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Bondage Breeding

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A YCH round for Ahnik, Khorik and Blazing

Alfajiri grunted, on her back, the bondage bench keeping her elbows tucked down, her body held so very perfectly in position. The lioness was an anthro, like the others in the purpose made breeding room, though there was a feral glint in her eye that hinted at just why she had been the first to be tied down. Her fur was a tawny brown with black and brown markings on her back, tail tipped in a darker fluff of fur, though even her paws had been sheathed in rubber bondage mittens, ensuring that there was no way that her claws could be used. That she was a hermaphrodite could not be denied with her hard cock jutting up out of the soft fold of her sheath, but her cock was not why she was bound that evening. For once, it would not receive any attention at all, in lieu of her heat-swollen pussy.

"You thought you could take me first, didn't you, lioness?"

Aethon grinned, the big stud stallion's cock already out, though it was not as if clothing was often worn in the breeding room, the playroom for those that wanted a little more kink to go along with their breeding. Of course, the stallion and the lioness were not alone in there, the room set up for kink, the lighting tasteful but something like a pleasantly modern dungeon with stone flooring, roughly hewn under his hooves. The lioness, with her breasts facing the ceiling, was not privy to that little taste of texture, however, as interesting as it may have been on the pads of her paws.

She heaved for breath, eyes roaming back and forth. It was wrong, very wrong, for Alfajiri to find herself bound, even though it had been requested, by her. Her companion of the moment, a male-identifying lizard with an obvious female sex, nestled over a fucking bench, which was two-stepped and heavily padded for a short but lightly muscled scaley, such as Ahnik, to settle over comfortably. His shaft throbbed, breasts squashed down, though it was Ahnik's pussy that was lewdly on show, for the "male" part of the hermaphrodite would not, by any means, be at play when he was the bottom in breeding bondage.

Ahnik groaned, head spinning with lust, though his pussy squeezed down around nothing, dripping lewdly as his companion ran his hand down his back, from between his shoulder blades to the base of his lustfully lifting tail. Where the stallion had been paired with a lioness - she would not have been Ahnik's style anyway - his ready to be bred cunny was destined to take a void wolf's cock, not a stallion's. He wasn't sure what he would have preferred.

Leather straps kept the short lizard in place, as much as he squirmed deliciously to feel how it kept him in place, chest shuddering, gasping for breath. His tail lifted sharply as Khorix grabbed it, the void wolf's skull-like head striking just the right amount of terror into Ahnik's heart to be kinky, submitting even though he no longer had any choice in the matter.

"Ohhh..."

Khorix chuckled throatily, letting his claws dig into the lizard's scales only enough to let him know who was in control. Oh, but the savagery of mating was yet to come, that raw and ragged primal need rising inside him, hissing and writhing, snarling for precedence. Not that he would take anyone against their will and had more than enough partners prostrating themselves for him, what with his striking, black fur, the white and red markings that cut through sharply. It was his skull-head that put others off, eyes glowing crimson in the pits of the eyeholes, though it was merely him, his kind, his species, and it was his life to take as he pleased.

"You won't leave here without your womb swelling," he growled, the rumbling lewdness of lust building and building inside him. "You'll be full, spilling over... Huff... You..."

He couldn't help himself, his tongue lashing out against the lizard's scales, tasting "his" backside, the sweetness of female pheromones colouring the air. He did not care much who or what he bred, when the opportunity was presented to him, though the thickness of it pouring over him was not to be resisted, the scent of sex resting heavily in the air. The black padded bench squeaked under Ahnik as the lizard squirmed, but there was no going back from the slurp of the void wolf's touch dipping into that sweet cunny, taking his first taste of his scaled prey.

While the lizard moaned, pussy drooling his arousal, Aethon worked over the lioness, his fingers dipping into her succulent folds, tasting the anthro lioness' essence. She squirmed in her bonds, the fierce protector reduced to nothing more than a toy in breeding, panting and heaving, her head falling back.

