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Jake's apartment was fuckin' posh. Huge, open view of the river and the city on the other side. With a balcony! Even the bathroom was huge, and he had two bedrooms. Have to figure out what to do with the other one.

Well. It was an awesome apartment, but... He didn't really have anything to put in it. Picked up a couple chairs and a table cheap, a futon. Laptop for entertainment, there was plenty of wifi to steal around here. It'd be a lot better once his first paycheck came in, but until then, he had to live on the cheap. Food was gonna be a little tough, too.

Upshot of this was, Jake... didn't really have a lot to do to make the place more presentable. He felt like he should straighten up or something, but fuck, what was there to do? The place was still so empty it echoed. It made him itch a little just staying there.

So he went out. He checked out the city. Got lost some. Found a few important spots. Good bars... nearest police station. He didn't think much about his plans today, though.

Jake was tense. It was the damnedest thing, he wasn't sure he was this tense even getting set up in the first place. He'd done all that before, one way or another, this time was just... more important. Higher stakes. But he could handle it.

But now, there was something... new, and uncomfortable to deal with. But he didn't think about that. Didn't want to. So he just cruised the streets, chewing on his tongue and staring at the crowds, the towering buildings, the traffic jams. When he realized he was getting into rush hour, he hurried up and grabbed some food so he could go home.

Walking into the building still felt... weird. Like he didn't belong. Like Helena would bust out suddenly with a bunch of cops and have him dragged away. Could happen any time, right? He glanced in her window as he passed. She was chewing her pen as she worked. He smiled.

But then he was at his door, and he was stuck staring at this big, empty place. ...Maybe he needed a cat or something. ...Naw, he didn't want the work. It'd feel better once he got a good couch, a big TV... What else? What was good for fucking people on? Well, he did need a proper bed. But like... a sturdy table? Nah, he had one of those counter island things, it was pretty much perfect for that. Hmm. Well, he'd think on it.

Sitting at the table eating chinese, watching something crappy on his laptop, he tried to think of what to do. He wasn't waiting for this kid. This was an interruption in what would have been an awesome day. An intrusion. He had lots of shit to do. He was real busy. Gonna crack this town like an egg. Gonna be at the top of the food chain. The raccoon scarfed down his noodles, glaring at nothing.

But then the food was gone. Just six, really? Shit.

He ended up out on the balcony. The temptation to throw shit off here was gonna be intense, he reflected. But he didn't wanna draw any attention to his apartment. Hmm. Nice spot to fuck someone, though. Scary, and just the right amount of risk of getting spotted. Jake paused. What was he thinking? He couldn't bend someone over the edge of this thing! He couldn't bend anyone over anything, he couldn't afford to screw anybody up like that yet! Shit. Well... later. Someday, he'd fuck a thrall right up against the railing. And it'd be fucking terrifying, and awesome. He sat out there for a while, rubbing at his mouth, staring over the river.

The buzzer rang inside. "Oh my fuck, finally!" He growled to himself, standing. Hustling inside, he buzzed the kid in, then checked his phone. 6:35? Really? Kid didn't think he had anything to do with his life, up and show up half an hour early? Shit.

The coon tossed his garbage in a plastic bag and frowned at the apartment. Still nothing to do or straighten. He slid the balcony door shut just as the knock came at the door. Alright. Let's, uh... let's see about this, then.

Jake had been reluctant to think about the kid's gender at all, one way or the other, since that... encounter. But little by little, he'd come around to thinking of him as a he. So Jake was a little confused, for a second, when he opened his door and a girl was waiting for him. Well. He knew the kid looked girly, he'd been pretty damn convinced yesterday, but this!

She had tits, for one thing. Not big ones, but they were definitely there, now. She was wearing this tight top that gave just a little peek of that blue belly, and her skirt didn't quite reach her knees. And her face looked... That must have been makeup, she looked... He kept staring at her, blinking, trying to fix the parts in his head. This was a guy. But she didn't look like a guy. This was a man he was looking at... but without that little piece of information, he would have been immediately fantasizing about hitting that. She was cute, in that "I want to wreck this sweet little bitch" way.

