'm going for, my tail moves, reaching over to loop through one of Eowyn's curled horns just to lightly nudge her face, bringing her closer towards mine. "What do you think? Something there?" I whisper to her, leaving us close as I mull over my own words before I step back from her.

"Well, might need some workshopping, but I hope you get what I mean. Oh! Right! The bath! Yeah, no, we're actually here to join the big, angry Lupine that just walked in. She went in the communal one you say? Perfect."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The pretty little elf gives a bashful little smile as you inquire into the finer points of horned sex. Of course, before she can offer much in the way of advice, you've already lost yourself down a different track of thought entirely. By the time you conclude your explanation, she can only blink a few times, sharing a few glances with Cyrus who, in turn, only offers her a short shrug of his shoulders.

"I... Well, I suppose I wouldn't know very much about that. My horns don't quite jut out enough to poke at anybody... Maybe a minotaur would have a better answer? Although the males are quite a bit larger than their female counterparts, so I suppose they'd need to crouch down to nudge any heads... Unless it were with another male? But it's hard to say whether male minotaurs enjoy each other in that way..."

Realizing that you weren't there to explore the finer parts of minotaur sexuality, Eowyn shakes her head to banish the thought of big, muscly bulls going at each other, and returns to her previous sheepish expression, albeit one that features significantly more tinted cheeks.

"Ah, well, Sigrún tends to prefer bathing alone. She doesn't even like to let me come in and help her, err, scrub down, and I've offered quite frequently!"

As if on cue, a distinctive noise drifts out from behind the door set squarely in the middle of the three, just behind where Eowyn stands. It's unmistakably animalistic, like a long, frustrated whine, although your elven ears pick up not the least bit of profanity lacing it.

"... Even though she sounds like she could use a helping hand. I don't suppose you would be willing to check in on her? She'll be terribly upset with me if she knows I let you in. But, I suppose if I were to step out to get more towels, you two might simply let yourselves in."

The diminutive blonde holds the heavy stack up for show.

"She... tends to go through a number of them."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Ooh, you make a good point." I say, scratching my chin as I cast my gaze upwards. "Have you spoken much to Kyris, the blacksmith? He's such a sweetheart. We should all meet up sometime, see what experiences we have of using our horns for fun. Plus he's definitely big enough for two, if you get what I mean." The sound of Sigrún's... er... noise... draws my mind once again back to the task at hand. I cast a bewildered look over towards the door for a few moments. "Goodness, what is that poor woman putting herself through. This is as much of a call for my help as I have ever heard before." I murmur, tutting and shaking my head a little.

I shoot Eowyn a great big grin as she offers to... well... 'get towels'. "You're the best Eowyn. When I've got some more free time I'd love to chat more about what male minotaurs get up to or even help out around here if it gets busy for you. I owe you one, that's for sure. And I never leave someone I owe unsatisfied."

My tail whips around to give Cyrus a quick slap on the butt. "Come on now, lets go see what we can do. For the good of Hawkethorne and all that." I stride over towards the middle door, already beginning to loosen up my clothes for removal before even entering inside. "Oh, we should probably have a safeword to yell so you know any loud noises you hear inside aren't the good kind. Uh... how about 'help, she's killing us, she's killing us, oh gods Cyrus is already dead, help, help!' Think you can remember that?"

I wait for a response from the other two before ruffling Cyrus's hair and heading on inside.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Content with the situation, Eowyn hefts up the stack of towels and hands them over to Cyrus. The catboy, for his part, gives a little yelp as you whip his bottom with your pointed tail and a little glare beside when you make your 'safe word' known.

"Why do you think she'd kill me first? I'm a very accomplished fighter, I'll have you know."

All the same, as you begin to disrobe and head your way over to the middlemost room, the bard gestures for you to stop before plunging right on in. Although it's a little hard for him to manage, given his arms are full of big, fluffy lengths of fabric, he creeps up closer to the door's handle and very gently hooks one of his fingers into it. With all the care in the world, he pulls it very slightly ajar, just enough for the steam to begin leaking out. You catch him peeking in through the crack for a moment... and then a little longer than a moment... and then eventually a few long seconds before he remembers himself.

