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An anonymous commission and a sequel to Gambling Her Tail Away.

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“Hey Regina, can we have another round over here?"

The voice cut through the low murmur of conversation as it's owner waved around an empty mug while the man seated beside her tried to avoid having it smashed into the side of his head while the kobold fought for the attention of the barmaid. Regina knew Skeeta and as such the two females could get a lot of communication done non-verbally. The busty woman's raised brow was asking if Skeeta had the funds to cover another round, while the kobold's pointing to her companion while hiding her hand with the tankard suggested deferred payment.

“You can cover this one, right?" she asked the tall human downing the rest of his own mug and passing it to the tavern wench.

“Seriously? You told me tonight's your treat, and three pints in your tapped out? Didn't you just come into town yesterday?"

“Come on, don't start keeping tabs. We're having fun, aren't we? Besides, I need to get good and dunk to forget that bunch of amateurs."

“Couldn't hold their own in a fight?"

“No, they fucked things up after! We found the stuff that had been stolen from the caravans and they insisted we return it. Like all of it! I mean, it's not like we'd be stealing things! It's just… perks, y'know? I think the goody-goodies expected the merchant's guild to kick in a gratuity but all we got was the bounty split five ways…"

“Yeah, don't you just hate people who don't even tip?" asked Regina as she set their mugs down and accepted payment from Jarrod and a few coppers added by the kobold rummaging around in her pockets.

“But you cleared out the goblins without problems?"

“Gnolls. We were told goblins, and if I hadn't gone ahead and scouted we could have been in serious trouble. And if I had been caught, you know what would have happened to me all alone among those savages? Fuck, even their women have these great, big, slimy…"

“Yeah, I get it." Jarrod said as Skeeta spread her hands well over a foot apart.

“My point is, my take for the job left me with very little once various outstanding debts were settled. Not everyone is flexible with that as you are…" she said, taking an upward-sidelong glance to catch the human male's blush. If only he was this easy to read with cards in his hand!

He was still a little awkward about what he did when his seemingly infinite patience had run out. And he really should - dragging a girl half his size up to his room and demanding use of her body as payment for a gambling debt Skeeta may have allowed to get a tad out of hand. But Jarrod wasn't a cruel man deep down, even though Skeeta had never seen him like that. Or seen so much of him. She had to admit that there was a certain appeal to a man who was well endowed and capable of fucking her silly several times in a row but who was deep down enough of a goodie-goodie that she could trust him not to hurt her.

Skeeta's libido did tend to overrule common sense on occasions, especially when she got tipsy, but not her basic self-preservation instinct. After all, if she wanted to just get used until she was raw it would have been enough to sneeze while she was sneaking around those gnolls. No, what she needed was a prodigious cock, exemplary stamina but a kind heart behind it all, ensuring she would wind up sore but uninjured by the time everyone was left painting and exhausted.

“So when you said tonight was your treat, you were in fact…" Jarrod trailed off, rolling his eyes as he brought the foaming mug to his lips.

“I was absolutely serious! I ran out of money, not generosity, as you are about to find out…" she said, taking a quick glance at the taproom. Once she was sure no one was looking, she hopped off the bench and ducked under the long table. By the time Jarrod was peering under the rim she already had her hands parting his knees as she scooted closer. An advantage to being shorter than most people around her was that she had plenty of room down here once she got down on her knees. A human girl would have had to worry about banging her head as she fished out Jarrod's erection, but with no such concerns Skeeta had his flaccid shaft out in the blink of the shocked man's eye.

“Wait, you can't seriously… there are people here!" Jarrod hissed at her.

“Then try not to look like you're talking to your crotch. I'm not the one who's causing a scene…" she said, batting her lashes at him. He looked outraged at her antics, but felt horny as he stiffened in her little hands. As far as Skeeta was concerned, it was a good look on him.