Her shy little pout finally turned to a smile, a devious sparkle in her eye. "...You like it? I, um..." She gave a little tug at her hair. "I thought about a wig, but I figured that would be a bit much, I'll just grow it out, if that's okay..." Her voice was soft, delicate. Her eyes were brilliant, always flicking up to him, then away, then back again.

Jake had a faint sense that he was standing there like an idiot for a rather awkward amount of time. He cleared his throat with some effort. "Uh... come in."

She smiled, plucking at her skirt a little, and stepped inside as he moved out of the way, then closed the door behind her. Her ass literally made his jaw drop. Oh, come on... This couldn't really be...? "You... didn't, uh... you're not... a twin sister or something, are you?" He smirked loosely, only half joking.

The reptile giggled, turning to him with a little flare of her skirt. "You do like it. No, it's... me." Her eyes fell to the floor a moment. "I was thinking... Tylee? Is that weird?"

For a moment, Jacob just stared at her, leaning a little on the door handle. Oh, he had problems. Not the same problems he thought he'd have to deal with, but... problems. "Uh... Hm. What? Ty-- well, I mean, Tyler's a girl's name too, right? Sometimes. Uh... whatever's fine." He waved her in a bit awkwardly, glancing away, around the kitchen. She retreated, giving just a hint of a wobble in low heels. He only got a moment more to admire her back end, though, as she turned uncertainly.

"Ah... Just moved into town? You didn't strike me as the spartan type." Her eyes flicked around the empty room as she fidgeted with her skirt briefly.

"What?" Like that movie? "No, yeah. I'm, uh... new to the city. Still..." Jake smirked wryly, "making friends. I..." Good a way to get into it as any, he supposed. "I gotta admit, I didn't think it would work out like... this... when I chose you. I mean... Not just the..." He cleared his throat and waved at the table. "Sit down."

They settled down across from each other, the table down to one side, nearly in a corner of the vast, empty room. Jake found his eyes kept returning to her, just sliding off the rest of the room to her colorful, gorgeous... "So." He tapped his fingers on the table. "You're not, uh... You don't..." He sighed and looked away. "If I fucking came in a glass, would you drink it?"

She blinked twice, blushing. A single beat. "Probably."

What the hell did that mean? If he asked Helena that right now, she'd probly moan and start begging or something. This stuff was supposed to really sink its teeth into you. It always did. So... did that mean that it only kinda worked on gu-- on Tylee... Tyler? Or that it didn't work at all, but she was...? What kinda freaky shit had he gotten himself into? And... looking at her like this, why was he having such a hard time... feeling bad about it? Slowly, he buried his face in his paw, scrubbing over his face. This was NOT how this was all supposed to go down. But... out of all the things that could fuck up, he guessed... it coulda been a lot worse than everything still working okay, except for one little detail? One... little... dick.

The raccoon sighed. "Okay, so... just to be clear... If I refused to give you any of my cum for, like, a month, you'd...?"

She gave a small frown. "I'd... um... I mean, I'd like it if you did... give me some..." Fresh color rose in her cheeks as she adjusted in her chair. There was a certain hint of raw intensity in her voice, though...

Rolling his eyes, the coon slouched back in his seat. How did you tell an addiction from... being some weird slut boy! Girl. Just... think of her as a girl. It was much less confusing for his penis this way. "So if you're not... hooked... then..." He spread his paws on the table. "...What are you doing here?"

The lizard straightened, folding her hands in her lap, her eyes on the table. "I..." She blinked, gathering her thoughts. "I've... had sex before. I've been the boy. It wasn't..." She shook her head slightly. "And I've fantasized about being the girl, but... When you..." She let her eyes fall shut, and a subtle shiver ran through her. "...It was what I needed. This is... you are... something I was... missing. So I don't know what exactly you expected to happen when you did that to me, but I wouldn't say I'm not..." Her voice was a tender whisper now, "...hooked."

