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"Do you need assistance?" the voice on the other end crackles with worry.

"Non, that won't be necessary. I shall take outstanding care of the princess."

He clicks the communicator off, his smile turning into a toothy grin.

Sally rolls her eyes, lying under him. "You're so much more talkative now."

"And as are you, mon princess," he says, hands moving to his shoulders and down over her sides, grasping at her hips. "It is nice to be having my head again."

"This head?" Sally asks, tapping his forehead.

"Oui, but also this one," he says, rolling his hips, the tip of his already hardened cock slipping along her still quivering folds. "You could have chastised me, you know. But, I suppose you are too much of the slut to want to stop just because the mission is happening?"

Sally's heart beats, and she bites her lip. A high-pitched squee from her throat comes to her as she clutches her hands in front of her chest.

"Ah, I have struck the nerve, have I?" Antoine says, his hands slipping further, beyond her hips and to her thighs and behind her knees. He lifts her legs, spreading them, keeping her in his grasp. Antoine flutters his eyes half closed and licks his lips with that predator's lick. When he sighs out, it is a growl of delight. "Now, then. If you like being called the slut, you must be begging for the next dose of what you need, yes?"

She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling. "W... what do you call it in your... native tongue."

He leans in, spreading her legs, pushing them back, testing her flexibility. He lies with his broad chest squishing her breasts, and whispers into her ear. "Le pute."

"Y... yes, P... pute...." Sally says, shifting, pushing her hips up against him. "I want that big hard cock of yours in me, over and over again, Antoine, you fucking monster!"

She grabs him by the back, digging her fingers at him.

He obliges, pushing his hips forward and pressing against her. "Oui oui, let me give you my sword!."

Sally tilts her head back, filled up with Antoine's cock. The experience makes her shudder with that primal glee that she has to let it out somewhere! "F-Fuck me, Antoine!" she shouts her voice echoing through the cave. "Destroy that tight pussy with that big fat cock of yours!"

"O-oui!" he grunts, gripping her thighs and thrusting. "Your chatte is the best hole to fill! I could pin you down any time and shove my cyclope into you, and you would scream and beg for more!"

"I, ah, don't understand... nngh, half of what you're, aha, saying! But don't you, f-fucking stop, A.... Antoineaaaah!"

Antoine nods, tilting his head down, thrusting away, filling himself with that blissfulness as he fills Sally with his cyclops. "Ah, I am battering down your, mmm defenses, M... mon princess, aha!"

"Fuck me until I can't... gn... Feel my legs! I need it, Fuck, Antoine, I need it!"

"I... I need it too!" Antoine admits, roughly pounding away at her, their bodies slapping like furry drums, signaling out to the cave around them the ritualistic dance of delight between the two.

"A... ah, How insatiable you are!" He says, his eyes rolling back as he continues, "My head is getting woozy!"

"Don't you dare fuckin' stop, you fucker!" she snaps, hissing. "Not until you burst all into me!"

"O.. Oui, into you, making you mine!"

"I'm... I'm coming!"

"Ou... Oui... OUI!" Antoine shouts, throwing his head back. He slams his hips deep against her, balls deep against the princess. Already she is filled with his seed. He releases into her again, blast after blast deep into her body, where it pools up in a warm bath of semen, filling her so much that white cream spurts out from the unsealed pussy and onto the cave floor.

Sally screams, her body wrapping and milking that dick, squeezing it for every last drop he has, just as she promised. When he falls onto her, her legs burn in protest at being pinned down, folding in half by the coyote who lays on top of her. But she cannot go anywhere, not with his cock buried deep into her and not with his body, woozy and weak from two heavy sessions already.

The two lay there, groaning in their delight, the excess energy in Sally making her squirm and try to free herself. Antoine's eyes flutter closed in a feeble attempt to conserve his power until the following wind hits him.

Sally bites her lip, shifting and exerting herself, but she's pinned, entirely trapped by Antoine and the dusty, pollen-choked room.

And that's precisely where she wants to be--full, fucked, and dominated.

But what if she could turn the tables herself?

"Antoine," Sally whispers.

"Gnnh?" the coyote's grunt is drowsy and weary. He gropes at the ground around himself, pushing himself up from his position, blinking with a weariness. "Mon princess?" he asks. "What is...?" He trails off, his sentence interrupted by the look in the princess's half-lidded eyes.

Sally licks her lips, placing her hands on his chest. "We're not done here quite yet, big boy."

With that, she wraps her legs around his waist, pushing at his chest, rolling her hips. The combined effort knocked him onto the ground upon a fresh patch of flowers. They puff up with pollen that dusts over Sally but flutters downward, all over Antoine's face, up into his nostrils, and down into his throat.

The effect is immediate. Antoine's cock rises again, a throbbing tower of pure, meaty want.

"Mmm," the princess coos, pushing herself up, her sex drooling with anticipation as she lingers over him. She takes a long and deliberate whiff of the pollen swirling around her, letting her eyes flutter and roll and lose control.

Antoine reaches for her, his hands groping and grasping. She lowers herself down, letting her lips touch his cock.