Establishing Relations, Chapter 4

Still looking back at Keith, Natani made his raised tail sway side-to-side, counter to his hips, to really drive the point home.

And sure enough, that got the basitin moving, shaky or not. Though, Natani did notice that rather than sit straight up on the bed, Keith winced a little and then folded one of his legs under himself to take the weight off his rear.

So... expect to be at least a little sore. Got it.

Keith shifted, leaning in his direction, and Natani got a good reminder of the basitin's girth. Rather more heft there than Keith himself had taken.

So maybe more than a little sore.

Though... Natani's frame was a lot bigger than Keith's was, so... maybe that canceled out? Was that how it worked? Was that why the King had chosen that particular toy to give him?

He got warmly distracted from his thoughts when he felt Keith touch him on one of his paws, thumb and palm pressing against the pad as his fingers curled around the side, giving him a squeeze, and lingering a moment -- Natani could see Keith's expression, the moment of hesitation... and then just the slightest twitch of his ears in the direction of the King as he let go with a smile.

Later. When they were alone.

Natani nodded in acknowledgement, wondering what he should expect. Maybe it wasn't just a sex thing, then? He didn't know, but he looked forward to finding out.

The King had retrieved the toy from where Natani had left it, and Natani saw that she also had the bottle of oil. She looked at him. "You're quite sure about the ass part?"

"Yeah."

He wasn't about to explain why, because the last thing Keith needed right now was a reminder about a certain inexplicably pregnant keidran.

Besides, it felt right. An ass for an ass. The same for both of them.

And maybe... maybe if he was going to do the other thing with Keith... maybe it shouldn't be in exchange for anything. Maybe it should just be its own thing, and for... both of them. Like the King had made it.

He wondered if Keith might have similar thoughts now, about... the other way around. He clearly hadn't hated it, and he'd even been hard at the end, but... could it be something he would want? And not just for Natani's sake? The kiss, for sure, and the paw stuff, too, but Natani didn't need to fuck him to do either of those. Not unless Keith wanted him to.

Either way... Natani knew he'd still take it, even if Keith was just doing it for him. He just would have liked it to be for them both.

For him to embrace all of you.

The King nodded, then held out the bottle to Keith. "Here." Keith took it, and she also held out the toy. "You may also want to use this first, before you try to fit yourself -- unless, of course, Natani would rather you didn't."

Why would he mind? That sounded like a good -- he got it, and laughed. "Getting screwed with my own dick?"

The King smiled. "That's another advantage it has. Though, I should warn you... make sure to clean it thoroughly first if you're going to try... other things with it."

Ah.

Yeah.

How had he not thought of that yet? Of course he would try that. And then he'd know better what to expect. And whether he really wanted it with Keith.

"So, uh..." Keith was holding the toy like a very dubious sword. "Should I?"

Natani laughed. "Yeah. But start with your fingers. Just keep your claws in check."

Keith smiled. "Will do."

He settled down right behind Natani, prompting him to spread his legs wider to make room, and that made it awkward for Natani to look at the basitin, though he still could if he craned his neck and made sure his tail wasn't in the way. Still... he didn't really feel threatened, and when Keith touched him on the rump, Natani let his head swing back forward.

The basitin's hand on him just felt nice.

With a last little stroke of a thumb, the touch was gone again. Keith was probably fussing with the bottle.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

A few more moments, and Natani felt two fingertips touch down lightly, just below his tail, at the edge of his fur. It was a peculiar sensation -- he'd never realized just how sensitive the area was -- and as Keith slowly began to trace his way around, slick fingers exploring his contours, making him more aware of them than he'd ever been, softly massaging the oil into him, a warm shiver passed through Natani.

He let out a slow breath, letting his tail sway at the sensations. "You're right... that does feel good."

He could hear the smile in Keith's voice. "Think you might be a natural?"

Natani thwapped him with his tail. But not too hard.

"Hey!" Keith grabbed at the base of his tail, sending a deep shiver through Natani. "Careful. I don't want to spill this."

Oh, right. The... the bottle. "Oh, sorry." But the way Keith's hand felt there, slick fingers squeezing at the base of his tail... "Massage there?"

Keith rubbed at the side of his tail, low on his back. "Here?"

"Mmm...."

Natani let his muzzle hang low, and his eyes slide closed, as Keith's fingers worked the base of his tail over. The basitin did an admirable job of following the mostly involuntary little noises Natani made as he found all the right spots.