Jacob stared, his brow low, one finger tapping on the table. Part of him knew he needed to throw her out right the hell now. But part of him was already thinking, how nice, how useful could it be to have a bitch to do what he said, but not have to spend loads on her? He only had so much cum to go around. Maybe she could even help him milk out loads or something, so he never had to whack it again. You couldn't very well ask an addict to help you make drugs for other people, after all. And, for that matter... maybe that meant... A single thought sparked through him.

He drew a deep breath. Alright. "You do whatever you want at work. I don't intend to be in there much. But when I'm seeing you, you're gonna be like this." He pointed at her, and her dainty little top and skirt. "Far as I'm concerned, you're a girl. Got it?" She was already nodding meekly. "You pee sitting down, you'll make me food when you're here, and you damn well better take a class or something, cause you're gonna be sucking a lot of dick and I don't wanna put up with amateur hour. I expect you to be a fucking artist on my dick." She was blushing brightly now, but gave another little nod. "And mine is the only dick here. I don't wanna see or feel anything to the contrary. Yer not getting any..." He made a bit of a face and a jacking motion with his paw.

She swallowed. "I-I'll try."

Jake scratched at his chin, his heel bouncing a little under the table. He felt... alert. Almost on edge. "Alright. Get up. Show off for me, I wanna better look at you."

Quick to obey, she slipped from the table to stand before him, but she hesitated. "Um...?" Uncertainty rattled in her voice, and her eyes flicked up to meet his for just a moment.

"I don't know. Dance. Show me your ass."

She processed that a moment, and drew a deep breath. Slowly, she slid into motion, swaying, turning, her hands falling and rising to trace her curves. That ass really was glorious, and he thought he almost caught a glimpse of her panties when she spun. Correction... He blinked as her fingers slid along the hem of her skirt, dragging it down to bare brilliant blue hips and the beginning of that luscious rump... and she drew up the strings of a pale green thong, high on her hips.

The coon puffed out a heated breath, setting his elbow on the table and propping up his chin, fingers rubbing at his lips. He adjusted his pants.

Her fingers drew up, over her breasts, and he looked again. "You, uh... stuffed a bra, I guess?" He murmured, though it sounded loud in the silence. He really shoulda gotten some music going or something.

Tyler's eyes didn't leave the floor, but her motions slowed a moment. "A lot of reptiles don't grow breasts naturally. There are ways to induce it, but there's a big, kinda hush hush market for... Bras that let women look like women to all the mammals." Her fingers sank into those plump cups. They sure looked like they squished like the real thing... "I was thinking maybe, if I saved up..."

Jake nodded. "Maybe... Go on." He waved a finger at her, and she swept into it again. Soon, she was rolling her hips like she had a hula hoop, which flowed into a turn away from him, walking suddenly to the island counter. Her tail, perked high to give a full view, only accented that lovely sway. Spreading her hands on the counter, she leaned forward, slowly bending over to thrust that rear out and make her skirt dance about with brisk, bouncing, swaying motions, and he was certain he caught more than one or two glimpses of green nestled between blue, now. Sighing heavily, for a moment he almost rose, to go... do something about that. But with every glimpse, there was that tiny shock of worry. Was that just her thong he glimpsed, or had he seen a bulge? He pushed it from his mind, but it haunted him, on the periphery of his building excitement. Finally, he scooted his chair around. "Enough. Come here."

She was panting as she approached, and her eyes only left the floor when his paw fell to his zipper, over the painful bulge in his jeans.

It took him a moment to wrestle the thing open, and as he mussed with his boxers, he growled, "kneel."

She slid down to her knees, tail swaying to steady her as she settled. Finally, his shaft jerked free, angry red, and he groaned softly, adjusting his clothes to give it a little room. Her lips hung open in a little o as she puffed, watching that shaft. Her gaze flicked up to his just once, the excitement burning in her eyes. She wanted it.