Yet that in itself may have proved to be Alfajiri's undoing in her breeding bondage, for the stallion was over her in a flash, her body lusciously presented to his attention. With his paws greedily groping her tits, ravishing her even in that moment, his cock pressed up to her lips, hardening quickly, the flat tip questing for entry where it, perhaps, should have been requested and not automatically given.

Alfajiri should not have allowed it - he had not proven himself to her! And he was merely a prey animal, a horse... At least the two beside her should have been predators of some kind! The void wolf and the lizard were more or less evenly matched, even with the lizard hopelessly lost in heat, whimpering and drooling while his pussy was lapped up into salaciously, again and again. Alfajiri grunted thickly, lips parting, taking a cock deeper, swallowing it down into the back of her throat. It was a strange position to be in with her head tipped all the way back, the bulge obvious in her throat, yet it was an act of almost forced submission to deep throat his dick in such a way.

Her tits pushed up, her body entirely on show, trembling with need, though Aethon took pleasure in tugging the perky buds of her nipples into heated buds. The cool air of the playroom, designed so that the occupants did not overheat too quickly, tickled her body, but the stallion was more interesting in drinking everything in hungrily, his tail flicking. With the long fall of dark hair caressing the air, his eyes lingered on the lizard. He wouldn't have taken Ahnik for a female, not at first, but it was all in how one identified, and the scent of the lizard's pussy tickled at his nose. The orange spines formed a head-crest on him only, but his back was strongly muscled, lusciously so. He was even the sort of scaley that he would have liked to fuck himself...

The stallion grunted, eyes on Ahnik while he fucked the lioness' throat, forcing her to hack and gag around him, the "slup-slup-slup" of his dick disappearing down her throat rising with every passing second. She might have strained to take such a length - but what else was a queen to do but to prove herself to him? He knew her well, their meeting there far from chance, her breeding lust so strong that Alfajiri had even set him up for the fun of it, wanting to be bred and fucked beyond an inch of her lustful control.

And what was control? Ahnik's bondage pressed in around him, trying to hump back at the voice wolf even as the studly beast snarled, ravaging, him, tongue swirling and digging about in his pussy. He was helpless to do anything but enjoy every moment as it poured over him, panting and heaving, crying out loud, his maw not gagged, which was much to the detriment of everyone else's ears in the room.

Khorix, however, was not to be denied, thrusting his hips as his cock swelled, excitement coursing through in a flickering pulse of desire. His cock was not perfectly smooth either, but with ridges down the sides, thick and meaty, perfect for pleasuring a partner. His thick tail wagged faintly, yet there was still something ominous in it, a beast that could only be tamed by the rampant and powerful - when it came from himself, of course. He had to expend that energy, that strength, somewhere, and the lizard was the perfect victim, as consensual as the interaction was. He lapped the lizard's juices from his muzzle, that feminine taste intoxicating, tart and drawing him in, eyes drifting hazily, through a fog of lust, to the horse and the lioness, her swallowing down that cock.

Oh, it was almost as much of a pleasure to bear witness as it was to take, but the thick length of his meat needed to be satisfied too, even if the void wolf had a very different hole in mind. Without bringing Ahnik to orgasmic completion, he rose slowly, fluidly, every movement holding a languid, predatory grace to it. His jaw parted in a snarl, paw on his cock, though he hardly needed to pump it at all to get it right where it needed to be, growling lowly and deeply, letting the sound roll out and out and out.

The lizard shuddered, but Ahnik was right where he wanted to be, positioned in such a way that he got a front-row seat to Alfajiri getting her throat stuffed with cock. He licked his lips, yet his eyes widened sharply as his tail was grabbed, shoved up out of the way, a feral cry ripping itself forth from him. He howled, yet his pussy was ripe and ready for breeding, his heart already lurching in anticipation of how his belly was to swell.

Wasn't that what any breeding-ready lizard, after all, wanted?

He twisted his head back and forth, the stretch perfect: not enough to cause any pain but more than enough to make him feel filled. His pussy clenched down, though Ahnik could not control the muscular contractions as much as he tried. Khorix was powerful, his thick fur covering strong, efficient muscle, the void wolf everything that he needed in that moment and so many more that came afterwards. He could barely keep his eyes open as he panted heavily, each thrust ramming breath from his body, grateful dimly for the padding of the fucking bench, for it at least kept him comfortable and in position.

