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Breeding Cengifu – Part 2

©2025 Bruno Hirschkoff

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Stillwater Cove, Rhocarn

Winter 1420 AD

Cengifu

Cengifu’s perception of her surroundings was hazy and indistinct. Exhaustion, both physical and sexual, surrounded the elk doe’s consciousness in a foggy blanket. It was a dark winter’s night in Stillwater Cove, Cengifu’s hometown on the west coast of Rhocarn. But the seasonal chill could scarcely touch Cengifu; not only was she an elk and well-built for the northern winter, she also found herself in a state of hormonal, sexual arousal like nothing she’d ever felt before.

Women of most Asantrean taxa have a hormonal cycle which has roughly a monthly oscillation. Men have it too, albeit on a slower cycle. The height of this cycle is when Cervid, Caprin and Equid women are more likely to conceive. Most of the time, hormonal cycles are barely noticeable to most people, beyond subtle changes. Once every dozen cycles or so, however, a heightened cycle strikes. A man’s desire escalates and he thinks of little else, and a woman’s desire becomes more evident. Cervids, Equids and Caprin enter a state of greatly increased urges, fertility and desire, marked by intense pheromonal discharges and such a flood of sex hormones that little else matters to them but the quenching of their flame. Men go into rut, and women into estrus, to use the Cervid terminologies. It’s an ancient, primal thing; coded deep into the mode primordial parts of the brain. Going into estrus can be hard for many. It’s a constant distraction for its duration. A dull, aching throb, a rapid and insatiable libido. But, for most, even being in estrus is controllable, even if it is a distraction, and a temptation for many.

A few times in a lifetime (more for some, less for others), there comes an estrus cycle that transcends all reason. Those cycles, where all sensibility is eroded, lust and desire becomes paramount, are known colloquially as heat, and it was in heat that Cengifu found herself, towards the end of winter, in early 1420.

Many women (and indeed men too, if they were in rut) would cloister themselves away during the height of their heat cycle. For the protection of others, as much as their own.

Others did not.

Cengifu, this being the first time she had experienced a true heat, did not.

Instead, she sought companionship. The foul, carnal touch of as many men as she could find. She craved it in a way she’d never even contemplated before. The rough, hoarse grunting of their breath over her face, the powerful thrusts of their hips driving their swollen, vulgar organs deep into her sex, the flood of slick warmth and rhythmic convulsions they made when they ejected their lust deep inside her…

The Hairy Fig was the obvious destination for a woman in Cengifu’s state. It was ideal. A public house, a tavern, an inn, a bawdyhouse and a bathhouse all in one, it was Stillwater Cove’s largest and best establishment for virtually anything a consenting adult could hope for. A ‘den of debauchery,’ the Arahanic priests liked to call it (even as they, themselves, maintained a secret entrance to the establishment for their own purposes).

No fewer than five men, that evening, had taken Cengifu, and seven more had spilled their lust over her or on her body, and paid for the privilege in hard silver. Her heat burned so hot, so bright, and her inhibitions were so far gone, that she demanded to be bred by as many as possible, in public in a passageway that connected the Hairy Fig’s tap-room to its bathhouse.

She was vaguely aware that she’d been chaperoned, as well. Rhell, a courtesan, had been selling her. Taking a fee for the use of her body. Ordinarily, Cengifu would have been horrified at the thought, but in the context of that evening, it was a blessing. Not only did she make a substantial sum, she was also protected from the worst of the men who might have used her, by the high price Rhell demanded.

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The warm strength of the elder of two elk who had rutted her… Bruno, she thought he’d said his name was… was her anchor to reality as he held her with surprising tenderness and protectiveness in the aftermath of their desperate, grunting union. He was the twelfth man who had spilled his seed over her that evening, though only five had left their lustful eruptions burning inside her. She could dimly feel the crust of many ejaculations drying in her pelt and tugging on her fur when she moved, and knew that if Bruno let go of her she would simply collapse to the stone floor of the Hairy Fig. The crowd of patrons and onlookers, still riding high on the carnal display they had been witness to, gave a mighty roar of encouragement to something happening nearby. Rhell was entertaining a handsome Caprin man, Cengifu dimly acknowledged. His penis was very wet. Her mouth watered.

Kristian, Bruno’s son, was gazing worriedly into her face over his father’s shoulder, and she managed a sultry little smirk for him and a flutter of her semen-crusted eyelashes that elicited a laugh from him.

“Don’t tell me the heat still burns in you after all of that?” Kristian said to her.

Cengifu deliberately allowed her eyes to drop down his naked body to his groin, then back up to his face. Then Lukyan, the slender Lupa courtesan, appeared alongside Kristian, with a cloth pouch of silver pennies in one hand—Cengifu’s earnings—and a bottle of liquor in the other, from which he had obviously been drinking. The wolf slid his arm around the younger elk’s waist and pressed his body against his lover’s.

“Rhell has granted Cengifu the use of her chamber to recover, should she need it,” Lukyan said, his soft, lilting voice slightly slurred.

His lavender eyes drank in the sight of her with undisguised lust, and Kristian relieved him of the bottle.

“I think that is a good idea,” Bruno’s voice rumbled through her body.

“Aye, she may need to be confined for her own good, did you see the look she just gave me?” Kristian said half-jokingly, taking a long swig of liquor.

Lukyan kissed him.

“S’long as I am c’nfined wi’ you…” Cengifu mumbled thickly, staring at their groins.

“With whom, me or my son?” Bruno said.

She squeezed him tightly and mumbled at the sensation of his voice, hazily buried her muzzle in the dense winter fur around his muscular neck and attempted to hump him. “Both o’ya. Nnf… three o’ya… all at once…”

“Alright, alright, that’ll do, come now, we should get you cleaned up and into a nice comfortable bed,” Bruno laughed.