"Y-Yeah, it's about what I figured... have a look before we go rushing in, yeah?"

The bard steps aside so you can sate your curiosity in just what it is he thought to keep from you for so long. Although, as you get closer to the entrance, the slick plapping sound from within gives you a very good idea of just what Sigrún's gotten up to.

"Fuck! Haa... Come on!"

Through billowing clouds of vapor, you spot the temperamental she-wolf leaning up against the wall opposite the door. Though you got the idea she was quite a tough woman just from her size back at Marianne's, it's clear from your cursory examination that she isn't just tall, but also strong. The plush, grey-and-white coat that covers her every inch masks it somewhat, but you can make out a lean, powerful physique rippling beneath her silky hide, with broad, strong-looking shoulders offset only by the wider curve of her hips that help add some femininity to her otherwise cut body.

Not that it's the only thing adding a feminine charm to her: having tossed her towel aside, you easily spot her big, fluffy tits, each of them the same snowy white color that makes up her underbelly, framed by the darker fur that comprises the majority of her coat. They're quite big, maybe even as big as yours, although it's hard to tell without a little smooshing contest. Though her areola are largely hidden by her fur, each breast is dotted by a visibly erect nipple, black as coal but no less suckable for it.

It's a little hard to focus on them, of course, even though they jiggle prettily with the motion of her efforts. But the efforts in question innately draw your eye, following one of her big, strong arms as it snakes down and down her body and between her legs. And that is where you spot the object giving her so much trouble: the strong, v taper of her mound leads not to a pretty, black-lipped pussy, but instead to a huge, angry-looking red shaft and a matching pair of apple-sized balls. It's tapered as you've come to expect from the more canine of your lovers, getting thicker and thicker towards the base. And it gets very thick, to your delight, especially with what looks like a big, juicy knot threatening to spill out of the sheath behind it. A shame you can't hardly appreciate it in all its magnificence, given the big, fuzzy paw currently coiled around it, pumping like it's her last day on earth.

"Come on... Come on! Fuck!"

Caught up in the sight, Cyrus has to clear his throat to get your attention. Though, given the way his handsome cheeks have tinted, it seems he finds the display fairly arousing.

"She's... a little unconventional for a Lupine... And a little self-conscious about her... extra, if I'm right. How do you wanna handle it?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Well I can't announce my own sudden and tragic death, now, can I? You can replace 'Cyrus' with 'Aurora' in your version if you want." I say, smirking a little at Cyrus's protest to my 'safeword'. "Though I must say I was quite impressed with you in my version of events. Putting yourself in harms way to save me was very heroic. If the whole scene wasn't so violent it would have left me quite weak at the knees."

As Cyrus moves in front to get to the door first, I step back and click my tongue a little. "Well you don't have to do it now." I huff, folding my arms over my chest. "You've got plenty of other ways to make me weak at the knees." I murmur quietly out, tilting my head to the side to try and peer past him and see whatever it is he's gawking at. "...And something clearly has you distracted. Now I have to see what's going on in there."

Once he finally steps aside I finally steps aside, I shuffle up to the door while rubbing my palms together, leaning forward to get a look inside. And I have to stop myself from whistling. Ooh, come to mommy. Sigrún has it going on in all the best ways. "Oh yeah... I can see why you were staring so much." I whisper to him, my eyes glazing over with unfiltered lust and adoration for the Lupine's impressive form. My jaw hangs agape a little to part my mouth in a silly, dizzy smile as I look her up and down. Fuck. Really was everyone's loss that she didn't show up to the tavern to rut Marianne into the counter there and then. The whole of Hawkethorne would have enjoyed that show. I know I certainly would have.

This certainly gave new meaning to that limp I saw earlier. If she was walking out of the inn with this getting lively between her legs then that would make anyone walk funny. I wondered how much of this was my doing, courtesy of my little magical influence on her, or whether she was the kind to get turned on from any sort of heated confrontation and would have had to 'cool off' somehow even if it weren't for me. Either way, it seemed she was in desperate need of someone with my skills and if I was even partly responsible for this then the least I could do was help out.