"Unff..." Khorix's jaws hung open, tongue lolling out, the gleam of breeding lust in his eyes. "Yes... Fuck..."

But it was not for him to hold back as the weight and position of his body pinned the lizard down, even if he did not have to. Even a void wolf could lose control and he snarled viciously as he rammed in, lost in the feel of a hot, wet pussy closing around him, rippling and pulsing. Was the lizard doing that deliberately? Oh, it didn't matter either way, not as saliva dripped from his maw, pooling around his tongue and flowing over his open teeth, all on show, of course, with his skull for a head.

If there was a time for a void wolf to be fierce, it was in breeding lust, the stallion grazing his gaze, though it was not a competition. Still, Aethon's hips rocked harder and faster, pulling at the lioness' nipples, treating her more roughly than ever as if the two of them were, indeed, in some kind of competition. Ahnik's eyes blearily locked onto the horse's cock as if he was seeking an anchor in the storm, catching each stroke in and each stroke out, how Alfajiri's throat bulged with each and every one, though that could not at all detract from how tight his pussy was around that thick length.

Voyeurism, however, could be just as kinky, his sex tightening, juices flowing. One could not call half to their arousal, not when their own bodies were so apt to betray them. And, truth be told, Ahnik had no desire at all for that, grunting softly in the back of his throat and taking every thrust that Khorix had to give him, relishing in how his body was rocked into the fucking bench. The only reason that he was not shoved across the floor from the sheer, raw force of each thrust was that the fucking bench was bolted down into the ground. It seemed that the makers of the playroom and the breeding room at the centre, after all, had thought of everything.

But that only meant that the two bottoming sluts were free to enjoy everything "forced" upon them in bondage, their bonds tight, pulling at scales and fur alike. The stallion grunted as he slammed in, the lioness' eyes watering, though there was a fierceness behind them that lingered, even as she admitted the stallion as a worthy breeding partner. That they were in a relationship did not matter to either of them, only that the irrevocable covenant of breeding was fulfilled on both their parts.

It was too much for Ahnik to take in, gasping for breath, whining and whimpering, the lizard deliciously helpless to everything that he had asked to happen to him. Of course, it has passed the point where it was in his control, yet it was all as he wanted, the ramming, powerful thrusts claiming him in body and mind with every grind. His glutes tightened, though he could not squeeze down around that cock any more than he already was, his cunny so slick that it offered little to no resistance around the wolf's shaft.

Ahnik shuddered. Such a slut, yes... Yes, for breeding, his muscles weak against such might, his pussy all that mattered. It was not to be resisted as he panted and twisted uselessly against his bonds, straining and grinding back, desperate for more, though the weight of the void wolf over him bore down and down, nearly forcing the breath from his lungs as he brokenly gasped through climax.

The rippling of his pussy pulled at Khorix's ridged dick, but the moment was not for them as Alfajiri yowled, needing to climax, her pussy drooling, all on show and yet not used, yet, as she wanted it to be. The moment there was still very much against the horse, Aethon driving into her throat, ignoring her hacking, gagging cries around his fat length as she gulped him down. He would not stop, however, until he had reached his high too, taking a cruder, rougher approach, groping and massaging her tits as she squirmed and brokenly yowled.

He could not bear it, snorting and tucking his chin down, muscles tightening and bunching, needing to unleash his lust at the cost of all else. Aethon's nuts ached and there was simply no going back from the point of no return as the strain blossomed through him, cum erupting, pouring forth, pushing deep, forcing a bulge into her throat... It meant that there was no drop of cum that would possibly go to waste as he let out a triumphant neigh, tail flagging, revealing the power of his glutes, everything the stud stallion had to offer and more. He was strong and it was high time Alfajiri took everything he had to give, her tail draped down, flicking back and forth weakly as she focused on swallowing.