It was a grin this time, not a smile, Natani was sure. "You've got some strong wagging muscles."

Natani twitched his tail, then lightly touched it against the side of Keith's muzzle. "Hush, you. It's your fault."

There was a nudge back at his tail, but no other answer... until Keith bent down to place a kiss on the top of his rump, before returning to the massage.

Eventually, the fingers worked their way back under his tail, Keith now more sure and firm with his touch -- but still gentle. When he'd worked the oil in all over, Natani felt the cooler touch of a fresh dollop right at the center of his ring, along with a single finger. Keith started rubbing in a small, circular motion, prodding at the center, trying to persuade him to open up.

The sensation made him shiver, and Natani wanted to, but he didn't really know how. He could feel where he was tight -- feel it acutely, with Keith's finger teasing at him -- but the muscles wouldn't listen to him.

He huffed, frustrated, and pushed back with his hips. The first time he did it, Keith fell back with him, but when Natani righted himself again he got the idea and held himself steady, finger pressed against his pucker. Natani pushed again, and this time spread around the finger, his body fighting the intrusion the whole way and making him grit his teeth.

It wasn't that painful in the greater scheme of things, but it hurt a lot more than a single finger had any right to. And it was just a single finger.

This damn body... twice a year it made him crave something in him so bad it was all he could do to stop himself, and the one time he did it it doesn't like it just because it's the wrong damn hole!

"You okay?"

Natani forced out a breath, willing his dumb body to stop struggling. It was just one finger! "Gimme... gimme a moment."

Keith's other hand appeared at his flank, slowly stroking his fur, and Natani tried to focus on that instead. Slowly, the pain faded into a dull ache as some part of him finally had the good sense to stop clenching.

He let out a long sigh. He felt flushed, too, and it wasn't with embarrassment.

Though there was some of that, too.

But he refused to lose.

"Could you pull out and try again?"

"Okay."

Keith did, taking a moment to apply some more oil, massaging it around his opening and pressing it toward the center, before that finger once again returned to task, pushing straight down the middle. Natani willed himself to relax, and this time the basitin was able to wriggle the finger in. It wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't straight-up painful either.

Progress.

"Okay, keep going."

Keith pushed deeper, first, as far as his finger could reach -- that didn't really seem to make it any better or worse, at least, it just felt... strange -- then sort-of... pressed it around in a circle, probably trying to spread the oil better. Another dip out, another moment of respite, another fresh dollop of oil massaged in... and then a second finger joined the first, pressed in alongside. It took a bit more wriggling, but both made it in without making anything worse. Next, Keith rotated the fingers around, changing the way Natani stretched around him, which... felt kind of interesting, actually.

"Try... try spreading your fingers?"

Keith did, persuading him to stretch sideways, and... that somehow let Natani finally get a better feel of what it was that Keith was stretching against, the muscles that were resisting the spread. It still didn't let him relax them at will, but... something got easier.

"I think... three fingers? Or the toy."

Before Keith could react, the King interjected. "I would recommend going slower. Familiarity is what you need most right now." Natani looked at her, and found her smiling. "And maybe a distraction?" She came closer, settling down in front of him and spreading her legs, giving Natani a good look at her privates -- or would that be her majesties, since she was the King? -- the whole area slick with her juices, the scent tantalizing. It took some effort for Natani to shift his eyes up to her face when she spoke again. "There are still more things I would like to learn about keidran, after all."

Natani gave her his best wolven grin. "Well, come closer and I'll show you."

The King did, pushing herself forward until she met Natani's muzzle, and for a time he did lose track of the specifics of what Keith was doing, though he stayed aware of the basitin's gentle and persistent presence. Natani had tasted the King several times now, but as much as she had spilled on Keith, her scent and flavor were even stronger from the source. He wasted no time on taking it in, first lapping through the short fur of her groin to get better acquainted, taking slow, exra care in the area around her clit, and then diving right in, tasting her lips, then parting them in a deep kiss, eager to taste her depths.

"Ah... what a long tongue."

Natani dove deeper still, to his utmost, and drew a surprised little happy sound from the King. After reaching as far as he could, he flared his tongue, spreading it to its widest, pushing against the King in a different way -- then drew it back out, for a breath and a swallow, only to push back in again, this time grinding against the top of her passage.