He saw him look dead ahead and wondered if he had any idea how tense he looked trying to look relaxed and casual. To his credit, he didn't look like he had a horny kobold working his cock over with the deft hands of an expert. And Jarrod was soon firming up into the handful she remembered, the fleshy rod responding to each squeeze, stroke and lick she was lavishing on it. He definitely hadn't gotten laid since she'd set out with her last party, as evident by how quickly his cock was responding to her caresses and how frequently the now hard length was twitching in her grip.

“Hey Jarrod! What's up with that, you drinkin' two-fisted tonight?" came a voice and soon a set of legs swinging over the bench and under the table, long lanky ones that Skeeta had to dodge. Both the legs and the voice belonged to Bridget, a half-elf that worked at the gate-side stables and a mutual acquaintance.

“Wha… No, I'm… she just popped out…" Jarrod stuttered, trying to casually talk to one woman while another lashed her tongue against his glans. Either it was harder to do than it looked, or it took way to much blood to keep the human's prodigious cock erect, leaving little for the brain to work with.

“Fuck, don't tell me it's Skeeta? Lemme guess - she blew through all her cash last night and now she's back to scrounging off you?" the coarse young woman asked, making the kobold's stub-horned brows furrow and her hands tighten around Jarrod's cock, in turn causing the young man to tense up.

Bridget acted nice enough to her when they had no other choice to be near each other, but she'd suspected that the half-elf was bad-mouthing her when her back was turned. Just because Skeeta had, after a number of drinks, insinuated to some people that Bridget always washed the stallions under her care more thoroughly than the mares. She regretted those words, as well as the hand-gestures that had accompanied them, but Bridget had taken offence at the silly rumor.

“No, she's actually bought me a few r-rounds… She's not… she's not all that bad…" Jarrod said, the alcohol helping take some of the strain from his voice.

Not all that bad!? Well, if he really think's that, she wasn't trying hard enough. She'd show him bad, bad enough to force a friend to cum in public while he struggles to keep a straight face. She pumped the young man's cock with one hand and used her long tongue to tease his tip while the other hand deftly undid the laces holding her leather jerkin closed around her bouncy breasts. She smiled as the tight leather sprang loose and her tits bounced free.

She caught Jarrod's gaze as he glanced down in time to see her sidle closer and thrust her chest out to trap his cock between her breasts. She saw him tense up and rolled her eyes at the typical mammalian reaction. They always expect scales will feel too rough and pebbly on their most sensitive parts, forgetting that reptiles like herself had a layer of translucent skin covering them. It was thanks to that invisible wrapping that Jarrod would soon enjoy a tactile delight that smooth skin just couldn't provide as every tiny scale on her tits tickled the cock now trapped between them.

“I suppose. After all, she'd have plenty of money if she didn't just go around giving it away for free…" Bridget said with a laugh that Jarrod wisely didn't join in on.

He was probably gritting his teeth together, the poor boy. His legs were as tense and rigid as wrought iron, and so was the warm rod stuck in her cleavage. Skeeta kept her hands on each side of her boobs, pressing them tight and bouncing her rack up and down as she brought her muzzle down on the tip that her bosom - impressive though it was – failed to swallow. She was finding herself less and less interested in what the stallion-slut had to say about her, or the way she was shamelessly trying to move in on the male who was at that moment putty in Skeeta's hands. Or rather her tits.

She knew that she was mischievous by nature, and she always got a little thrill when she did things she wasn't supposed to. She figured it was what made her such a great adventurer – the drive to boldly go where she wasn't supposed to, and occasionally take things that weren't strictly speaking hers. It was this mischievous streak that was causing her to get hot and bothered as she polished Jarrod's cock with her tits.

“Well, I better get going before the tiny tramp comes back. See you around, Jarrod…"

The words would have angered the hidden kobold, but Skeeta was past caring. The half-elf was going away empty handed whereas she had her hands, mouth and cleavage full. She could hear Jarrod's mug clatter as he tried to pick it up with a trembling hand, trying to keep up the pretense that he just sitting and enjoying his ale and not getting ready to spray his load down the gullet of a tiny scaly temptress.