Smirking, he reached out and seized her head, fingers wrapping up the back, a thumb under her jaw, and he dragged her in-- but he held his shaft up, just hauling her into place snug against his chair. She hurriedly scooted on her knees to straighten in the new position, and she leaned in just a little, lips chasing after that darkened flesh.

"Ah, ah." He pulled his shaft up, tapping his belly, and firmed his grip on her head. "Be still." She let a shaky breath go, straightening again, and her eyes slid up his chest to meet his. Sizzling hunger.

His grin widened, and slowly, he adjusted her head, angling it just so... and slapped his cock to her face, laying it up her snout to drool its juices on her brow. It almost hid one eye, and the other stared at him even as it seemed to glaze a little, her nostrils twitching, her mouth spreading in a low pant. And with deliberate ease, he rolled his hips, grinding against her face. A tiny noise, perhaps a whimper, slipped from her as he sawed his shaft up and down her snout, prodding into her hair, then dragging down till he nearly smeared pre over her eyelid.

"Good girl..." He murmured with oily satisfaction, pulling her snug into the grinding, smearing his musk on her. "Now... open..."

Those soft lips had already hung open in welcome, but now they spread wide, tongue rolling out to hang free, quivering a hint. He dragged down her face, smearing a thin trail all the way down until his tip glazed over her lips, turning just a moment to spread across her upper lip, from side to side, before popping inside. A faint breath of a moan broke from her as he ground in along the roof of her mouth and slid straight to the back of her muzzle. "Suck..." He whispered. Her lips sealed around him, and sudden vacuum clung slick and sweet to his flesh, her tongue slithering along his length with relish. Well... he supposed a little tongue action didn't hurt. But that wasn't what he was here for.

"Relax..." He growled as he pushed straight down the back of her tongue. She shivered, but when he butted to the back of her throat, the muscles were soft, and stretched with only a few little spasms around his girth. A low snarl rattled out of the raccoon as he slid straight down her tight little neck, his fingers digging into the back of her scalp as a subtle bulge rose under his thumb. Her breath cut off in a wet little gulp, and she stared up at him, eyes hazy but intense, as he pushed her lips snug into his sheath. "Fffuck... my beautiful little bitch... I'm gonna ruin you, you know that? Use you up, so nobody else can have you..." He snarled through a hungry grin, firmly grinding his crotch to her face.

Her only answer was a slow, deliberate swallow. He could feel the muscles begin to tense, drawing tighter and tighter, suddenly strangling at his cock-- and then the sharp ring of tension melted into a wide band of compressing muscle, not one piece but interweaving layers smoothly drawing snug and easing in a single, massaging motion that rolled down to milk a thick wad of pre from his twitching head into the depths of her throat. A moan dragged from the coon, but it swelled into a laugh, and his other paw finally came around, gripping the other side of her head.

The most delicious noises yanked from her throat as he shoved her face back and forth, skewering it on his rod. Was she half-moaning out on purpose, just so he could hear the way his cock punched through it and flattened the noise as he slid into her throat? Kinky little bitch! His fingers drew slowly tighter, and he barely noticed when her body started to tremble and jerk, hips rocking a little, her tail straight in the air. He dismissed the thought and slammed her down to the hilt, burying her lips nearly inside his sheath as he snarled, throbbing deep in her neck, and he could feel her swallowing hungrily around him again and again as soon as he stilled, her eyes hazed over and her cheeks burning red. He dragged a deep breath in to clear his head, to ease the tensing of his balls... and he pushed her off.

For a moment, he almost didn't make it. When it came time to pry her suckling, clinging lips from around his cockhead, his arms seemed so weak... But she slipped off with a little pop, and was left gasping softly before him as his blood buzzed in his head. "Go get on the bed," he growled. "Get yourself ready however you need, hide whatever you need to. When I get in there, I'm gonna wreck your ass."

She shivered all over, her hands bunching into fists in her skirt as her eyes slowly refocused. The lizard swallowed, and mumbled, "I've... never..."

Jake leaned in closer. "Then you'd better prepare well." His voice was low and gravelly with wrath, barely contained.