He hoisted her easily off her hooves into his arms and Cengifu looped her arms weakly around his neck. Her loins still burned hot, throbbing and pulsing with a deep, primal need even after the explosive and impromptu public orgy that had just occurred, with her at the centre of it. But dimly, she agreed with the two elk’s assessment that, at the very least, she needed to be relocated to a much less public setting to recover.

She wondered if she would become pregnant by either of them. Of all the people who had bred her, spilt their seed on, over or inside her, only Bruno and Kristian were able to sire a fawn by her. Her insides clenched and quivered at the thought. Was it excitement, or fear? The deeply muffled spark of her sensibility, utterly overwhelmed by her heat, reminded her that she was in no position to raise a child. But the burning, aching need in her loins defied that tiny voice inside her head.

From the very public site of her breeding, it was only a short walk through the sprawling establishment that was the Hairy Fig to its public bathhouse. The stone room was thick with steam and the musty scent of wet bodies, and Cengifu caught sight of numerous heads swivelling to follow the progress of the nude elk carrying a very thoroughly used doe.

Oh yes, he’s still naked…

Cengifu dropped her hand to Bruno’s genitals, finding him still mostly erect despite having just climaxed inside her, and fondled him awkwardly. He grunted and dropped her unceremoniously over the edge of one of the raised baths with a mighty splash, to laughter from Kristian and Lukyan.

“You can wash her, Kris,” Bruno laughed. “I’m going to find our clothes.”

Cengifu recovered quickly from the shock of being dropped into the water, and dipped her face under the surface to scrape the worst of the biology from her muzzle and eyes. The water made it feel soapy and stringy, and her eyes stung.

“Are you not coming in?” Cengifu asked of Lukyan the wolf, who leaned on his elbows on the bath’s edge while she squinted painfully at him. “I’ve never had a wolf before…”

“You make such a tempting proposition, squinting at me through a crust of ungulate jelly. I am a courtesan, Cengifu. If you wanted me to fuck you, you’d have to pay,” Lukyan said with a wink, although he licked his lips seductively. “I’m just… watching.”

“You and he are lovers?” Cengifu pressed, nodding towards the younger elk, whose naked body was visible through the dense steam, fetching washcloths, brushes and soap.

“Aye, that we are,” Lukyan confirmed.

“Does he pay you when he fucks you?”

“Yes, he does, but not with coins. With love and affection, and with his understanding of me,” Luk said, an edge to his voice that told Cengifu she’d been rude.

She flattened her ears and dipped her muzzle. “Sorry. I can’t control what comes out of me at the moment.”

“Or what goes into you, either!” Lukyan laughed. “I know, and it’s alright. I’ve rarely seen anyone so profoundly affected by her heat as you are, you’ve nothing to apologise for. It’s… fascinating. I only hope you do not regret tonight too much in the coming days and weeks, and that it instead takes root in your mind as a cherished memory.”

Cengifu rose up in the water until her heavy breasts came into view, and waded across to place them casually on the edge of the bath next to Lukyan. He stared openly at them, and idly reached to tease a clawtip around one of her nipples. Cengifu gasped loudly and made a clumsy grab for the front of Lukyan’s silken trousers with a wet hand, from which he did not shrink. She pawed and fumbled at him until he was hard once more, and heard his breath hitch in his throat when she squeezed his rod firmly.

“Gods, I want you to fuck your puppies into me,” she said thickly. “You’ve been hard over me three times now and still you haven’t taken what you know would be yours without a second thought… now that would be a cherished memory…”

Lukyan seemed to be severely tempted, mildly intoxicated as he was. Slick wetness bloomed at the peak of his silk-enrobed cock, dampening the fabric still more, and Cengifu thumbed around his oddly pointed tip.

“In Rhell’s room. Not here,” he said finally, his voice hoarse with desire. “Otherwise I’d have to make a show of you paying for my services…”

Cengifu bleated hornily and mouthed at the wolf’s throat, still holding onto his cock like it was her most treasured possession.

“Are you two enjoying yourselves there?” came Kristian’s voice as the elk returned, washcloths and brushes in his hands and a small cloth pouch of soap flakes hanging from one of his antler tines.

“Mmh. She is… very persuasive,” Lukyan chuckled, turning to display his arousal to the elk, complete with an elk doe’s wet handprint around it.

“You two together would be an unstoppable force of fucking,” Kristian said, his nostrils flaring slightly to capture the combined scent of them.

Kris leaned in to tenderly kiss the wolf, pressing his bare cock alongside Lukyan’s clothed one until he, too, once more stood erect for Cengifu’s gaze. She stared open mouthed and felt the sputtering furnace inside her roar to life yet again, the same burning ache sending her body into quivering stiffness of limb, that telltale body language specific to Cervids. Kris flashed her a knowing smirk and clambered over the edge of the bath into the water with her, ostensibly to wash her fur. She was on him in a heartbeat, like some ravenous predator.

“You made yourself erect on purpose,” she accused him, grinding her body desperately against his, raising her leg around his hip to try and locate his cock at her entrance.

“Maybe I did,” Kris said into her ear.

He grunted as she found her target, and roughly sank onto him. Once more she felt his stiffness filling her, and for a brief moment, the gnawing hunger inside her, primal and raw, was satiated by his entrance.

“Don’t you dare try and pull it out this time,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me until I’m full of your fawns!”

Kristian groaned heatedly. From nearby, Lukyan watched on with undisguised lust, one of his hands out of sight beneath the rim of the raised bath and his shoulder shaking slightly. Cengifu glared at him over her shoulder while Kristian humped into her.

“If you come, puppy, it better be inside me… right where your lover’s cock is right now… oh fuck… it feels so good…”

“I know it does…” Lukyan murmured to her sensually, before flicking his eyes up to Kristian’s.