More happy basitin sounds, and one of the King's hands at his head, urging him deeper.

Natani obliged, eating her out with all of his hungry wolven instincts. He was already down on his elbows, so he moved his hands to the inside of her thighs, then up toward her hips, using his forearms to spread her legs wider, leaning his weight into her until she took the hint and fell back to a more reclining position, her legs falling open. Natani kept his weight forward, holding her hips down, all the better for his muzzle to devour.

But that wasn't the only reason he'd done that. He spared a glance down her legs to see that yes, her feet were no longer planted, but had tilted, showing her paws towards Keith.

A little something for him, too.

Natani spent a few more moments in the King's depths, but when he judged the time to be right -- by the growing squeezing on his tongue, that energy building in her hips, the way her stomach began to tense, and her breathing, heavier, her expression lost somewhere beyond her breasts as she hung her head back -- Natani gradually pulled out, then gave her lips a few more kisses before moving on to the main event. He pulled a long drag with his tongue, up and past the left side of her clit, then the right, pushing it around without directly touching it, then again, closer, still withholding direct contact, repeating, closer, heavier -- until he went straight in, digging against her hood with his tongue, stronger and stronger as she tensed under him--

And then her hips were bucking with her release, almost throwing him off despite Natani's weight on her hips. She was so strong. But he persevered, backing off her clit but lapping up her freely-flowing juices, keeping at it until her shaking abated.

The King fell onto her back, and for a moment she just breathed. Then came a great, satisfied exhalation. "I see you've done this before."

Natani kissed her on the clit, gently, making her large frame shudder. He hadn't, but he had some... natural advantages... over most guys. And he'd seen what the King did to set herself off twice now, so he had a pretty good idea how to push her button.

Keith sounded downright theatrically gruff. "I feel like I should be taking notes."

Natani shot him a sideways grin. "Maybe I'll give you some lessons sometime."

The response had come automatically, and Natani's mind skidded a little as it hit the possible implications. Would he want Keith to be that aggressive with him?

W-well, if it was to show him what to do with the King...

Something... to think about. But if not that way... then there was probably room for the both of them between the King's legs.

That would be fun.

Slowly, his attention was drawn fully back to what Keith was doing -- up to three fingers now, and he was slowly pumping them in and out, pulling back to where the tips, squeezed into a triangle, were barely inside, and then pushing back in up to the knuckles, spreading him wider.

It... didn't feel bad, really, anymore. A little discomfiting, but... the feeling of being spread was kind of nice, now that it was going smoother.

"I think I'm ready for the toy now."

"Okay."

The fingers retreated, and a few moments later were replaced by something rather different -- the smooth tapered tip of the toy, also slick with oil, poking against him. The shape let it start prying into him easily enough, but... it did feel cool, which made it more... there, and vaguely unpleasant in a way the fingers hadn't been.

Yeah, he needed to think about using magic to warm the thing up.

Or... maybe just lying on it. Or soaking it in warm water.

Something.

In the meanwhile, he dipped his muzzle down, resting his nose on the King's hip, focusing on her scents to distract himself. The slightly alien feel of the toy made him want to tense up, instinctively, but as long as he could tamp that down...

Natani started pushing his hips back slowly, and Keith worked with him to gradually increase the pressure, until the whole tip slipped in. The toy still widened for a bit after that... but it slid into Natani almost smoothly, spreading him wider than ever before.

But... Keith was bigger.

Still, it seemed more possible now... which somehow only made Natani more nervous about it. He stole a glance back, looking between his legs at Keith's lap, and... to his surprise, found the basitin only half-hard.

Because he was focusing on what he was doing? Or maybe he was finally starting to run out of energy? He'd certainly used a lot...

Still. That wouldn't do. Natani shifted one of his legs -- certainly not catching Keith by surprise, but he wasn't trying to -- and angled it to put his paw in the basitin's lap. Very careful with the claws, and... he pressed his pad and toes against the basitin's sack, curling his toes slightly for a better feel. The soft, short fur felt nice.

Keith faltered with the toy, even though he'd been expecting it. He drew in a shuddering breath, and, yes, filled out quite nicely.

And gods, he was big.

Natani got to rubbing the basitin's sack slowly with his toes, and with obvious difficulty Keith rallied with the toy. The tip had started to warm up a little, but every time he pushed deeper, there was that cool touch again, distracting him from the good parts of the sensations.

He was big, but...