Lurching to her feet, she grabbed her little bag and hurried into the bedroom.

He watched her go, that firm rump dancing out of view, and leaned back in his chair with a winding sigh. He'd almost been afraid he'd go off even after he got out of her mouth. Something about her really got him going. The coon shuddered softly and, with some care, rose to take off his pants. It wasn't like he liked guys or anything. But maybe that was it. He did like to play where he shouldn't, do things that were just a little too wrong. He wouldn't fuck boys, but a girl with a little something he shouldn't touch? Well, now... And, if that meant... If somehow, just having that little detail meant that... That he could actually fuck somebody again? Honest to goodness bend them over and fuck them?

The coon let a long breath go as he stepped into the hall, peeling off his shirt. He could overlook a lot to get that back.

She was on her side on the futon, knees folded up close, her skirt flipped up. One hand clutched a little tube, and the other was stretched down, between her cheeks, a finger buried inside herself. She panted out rapidly, cheeks aglow, eyes low, as she pumped a couple knuckles through herself smoothly. He stepped into the doorway with a low huff, eyes heavy on her body, and she jerked, glancing up once, then down. Quickly, she squirted out another glob of something clear into her hand, and spread it between her cheeks before shifting, rolling over on her belly before sliding her legs open (with a quick adjustment) and pushing her rear up into the air. She flipped her skirt up again, and tugged the string of her thong firmly to one side. That rump, brilliant blue, perfectly round and tight, giving just a hint of a jiggle with her touch, all encircling a tiny little fold of pale blue. "I'm... ready..." She murmured, though she certainly didn't sound sure of that.

That was all he needed, though. He descended behind her, scooting his legs in till they pressed lightly to those spread thighs, his shaft looming over that spread ass. With one paw, he seized a cheek, kneading it, pulling it spread to distort that tiny pucker, to pull it just a hint spread. She shuddered, her head falling low. With his other paw, he steadied his twitching, aching hard shaft and drew it down, slowly pressing it against her. A hot sigh, like a burst of steam, escaped the girl as he slid it between her cheeks, gathering up the excess lube she'd smeared over herself. It wasn't his first time in a girl's ass. But he didn't have the patience for the careful, easing into it routine this time. So she was just gonna have to grin and bear it.

He had a feeling that was how she wanted it, anyway.

His tip caught perfectly on that spongy little ring, nestling into the slick embrace of lubed flesh, and he levered down and in to crowbar her open. His head jammed through that tight gateway in barely a second, and a snarl surged through his teeth as he shoved inside, his entire body suddenly drawing tense and focusing in on that single motion.

He was inside. Mother of fuck, he'd missed this. She was so tight he barely got more than a few inches in, but he just kept pulling and hammering into her, pushing high, shaky, mewling noises from her throat as he carved his way down those snug walls until her cheeks spread nice and cuddly soft on his trembling hips. "Fffffuck...!" His claws kneaded deep into those blue scales, pouring his molten tension into her as he panted over her back. A man got tired of mouths after a while. Cutting free of it all, his old life, that was the one thing he'd missed, and the one thing that could cost him more dearly if he ever fucked it up. But finally... finally, he had a real fuckhole, a real booty to let loose on. A snickering voice in the back of his mind whispered that he'd never expected the next ass he claimed to be... but he swept that thought away. This was just too good. She was a virgin, and he could damn well tell.

One more breath poured out of him, savoring that death grip around his root, and his hips started to jerk and thrust, just in tiny little motions at first, but steadily working into longer, powerful stabs into that crushing hole, setting to slapping his balls on that little green thong as a fresh growl revved up in his throat. He loved that grip, but... damn, she really was new to this, wasn't she?

He reached down and grabbed her head, pinning it to the futon, turned to one side. Her mouth hung open, panting rapidly, and her eyes were shut tight, though slowly cracking open as he glared down at her. There was a glisten of tears. "Idiot girl," he rasped, never pausing in his strokes, "take deep breaths and relax, or you'll be sore for days. And what use will you be to me then?"