Kristian thrust firmly into her at those words, stealing her breath. He pushed her up against the edge of the bath and she flung her legs around his hips, locking him in place. Then Lukyan was behind her, supporting her upper body. She laid her head back over his shoulder and bleated loudly into the steamy, hot air of the bathhouse at the feeling of his hands on her chest. Those long and dexterous, claw-tipped fingers teased around her sensitive, erect nipples atop her heavy, pillowy breasts. He knew exactly what he was doing. Almost immediately, Cengifu felt an incredible intensification of her pleasure, and her body tensed and trembled. She grabbed for one of Kristian’s antlers and hauled him roughly down toward her, and dragged her tongue up his throat.

“Fill me with your fuck!” she snarled. “Do it. Do it now! Oh fuck I’m going to come…”

Kristian’s thrusts became faster and deeper, and Cengifu was dimly aware of the elk and the wolf kissing over her. She awkwardly thrust her arm over the edge of the bath and groped around behind and beneath her until she found Lukyan’s cock once again. He was just as stiff as before, perhaps even more so, and there was a thick, rigid bulb at the root of his shaft that she’d somehow not noticed earlier. Teetering on the brink of her orgasm, Cengifu gripped it and heard Lukyan grunt and whine into his kiss with Kristian, and felt his fingers grip and twist her nipples.

That set her off.

She climaxed with a guttural, bestial bleat, her body convulsing rhythmically with the involuntary contractions of her peak, and within the seething miasma of her pleasure, she felt Kristian reach his peak as well and begin to ejaculate into her. She fumbled urgently with Lukyan’s knot, and clamped her legs hard around Kristian’s waist while he climaxed inside her, fresh heat blooming in her abdomen as he emptied himself once more into her.

As her climax ebbed, Cengifu slowly came back to some semblance of her senses, and felt Kris withdraw from her under the water. Hurriedly, she snatched her hand back from where it had wandered down the inside of Lukyan’s trousers, and glanced at the wolf apologetically.

“Ahh, I’m sorry! I didn’t make you come, did I?” she said.

Lukyan laughed. “No, don’t you worry, it takes more than that to get me off, and playing with your tits was a nice distraction from tugging my knot.”

“You have to treat his knot like a rusted-shut doorknob, get it nice and lubricated and really twist and pull on it,” Kristian said knowingly.

Lukyan snapped his teeth at his lover, and Kris laughed.

“Now that little peak is taken care of, shall we try to actually bathe you, Cengifu?” Kris said to her.

The elk doe nodded demurely, and submitted to his touch. He was slow and methodical and gentle, and washed her with no regard for where his hands went or how intimate his touch became, and she relished every moment of it. He tenderly scrubbed every trace of seed from her fur with soap and brush and cloth, starting at her neck and working his way slowly down her shoulders and back and arms, with her kneeling in the water and him squatting behind her. He moved around her, and Cengifu felt her eyelids sink shut. She felt safe with him, almost as safe as she felt with his father Bruno, but for a slightly different reason. Bruno was fatherly, protective—his lovemaking had felt urgent and almost like a failure of his self-control, a transgression. She adored it, of course, but she read from his body language that he was not entirely comfortable with it. Kristian, though, was different. He was slightly effeminate and spoke with a heavy lisp, and his relationship with Lukyan intrigued her. Would he be attracted to her if she wasn’t in heat?

In the moment, Cengifu couldn’t bring herself to care. His hands caressed her body with a sort of intimate, honest reverence, exploring her with tenderness and gentleness, as though the effect she had on him was for her service above all else. He touched her in ways she would never usually tolerate a man touching her; he lifted her breasts one by one and cleansed beneath them, ran his hands openly over the slight paunch of her tummy, and along the subtle folds of flesh at her flanks. There was no judgement in his touch, and that made her want to kiss him.

Then he pressed his hand downward, over her buttocks, beneath her tail, and then between them, skilfully manipulating his soapy touch around a place no one else ever went, with his bare fingers. She groaned softly at the frank intimacy of his touch, and he maintained it for significantly longer than he needed to, his other hand making its way slowly down her soft belly and over the swell of her mound, to the lips of her vulva. His touch both front and back was measured and purposeful, and carried no ulterior motive, although it aroused Cengifu terribly yet again.

“Your breathing’s getting all shaky again,” Kristian observed in barely more than a whisper, right against her ear.

Cengifu parted her legs and pushed her hips backward onto his touch, and Kris tenderly lipped the side of her neck.

“Nnnf, you smell so incredibly good…” he murmured. “I can never come more than twice in a day usually, and am usually only interested in other men…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she chuckled. “I’m usually only interested in men, too, you know.”

“I could never have detected that,” Kris laughed.

“I think my clitoris is still dirty,” she said. “You need to keep scrubbing it.”

“Tart…”

Cengifu groaned softly as she felt Kristian’s fingers find their target and begin to ‘wash’ her clit. The bloom of pleasure immediately engulfed her yet again, and she laid her head back against his shoulder, allowing her mouth to fall open in sleepy, erotic pleasure. The heat of the bath water made her feel weightless, and lulled her almost into sleep against Kristian while he tenderly masturbated her.

At the ragged edges of her consciousness, she heard Kristian and Lukyan conversing quietly, sharing soft laughter here and there which rippled through Cengifu’s chest through the water. She realised in that moment that she was no longer burningly desperate for orgasms or to be bred; the soft, consistent stimulation Kristian was giving her was enough to bring her mind back to some kind of equilibrium.

It ended all too soon.

With the immediate flames of her furnace-like heat quenched, and her fur cleansed, Kristian gently shook her until she was lucid once more. He and Lukyan escorted Cengifu from the bath to the drying room, where jets of hot, dry air from somewhere beneath the floor were directed between the wooden planks to aid in stripping the moisture from dense fur. Drying took some time, and even freshly bathed, Cengifu’s heat had very obvious effects on other patrons who came and went. For the time being, though, even Cengifu was simply too exhausted to respond much, beyond the occasional sultry giggle and pointed stare when a man found himself unable to prevent his erection from rising at her presence.