Dimly, Alfajiri was aware of the other pair in the room rocking together, the lizard squealing out something in a higher-pitch tone than anything she would let out. No, she was stronger than that, fiercer, but it was difficult to feel at all fierce when she was pinned in the breeding position, right where she was supposed to be, putting an arch into her back as her lungs strained for each breath she tried to snatch up for her own.

It was all she could do, all she could try to do, her throat working, burning, taking everything he had to offer. His cum flowed down, filling her stomach, and she would have clung to him demandingly if she had been free, tugging at her wrist restraints, the lines something that would remain cut into her wrists even the next day and the days that followed.

Alfajiri would not care. She was more interested in the pleasure of the moment and how her womb would swell with the thrill of new life over the coming months.

Still, she burned for it and a deepthroat blowjob would not cut the mark as she tried to slide her gaze to the side, though could barely see anything. The horse's balls bounced off her head as he ground down as deep as possible for as long as possible, though her own saliva was all that drooled out the corners of her lips, her body straining to take everything, to accept the gift of him. With an empty womb, her body ripe and ready for everything, it was all the lioness could do. Her fur soaked through with sweat, need coursing through her, blood zinging through her veins with an electric fill that hardly felt as if it could at all be replicated in any other way.

And that was how the lioness knew that Aethon truly was the one that she would allow to fill her, to breed her, even if it was too late for her to take back the choice that she had already made, verbally, to him. Her pussy clenched down on nothing, craving something far thicker and meatier, though he slipped one digit into her, testing her wetness, her readiness for him, and not finding Alfajiri wanting at all.

He drew back slowly, letting her tongue caress his cock, savouring the feel of her as it swept down his smooth-skinned length, teasing the medial ring, playing around the head. The tongue of a feline was raspy and pulled at his dick, though it was not quite rough enough to hurt - not considering those in anthro form, at least. A feral with savage intent could be a different thing entirely, but the stallion might find that out, if he was fortunate, with his feline lover at another time.

Alfajiri was left wanting, purring and slurping over the tip of his cock, while the void wolf rammed into a pussy that was tighter than ever. Snarling, he panted heavily, his chest shuddering, clawing at breath as if he was shredding the body of his prey, though the only prey he was there to take, of course, was in the sexual sense. And the lizard was the most beautiful of them, muscled and strong, able to bear young with wide hips, a womb that ached to be filled. It would only be the first breeding of the session but Khorix could not resist him, thrusting and thrusting, ramming in with short, needy thrusts that heralded the bursting arrival of something more.

Even as he thrust the lizard into the blissful arms of yet another orgasm, he didn't give Ahnik any choice in the matter. He thrust and thrust until a long, drawn-out howl broke from his lips, giving way to rampant instinct, his head thrown back. Oh, there was no way for Khorix to resist the call of his own kind as he released every bit of tension that had been withheld for so long, lusting for that moment along, his balls aching, giving everything willingly. Yet the lizard's pussy kept right on milking him, rippling and twitching erratically around his hot length, pulling at him even as he climaxed.

The power of orgasm, however, was something that would always leave the one climaxing feeling weak, that moment of vulnerability something that could only truly be undertaken with a trusted partner. Or with a well-bound one, as if they were there to be an object, a hole to be fucked and filled, ensuring that the power of the situation, quite certainly, remained with one party there and one party alone. That did not matter to the void wolf, not as those silken folds caressed his dick, the proudly tapered tip digging need, needing every drop to come from him, seeding Ahnik full.

The lizard whimpered, chin tipping down, resting on the padding of the fucking bench, his legs apart, ensuring that there was nothing at all he could do to protect himself from those claiming strokes. The thrusts were for him and not for him at the same time, his tail twinging with pain where the wolf had dug his claws into him a little too viciously. But what could Ahnik care about that as he climaxed all over again, losing track of everything, his female sex closing and pulsing, though nothing at all felt under his control. Maybe that was how it was for breeding, the burning heat and lust in his body not sated in the slightest even as his chest bore down into the padding, seeking out stability where there was otherwise none to be taken.