The little reptile choked out a moan, swallowed, and drew a long, shaky breath. She held it a moment, jaw muscles flexing under his fingers, and finally let it go. He could feel some of the tension ooze out of that powerful ring, just a hint at a time, especially with his strokes luring her into tightening again and again. But she was managing it.

"There we are. Believe me hon, you'll want to settle in for the long haul, I'm not gonna pop at a little squeeze." He snickered, mentally repeating the same to himself. There was still a chance this would work, that it would actually be just the same as every time before, and she'd... Not be getting much work done. He wanted to take his time and enjoy this one, because it had been so long, and because it might be something of a last time, too.

The coon drew a few deep breaths himself, eyes closing a moment, and he drew into long, smooth strokes, bouncing off her cheeks, admiring the beautiful view. Two supple, blue globes, like oceans kissing, barely settling into the perfect, spherical shapes nature had given her before his hips slammed against them, blasting wondrous waves of compression across them, jiggling tightly, rolling, bouncing, struggling to snap back to that perfect shape as he pulled to slam in again. And square between those luscious cheeks, a tiny ring of bright flesh, a smooth band wrapped tight around his flaring red cock, eating it up over and over, always hungry for more. Just watching that point of wonderful union, he found himself slamming in harder, paws seizing round her hips and driving her right down into the bed, making her squeak and moan.

It hardly mattered what angle he took, ramming from behind or leaning up on top of her to nail her down, those walls were so tight all the way down they clung straight to him, snug and almost seeming to suckle at him, tantalizing his every inch. Hadn't she at least used some toys or something? He'd almost feel bad for her. "Oh, you poor, sweet little thing..." He panted the words, the force of his body lunging to thrust adding odd emphasis to every other word, "you came to me so pure and perfect... And you're never gonna be this tight again..."

A low cackle trickling out of his throat, he slouched low, slamming a paw to one side of her head, then finally collapsing atop her, forcing her down, spread wide on the bed as he fell into shallow, grinding thrusts, his hip rolling rambunctiously in wide, looping motions to dig around her insides. He panted hot, wet sighs and snarls over her head, and she shivered, eyes shut tight, her body pinned under his, her hips dragged around, right and left, with his hungry attempts to stab around the depths of her gut. His arms curled loosely around her, and he finally noticed one of her arms was tense, stuffed underneath her. What--? Oh. Smirking, he puffed a sigh over her and grabbed her arm a moment. It froze in its rhythmic motions, and he rasped, "whatcha doin', slut?"

Her eye snapped open, searching around frantically, flicking up toward him and away again. Her cheeks were blazing red, such a vibrant blush against blue, as she gasped and swallowed, mouth opening and closing, trying to form words. He never paused, levering against the fulcrum of her slowly degrading anal ring to beat his cockhead against her depths. Finally, she stammered out, "f-fingering myself t-to... how... how good you feel in my ass... sir?" Her eyes fell low, but she was still tense.

A low, dark chuckle rattled in his throat. "Damn right you are." He let her arm go, and instead seized one of her breasts as his strokes gradually started to deepen again. Tiny squeaks shoved out of her as he nailed her down into the bed, likely giving her less and less room to "finger" herself as her knees were forced wide apart. His fingers dug into that tit, kneading and rolling, and he frowned. It didn't feel bad, but it shifted a bit too much. Pretty obvious, really, but somehow, it felt nice to grab a tit anyway. Like it put him a little more in his element. And hell, she was starting to moan as he got into it. Either she was big into acting, or it was a pretty good job of it.

Either way, Jacob was starting to feel pretty damn good. He could have cum a while ago if he'd wanted to, but he was only now starting to really get into the heat of it. Much longer, and he'd have to focus solely on holding back if he wanted to stretch it out. But... nah, he just wanted to enjoy this. Milk it out as long as he could for the very best hit... He let his hips reel into more powerful, hungry thrusts, chewing through her ass until she was starting to moan and cough out the first seeds of screams, and he had to push up again to keep it up. He planted a paw between her shoulder blades, heaving himself up into a loose slouch, and his strokes nearly doubled in length, slamming high yelps and moans out of her constantly as he dragged her up by one hip. "Get your knees in, bitch, it's time to take your reward," he growled breathlessly, impatiently yanking at her until she managed to push her knees together a little, her body making a ragged tripod to hold up that taut ass in offering.