Natani raised his foot slowly, pulling his heel and the crook of his ankle along Keith's shaft. The basitin shivered, and Natani felt him throb right against his ankle. Nice and warm, and full of life.

And Keith.

A shiver of excitement shot through Natani as he made his decision. "Let's do it."

Keith stopped, but didn't pull out. "You don't wanna keep going with this for a while longer?"

"It's not going to get any thicker. And..." Natani craned his neck to look at him, and Keith was leaning to the side to do the same, so their gazes met. "I'd rather feel yours."

Keith pulled the toy out.

Natani's heart was hammering in his chest as he waited for Keith to make his preparations -- catching glimpses of the basitin oiling himself up, wiping his hand on his flank before stoppering the bottle and setting it aside along with the toy, getting up on his knees behind him -- but at the same time, he felt oddly calm.

The nervousness wasn't about whether he wanted to, because... he kinda did.

The nervousness was about whether he could, or if Keith's size was just going to be too much.

Whether his body would get in his way, once again.

The first touch of flesh on his tailhole, Keith pressing the bottom of his tip down against it, made Natani squirm, rubbing his muzzle down against the King's hip. It certainly felt... different, and knowing it was Keith...

The tip retreated, and next he felt a hand on the small of his back, thumb wrapping around the base of his tail, gently pushing down. "Can you spread your knees more? You're a little high for me."

Natani shifted his stance lower under the guidance of Keith's hand... and maybe he wriggled his hips a little, too, just to feel the basitin's fingers rub against the base of his tail.

The hand left him with a friendly little scratch above the root of his tail, making Natani wag in response, catching Keith on the side.

Then there was that tip again, this time more head-on, Keith nudging it around to look for his angle. Another brief adjustment, Natani lowering his hips just a smidge more... and now there was a gentle pressure behind the tip. It started to spread him, that first moment of stretching by now almost familiar and pleasant, but as it tapered up... Natani clenched down on it reflexively, sending a little flash of pain through himself and making Keith groan. The basitin pulled back to try again, and it felt like this time he didn't even get as far, before the same thing happened again.

Natani grunted, more with frustration than the pain.

"Maybe it's too much?"

There was no frustration in Keith's voice, just concern.

He really was too sweet by half.

Not that Natani would have changed that.

He drew in a deep breath, released it, then nuzzled closer to the King's sex before doing it again. And... the King had taken him, too. Granted, it wasn't in her ass, and she was a whole damn size bigger, but... what did that matter?

Natani made his tail curl around Keith's side. "Just hold steady."

The basitin did, keeping his tip nudging under Natani's tail as Natani wriggled his hips, then pressed back slowly, sliding himself onto Keith. He ran into that same spot of resistance, pulled back, tried again, this time a little slower, a little wider, a little deeper... he dipped his muzzle lower again, pulling a long lick up the King's lips, refreshing that taste in his mouth, and kept working himself onto Keith's tip, a fraction of an inch at a time, only stopping for a moment when he was startled by a new sensation -- then resuming as he realized it had been a spurt of Keith's pre, squeezed out just inside and against him.

Slowly, he stretched himself wider... and when he felt it simply could not get much thicker, he braced his forearms against the King, and pushed himself back, stretching, stretching... and shifting back with a jerk as Keith's tip finally popped in, immediately followed by an inch or two of his shaft.

Natani squeezed around it -- and with a great breath, relaxed. At least, as much as he could with that monster in him. It was so thick... Keith throbbed inside him, and Natani squeezed around him again, this time on purpose, marveling that he could actually feel a spurt of pre shoot up the basitin's cock.

Keith's hand, warm and gentle at his hip. "You okay?"

Natani let his muzzle rest against the King's hip, breathing heavily. "You can move now." He let out a giddy little laugh. "Just... don't pull out."

True to that purpose, Keith immediately pushed deeper in, making Natani squirm and pull his tail up, laying it against the basitin's chest, spacing him. Keith got the idea, and even as he grasped Natani's hips, taking a firm hold, he took his cues from the tail against his chest on when to pull back, when to stay, and when to drive deeper in, working his hips to bury himself all the way, until Natani, gasping for breath and leaning fully forward against the King, could finally feel Keith's hips press tight against his ass.

Natani grinned to himself, exhilerated.

Take that, you dumb body.