From the drying room, Kristian and Lukyan half-carried Cengifu back through the bathhouse, and up a narrow, steep stairway that led first to the private rooms, and then, a level further up, to the far more luxurious quarters of the independent courtesans, including Rhell.

Bruno was waiting for them when they arrived, Lukyan still with a flagpole in his silk trousers; Kristian and Cengifu naked and fluffy from the baths. The elder elk had gathered up their clothing and had brought Cengifu’s earnings for her evening’s work with him. He had dressed and was seated in a comfortable, cushioned chair, with a cup of strong ale in his hand. Candlelight glinted from the glazed window, and from Bruno’s eyes, and cast a soft reddish glow around a room that was, to Cengifu, the absolute pinnacle of luxury; little short of palatial.

Bruno sniffed the air, curling his lip upward in flehmen. Despite her exhaustion, Cengifu’s mouth watered at the sight of him sampling the scent of her heat.

“I am happy to see you made it in one piece,” Bruno observed to Cengifu. “You’ll be sore tomorrow, let’s get you into bed.”

“Father, I…” Kristian began.

“Mm?”

“I owe her another eight pence.”

Bruno roared with laughter.

Cenfigu snorted and turned to Kristian. “Let your wolf lover fuck me and we can call it even – then you can repay him with love and affection.”

“He does look quite… piqued,” Bruno said.

Lukyan spluttered and adopted an expression of performative shock.

“Oh come now, it’s not like it’s something I haven’t witnessed before,” Bruno persisted.

“That was different!” Lukyan protested.

“Was it really now?”

Cengifu looked back and forth between Bruno and Lukyan, and finally stomped her hoof. “Are either of you going to tell me what you’re talking about?”

“Well!” Bruno began, a wide, cheeky grin on his face. “Would’ve been around… what was it, Kris, a year and a half ago? Yes, about then. It was summer. Kristian was feeling a little… self-conscious about himself and his appeal, which is very out of character for him. Long story short, there was an evening, much like tonight, except Kristian was the centre of attention and the purpose was to help him see himself in a new light. That was my first experience of Lukyan, who… when he is feeling amorous, is uh… almost…”

“Desperate,” Lukyan finished for him. “For me, sex for pleasure is something that brings me such an immense feeling of joy, it is difficult to describe. I need it, as much as I need to breathe, or to speak, or to witness beauty. I did not have a pleasant childhood, Cengifu, and it twisted my mind into something deviant. Something where almost all of my emotions are only truly expressed through sex. Joy, sadness, pain, trust, longing, loss, love. Sex is a language one can speak, and through it we can speak with our bodies and our desires and share things that are never said aloud.”

As he spoke, Lukyan’s tail began to slowly sweep side to side behind him, a demure little wag that spoke of the vulnerability he felt in revealing something so personal. But Cengifu understood him, more than she could articulate, and felt the same excitement welling up in her that she saw in him. She gently pulled away from Kristian and approached the slender wolf. He stood a full head taller than she, and she could clearly smell his concentrated, accumulated arousal, such was the crust of his fluids that was coating his silken trousers. It smelt so different to elk scent; alien, in a way, but unmistakable all the same. Cengifu gazed up at him and reached for his hand. He flinched at first, but then succumbed to her. She placed his long, slender hand on her breast, and moved in close, until the persistent tent in the front of Lukyan’s pants, which had been wilting somewhat, nudged and teased across her lower tummy. She felt the wolf’s fingers splay and explore her, and heard his breath hitch in his throat at the intimate touch of their groins. He lowered his other hand to her hip, and softly pressed his body forward against hers, causing his cock to push in against her and flick upward and to the side towards her hip. Cengifu shuddered in lust and reached for it, cupping Lukyan’s clothed penis in her hand and caressing her thumb along it.

“You understand,” Lukyan whispered, so quietly only she could hear.

She nodded imperceptibly, and met his gaze. Sparks erupted between them, metaphorically at least, and she felt the wind of his wagging tail against her legs.

“Kristian also understands… few do. I am honoured,” the wolf continued. He moved his hand from her breast downward to her groin, and cupped her vulva tenderly in his palm, just holding it for a long, intimate moment.

Cengifu throbbed. She ground forward onto his palm, and fumbled with the lacings of his silken trousers, until she finally had them untied. The garment loosened around Lukyan’s hips, and moments later it was hanging only from the wolf’s erection. Cengifu giggled and plucked it off, and stared openly down at his cock. It was a shape and form unlike anything she’d experienced before; she’d heard that some Lupa men had quite different anatomy, but never had she seen one. His penis varied in colour from bright, angry red at its pointed crown, densely veined pink through its midsection, back to red at its base, where the almost triangular bulb of Lukyan’s knot formed a unique part of his anatomy. Above his penis, a long scar ran the length of Lukyan’s pubic pad, and Cengifu traced it with her fingertips questioningly.

“My equivalent of Kristian and Bruno’s scars, where my sheath was cut,” Lukyan explained with a little backward flutter of his ears. “As I said, my childhood was not the most pleasant. Such a thing is very rarely done in its entirety. I have no sheath at all, everything is always exposed.”

Cengifu nuzzled him apologetically, and caressed his scar for a long moment with her fingertips, while he teased two of his clawed fingertips along the plump lips of her vulva. They communicated thus for a long time, just standing and touching one another, with no urgency, nor any expectation, even as the burning heat of lust roared within them both. She was dimly aware of Kristian and Bruno behind her, watching in silence.

“I think it’s… it’s erotic…” she breathed eventually, searching for the words to describe her feelings, and curling her fingers downward around his knot. “Always exposed… like you’re always aroused, even when you’re not…”

Lukyan’s next exhalation against her face was shaky, and the wolf swallowed thickly. She felt his cock twitch and pulse, and saw a thin, watery squirt of fluid spritz out of its pointed tip to leave dewdrops clinging to the soft fur of her belly. Cengifu gave a low bleat of arousal and gripped his knot firmly, kneading and massaging it erotically, and Lukyan’s hips trembled.