He had to bear through it, even though he was not present in the moment, submissiveness blending into breeding lust, deeply set instinct taking over. If he had not gone limp without bondage, he was given the impression that there was nothing at all left for his body to do but to take everything. There was no way for him to leave the session without a pussy and a womb full of cum, yet his body ached for more, burning up from the inside out as if he was a dragon-type rather than simply a lizard.

Yet Ahnik did not need to be anything more than he was as Khorix ground in deeply, ridges catching, resting over him, taking a moment to recover as he grunted.

"Goddamn..."

Though those engaged in such passionate endeavours were due a moment to relax too, his cock staying hard as he ground deep into the lizard's pussy. Those hot folds wrapped around him so perfectly, almost like a pair of lips caressing his shaft, slurping down it, wanting more. He could imagine it, though it was hardly as if he minded the lizard being hungry for it, giving a ghoulish grin with his sharp-toothed maw, resplendent in the bones of a skull where nothing was hidden away.

Aethon, however, was to be next, releasing his cock from the lioness' lips, letting the hard length slip out, even as she mewled and pushed after him, for she wanted more, even as her body burned, panting and whimpering, her eyes desperate, flicking back and forth.

"Ooof... Please..."

She begged, though could barely get the words out, Alfajiri's need too great. She craved it, wanting it all, rocking her hips back and forth, from side to side, need coming up first and foremost, though she could barely keep it together. Maybe that was what the bondage was there for, truly, she thought through a haze of need, her pussy openly drooling, her position on her back on the padded bench with her limbs tucked down to either side forcing her to keep her knees apart. Maybe she was bound so that she had to be the prey in the situation, not to launch herself at the stallion and mount him and fuck him for all she was worth, over and over again.

She licked her lips, peering at him hazily as he clip-clopped around her, the floor hard enough for his bare hooves to ring out. It was slow and it was languid and it made her ache for him all the more, barely aware of the lizard, so close to her, the two of them able to see everything that happened to the other while so close. Alfajiri would have taken him however she pleased, the stallion that was, if she had been free, yet it was unnervingly humiliating in a sickening sort of way that heated her through to be watched.

It was a primal sense of being as she groaned out loud, shifting her hips from side to side, her body bared, everything about her on show, vulnerable, as she needed it to be. She panted heavily, showing the black of her lips, but her tongue fluttering out was not going to soften the edges of anything that was coming to her, his shaft laying across her lower abdomen. And yet he still did not penetration her, Aethon taking his time, teasing the lioness, showing her just what a weak, powerless position she had been put in as she whimpered and whined, sounding more like a pup than a lioness by any stretch of the imagination.

"Mmph, oh, please..." She broke, begging, tongue tangling around the words that she so desperately wanted to fly forth. "Aethon... Ohhh!"

His fingers dipped into her, but it was only in the moment before his cock slid inside, acutely aware of the lizard's eyes on them both, though they were only there for each other. Every inch of the stallion's thick meat drove into her crudely, roughly, for there was not to be anything gentle about it, ramming and thrusting, humping with his glutes tensed to put an extra dose of power behind it.

Aethon grunted, ears slipping back, thrusting hard, gripping her hips as if to drag her back onto his cock. With her on her back, Alfajiri's body was bared to his attention and the stallion wantonly licked his lips, tail flicking, balls heavy and aching, ready for another climax even though he had hardly had any time to recover at all.

He didn't need it, not as he revelled in their attention, running his paws down the lioness' sexy body, her curves perfect, her hips more than wide enough, perfectly so, for breeding. She groaned under him, though the filling length of his cock was everything she needed and the equine did not have to do anything more than what he already was delivering, each thrust stretching her open as her folds closed succulently around him.

Aethon caught the lizard's eye, winking at Ahnik, as the void wolf thrust again, Khorix pushing on, not taking a break or pulling out of that hot pussy at all before continuing. It was all so very much needed as he thrust and humped, tail lifting, the wolf not to be outdone, yet it was a moment to demonstrate breeding prowess, neither Khorix nor Aethon wanting to hold back when to breed was all that their bodies lusted for. Then, in that moment, in the past and, truly so, in the future too...

