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He whimpers, whines, growls, and groans, gripping her hips with his strong soldier's grip.

Sally's focus returns, her eyes locking over his body, watching the chest rising and falling, admiring the contours of his muscles outlined by the deposit of pollen upon his fur. She bites her lips, and without further hesitation, she lowers herself.

The engorged head pushes through her entrance once again, settling within her with a comfortable familiarity. Though they had just fucked, she grips him with an eagerness as if this was their first time, as if they hadn't already rode through the rough waves of passion.

She tilts her head back, letting out a tiny, huffing sigh of delight as she lowers herself. Her tail wags in pleasure as she wiggles her hips, letting the cock sink into her. She takes her time, admiring every moment the thick, warm, throbbing thing disappears into her body. Being so filled was a feeling her body was made for, and it was almost as if his cock was the thing meant to fill her up.

The coyote watches with mesmerized eyes at the undulating form above him. Watching as every small centimeter of movement means more of his cock is buried deep within Sally. It is one thing to watch while he is on top, but certainly quite another when it is the princess guiding her way down his shaft.

The deeper she goes, the louder her moans become. The more she takes within herself, the more Antoine cannot help but sigh and growl in delight. He squeezes her cheeks, forcing his palms against her, urging her own.

She snickers, smirking down at him, tilting her neck and asking, "You want me to go faster, Antoine? You want me to slide that sword into my stone?"

"O-oui!" he nods quickly.

"Very well," She huffs, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, and biting her lip.

A moment later, she drops, and his cock buries itself further and further into her. With gravity on her side, it requires less of his involvement for her to be fully impaled. In a fraction of the time it took for him to claim her himself, she swallows his shaft and kisses the base of his pelvis.

"Mon Dieu!" says he.

"FUCK!" shouts she.

She rolls her hips, the outline of his shaft visible on her lower body just a bit, emphasized by his increased awareness with the pollen's help. Every follicle and every nerve receives information at a heightened pace, with the two burning in pure delight from the mix of emotions and sensations bubbling up into them.

He can't hold himself back. Sally may be on top, but he is still a male and still needs to fill her, claim her, and take her. Antoine grips harder upon that incredible ass, guiding her down even as he moves his hips. He thrusts upwards with a swordman's practiced thrusting, plowing up into her, striking at her innermost vaults with his relentless stabbing.

Sally's eyes thrust open, and her vision blurs in delight. She grits her teeth, screaming through the cave as jolts of sensation hit her, over and over and over and over again!

Antoine's thrusting upwards meets her bouncing downwards, her breasts shaking, her hair messy, and her hands gripping his sides. The sounds of their screams intermingle, nearly blurring out the plapping of their bodies clapping together. No sounds and no sensations can cover up the feeling that comes next.

The princess's screams reach a fever pitch as her pussy grips onto his cock, tensing up and convulsing in pure delight.

His cock is milked, but it knows its time. It shoots off, its thick, goopy seed erupting and filling Sally once again, leaving no part of her body unpainted.

Deep in the recesses of her body, millions of cells make their way through a warm body. Neither of them thinks about nor cares about their quest. Instead, they rock in the post-orgasmic thrusting of two horny beasts. They seek out the last few drops of delight before the tiresome period arrives, softening the shaft.

And so, Sally falls upon him again, her head hanging low, her hands resting upon his chest. She laughs, squeezing his fur, her body trembling, a smile spreading across her face.

Antoine lays there, panting, his arms falling by his side, collapsed against the sheer weight of losing all energy. He wants to hold her but must up all his power to stay awake. "Was that... what you wanted... my princess?"

"Everything... and more..." she responds, falling onto him, nuzzling up against him, and finally feeling fulfilled.

Some time passes before the camo covering rolls off the tent. Antoine casually bundles it up and puts it back into his survival sack, whistling a jaunty tune from his homeland.

From behind him, Princess Sally emerges, adjusting her vest and shorts. She closes the communicator and stashes it safely away, stretching once she stands out in the warm and fresh air. "That's Tails," she says. "They'll pick us up a couple clicks ahead."

"That is sounding good, mon Princess," Antoine says, matter-of-factly.

Sally looks over her shoulder towards him, and she nods. "The fresh air will do you good. It's really clearing up my mind. Maybe, it'll clear your conscience."

Antoine hoists his pack over his shoulders. "My conscience, She may never be clear again."

"Yeah," Sally adds. "But, let's not complicate things more. Let's just..." she trails off.

"I will not speak of this if you won't," Antoine says. "I cannot believe myself for what I had done to you, but can you forgive me if we never reveal this to the others?"

"Yeah. That sounds about right. Let's go."

And so, the two head off, ready to return home and to their normal lives, uncomplicated by a day spent in the throes of each other's passions.