When Lukyan eventually did press Cengifu backward onto Rhell’s enormous, obscenely comfortable bed, it was done wordlessly and with a delicacy that surprised her. He was so soft, so tender with her, even more so than Kristian, and she found herself craving both of their touch. She automatically spread her legs, but to her surprise, instead of moving up over her to put his penis into her right away, Lukyan tenderly, almost reverently slid downwards along her body. His shallow, rapid breaths puffed through her newly cleaned fur as he went, leaving a trail of kisses down her abdomen whose slowness felt forced, almost like he was deliberately holding back from what he truly wanted to do. Cengifu brought her hands to his head, to his long, dark hair, which he wore tied at the nape of his neck, and pushed him downward. Lukyan yelped in delight, and she looked down to see his hips held up high and his tail wagging rapidly over his buttocks as she pushed his face into her groin.

He pushed his sensitive nose firmly against her vulva and sniffed, a long, deep inhalation, then another, and another. She had never felt anything like it. To have her scent so eagerly imbibed felt like a form of worship, and that sensation only increased when she felt Lukyan’s hands slide beneath her buttocks along Rhell’s mattress, holding her hips like a sacred chalice. He lifted her, just a little, encouraging her to tilt her hips up for him, which she did. Then he parted his lips, and pressed his long, broad tongue directly against her, and began to lick. Cengifu gasped and gripped his hair, fondled his ears, rolled her hips eagerly against his tongue. He was skilled; she had only ever been licked there once before, and that had been by a girlfriend she’d shared intimate moments with as an adolescent. Then, their intimacy had been daring and exploratory, but now? Lukyan lipped erotically at her labia minora, and pressed the tip of his tongue upward beneath her clitoris, before circling up and over it and back down again, over and over, and every few strokes, he would pause to capture her erect, swollen nub between his lips and suck on it. She allowed her head to fall backward into the luxurious softness of the pillows that covered Rhell’s bed, and moaned aloud, over and over.

Then Lukyan did something she had never felt before. She gasped aloud and her eyes flew open when she felt him burrow deeper, downward past her crotch, until his nose pressed to the very same spot Kristian had so diligently cleaned with his fingers in the bathhouse. She tensed up and froze, feeling Lukyan’s tongue lapping repeatedly and tenderly over her arse.

Then, they were no longer alone. Both Kristian and Bruno appeared in Cengifu’s foggy peripheral vision. The mattress groaned and sunk as Kristian sat alongside her and laughed softly.

“It’s an odd sensation at first, isn’t it?” the elk said. “I nearly kicked him in the fruit the first time he did it to me… just relax, let him go… he really enjoys it.”

Cengifu gazed up at Kristian, and felt the warm, shaky huff of Lukyan’s breath wash out between her buttocks. His hands kneaded her cheeks, and he seemed to be in his own personal paradise.

“I’m not used to men… wanting things other than to put their cocks inside me,” Cengifu said quietly.

Kristian slowly, gently laid down alongside her on the bed, pressing his body close to hers and resting his right hand on her abdomen. She quivered at his closeness, the scent of his breath and the soft heat of his body, and tilted her face toward his. Kristian nuzzled beneath her chin, and lipped tenderly at her throat. Meanwhile, his hand traced slow, sensual circles through the soft fur of her tummy, around her navel, upward to her diaphragm, and downward to within a dewclaw’s length of her vulva. She desperately wanted him to go further, to touch her, to press his fingers inside her…

“Oh, but there is so much more of you than just that,” Kris said. “Your heat has driven many men wild with lust tonight, me included, but…”

Kristian was interrupted as once again, Rhell’s bed shook and sank. It was Bruno, on Cengifu’s other side, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Cengifu made a soft gurgle of anticipation and desire. Bruno had not bathed since he fucked her in front of an audience earlier, and he reeked of their combined sex.

“I was feeling left out,” Bruno said jokingly.

“Oh come on, you old pervert. You like to watch,” Kristian jibed him.

Bruno nodded. “Aye, but I am somewhat drunk, both on liquor and on Cengifu’s scent, and I also like to join in…”

Cengifu gasped loudly, for at that moment Lukyan’s tongue delved past the taut ring of her arse and entered her, just a little, but it caused her to grip his ears roughly and buck her hips. At the same moment, Kristian’s hand was on her pubic mound, and the sudden jolt of her hips pushed her vulva into his touch. He did not pull his hand away. Instead, in the space of a single breath, she felt him delicately pinch her clitoris between his index and middle fingers, and firmly but slowly move his hand up and down, stroking her clitoral hood over the sensitive nub within. Kristian grew erect again against her right hip, and she bleated plaintively.

“I need you…” she moaned. “All of you… All at once… fuck me…”

Lukyan whined into her arse and she felt his breath wash shakily between her cheeks, and his hands grip and knead her buttocks. Then he withdrew. She stared hazily down at him, to his lust-fogged eyes and his open mouth, and beckoned the wolf to rise over her. He did, his every movement shaky with desperately suppressed urges and desires. She stared down at his swollen, rigid penis, so different in its shape to the more typical form of Kristian’s or Bruno’s, and grinned at him.

“Bring it here, put it inside me… do what you want to do…”

Lukyan yelped and hunched over Cengifu, to a soft laugh from Kristian. The younger elk teasingly captured his lover’s cock in his hand, gripping it behind the engorged knot and teasingly swiped its pointed tip up and down against Cengifu’s wet lips. Cengifu gazed up into Lukyan’s lavender eyes.

“Put your fuck in me, puppy…” she whispered.

