"Fuuhh, ahhhnghh, ahh...~! Ahh, ahhh...! It’s so big...~ W-What is this...? Hnghh, ahngh, ah, ahh, ah, ahhh!"
Tilde’s moans tore out of her throat, raw and ragged, echoing across the open yard. The sounds were wet and hungry, the kind of moaning that said she’d stopped worrying about getting caught a long ti ago. It was slipping toward winter, and already so beastkin were feeling heat under their fur despite the chill, sneaking to fuck behind closed doors. But we were out here, naked and open, making a scene. Not that I cared.
I kept driving into her, feeling that hot, tight grip—her hole clamping and releasing with every inch of my dick. The tiny beads of flesh along her inner walls rubbed and rolled against , each ridge stroking in rhythm so that every thrust sent a spike of pleasure up my spine. It got to the point where everything else blurred and all I could focus on was the slick pressure around my cock.
"Nghh, ahh, ahhhnghh, ah, ah, ahhhngh, ahh...~ You’re going at it so hard, fufufu... Is it that really irresistible?" she breathed, throwing her head back to peer at over her shoulder as I hamred into her.
Her voice was breathy and playful, half challenge, half plea. I leaned close and let the words slide into her ear, low and teasing. "I’d say your vagina’s so-so," I murmured. "You haven’t managed to make cum yet."
Her rabbit ears twitched hard at that—tiny, erotic movents that made her shoulders shiver. I’d touched a nerve, it seed, as she tightened instinctively, nails scoring my hips. The reaction lit sothing under her skin and she t , rolling her hips in a quick, provocative counter.
"Fufufufu... Is that so? So it’s just ’so-so’ to you, huh?" she asked with a half-laugh, half-growl, and pressed her body against mine.
Her pussy was clamped around like a vise, so tight it felt like she was trying to trap inside forever. I grabbed her hips and switched my rhythm. No more straight pounding. I rotated my hips slowly, circling my cock inside her, tracing the rim of her cervix with the tip of my shaft as I angled each turn to press and widen her at the sa ti. It was a deliberate, teasing motion ant to shape her, to feel every contour.
"Nghhh, ahhngh, ahh, ah, ahhh...! Nnghh, hhhnghh, ahhnghh, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh...! Nnghhh, nnghhh ahhh, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaaah...~"
Her face went slack with pleasure, mouth parted, eyes almost half-closed. She was dripping—slick and hot—so much that my cock slid in and out without friction, only the soft, wet suction of her folds and the internal beads working against . The scent of her—musky and even sweet—wrapped around my nose and made the world feel fuzzy, like floating drunk on a slow burn. Her hips were a perfect cradle as well. I wanted to anchor my hands there and never let go.
I kept the circular motion a few long beats more, feeling her insides fold to my shape, then shifted back to a harder back-and-forth, letting my hips slam into the rhythm I wanted. The tempo changed, faster and heavier now.
"Hnghh, ahnnghh, ahh... ahnghh, ah, ahhh...! Ah, ah, ahhh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, ah, ahhhh!"
Her pussy clenched tighter and tighter, shaping itself to until it seed to adopt the exact contour of my cock. It didn’t want to return to how it had been. The pressure was incredible—sharp and impossible to ignore—and I couldn’t help but keep moving.
"Hhnghh, ahh, m-mooreee...~ hahngh, ahhh, ah, ahhhnghh...! Moreeee~...!"
She cried out like a demand, the sound high and bright. Her small tail whipped and spun behind her in frantic little arcs, each thump a reflection of the tremors running through her body. Her back arched, breasts lifting, nipples hardening under the strain of pleasure. She was at the edge, teetering so close to falling.
"Nghhh, hnghh, ahnghh, ah, ahhhnghh, ah, ahhh, ahnghh, ahn, ahhhh, ah, ah, ahhh...!"
Her breathing turned ragged, thin, and then it happened—I felt my cock tighten like it was about to burst. I couldn’t hold back. I pulled free and unloaded, shooting thick, hot sen straight at her butt. The first hit slapped against soft skin, then another blast followed, and another—my nut emptied in a sudden, violent torrent more than I’d expected. My cum slicked across the curve of her ass, warm and wet.
At the sa mont she convulsed, her own juices answered—sudden, powerful jets exploding out of her in a chaotic squirt. It was like a flood, coming in multiple streams that spattered the ground and soaked her legs. Her knees trembled and gave out and she slid down the slick puddle she’d created, collapsing onto her own wetness.
As she hit the dirt, a pale yellow wash leaked between her thighs—she’d pissed herself, the hot stream steaming into the cold air, mixing with the white gloss of my cum. The two liquids mingled along the small of her back, running together in a ssy, obscene braid. She looked filthy and gorgeous with sen cooling on her skin.
Before I could think, she pushed herself up, lips wet and hungry, and leaned forward to take in her mouth. She licked, tasted, and sucked with fervor, greedy for every last drop. Even though I’d just emptied and my cock was hypersensitive, the pressure of her mouth pulled at like a second orgasm.
"Mchuu... mmm...~" she humd around , little wet noises that told she relished the taste. A rabbit woman in heat was dangerous—reckless, insistent, and fiercely greedy—and she seed determined to claim dominance through lust.
I decided to give her what she wanted, but not without setting the rules. Sex-battles with weren’t sothing she could win easily. I hooked an arm under her thighs and lifted her in a quick, practiced princess carry, muscles tense and sure. She tucked her arms around my neck as I carried her to the bed, her breath hot against my face.
On the mattress I set her down and tore at the last of her clothes, ripping them away until her breasts heaved free, nipples flushed and bouncing with the movent. She wore that lewd, triumphant smile again, eyes bright with want.
I aid my cock back at her entrance and plunged in, feeling her warm walls yield and swallow whole as I sank inside her once more.
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