The funny thing about doing what you love for a living is, even something awesome can feel like a chore when you HAVE to do it. How many times had Jake rushed himself to orgasm, whether it was to jerk out a payload for a new target, to seal the deal before they had second thoughts, or to hurry up and satisfy an addict? Jacob loved sex, but sometimes, it almost seemed like more business than pleasure. So when he had the chance to really relax and enjoy himself... to just go at his own pace and let the pleasure build into something exquisite.. that was a precious, serene moment in his life.

So it was, as he hammered that tight ass flat under his hips, snarling and half-choking on his own slobber, balls bouncing off his mount as they churned up one more thick load. This one was for himself. A beautiful wash of heat was spreading through his belly, swirling, building, growing hotter and hotter as he balanced on the edge of climax, teetering wildly, barely bothering to try and keep himself in rein. Just to let himself... slip past his own grasp, and plunge into roaring oblivion.

He crashed down on the lizard, hips driving a final, murderous blow in to really put an arch in that spine, grinding through the deepest reaches of that tight-gripping ass to just try and kiss a fresh inch with his fattest throb. He was already firing off, and his mouth blew open in a moan, then fell to seize around his bitch's neck. It was an almost lazy bite, but he chewed at her as he filled her, and she whimpered, shivering all over, squeezing and squeezing around his base to make sure that load blasted her inner walls at full force. He didn't pull out, or straighten, or roll off. He just sighed over her, letting his teeth slowly ease against her neck, his body turning to a heavy, steaming blanket atop her, slowly pressing her flat on the bed again. He was still spasming a little down there, though a warm, aching buzz rang through his loins. That had been a good one... it didn't want to die.

And like a good little mattress, the lizard held her breathing to a shallow little puffing, her body limp under him, accepting whatever he wanted to use her for. The violence of their union seemed to echo through the heavy, huffing silence that followed, and after a few moments, a low snicker in Jake's throat kindled into a growl, and he chewed a little harder at her neck, pushing a fresh grind into her. He was almost tempted to take a second go. And the way she whimpered, such a tender mixture of aching trepidation mixed with anxious excitement... Somehow, that satisfied him. He sighed, body taking a single slow stretch and flex against her before settling again.

The coon almost dozed off before he remembered, which was absurd. This was his life, and even if he dared hope otherwise, it was a constant fact that every load he blew had consequences. The question was, could it really be that she was immune, or had he just...?

His body almost seemed to creak against his attempts to stir, to straighten a little, but he brought his head up to look at his mount-turned-pillow. Her face was a portrait of devastation, at once overwhelmed and delighted, pained and utterly relieved. When she finally noticed his inspection, her one eye slid up to meet his, and fresh flush rose in her already rosy cheeks, her mouth crooking in a sheepish smile. Jacob snorted. Either she really was hooked now, or she was in love with him. Or both. Hell.

Well, either way, he could make use of her. Sighing at length, he fell atop her again, eyes slipping shut. Have to wait and see how functional she was still... But he supposed if he did end up with a thrall, well... he could do worse. The thought shocked him briefly, but he gave a bare hint of a shrug after a moment. She was cute as hell, and actually seemed to like the way he treated her. He could do a hell of a lot worse, even with... the other details. His paw snaked under her again, gripping at one fake tit. "Mmnh..." he grumbled, "yeah... maybe some kinda treatment..."

She whimpered faintly, or perhaps it was a happy coo, and her body arched slightly, trembling, pressing herself into his paw and his crotch, grinding his half-hard length through that sloppy hot hole. A rumble trickled out of his throat as he found himself grinding in again, temptation rising...