"Handle it?" I murmur, quietly slipping into the room as I disrobe the rest of my clothes with even greater intent than before. "In so many ways. And suck on it... and ride it... and just... Oooh~" I bite my lower lip as I strip down entirely. "I love a girl that can pick me up and smother me in her tits while she packs me full of puppies. Got to be one of my favourite kinds of people."

I start to saunter over towards Sigrún, striding through the vapour that fills the room. "Fancy seeing you here." I say, announcing my presence before I reach her entirely, setting my hands on my hips so my arms didn't cover an inch of my body as I stood before her. "Looks like you could use the touch of a lust spirit. Fortunately for you ones in town, and she's all about solving everyone's problems."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You get the idea that Cyrus must have said something at some point. But given that you've locked your eyes on a big, canine valkyrie bitch with an equally big bitch-breaker between her legs, whatever words of caution he might've offered largely fade into the foreground. You disrobe in short order and slide your way through the entryway and into the steamy sauna beyond. The heat in the air is as welcoming as the sight, and you find that in such a warm, moist environment, Sigrún's scent unmistakable hints the air: a deep, musky, primal sort of smell, undoubtedly from the fat shaft she seems intent on pumping away at. Of course, she could only lose herself in the act so much, and when you announce your presence, you're impossible for her to miss, throes of passion or not.

And when her eyes peel open and she sees you, they grow wide with a mixture of what must be alarm, embarrassment, and of course, anger. The fingers around her shaft uncoil for a time, although realizing her exposure, she swiftly brings them back over her maleness; although its size means that she can't exactly cover it all with a single hand, no matter how big her paw-like appendages are. Her other hand makes a valiant attempt at covering what the first could not, but realizing her tits are on display as well, she brings the entire arm belonging to that one up to try and cover at least her nipples.

"The hell are you doing here?! I told that damned elf to lock the door!"

It's not exactly the kind of response you're used to receiving when you shimmy out of your clothes and wander over offering someone a little help with their libido. Granted, you haven't exactly encountered anyone quite so moody as Sigrún in the handful of days since your return to the mortal plane. All things considered, most of the inhabitants of Hawkethorne were quick to fool around with you, no questions asked. It's a little hard to make out all of what causes the luscious Lupine's aggression, but your abilities being what they are - and the fact her shaft throbs visibly even as she snarls at you - indicates that a not insignificant amount of it is sexual. Maybe she just needs to be convinced to rut it out of her system?

"If that hag sent you over here to deal with me, save it. I'm dealing with a situation right now, and I don't have time to play... whatever this is with some purple elf."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"No one sent me here. You could say I was... drawn to you." I say, sighing softly at Sigrún's reaction. Such a fiery warrior of a woman, yet so embarrassed by being seen in the nude. She should be proud of her body and all of her glorious assets. A woman like this shouldn't have to deal with being pent up all on her own, she should have her pick of near any of the holes in the town to help satisfy her. Still, as inclined as I was to push, I won't cross a boundary that's been set. If after I make my case she insists that I should go then I will. That doesn't mean I won't make my case as convincing as I possibly can.

"And I'm far from just some purple elf." I smirk as with a flick of my wrist I start to draw out her lusts once more, more intensely than I did back at the inn. I had no interest in overwhelming the poor woman to the point that she was but an animal driven by her unrestrained urges - at least not right away, though if things go well at first I'd happily escalate that far later. But with her lusts so... open and at the forefront... in more ways than one... it seemed an easy task for someone of my talents to help embolden them. Let her feel a taste of what I can do. What I am.

"As I said before, my name's Aurora. And I'm a Lust Spirit. The genuine article, if a tad more mortal than I've grown accustomed to being." I take a few steps towards her, slowly, but definitively drawing closer to her. My hips sway with each step as my legs cross in front of each other. Even the way my hands dangle by my sides as I saunter over towards her seems to draw attention to the curves of my body. "And you definitely seem like you could use a Lust Spirit right now. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I really do want to talk. To work with you. But I can see you might be a bit too... frustrated... in more ways than one... for that right now. But hey, if Marianne pissed you off... if I pissed you off... all the more reason to put me in my place, don't you think?"