“S-Skeeta you… if you don't stop I'll…" he warned, moving his mouth just barely and staring rigidly into the distance.

“Of course you will! I'm not all that bad, am I? Don't worry about what I'm doing down there, you just enjoy it while trying not to look like you're enjoying it." the kobold crooned, savoring the way Jarrod's Adams apple bobbed up and down before looking down at the purplish tip sticking out of her cleavage.

He wasn't going to last long, and Skeeta was having fun prolonging his little ordeal. She alternated between bouncing her boobies up and down his erection, or lifting one breast while letting the other drop and smiling as it made Jarrod's tip swing from side to side. She sucked his glans one moment, flicked her tongue against it the next. He came perilously close to popping when she just blew against the glistening tip, his legs tensing as if he was about to leap up from the bench.

The kobold wound up wrapping an arm around her bust, keeping her breast tight around the human's member as she used her free hand to weigh his pouch. A hefty pair, meaning either Jarrod was an exceptionally virile young male or he hadn't been with anyone since their last get-together. When he felt her hand on his sack he'd just barely managed to bite off a grunt, still maintaining the facade of a young watchman sitting and enjoying a quick pint. In the end his little act worked too well. The last time they'd done this he'd been very vocal, growling, groaning and grunting when he got close to his limit. Not a peep emerged from his mouth when a thick ribbon of cum hit the back of Skeeta's throat, the splat strong enough to make the experienced girl caught and sputter.

Jarrod's climax continued even after she pulled her mouth off and the shaft still trapped in her cleavage sprayed ropes that ether struck the kobold girl's face or fell to stain the fine scales covering her breasts. When he was done Skeeta released the softening member and frowned as she looked at the mess it had made of her bust. She dug out a handkerchief and managed to wipe her bosom and face clean, almost stuffing the soggy lump back into her pocket before reconsidering and just dropping it on the floor, making it Regina's problem rather than hers.

“You didn't touch my ale, did you?" she asked after she'd fastened her top back on and plopped her rump down on the bench next to the red-faced Jerrod.

“No. And sorry that I said that… You know I didn't really mean it like that, don't you?"

“I have no idea how you meant it. You feel like showing me?" she asked meaningfully before grabbing her mug with both paws and tipping it back.

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“Still in this dingy room?" Skeeta said, casting a critical eye at the little cot and the way the roof slanted sharply to one side. Roomy enough for her, but she couldn't understand how someone as tall as Jarrod could stand it.

“A few more weeks. They're still rebuilding the watch barracks." The young man replied, tugging his shirt off as the now naked kobold next to him helped him out of his pants. Skeeta remembered his stamina from the night when he'd helped her settle her debt and was glad to see that it wasn't a fluke. Even after spraying her tits a few minutes ago, his cock was rising to the occasion, quite literally.

“Nononono, none of that!" the kobold insisted after Jarrod leaned down and grabbed her under her arms. He's stopped just before her toes left the floor.

“Seriously? It's not even that high up…"

“To you, because you spend every day with your head six feet from the ground. Look, I do trust you but everyone has one thing they're afraid of and heights are my thing. And if my pussy is in our face, you have a very real interest in me not wetting myself out of fright."

“Point taken."

“Good, so just lay yourself down on the bed and let me take care of things… there we go…" she said, climbing onto the straw-stuffed mattress and then onto the face of the lover who was now long rather than tall.

She placed her knees on either side of his head, her soft-scaled thighs rubbing against his cheeks as she planted her smooth pink lips against Jarrod's mouth. It didn't take him more than that to take the hit, and Skeeta shook her stubby tail over his chest as he began to dip his tongue in and out of her. He was looking up at her and Skeeta made a point of hefting her breasts, knowing that a pair of tits that would have been ample on a human female looked scandalous on someone her size. Being tall as he was meant that Jarrod always got a good look at her cleavage but this was a new and obviously exciting angle, so she gave him a show by pushing her beasts up and letting them drop, or tugging on her already stiff nipples.