Ahnik whimpered, eyes half-lidded, the lizard's pussy strained and drooling with a mix of cum and his arousal, though it was not yet to come to an end. Every thrust of the void wolf shoved him into the fucking bench, even the padding feeling as if it was a little more solid, pushing back at him just a little bit more. It was not as comfortable as it had been before, the limits of his bondage pressing in, cutting into his scales, yet nothing would cause him harm, even though it became more and more uncomfortable.

Oh, but the restriction... He wanted so badly to thrust back at his partner and yet found himself prey to that cock, how it thrust and hit all the right spots, his body striving to clench down, to hold it inside him for as long as possible. Ahnik's breasts tingled with the pressure, yet the stimulation there was not enough, not all on its own, to get him off right then and there, hard shaft present, drooling, but forgotten in place of the heat of his cunny.

His pussy had loosened up after that first round, though he was no less tight when it came right down to it, the lewd, wet slop of Ahnik's cunny slurping around that length echoing through the room. The room itself seemed to catch every little sound that there was to bear witness to, the wolf's growl reverberating, rolling forth from a throat that was more than ready to show his prowess, tingles of domination bringing a rise of heat to his body.

As he thrust, beating the stallion stroke for stroke, he powered into the lizard without any care for Ahnik. He was only there to fuck, to breed, a ragged snarl tearing itself from him, the void wolf lost from anything that he had ever known before. If Khorix had had a mirror held up to himself right then and there, he would have wondered who the fur was before him, snarling, drooling, slamming into the bound lizard repeatedly as if he was nothing more than a fuck machine. And the lizard, in that moment, could not have been more than a hole to warm his cock and a womb to bear his offspring, licking the side of his skull-muzzle, tongue snaking out.

Oh, it was good to let his feral side out, sweat marking the underside of his fur, the musk of it freshly curling through the room. The stallion's hide gleamed with sweat too before him, frothing and foaming where his hips rubbed against the lioness' thighs with every thrust, though the beastliness of males amid the rut was not to be disputed. They were never meant to be prim and proper but raw and carnal, letting out every last thrust and grind that they had held back before.

Aethon snorted, smirking, catching the wolf's eye, though he was not about to stop. He was too confident in his own power, the passion of his lover and partner beneath him, the lioness' chest heaving, breasts pushing up with every snatch of breath. She needed it, oh so badly, yet the driving power of his thrusts set her body trembling, stealing any additional breath from her lungs so that there was no room left at all for words.

Thus was the power of the breeding room, the captivating spell of it that took furs for its own. Breeding lust was one thing, but the males fed off one another as much as the submissive ones under them, there only to be bred. Not that that was a bad thing, of course, but they had very different roles in the moment, coming together perfectly, lust rising, winding together.

But that could not overcome the passion of a hot body around a cock, the need of it, the fertility of those to be bred seeping through the devious delight of it all. Alfajiri's yowls rose to the ceiling, bouncing off the walls, finally climaxing, though it snatched her up and hurled her to the mercy of her stallion stud without her mind actually catching up with what was happening to her. She just couldn't help herself, licking her lips, snarling, panting, dragging as much breath into her lungs as she possibly could, her tail lashing the air helplessly. With every pulsing wave of ecstasy, her body struggled to work through it, mind clinging desperately to one last thread of who she was - but she had not gone there with Aethon to be who she was.

He made her something better than who she was. And she would serve them all with a belly swelling with new life, demonstrating both her fertility and his virility in one fell swoop.

Ahnik could barely breathe, trying to lift his head, though there was another strap around the back of his neck, pinning him down to the chinrest of the fucking bench to further subject him to the ordeal. Yet there was no moment to relax as Khorix howled, grinding into him, taking every last inch of his pussy that there was available to plunge into, cramming all the way up to his innermost barrier, the lizard's hot sex milking him avidly. Even if Ahnik was not actively trying to, he could not stop his body from responding, from reacting, twitching and pulling, the grip of orgasm unwilling to allow the lizard to be just yet.