I slowly lean forward, reaching out to gently rest my hands on her thighs and run my fingers through the fur over her strong musculature. I let out a heavy, breathy sigh as I let my tits dangle before her. "You the competitive sort? I'm always happy to make this kind of thing a wager to spice it up if you want. Or we could do away with all that and you can just claim me by force. What sort of thing really gets you going, Sigrún?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You get the idea that Sigrún has a lot of things to say at the moment, and none of them are likely to be kind if accounts of her temper were anything to go by. You also get the idea that the only thing keeping those words caught up in her throat is the fact you've quite literally caught her with her pants down—or off, as may be the case. Whatever shame unwarranted shame she might feel about her body, it's not particularly hard to brush it aside with a flick of your hand as you try to draw out the very obvious arousal that seems to be afflicting her. She nearly whimpers as the feeling shoots up her spine and sends her hefty shaft to throbbing, the big, fat pillar of canine cock drooling a long stream of precum down its length as you sashay your way towards her. Oh, yes, somebody is very pent up, and you can't blame the poor girl. Trapped in a hot, steamy room with her, the soft scent of charcoal heating the water is overwhelmed by the pungent, primal musk that you associate more with beasts than humans. The smell of something that wants to fuck.

Sigrún squares her shoulders as you get close enough to touch her. You can feel the tension radiating off her body as you linger close, letting your fingers just barely trace along the strong curve of her hips and the taper of her thick, powerful thighs. You can feel the warmth radiating off of her as you sway your tits for her wild eyes to enjoy, the pupils of her bloody red eyes having gone to pin-pricks in her arousal. It's honestly hard to say what she intended to do. Like a predator, her body lean and powerful body was all coiled up and ready to explode in a moment. Knowing her reputation, that moment could very well be one of violence, and you almost think she might mean to strike you for a split second as she takes a deep breath. The fear is, of course, replaced as she lets the breath go, a terribly shuddering thing, and suddenly lunges forward. You feel the incredible heat of her obscene member press into your tummy by virtue of your height difference, and a big, rough paw seizes the hair at the base of your neck and pulls down, forcing you to crane your head up just in time for her muzzle to descend to meet it.

Rather than be consumed by her maw full of lengthy teeth, however, you are met by the strange (if pleasant) sensation of her canine lips parting against your own and her long, thick tongue spilling forward to try and lock you in what promises to be a passionate, if very messy, kiss. She's a forceful beast of a woman, perhaps to be expected given how hard up she is for release, and rather than engage in the delicate dance of lovers enjoying one another's embrace, her kiss is more a showing of dominance, her appendage working to force yours to submit to her by either instinct or desire. Something her body is quick to follow in the example of, as her other hand sweeps down to grab and maul the cheek of your plump bottom. The strong arm it belongs to pulls you close enough for her to pump her slick bitch-breaker up and down along the smoothness of your stomach, and it's like as not the only reason she eventually breaks away from her conquest of your mouth is to see to its throbbing.

"Get... Get on your knees!" Her eyes are wide and wild as she makes her breathy demand, offering you just enough space to sink to them and get familiar with her anatomy, "Suck me dry!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

My tongue flicks saliva from my top lip to my bottom as I catch sight of that thick dollop of pre crowning Sigrún's tip. If the ill tempered bitch's earlier ferocity was anything to go by, then she'll be able to put that fat fuckstick of hers to very good use. The dollop drools its way down her length, making my heart skip a beat as she shows off her potency just from this little bit of early arousal. With such thick and heavy balls of hers, I could only imagine how much she would be capable of releasing, especially if she was half as pent up as she seemed. Fuck, and she smelled sooo good. Such a heavy musk. It made my head all soupy. What was a woman like this doing without someone milking her cock within reach whenever she needed them? A tragedy is what it is.

She's certainly on edge, not surprising given she's been caught in quite the vulnerable position. Though she doesn't seem to outwardly object to my hands running lighting through the fur on her thighs, and her eyes certainly seemed to enjoy the little show I dangle before her. With a slight shuffle of my shoulders, I give the girls a good shake, adding to the jiggle to help wet her appetite further. Not that it seems she needs any more appetite wetting, as she finally springs into action.