“Good boy…" the kobold crooned as she felt her friend's hands settle on her scaly cheeks, and chose not to see the way Jarrod rolled his eyes at her line.

He was good at this - curious enough to explore but experienced enough to know what he was looking for as his tongue began pushing between her folds. She knew that already, but the last time she had her pussy in her face he'd hauled her up and she'd been too focused on clinging to his head to really enjoy herself. He'd been so upset with her that it had been almost scary, but looking back on it she had to admit the thrill had added some spice to their encounter. Now she found herself being the one making the moves, like the way she was gently humping her mound against Jarrod's mouth, moaning softly as each hitch of her hips booped her clit against the human's nose.

Happy as she was looking down at Jarrod for a change, she was a slave to her fancies, and she decided she fancied to play with something herself. The last she saw of Jarrod's face was a wet and puzzled expression as she lifted her muff off his mouth, nimbly turned around and sat back down on his face as she lay across his chest. Jarrod was tall, even for a human, and right now tall meant long. His cock was almost fully hard, reaching out to her as it were but still well away from her muzzle.

Keeping her slit planted firmly on Jarrod's face, she reached out and wrapped her hands around his tumescent cock, squeezing stroking and generally stirring the slumbering snake to life. Her human lover put his hands back on her rump, either to enjoy the supple feel of her cheeks against his palms, or possibly as a form of self-defense from suffocation by kobold-cunny. It was a bit tricky, but Skeeta managed to reach the tip of Jarrod's cock without taking her tush off her new 'seat'. After some more squirming on top of the young man's chest she managed to get her lips around the glans, suckling on it eagerly while her hands worked the shaft and the still full testes behind it.

Jarrod was reciprocating by delving deeper with his tongue while his hands groped and caressed her bouncy behind. His thumbs were keeping her open so that he could really get in there while the other digits roamed free along rosy-brown scales. She raised her tail to give him a really nice view and wondered if she hadn't sent the wrong message.

“Hey, no poking around back there!" she barked, briefly spitting out the cock still firmly in her grip.

“I wasn't going to! My finger just slipped…" Jarrod insisted, quickly taking the fingertip away from the now very firmly clenched pink ring staring him in the face.

Satisfied with his gentleman's promise, Skeeta went back to washing the tips of his cock while her tail-hole relaxed. It didn't actually feel bad having his finger brush against her rosebud, but she had no intention letting even a pinky poke her back there, let alone something more substantial, like the rod she was even now stroking. And while Jarrod was keeping his word, the curvaceous kobold decided it was best not to tempt him. Obviously she was dealing with a deviant who needed to be shown what goes where.

A grin spilt the kobold's muzzle once she hopped off Jarrod's face and saw it glistening and confused until a twirl had her facing him with her feet planted on either side of his hips. With her legs apart her freshly tongues sex was on full display, not to mention how flattering this angle was when it came to her bouncy breasts. She half expected to be pulled down and impaled on her friend's erection, but the young man seemed content to let her take control.

Skeeta angled his tip up and began to squat, her pink folds opening with a soft, wet sound just before she felt the heat of his glans against the delicate inner petals. She felt her thick tail quiver behind her as she carefully lowered herself, feeling her flower open up and swallow the purplish head of Jarrod's cock. Something half-way between a grunt and a moan left her lips as she held herself still, letting her body adjust to Jarrod's girth before she tried adjusting to his length.

She swiveled her hips as she gently pushed them down, feeling the blunt tip of the human cock gently poke and prod different spots inside her clinging tunnel as she sank down on him. The last time she took Jarrod she didn't really have an opportunity to appreciate just how well-endowed he was and how snug a fit she was for him, but after the very considerate tongue-lashing he'd given her the kobold had barely managed to keep from cumming until she came to rest on the human male's crotch.