Lukyan rolled his hips. The tip of his cock lodged against her, then flicked upward past her entrance to thrust lewdly up over her mound. It squirted watery fluid over her belly, and Lukyan whimpered in sexual desperation. His hips humped and thrust instinctively, and Kristian pushed the wolf’s cock downward again, until with a deep groan of pleasure, Lukyan sank into her. Cengifu gasped loudly and locked her legs immediately around his slender hips, and felt Kristian’s hand once again on her mound, cupping it in his palm while his fingers teased her clitoris. Lukyan sank easily into her up to the swollen, erect bulb of his knot, and Cengifu gave a loud, urgent moan of pleasure. She felt warm, gooey liquid ooze out of her around him, displaced by his cock, and looped her arms around his neck to pull his face down to hers. His breath was rapid and shaky and smelt faintly of herself.

“How do I feel, Lukyan?” she breathed. “How does it feel to know you’re fucking your pretty cock into your lover’s seed? And his father’s seed?”

Lukyan gave a long, breathy whimper and she felt him grind his hips hard against her. Kristian’s hand slid downward, cupping his fingers behind Lukyan’s knot, and the wolf began to pray aloud, mumbling in Bastian, while his hips quivered and rhythmically drove his cock into her. His thrusts were erratic and came in rapid flurries, each followed by a brief pause, during which Cengifu could feel him twitch and pulse inside her. It was pure sensation-seeking, and Cengifu found herself intensely charmed by the wolf’s apparent vulnerability. It was arousing in an entirely different way to the carnal vulgarity of most of her other partners for the night. And in this setting, in Rhell’s private chamber, secluded and private and comfortable, Cengifu thought she must have ascended to some kind of sexual paradise. She had no less than three men whose sole ambition was to pleasure her, and she decided that she wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity to have them all involved.

She released one hand from Lukyan’s upper body and wriggled it down between her and Kristian, on her right side, to fumble for the younger elk’s cock. He chuckled against her cheek and ground his palm over her clit, still holding onto Lukyan’s knot. His erection had wilted, and she was surprised when it did not return readily to her touch. His cock felt firm but lacked the urgent stiffness she’d felt before.

“I think I am spent,” Kris said, apologetically. “Were I in rut, that would not be a problem…”

Cengifu grinned at him. “I like that. You have drained your lust into me, oh fuck that is so arousing…”

She ground her hips into his hand and onto Lukyan’s cock, squeezing her legs around the wolf’s waist, but she didn’t let go of Kristian’s cock. Instead, she trailed her fingertips along it, exploring it in a new way—without any urgency, nor intentionality. She teased her fingertips around the ridge of his glans, and pushed them downward softly to gently stretch his inner foreskin. He hummed softly and she felt him throb, but he didn’t harden.

Bruno, though, was a different matter. The elder elk had only spilled himself once inside her, albeit an orgasm he seemed to have pulled forth from the very depths of his soul. And he was sitting with his back to the wall behind the bed, leaning across the pillows above Cengifu’s head on his elbow. She glanced up at him.

“You… said you want to join in…” she said, her body rocking rhythmically with Lukyan’s thrusts into her.

Bruno gave a low, rumbling chuckle of what sounded like excitement, and she felt his hand play with her hair.

“Tell me where you want me,” he said.

Cengifu moaned and clenched hard around Lukyan for a moment. There was something about the elder elk’s voice that just did that to her. Lukyan felt it and retaliated by grinding his knot firmly in against her lips. And it was Lukyan who spoke up. He was a courtesan, Cengifu reminded herself. There would be little he did not know about the mechanics of group sex.

“Bruno… kneel up on the pillows with your knees either side of Cengifu’s head,” the wolf said.

Kristian shifted a little to facilitate his father’s movement, and the elder elk grunted and shuffled himself into position. Cengifu immediately could smell the musty closeness of the inside of his tunic, and tilted her head back to gaze into his crotch. His cock hung mostly soft over her head, visibly coated in a dried concoction of sexual fluids from their earlier lovemaking. He smelt divine, to her.

“Now come up onto your knees, Bruno, and lift your tunic,” Lukyan instructed.

Bruno did so. Lukyan fell over Cengifu onto his elbows, which brought his skinny chest down over hers, the wolf all but laying his full bodyweight on top of her. She spared him a lingering glance, and took the opportunity to kiss his cheeks and muzzle and squeeze her arms around his torso, holding his body tightly to hers. He tensed momentarily, but then she felt him respond by moving his cock inside her in a slow, very tactile way, shifting his entire body up and down over hers. It was incredibly intimate, a little communication solely between them, even with the two elk right there witnessing it. She clenched her vagina around him rhythmically, and deliberately, and he responded by flexing his cock in the same rhythm. There was no longer any room for Kristian’s hand to be of any use between them, and the younger elk withdrew it. He rose to his knees, and to Cengifu’s surprise, shuffled downward until her was kneeling on the bed behind Lukyan. Then she saw his face over the wolf’s shoulder, and felt the elk’s weight settle over Lukyan’s. She opened her legs, allowing him to come closer, and stroked her fetlock up and down Kristian’s thigh. Lukyan’s eyes fluttered, and he tilted his head to the side when Kristian began to kiss the side of his neck, giving a soft whine of delight.

Bruno’s hands, large and strong, touched all three of them, moving from one to the other, brushing someone’s hair back here, fondling an ear there, stroking a cheek or cupping a chin. His cock had filled out a little, and to Cengifu’s delight, he rested it softly along her cheek, with his heavy balls resting on her forehead. She bleated happily and wriggled her arms up to rest her hands on Bruno’s heavily muscled thighs, and nuzzled against the underside of his cock.

“Luk, if you wag your tail any harder you’re going to sprain it,” Kris said mirthfully from over the wolf’s back.

“I cannot help it, I… Arahan’s robes, this is… unlike anything I have felt…”

“Nor I,” Cengifu added. “Can I keep you? All three of you?”