Keith slowly pulled back, and Natani took the opportunity to push back with him, righting his position, getting his weight off the King. Even then, he still felt a little... unsteady. The feeling of Keith so totally inside him wasn't pain, and it wasn't quite pleasure either, but what it definitely was was intense, and Natani felt almost drunk with it. Keith pressed forward again in a slow thrust, bringing their hips flush once more, and Natani shook with it, then wrapped his tail tight around the basitin's waist.

He didn't want to space him anymore.

Natani could feel Keith's fingers loosening their hold on his hips. "Don't want me to start moving yet?"

"Don't want you to..." He pulled Keith forward with him for an inch or two, their bodies still slightly separating, then pushed back again, huffing at the sensation. "... go anywhere."

Natani heard Keith swallow, and felt his fingers tighten on his hips again. He smiled to himself, though he did tilt his muzzle so Keith could see it, too. It was good that this was... working out...

Keith seemed happy indeed to stay close, and slowly worked his hips into a rhythm of short, deliberate, deep thrusts, grinding in that last inch that filled Natani to his limits and made him shudder and squeeze around Keith, and gradually fall forward again, pushing his muzzle against the King's stomach. As slow as it was, it was building up into something frantic inside him, and inside Keith as well; he could feel the basitin's pleasure come through clearly in every motion of his hips, every pull and squeeze from his hands on Natani's flanks, in his breath, that Natani could still hear over the hammering of his own heart. He wrapped his tail tighter around the basitin in return, pushing back with his hips as he could, then sought for other ways to speak out his pleasure, pushing his feet closer to Keith's legs, nudging and rubbing against the basitin's shins, then finally hooking his ankles behind Keith's knees, holding him even closer, causing the basitin to falter for a moment and draw a straggling breath -- before resuming with even more passion, the deep impacts making Natani instinctively push his muzzle down, and rub against the soft iron of the King's stomach. When he kept doing that, she shifted under him, pulling her hips up the bed and letting Natani's muzzle trail down. He felt her shudder as his chin dragged over her clit, and then his nose and lips were planted at her sex once more, filling those of his senses that weren't already overwhelmed with Keith. Without a thought, he set to eating her out, slaking both their thirsts. He let the rhythm of Keith's hips carry through him, and pressed it against the King, as slowly and implacably as Keith pressed it into him, making both of them shudder.

The moment stretched on in a daze, but the buildup was too intense to go on forever, and finally Natani felt Keith grasp him tighter even as the basitin's rhythm broke, and Keith slammed forward into him one last time, the thrust not wanting to stop, pushing his weight forward against Natani, leaning into him, only not making him fall forward because they were locked together at the knees and hips. The dam broken, Natani felt the first long jet of the basitin's seed squeeze into him, and then Keith was moving his hands from Natani's waist to half-lean, half-stumble forward, arms sliding past Natani's sides so he could brace himself against the bed, the basitin's muzzle dipping down to the center of Natani's back, struggling for breath as his shuddering climax worked its way through him and into Natani, every new pulse seeming as strong as the last. Their hips now stopped, Natani took that new cue instead, and pushed out the rhythm of Keith's seed pumping into him against the King's clit in heavy, deep licks, the third one pushing her over, setting her hips shaking. Natani leaned his muzzle over the King's hip, trying to catch his breath while the basitins came off their highs.

That went pretty well.

He almost laughed at the stray thought, still giddy with the rush of it all. Yeah. That went pretty well.

Keith swallowed. "That was..." the words disappeared into a quiet laugh, and Natani gave Keith a squeeze with his tail in response, grinning. After a moment, the basitin responded by wrapping his own tail around Natani's thigh, making him shiver as it grazed his front, and making him realize he was beyond wet. Another short moment, and he felt Keith shift his weight over to his right hand, the left coming up to Natani's side, then slowly trailing down towards his stomach. "Can I...?"

"Y-yeah." Please do.

Keith's fingers slid past his clit, down to his lips, the basitin's touch so powerful, and Natani so ready, that just that made a warm shudder run through his body.

"Just... slick your fingers... like that, and then, a bit higher... y-yeah, there, press down and... start... rubbing... circles..."