Her shoulders shuddered and her teeth bit into her lower lip as she rode out a small but thrilling climax. Not nearly enough to sate a girl as… passionate as she was. Like any appetizer, this only made her hungry for more, and as her ears caught Jarrod's groans she closed her eyes and prepared herself to be fucked silly. When his hands came to rest on her hips she was sure they were about to tighten in an iron grip, but the firm mating hold never came.

It didn't take her long to ride out her little orgasm, and once her sex had stopped clenching around Jarrod's erection she began moving a little, grinding her crotch and stirring her slick cunny with the cock it was so firmly gripping. Her nipples stuck out from her perky breasts and she ran her hands up along her scaled sides, cupping each mound before pinching the rubbery nubs and tugging them as she moaned.

Jarrod liked the show well enough, since his eyes were glued to her and his cock was twitching within her, as hard as iron but with the thrilling throb of warm, living flesh. Her hips started to rise little by little, first only an inch or so with her terracotta-pink lips clinging to the thick fleshy spire until she let herself sink back down, feeling her human lover bottom out inside her. It wasn't bad. There was no way for someone as horny as she was right then not to feel great with a male as big as Jarrod throbbing away inside her cunny.

And it was nice to actually feel the way his shaft spread her out and rubbed against her rather than just feeling the friction of a savage rutting and the feeling of something punching her cervix. But as her sensuous ride became rather animated bouncing up and down on Jarrod's lap, she felt a little like she was doing all of the work. The novelty of being the one who got to look down on him was quickly losing its appeal, and at some point her pouting lips must have gone from sensuous to sulky.

“Something wrong?"

“It's just… last time…" Skeeta complained, or tried to. For one, sliding on and off Jarrod's length was taxing enough to leave her a little short of breath, and having a man like him inside her was making it had to actually complain.

“Hey, I apologize for that…"

“Well you shouldn't… I mean, obviously dragging a girl to your room like that and just forcing yourself on her is -mpfffhh!- wrong…" she explained, her pussy clenching at the memory of how 'wrong' it had felt. “But if said girl was okay with it…ughhh, couldn't you be a little more… energetic?" she said, planting her rump on the man's crotch with an exasperated huff.

“Fair enough… okay how about… this?" the young man said, bucking his hips and pushing the curvy kobold several inches off his shaft.

“Ooooh, that's… okay, keep doing that…"

It wasn't the wild rutting she remembered from the night she'd pushed his patience just a little too far, but it was definitely doing something. In spite of her generous curves Skeeta was a little less than half his size and lighter than she looked, so it was a challenge just trying to keep her seat, so to speak. Bouncing in Jarrod's lap was fun at first but it was hard for them to hit their stride until Skeeta leaned back a little, resting her hands on her human lover's thighs. Her back was arched and it wasn't the most comfortable position but she held it, hoping her spine would forgive her.

It not only gave her some much needed stability, but this new angle had Jarrod's glans driving hard right across that special spot inside her hidden a few inches behind her pubic mound. Looking down past her bouncing breasts she could make out her lower belly bulging just a little every time the fleshy spire drove deep into her. The same sight seemed to have caught Jarrod's gaze, his eyes glued to the spot where his shaft sank past two chubby and by now glistening folds.

It was… close to what she remembered. He was able to put more force into his bucks than she did in her bounces, and there was quite a generous amount of hard, throbbing male stuffed into her steamy honeypot. She also liked the firm grip he had on her, but it felt more like a sensible way to keep her steady on top of him rather than the callous, possessive hold she remembered. And looking down at Jarrod had been exciting when she'd first climbed on and started riding his face, but the novelty was wearing off.

She knew she could get off. She was horny and he was a cute and very well endowed young man, fit and primed for a nice long rutting after she'd made him cream her cleavage downstairs. This was good sex - a steady pace marked out by the wet slaps of skin and scale, a tension that was once again mounting in her lower belly, manifested by the eager fluttering of her walls around the girthy shaft pumping it. But it wasn't what she'd hoped for. Why was he being so tame? Especially now that he knew that going as hard as he could wouldn't hurt her? She knew for a fact that tall, hard body under her had more to give, but Jarrod was obviously holding back.