Not yet. Not as the stallion and the wolf thrust powerful, claiming all that was there for them. The sound of breeding lust, heady grunts and groans, filled the room, everyone caught up in it, hammering thrusts only the start of it.

Yet Khorix was not there to hold off as his cock throbbed desperately, drooling pre-cum, even if it mixed readily with the load of cum he'd already pumped into the lizard. He was not there to stop and he hissed through his teeth, eyes greedily latched onto Ahnik, slamming in, grabbing his hips, claws biting deep and leaving faint trickles of blood in their wake. A flash of pain, however, could only make it better for his partner in the heat of a moment just like that and he did not pause as he ground in, slamming and breeding, orgasm curling through his loins.

Pleasure was there before he could draw away for it and he groaned deeply out through his second climax, seeding the lizard full for the second time. Once would not be enough, at least to him, to ensure that the lizard did not walk away from there without his fertile womb well and truly impregnated, the eggs within that had to be there, resting and waiting, fertilised and ready. No, that was why he had not pulled out, not when his aching nuts had more to give, the breeding room exciting him, the audience exciting him. And there could only be more to come.

The stallion had nothing to prove, but there was something about seeing another male, so close to him, ejaculating that could not help but set him off. Oh, he'd had his fill once already - they both had - but they were there to breed, to show their submissive partners just how studly they were, why they were virile, why they were worthy of the title of being a breeding stud in action too.

Aethon tensed, the lioness calling him on with a feral gleam in her eyes. She demanded it, every drop of his cum that he had to give, for it merely going down her throat was not the end to the session that she truly craved. No, Alfajiri needed his dick rammed up inside her over and over, taking him until his balls ran dry, and it was that notion that sent the stallion over the edge, neighing proudly, slamming in, thrusts hardly slowly as he spent himself inside her.

It did not ease the ache in his nuts, not at all, even as he powered in, using his body weight to drive in all the harder, need coursing through with every beat of his heart, every gulp of breath that he took through sharply flared nostrils. Alfajiri yowled, though she could barely control herself either as she tried to thrash in her bondage, but looked to all watching as if she was not moving at all, her bonds were that tight. She was not even aware of Khorix pulling out of the lizard and coming around to his head, not needing to drag his muzzle down onto his cock to clean him off, dripping with a mixture of Ahnik's juices and his cum.

The sloppy mess brushed Ahnik's lips and his view of the room and the breeding feline before him was taken from him as he groaned around that ridged length, playing his tongue over all that he could reach. His drooling, dripping pussy clenched down on nothing, swirling his tongue around and around that cock, cleaning it off, playing the part of the submissive breeder, his womb open for all to take. Maybe he would have more that day other than Khorix, but it was not Ahnik's decision to make, bound as the lizard was.

That was the control that he had given up, Khorix grunting thickly as he thrust into Ahnik's mouth, letting the wet slop of the lizard's tongue work around him, cleaning him off. It would only be clean for a moment, before he went for another round, but the pleasure of it was all that he craved, panting and heaving, fur clumped together where he had sweated a little more than expected.

Alfajiri's eyes closed, letting everything fall away. Her pussy drooled cum around the length of the stallion's cock and she would not have wanted any of it any other way as she clenched around him, trying to coax a drop more pleasure, her bonds...finally more comfortable. When she relaxed, everything was a little easier, a purr on her lips, pulling at her throat, his shaft remaining inside her as it spent every drop, though Aethon did slowly soften. That could not be helped, though he would be hard and ready to go in no time at all, she was sure of it.

All as it was supposed to be. She moaned, relishing in the moment, her pussy soaked, dripping, his cock stretching her out perfectly. Even her lower abdomen showed the lightest bulge around his thick horse-cock, Aethon stroking her lower stomach, showing a moment of tenderness.

Yet being bred in bondage came with a passion that no one else could match up to, her eyes snapping open and locking onto Aethon with the intensity of a true predator. Even Ahnik and Khorix shuddered, muscles tensing.

"Fuck me again."

The stallion stiffened.

As if any of them would want anything different...