He quickly got the idea under Natani's guidance, those supple but strong fingers teasing at his clit, more and more sure of his touch as Natani moaned and shuddered out his pleasure, his muzzle pushing against the King's hip as Keith wrapped around him and bore on him from behind. It only took a handful of short moments for Keith to push him over, and then it was Natani's turn to struggle for breath as his orgasm crashed over him, taking new forms with Keith's fingers on him and the basitin still buried to the hilt under his tail, still hard, the very shape of that hardness etching itself into Natani's consciousness as his internal muscles rippled and squeezed throughout his throes, drawing a long accompanying groan from Keith, and a new push of the basitin's hips to drive even deeper, setting Natani off even more, a series of heavy throbs from Keith answering his new clenches.

When the last deep convulsions faded, his insides finally relaxing around Keith's girth, Natani was left panting and spent.

He'd never realized how much really... went on... down there during an orgasm.

Well, now he knew.

And now his legs wouldn't stop shaking.

So that's what that was about.

Natani laughed quietly to himself. After a moment, he felt Keith relaxing against him, and then the basitin's muzzle on his back, pressing a kiss against his spine on top of his wrappings.

He wanted to touch the basitin in return, but the best he could do was to flex his toes to stroke along Keith's shins. It wasn't a kiss, but judging by the way it made Keith nuzzle against his back, it was probably pretty good.

When Natani had gotten his breathing back in control, and started righting his position, Keith slowed, then cleared his throat. "Can I... can I go again?" Another clearing of the throat, and Natani thought he could hear the blush. "You can, um, 'get me on my back' again later."

Damn basitins. Natani laughed. "Liked that, huh?" He grinned. "Or do you just want to be on the receiving end again?"

Another kiss on his back, and then Keith's response, quiet and serious, though still tinted by the blush. "I liked all of it."

Natani found himself blushing too. "Yeah."

"So... um, how about it?"

Natani tried to take stock of his situation. There was a deep ache in him, all along Keith's shaft, and he was sure he was going to be sore for it later, but it wasn't... painful. He wasn't hurting. Keith had been gentle. And Natani could trust him to stay that way.

And he liked that Keith was asking for more, rather than settling.

Asking for more for both of them.

"You're on."

Natani felt the King shift under him, and lifted himself back up on his elbows as she sat up, pulling her legs under herself. She had an audible smile, too. "In that case... how about a different position?"

The way she'd said it, the words might as well have been 'Hello, I am up to something.'

That didn't escape Keith, either. "Err... Natani?"

Natani shot a glance up at her. "Well... what did you have in mind?"

She just smiled down at him, then turned her attention to Keith. "If you would lean back, Keith..."

Natani let her guide them through the motions, and she first had Keith sit back on his heels, bringing Natani's rump with him into his lap, then helped Natani get his body upright as well, his back leaning against Keith's chest and muzzle, his knees to the outside of the basitin's, his still-shaky legs struggling a little with the position. The way Keith felt inside him as they moved almost took his breath away -- and then did, as Keith took hold of Natani under his thighs, and lifted him so Natani could get his legs out in front, and for a moment the basitin held all of his weight.

Keith's strength was sometimes startling when they sparred, and no less now that they were... not sparring.

The basitin got his own legs out from under him as well, rocking Natani about with his movements, and then some semblance of stability returned as Keith let Natani's weight fall back on his lap, now planted on the bed, and the basitin's legs found their way to the inside and under Natani's, Keith's feet bracing against the bed to keeps his knees bent, the basitin's legs making a platform for Natani's.

Finally, Keith leaned back, and Natani leaned with him part of the way, his arms going out behind him to brace against the bed, as well as his tail pushing and falling along Keith's chest to keep him stable. Keith settled down on the bed, and his hands, now at Natani's rump, left off some last small amount of support the basitin had been giving him. Gravity did the rest, and the weight of his own body ground Natani down to the hilt on Keith, making him let out a strained huff.

He was so deep, and Natani was almost floating on his lap, his legs strewn across the basitin's, paws barely touching the bed much less giving any leverage, his hands his only anchor that wasn't Keith -- and that only served to push more of his weight down to his hips, and their joining. He shuddered as Keith worked out his leverage, then pushed up against him, bringing more than gravity to bear, setting Natani's weight to rocking, the basitin's hands settling on his waist to help, taking some of that weight and guiding it, changing the motion, turning the next thrust of Keith's hips into giving Natani a little bounce on his lap, momentarily easing the pressure before their weights once again met and ground them together, making Natani's breath catch and another tremble run down his legs.

So... deep...

And before him, sitting between both of their legs, was King Adelaide.

Smiling that smile.