“Cengifu?” Luk said.

“Whatever you say, Lukyan, keep moving your cock in me, oh it feels so nice…”

Lukyan whined and thrust rapidly a few times into her, then paused momentarily.

“Kiss me, Cengifu,” he said. “Around Bruno’s cock.”

Her eyes widened, then she grinned. She felt Lukyan’s body move over hers, driven not by his own sensation-seeking, but by Kristian grinding up against his lover’s buttocks, and flashed him an accusatory stare.

“Oh, it won’t get hard again for me, but as soon as you have a wolf’s arse on it, you start to hump it?” she said playfully.

“Don’t you worry, Cengifu, he still isn’t entirely erect, just… grinding,” Lukyan chuckled.

“And,” Kris added, “the scent of your heat is the only reason it isn’t completely shrivelled up like an old monk’s…”

“Yours has stayed completely hard this whole time,” she observed to the wolf.

“Aye, mine… once my knot is hard, it keeps my whole penis fully erect until I have ejaculated,” he said, somewhat proudly. “And since it takes some effort to make that happen, I can remain hard for hours… it can be vexing, at times.”

Cengifu groaned. The banter between them was interrupted by Bruno, who cleared his throat playfully and rolled his hips, sliding his cock along Cengifu’s cheek. She laughed, and looked up at him past it. Then she felt Lukyan’s muzzle drop, and instinctively cupped the back of his neck with one hand. He tilted his head and lipped over the top of Bruno’s glans, dragging his tongue around the exposed organ and leaving it glistening wet. It pulsed, and Cengifu pushed her muzzle up beneath it, trapping the elk’s cock between hers and Lukyan’s mouths. Bruno sucked in a deep breath and exhaled hotly. Immediately, Cengifu felt his cock throb and twitch rhythmically, filling out and stiffening until it was erect, taut and shiny. There, between Bruno’s thighs, with Lukyan’s breath and the rich, earthy scent of their prior coupling filling the confined space, Cengifu breathed in the heady musk of sex deeply. She clenched her inner muscles tightly around Lukyan again, and felt the wolf respond in kind with a series of clearly deliberate flexes of his penis. She was growing to love that silent, bodily communication, and rolled her hips firmly upward against him. His knot ground into her lips.

“Lift your hips,” she said to Luk, while tonguing heatedly along the underside of Bruno’s cock.

Lukyan complied, pushing Kristian upward slightly. Cengifu snaked her hand down along her abdomen between them, and began to rub herself with two fingers pressed firmly into her clitoris. She tensed immediately as the increased pleasure sensation washed through her body. To her delight, Lukyan’s eyes widened and he gasped in pleasure to the sensation. He dragged his lips and tongue erotically around Bruno’s glans, and she felt his hand slide upward, cupping the back of her head. She pushed her muzzle upward along the side of Bruno’s cock, and met Lukyan’s lips. He whimpered happily and kissed her while thrusting his hips into her in shallow, rapid movements. Then she felt another pair of hands on her body – Kristian’s. The elk was hanging over Lukyan’s shoulder, inches from where his father’s cock was being mouthed and sucked by them both, and now his hands moved to her breasts, finding her nipples between hers and Lukyan’s bodies. Cengifu moaned aloud and gyrated her hips when his fingers found their mark, and felt her arousal begin to intensify and peak. Her mind fogged, any rational thought fleeing from her heat-addled mind. She gave a guttural grunt and opened her mouth, lewdly mouthing Lukyan’s tongue around Bruno’s cock, and rubbed her clitoris faster and with clear intent.

“That’s a good girl… oh I can feel that… keep going, come on my cock,” Lukyan whispered shakily.

She grunted again, a bestial, desperate noise. She could hear the wetness of her own masturbation and the lewd slurping of Lukyan’s penis as he ground it into her, a pleasure toy for her use. Bruno flexed his member firmly and Cengifu tasted his precum on her lips. She grabbed at his shaft with her free hand, gripping its base and bathing his glans with her tongue and elevated, heated breaths. All that mattered to her now was the sexual hedonism of this intimate, loving orgy. She felt Lukyan pulse and throb inside her.

“Make it come,” she demanded of Lukyan hoarsely. “I want to feel you squirt a puppy into my cunt!”

Lukyan’s ears flickered and he looked momentarily unsure of himself. It was Bruno who came to the rescue. Cengifu felt him lean forward over the wolf and his own son, and the elder elk’s big hand wriggle between their writhing, humping bodies. Then Lukyan yelped loudly in pleasure and sexual urgency when Bruno found the swollen bulb of his knot and squeezed behind it. Lukyan quivered and thrust erratically inside her, and Bruno did not let go. She could feel the strength of his arm against hers while she masturbated. Her orgasm was moments away. Lukyan was so stiff, so wet, humping into her so urgently. The wolf pressed one of his hands down beneath her, gripping her tail and hauling her hips upward against his thrusts. Bruno’s cock was thrust into hers and Lukyan’s faces by his greater involvement, and Kristian’s weight over Lukyan’s back pushed her into the mattress, his fingers skilfully teasing and twisting her sensitive nipples. Lukyan’s other hand appeared in Cengifu’s field of vision, and the wolf took hold of Bruno’s cock, stroking it firmly and lewdly mashing his lips over its swollen glans.

“Ahh! Bruno… twist it…” Lukyan grunted. “Pull forward on my knot… like you’re trying to pull it off me…”

Bruno evidently complied, for Lukyan whined loudly and exhaled shakily over Bruno’s cock, and then took the organ into his mouth instinctively. He sucked on it firmly and Bruno gasped in pleasure. Lukyan began to stroke the elk’s cock against his tongue, pumping it in his hand while he sucked over its head. Cengifu felt Bruno’s hips tremble with pleasure and moved her mouth to drag her tongue over the elder elk’s balls, which had suddenly drawn up tight to the root of his penis.