“Come on, I'm not made of glass!" she insisted, grunting as she pushed away with her hands. Her body fell forward until she caught herself, her arms now braced against Jarrod's chest. She screwed her face up in concentration until she caught a rhythm - pushing back each time Jarrod pushed into her, grunting as her efforts put a little more force into each smack.

“What exactly do you -nhhhm!- expect me to do to you?" Jarrod said, his eyes zeroing in on the rosy-scaled breasts now bouncing free and wild under the kobold girl's chest as her body shook with every impact of her rear and his hips.

“F-Fuck me! Come on, you know what to do! Grab me, throw me down, hold me up... get rough, get wild, pump into me until I'm squealing for mercy and then jam it in deeEEeeeeppp!" Skeeta squeaked mid-rant as she was thrown onto her back, the hard length that she'd gotten accustomed to leaving her sex with an audible pop and a splash of every drop it had failed to churn out of her honeypot.

The little cot creaked in protest as Jarrod's heavier body twisted, the human now looming over Skeeta as he covered her, the glistening length coming to rest on the splash of dark pebbly scales covering her mound. The reptilian girl felt her heart skip a beat as Jarrod pulled his hips back, his glans leaving a wet trail across the deep rosy scales of her mound, the silken hood and the little pearl hiding in it before it grazed her dripping and still parted cleft. Skeeta held her breath, wondering if she was about to get what she'd insisted on. Jarrod gave a sharp buck of his hips, wild enough to push his glans off-target and send it trailing up as the underside of his erection slid between the kobold's slick labia.

He pulled back, his tip bobbing a little as he thrust again, making Skeeta squeak as his jab came too close to forbidden fruit for her comfort. She wondered if he was sulking because of what she said, but she knew that she didn't have the luxury of time to puzzle that out. When he pulled back for another thrust she reached down between them, realizing that her paws were trembling as she grabbed his tip and angled it up.

The glans had wedged just between her folds, and with her sex slick and already loose his next thrust drove every inch all the way in one smooth but brutal stroke. Skeeta's cry was music to her own ears as she threw her head back, eyes crossed as her mate loomed above her. She figured it was the last sound she'd make in a while because the long, sharp bucks Jarrod was subjecting her to were making it hard for the scaly girl to catch her breath.

Well, there was something to be said for a man who can leave you breathless… she mused as the male above her began to pound her into the straw mattress. The slaps rang out in her ears, no longer the fun bouncy noises but the almost violent impact of wet flesh. His hands reached out - first one and then the other - grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. She wasn't exactly going to push him away, not now that he was finally getting into it, but she bit her lower lip at the knowledge that she couldn't even if she wanted to. She was trapped under him, her little nubile body dwarfed by him, but his size and the muscles that she'd been admiring while she was on top. He was giving it to her just like she'd asked, his thrusts powerful enough to make her breasts bounce wildly on her chest. Every once in a while her stiff nipples would graze his chest, the grief contact making Skeeta whimper under the long-awaited onslaught.

She could feel it building - a proper one this time. The kind of mind-bending climax that started at the tip of her tail and the base of her horns, the electric tingle working its way through her body, tingling along every nerve and meeting… well, not quite in the middle. It was just a little lower, just around the spot where Jarrod's tip was slamming into every time he hilted himself. She felt her clawed toes flex and splay, felt tremors run along the thick tail pinned under her as the man above her treated her just the way she'd insisted.

She tried to tell Jarrod to keep going, to keep going hard but all that was leaving her muzzle were unintelligible whimpers, squeals and whines. She suspected it got the point across, because the young man's frantic pace never faltered even when her cunny clenched around him, the squelches growing even more obscene as every deep thrust pumped more of her mess from her straining sex.