She's swift enough that her passion even catches me off guard as she grips my head and brings me in for a deep kiss. Delighted by the feeling of her muzzle against my lips and her cock pressing against my tummy both at the same time, I let out a brief squeal that's muffled within seconds and soon replaced with a moan as I sink into the sensation. Being handled like this... now this is how you kissed someone you wanted to claim. I even felt one of my feet kick up in the air from the sensation. I welcome her tongue, my own tangling with hers, the contrasting shapes of our mouths leading to a very messy but deep kiss. She was working to take control... and I couldn't help but let her.

As she grasps my rear and pulls my against her, I feel myself slipping further into the role of her submissive conquest, gasping timidly at the sensation yet letting my hands run through her fur as I press my tits against her. I crane my neck up more and more as I feel her overpower me with her kiss, gazing up in surrender through my half lidded eyes as I'm made to practically drink down her saliva so it could smother the flames of my bratty teasing. When she finally breaks the kiss, I'm left dizzy before her, gazing up as she gives me a command that sends a shiver up my spine.

I nod, dropping to my knees before her, my tits, hands and cheek all brushing against her body as I go down. "Yes..." I murmur, as if my obedience hadn't already been conveyed with my body. Her cock, as large and thick as it is, brushes against my face as I bring myself down to face it. My hands run up and down it as I breathe deep of her musk. I eagerly press my tongue against it, wanting to taste that thick dollop of pre that I had eyed before, although much of it must be smeared against my own body by now. I kiss and lick along the length, taking a moment to burry my face against her heavy balls and savour the both of them before pulling back. "There's so much..." I murmur, cupping my tits as I wrap them around her shaft. "I'll have to use all of me to make you feel good..." With my breasts squeezing around her thick cock, I lean in and take her tip into my mouth. My long tongue circles it as I start to bob my head up and down, all the while my tits keep the lower half of her shaft stimulated as I get used to the feeling of her stuffing my mouth full.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You can feel Sigrún's body ripple, or perhaps shudder, as you slowly drop down, letting every inch of you that can be offered brush along her thick, downy coat, the plushness of her fur serving a stark comparison for the hard muscle just beneath it. Once your knees touch the warm wood beneath, you can't kept but struggle to appreciate that wonderfully contrasted body of hers, however, as the heavy shaft that throbs just before your eyes is magnificent enough to make all else pale in comparison. You can don't even need your eyes to tell you how pent up she is. You can smell how backed up those big, fuzzy balls of hers are. It's a thick, rich, primal sort of stink, the kind you imagine a proper dire wolf would give off at the height of its season, right before it pinned down some lucky mate and absolutely rutted a litter of pups into it. But there's something else to the smell, something somehow even more intoxicating; there's a distinctly feminine scent as well, mixed somewhere in the musk.

As you pump a big, heavy wad of pre-cum from her tip with your hands, and lap the rich, virile seed away, you find the source after worshipful kisses lead you down to suck on her hefty, apple-sized balls. You can taste the arousal of a female yearning for just that same rutting, a delicate flavor when compared to the mustiness of her nuts, but present all the same, and all the more present along the fur of her thighs. You don't even need to heft her heavy sack up to know that just behind it must be a very needy cunt to match her pulsing maleness.

"Fuck, yeah there is... use... everything... ohhhhhhhfuck, yes..."

The sounds the alpha bitch produces are like music to your pointed ears. You can practically feel all that pent-up, misguided aggression roiling around inside her as you work your bust around her shaft and begin to pump it up and down, up and down, leaving only crowning inches out of your stroking so they can enjoy some skillful tongue work. It's like she can't quite decide what to do with herself, hands grasping at air for a few moments before she decides to lean back and brace one of them on the wall of the sauna, and the other atop your head, a big wolf-paw coming down to encourage your efforts. Her hips eventually begin to roll as she loses herself in the sensation, your silky skin growing sweaty from the steam, leaving the hot, slick bitch-breaker between them to slide easily between, each stroke leaving a lewd, sticky 'schlick' in its wake as Sigrún begins to mate with your chest and mouth in earnest, her tapered head all but drooling the excess seed in her balls across your tongue with every swirl, the throbs each accompanied by what can only be described as a panting growl.