“Luk… gods, you’re good at that…”

Cengifu felt Lukyan’s hand squeeze her buttock, and she rolled her hips up against him in response, which made him grind heavily inward and moan around Bruno’s rod. She did it again, and commenced a rhythm of grinding and rolling her hips, rubbing herself as she could, her hand trapped between their bodies, and against Bruno’s arm. She’d never experienced anything like it, and knew that her climax was moments away. She mumbled something to that effect to Lukyan around Bruno’s balls, and the wolf’s hips jolted instinctively, driving himself deeper into her. She felt his cock throb, just once, and a flex of Bruno’s arm told her the elk was massaging the wolf’s knot.

Bruno was breathing hard. His hips trembled and gave occasional rhythmic little jolts of his own. Cenfigu kissed along Lukyan’s throat and felt him swallowing rhythmically. Bruno’s crotch was pushed firmly to the wolf’s snout, freeing his hand to once again support part of his and Kristian’s bodyweight. His arm trembled from the exertion, and Cengifu mumbled to him that he could lay on her, to not concern himself with crushing her.

Bruno’s breathing suddenly escalated, becoming shallow and hoarse, and Lukyan pulled his muzzle back to hold just the head of Bruno’s cock on his tongue, laying open mouthed. Bruno gripped himself with his free hand and gave his cock a few urgent, rough strokes. Cengifu watched his balls tighten again, and then she heard him ejaculate. The rhythmic, wet splats of his semen landing on Lukyan’s tongue made their way to her ears, and she could see the root of his cock pulsing rhythmically, pumping out the very same seed that still filled her. Lukyan licked and lapped at Bruno’s ejaculating organ reverently, until the elk’s climax was through.

Then his arm collapsed, and the wolf fell heavily onto Cengifu with Kristian on his back, trapping Kristian’s hands between their chests. He pulled his hands free and instead used them to support himself over Lukyan and Cengifu, and the doe felt him grinding firmly up against his lover’s backside, his motions firmer and slower than Lukyan’s furtive, desperate thrusts.

Lukyan’s body being rocked over her by Kristian’s grinding moved his chest along hers, and Cengifu found that his fur stimulated her nipples just the same as Kristian’s fingers had done. She quivered and trembled, and pushed her chest upward to brush against him.

“Luk… don’t stop… I’m going to come…” she whispered.

Lukyan made a strangled noise of pure, intense arousal, and she felt his entire body stiffen over hers. His paws scrabbled on the bed in his urgency to thrust forward into her vagina, and then she felt him convulse. His body bucked roughly over her in rhythmic contractions as he ejaculated into her, lupine semen pulsing forth from his knotted penis into her. At the same moment, Kristian made a noise of renewed arousal over Lukyan’s back, and Cengifu’s orgasm struck almost simultaneously. It crashed into her with slow, inexorable force; rather like a slow and steady eruption rather than the explosive climaxes she’d had previously that evening.

“Oh fuck!” she cried. “Oh fuck oh fuck Luk! I’m coming! Come in me! Squirt a puppy up my cunt, make me your fucktoy whore!”

She couldn’t control it. The words just erupted out of her, muffled under Bruno’s thighs and made hoarse and primal by the flood of pleasure from her climax—and knowing Lukyan was actively ejaculating inside her at the same time only made her orgasm last longer. Not that she stopped rubbing herself. No sooner had her climax ebbed than she was teetering on the brink of another.

Lukyan pulled his mouth off of Bruno’s softening cock with a slurp, and she found herself gazing into his lavender eyes, which had a cheeky glint in them. His lips were tightly sealed. Cengifu didn’t have the presence of mind to question his intentions, but when he leaned down, it became abundantly clear. The wolf kissed her, and swiped his tongue across her lips to part them. What followed was a thick, salty drool of Bruno’s seed, pushed from Lukyan’s mouth into hers. Cengifu gurgled hornily, grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, and thrust her muzzle upward into the kiss, tilting her head to one side to push her broad tongue deep into his mouth. She licked Bruno’s seed off of Lukyan’s tongue, savouring its rich salty musk, and all the while she continued to roll her hips up onto Lukyan’s still-erect cock, rubbing her clitoris furiously until moments later, she climaxed once again. Her hips jolted and convulsed, more weakly than the last time, and this time, when the pleasure began to wane, she knew she was spent for the night. A dull ache replaced the burning desperation in her loins, and she blinked groggily as if awakening from a long, fitful sleep.

“Hello,” Lukyan said. “Are you alright?”

Cengifu flung her arms around him and squeezed him tight by way of response, and the wolf chuckled quietly. He gently withdrew from her as his cock finally wilted and softened, and she winced at the trickle of lupine semen that followed, drooling down her buttocks onto her tail.

“I am glad that you enjoyed me,” he winked.

“I have never felt anything like that,” she murmured into his neck. “The way you… speak with your body, that… ugh, yes that, the way you flex it… Nngh… it’s beautiful.”

“The same is true of you, Cengifu,” the wolf returned. “It is rare to meet someone who can communicate like that – subtle, intimate, raw.”

Behind him, Kristian suddenly gasped and Lukyan’s eyes widened. The elk grunted rhythmically a few times, and then collapsed sideways onto the bed beside Cengifu. Lukyan glared at him.

“Kristian, did you really just do that?!”

“What did he do?” Cengifu asked.

“He ejaculated on me! Right on my hole!”

Kristian gave her a nasty little grin, and poked his tongue out at his lover.

“It wasn’t much, most of it’s inside Cengifu! Serves you right for having such a pretty arse, Luk!”

“I do hope you’re going to clean that up!”

Cengifu’s ears perked sharply. Lukyan glanced down at her. She rallied, and gave him her filthiest look.

“Can I?” she said. “Nnh… let me lick Kristian’s fuck off your hole while Bruno puts his cock in me again…”

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