Natani thought he could guess what she was about, but was still about to ask -- until Keith really got the hang of it, and started up a rhyhtm, the bounces, the impacts becoming regular, and slipping the words right out of Natani's mind, replaced by short, halting huffs.

But even without being asked, the King answered, as she got down on her elbows between their legs, nudging them wider to make room for herself, Natani drawing a sharp breath as the shift in their balance seemed to somehow drive Keith even deeper, then letting it out in a long, shuddering exhalation as he felt the King's breath on his sex.

She looked up at him. "I owe you for something."

She was giving him the chance to refuse.

Natani didn't even hesitate before nodding. If he didn't like it he could always tell her to stop -- and even that shadow of a worry quickly melted away as the King pressed her tongue flat against Natani's folds, and slowly pulled up with enough intensity that she nudged him up Keith's shaft, prompting him to start his rhyhm, momentarily paused as she involved herself, up again. She lapped at him for a while, slow, deliberate, melding her actions with Keith's movements, tongue teasing at his lips, or pulling up on either side of his clit, or occasionally straight up across, making Natani's breath catch even as Keith ground up into him, until the two had him panting, in their hands and at their mercy, but a mercy he trusted, his feelings for Keith spilling over onto the King as well, making her beautiful between his legs, making him sure of her care and good will. They would not hurt him. They would only make him feel good.

The King moved her arms, her hands pushing their way between Natani's and Keith's thighs, her wrists pressing down on each side of Keith's hips as her hands joined his at Natani's sides, but lower, holding him by the rump. It stilled Keith's motions, and let Natani catch his breath, but only for a moment before he realized what she was doing. She pressed her tongue against his lips, but this time it wasn't to lick, it was to vye for entry, and she used her hands at his rump to help her, keeping him close and tilting his hips to change the angle that Keith was entering his back -- to ease the pressure on his front. To make room for her tongue to enter.

Natani wouldn't have thought there was any way, with Keith already stretching him to his limits just an inch or two below -- but she knew better, her tongue slowly pushing its way into him. And for all that basitins had smaller muzzles and shorter tongues than wolves did, she was no normal basitin, and her tongue fit the rest of her, tall, thick, and strong.

It would have been enough to make Natani feel full even if he wasn't already stuffed with Keith's impossible girth.

Natani let his head hang back, breath uneven, trying to deal with the sensations of being so thoroughly filled, front and back, the two of them pressing together inside him until they might as well have been one thing. He was sure they could both feel the other as well; there was no space left for them not to. He heard Keith swallow under him, and felt his hands hold tighter at Natani's waist, as an excited throb pressed up his rear -- maybe the King could feel that, too -- making Natani shiver.

And then the King pushed with her muzzle, her tongue now buried all the way inside, nudging his hips to move, sliding up Keith's shaft, then back down as Keith began to once again work his rhythm, the strokes even shorter now but the impact immeasurably greater, the impossible sensations of the two intruders pushing, vying against each other inside him making Natani tremble, first in his hips, then his legs, and soon his whole body as they kept working him, tight, impossible, pushing, pushing, building -- until the dam broke, and shattered, and now it was Natani driving the motion, his hips jerking between the two of them, grinding against them, beyond overloaded as he clenched on them both, his orgasm wracking his body until his hips and legs had no strength left to continue, and it was all he could do to not let his arms buckle under him and crash down on top of Keith.

He felt the King's tongue withdraw, and could hear her lick her lips, feel her hands leave his rump, and heard the smile in her voice. "I've done this before, too." And then her hands were at the top of his hips, pulling him all the way down onto Keith, and pushing down to keep him there. "And that was one."

And then her tongue was back, this time at his clit, and Natani found out that it didn't matter that he had no strength left -- she was still going to make him dance, as she expertly pushed him to the edge, then let him linger there for a moment, building fresh anticipation, before pushing him over, setting his worn-out hips pumping feebly against her muzzle, and wringing on Keith. But she didn't stop there, and Natani's orgasm had barely begun to fade as she already had the next one lined up, pushing him over again, and again, and again, until there was no pause at all from one to the next; there was only her tongue on his clit and Keith's shaft buried impossibly deep under his tail, and endless pleasure.

The last thing he felt was the heavy throb of that shaft as Keith finally reached his own limit, a fresh jet of his seed shooting up to press even deeper against Natani, scattering what was left of his senses.