[Lazy Kitsune]

I roll my heavy tits against and around her thick cock, feeling its warmth throb between my cleavage as the first thick wads of puppy pre grace my hungry, slutty tongue. Fuck she was potent. Pent up enough to spill out pre thick enough to make my head spin and eyes dilate. A manhood that built up enough to burst and fill the whole town with pups. And to top it all off, or I suppose underscore it in this case, needy, horny cunt buried underneath her musky sack. Oh you poor girl... its hard enough being pent up with only one set of genitals, but two both screaming at you to fuck and get fucked at the same time? Don't you worry. Mama Aurora's here now to make it all better.

Although Sigrún is still very much the bitch with all the power here. Which she makes perfectly clear with that paw on my head keeping in my place. Soon her hips join my head in motion, rolling and bucking and pumping to help my already eager effort in getting her thick bitch breaker as smoothly down my throat as possible. The motion helps with the tit fucking as well. Keeping my shoulder bent in now is all that I need on my part to keep the girls squeezed around her pulsing wolf cock, especially with her hips pressing in to keep my tits squeezed between our bodies. This frees up my hands to make sure the rest of her was tended to as well.

I gently run some fingers through the fur of her thigh as I gag around deeper inches of her cock, before moving over to cup and cradle her heavy balls. While those get the gentle fondling they deserve, my other hand slips around to find her hidden cunt behind her sack. While my occasional gagging offers up spit and wolf pre to dribble past my lips and over my tits and the length of Sigrún's cock, my fingers find the wetness dripping out from between her lengths and follows it to her wolfish pussy, tracing around her lips as I start to tease and test at her entrance there, letting her know how willing I am to play with each and every glorious part of her body.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It's an interesting experience, getting frisky with these wolf-folk. As Sigrún ruts her hips forward, pumping her inhuman shaft between your tits and up into your mouth with all the vigor she can manage, without bowling you over entirely at least, the sounds she makes are familiar. Sure, they're got a smoky mystique to them, underscored with a feminine tone that makes it clear she probably considers herself more woman than anything else, but they're the same kind of deep, guttural grunts that any man would make while fucking the chest of an elven hotty, getting their meat nice and slippery as they work the load in their nuts up for a big, messy finale. But there's something else there. Something a little more animal. When she growls, she doesn't growl like a man, lost in the sensation of slick titflesh and throbbing balls. She growls like a proper wolf might, while mounting its mate, and chasing that deep, instinctual need to spread its seed. Maybe it's made all the more noticeable by the virility of this particular specimen, of Sigrún's alpha tendencies, but you can't help but wonder just how wild a night with these lupine who inhabit your old stomping grounds might get. Something you'll hopefully get to see very, very soon.

While the big wolf bitch takes her pleasure, filling your mouth and depressing your tongue with hot, musky canine cock, your fingers make good use of their time. You can practically feel how pent up the poor girl is as you cup and cradle her jewels, almost hard in your palm from all the tension they're holding. She snarls blissfully as you fondle them, squeezing them just gently enough to weaken her resolve a little more, massaging them as they deserve in your skilled fingers. But the sound she makes when you slowly trace between one of those big, thick thighs and feel the wet heat behind those wonderful balls, she sputters for a second. And when the tips of your fingers trace along her slick black sex, prodding and teasing, she whine, half-canine and half-woman, like you'd just caught her by the balls; an amusing thought, given you've quite literally got her by them already. It even manages to slow her rapid, tit-quaking thrusts for a time, as she looks down at you with wide, almost shy eyes, understanding that you're after more than just her maleness. You can't help but wonder, whether out of pride or simply a lack of interested partners, that her female parts might not see as much action as the male ones.

After a moment, she swallows the slobber gathering in her maw, and either having accepted your intentions, or simply lost too much in her mating-rut to stop, works herself back up to the same rhythm, the sides of your tits growing frothy with saliva and pre-cum as she continues to pump herself between them and up into your mouth, her throbbing bitch-breaking depositing no shortage of nervous little squirts across your tongue whenever your fingers start to prod a little deeper into the drenched pussy just beyond her meaty sack.