He kept pumping all the while, the climactic tightness of her cunny making him feel twice as thick and making every twitch and throb felt in a way that had her shuddering under him. She didn't notice when he released her wrists, but was dimly aware of the looming shape above her rising. Was it over? Did he cum? Things down there definitely felt messy, but he was still hard. She was still trying to puzzle that out when Jarrod grabbed her legs, pulling them up until they were resting against his chest.

This caused her rump to lift a little and she moaned as the still steel erection inside her shifted. She was trying to gather enough breath to express her gratitude and admiration and to offer to show it in a very real and physical way by licking Jarrod's cock clean when the human once again lowered himself down, folding the little reptile in half.

“Wha… what are… oooOoohhh!" she moaned, having found her answer when Jarrod pushed back into her.

It wasn't a comfortable position but it was… interesting. Her rump was now raised up, served up to the large male who had her absolutely at his mercy. Skeeta could see her toes curl against his chest and was willing to be quite literally flexible. Her stubby tail was now free and it was quivering in anticipation. It didn't take Jarrod more than a few strokes to find a good pace. He was reaching deeper now, and Skeeta could feel her insides being forced to stretch to take him. The slick walls of her sex were maddeningly sensitive, and every thick veiny inch was making the kobold girl's eyes cross and her mind fog up.

The slaps were different and it took her a while to realize why. It was his sack swinging down and slapping against her pucker on every thrust. The tiny bed was creaking and Skeeta wondered idly if it would survive this night. The peculiar thought was driven out by Jarrod's next thrust, a sharp jab tab that had her yipping. She gripped the arms planted like pillars at either side of her head, her mouth open and emitting the most bizarre noises she'd ever made or heard.

This was what she wanted - brutal, merciless but no matter how hard he gave it to her, the kobold girl felt her body asking for more. She was glad she couldn't speak, knowing that if she could she'd be goading Jarrod to go faster, harder, to fuck her like a silly little slut who bit of more than she could chew and needed to be taught a lesson. Fat chance of getting a word out. Her head had turned to one side and drool was running from the side of her muzzle as her long tongue lolled.

“This… ngghh!... what you waned?" he growled out, and Skeeta managed a whimper moan in response.

Wanted? Who wants to be fucked like this, railed so hard that she knew she'd be sore by the time he was done. No, she'd needed this and her 'wants' weren't a factor. She needed to be rutted like that night he'd tried and (kinda) succeeded in putting her in her place. The night he'd fucked like a whore, trying to get his money's worth out of her curvy little body.

She was clinging to consciousness when she felt it - the swelling of his glans as his thrusts grew shorter, the sack now pressed against her pucker pulsing as Jarrod gave a final growling groan and hilted himself. Her climax almost knocked her unconscious, her vision blurring as she felt heat build in her belly, a wild wet rush of the human's seed flooding her womb where thankfully it couldn't cause any trouble. Jet after jet, thick warm ropes of cum that were coon squirting around the girthy shaft stuffed all the way inside her trembling her body.

Jarrod was panting above her, like a racehorse that had just crossed the finish-line and she felt some pride in the fact that she'd taxed him before her world spun. The cot was too small for him to roll over with her so Jarrod sat up, pulling her along and keeping her in his lap as he sat with his back against the wall. He was still inside her but Skeeta could feel him growing a little softer with each ragged breath until finally the glans slipped from her freshly fucked sex, with a milky deluge following it.

“You okay?" he asked, putting a finger under her chin and tilting her head up.

“Uhh-huhh…" Skeeta replied, even though her crotch felt hot and throbbed in a way she knew would have her walking funny tomorrow. Maybe Jarrod had misread her parted muzzle or maybe he was just a softy, but the next thing she knew he was craning his neck to plant a deep, gentle kiss on her lips.

Ughhh what am I going to do with him? she wondered but wound up flicking her tongue against the one pushing into her muzzle. It was a complicated question, but one that could wait. For now, she'd kiss him…