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It was getting damned hard to ignore it. Ardanis tried to push his attention elsewhere, but blindfolded and bound, there wasn't a whole lot to distract him. The chair was plenty familiar-- he had put it through quite the workout over the course of his relationship with Naira. Stout wood, cool against his legs where his ankles were tied to the supports. He shifted his arms about behind his back, trying to get comfortable with the handcuffs. At least the chair had a hole in the lower back-- perfect for running his paws through so he could sit back comfortably. Comfortable as a guy could be, considering...

A twitch, and he let a low groan slip past his lips. Naira did love her toys, and this one was one of her favorites-- to use on him, anyway. At least it wasn't too big. It fit snugly in his ass, no bigger than the feline's own rod standing at attention in front of him. He had to struggle with himself not to shift about on the seat and risk shifting the thing around, the suction cup attachment was quite strong. It was bad enough dealing with its little trick.

Naira had never told him who had gotten them this little Christmas gift, but he had a few guesses. Only so many folks had an active interest in training him to squeeze... It was a neat bit of engineering, certainly. It had a vibration motor, and the more pressure it detected, the more it thrummed against his insides. So give a good squeeze, get a jolt of pleasure. Hold it tight, you'll get your g spot massaged. Only trouble was, if you got it going too hard it tended to be hard to stop... And in Ardanis' case, he didn't particularly want to be trained. So he kept relaxed... and the toy maintained a subtle whir of motion, just barely tickling his insides enough to keep him annoyingly hard. Until he moved, anyway.

All it took was a deep breath-- and it jolted to life, thrumming against his button and forcing a soft yelp from his lips, as well as a spatter of precum from his rod. A soft giggle rose from the bed nearby. Ardanis put on the best smile he could manage while fighting down a shiver. "Babe?" Naira loved to tease him, but he'd been afraid she'd just left him to stew on this thing. At least she was still here! Just... being quiet. Watching him? "I think I'm as hard as I'm gonna get... What're you up to today?"

He thought he might have heard something before she spoke-- a slurp? "Oh... not much." Her voice had that musical quality she took up when she laughed. "Yes... I suppose we're about ready to start."

The feline slumped a hint with relief, and straightened suddenly at the backlash from the toy. "Nf. I'll say." He smirked playfully. "I've been ready all day! Get me out of this stuff, and I'll show you just how ready I am." Straightening, he stretched slowly, pulling against his bound wrists and ankles, growling softly against the thick buzz the toy gave him in response.

"Hmmm..." She was standing over him now, and he rose his head slowly, a wide smile on his face. Fingers grazed past his ears, and the blindfold slipped away, light flaring back into existence. He blinked away the glare and grinned up at his beautiful girlfriend. Or maybe more accurately, at her knockers. Her bust filled half his vision, proudly upholding her bovine heritage. The cowgirl smiled down at him in return, but there was still a certain laughter in her eyes. "No... I don't think you're quite ready. But we are." She turned, smiling over her shoulder a moment before slowly returning to the bed. She wasn't wearing a stitch, and he was treated to the sight of her broad ass and plush thighs swaying with every clop of her hooves. The dark patches on her skin only accentuated every subtle jiggle of her flesh. Even now, it was a mesmerizing view-- he hadn't even noticed Mina until his girlfriend joined her on the bed.

Naira was a big girl, with all the curves he could ever need, but Mina had extra to spare, in just about every way. She was sitting back against the headboard with an easy smile, furred legs spread a bit to let Naira crawl in between them. She leaned up, holding the feline's eyes for one more moment before kissing Mina deeply, wrapping her arms around the minotaur's neck as their prodigious busts mashed together-- cleavage swelled between them, pressing under Mina's chin and spilling out the sides. And of course, one other thing got in the way of their embrace.

Now that he looked at it, the proud rod jutting up from between the bullgirl's legs had a shimmer of moisture on it. It throbbed visibly, poking firmly into his lover's belly, and when Naira's tongue finally slid from the bullgirl's lips and the kiss broke, she took a moment to lean down and give that tip a kiss of its own-- a slow, lingering press of her lips round the glossy red head of that towering creature. Then her eyes found his again, and those full lips spread in a smile. "I already made sure she's good to go... didn't I, stud?"

The minotaur gave a low chuckle, her breasts giving a few beautiful little rippling bounces. "Damn right. Don't worry, she's still not quite as good at taking it at you." She smirked at the feline as she shifted up onto her knees, straightening to thrust her rod into the light and gesture about three quarters of the way down her menacing rod. "Still can't take the whole thing. But we'll get her there."

Naira giggled breathily as she shifted to complement the bullgirl, turning round on all fours to back her rear up under that bullcock, letting it loom over her back. "I dunno, I wouldn't want to threaten his cocksucking throne." She braced her arms tight under her, letting her breasts alight on the bed and just blossom into broad globes of lush flesh.

"True, true." The minotaur rumbled as she shifted down, spreading her legs a bit and leaning back to drag her rod down through the cheeks of that plump ass until she was forcing her head between those cheeks, snuggling down through them and underneath. "You've already got him beat back here, wouldn't want him to start getting jealous..." She wore a hungry grin now, one hand wrapped around as much of that beast as she could as she slowly aligned it with Naira's sweet spot, her every shift echoed in the girl's expression-- mouth open, eyes fluttering closed, brow slowly rising, the cowgirl's face was a medley of need, impatience, and the first creeping notes of pleasure.

Ardanis didn't even realize he was biting into his lip. He and Naira played around with others all the time, sure, but it was true he hadn't watched her with someone else very often. And the sight of his lover, bent over and starting to pant as that great minotauress loomed over her, pushing that great log of flesh she called a dick to her cunny... A certain jealousy burned dully in his chest, but that heat only accentuated the flush of arousal rushing through him. So much woman... so much T&A and everything that came with it that he thought his bed might break under them, and about to collide... If he could touch himself right then, he knew exactly what he'd be doing, but as it was...

Mina must have found the right spot, as her grin was only widening, as was the O that was Naira's mouth. With her staff firmly locked in place, the minotaur let her hands slide up over that plump rear to close around the broad swell of her hips. The thrust was a sudden convergence of flesh, two massive cow booties hurtling toward each other until the bullgirl bottomed out-- she slammed into Naira's deepest limit with the full force of her single, snarling stroke, and heaved the cowgirl forward under the impact, her face a silent portrait of shock and torturous pleasure, her hair falling behind in that perfect instant as she was shoved forward, before it fell over her face again with the rise of her desperate moan.

He hadn't meant to-- it just happened. The feline had watched that sweet moment of brutal penetration, helpless to pleasure himself but in one way. It was such an incredible sight of bittersweet sexuality, he just... he... he'd thrust down into the chair, grinding tight against that demon of a toy. The sudden surge of pleasure rattling into pain in his middle had his eyes watering-- or he thought that was all it was. His own rod was hiccupping up juices all over itself, getting his balls and the edge of the chair wet as he panted, struggling to keep quiet, to pick up every slick sound and low moan the two made, ears perked high.

Four inches. Four inches of fat cock protruded behind Ardanis' girlfriend, struggling, grinding in, trying to fit, but she was utterly stuffed and giving high, urgent moans every time the minotaur tried to squeeze in a hair more. He'd always fit into her just fine. Mina didn't seem to mind, though-- she just purred and leaned over her mount, two massive breasts descending to drag hard tips along that dark-patched back... and drag down, and up again as the minotaur dragged and shoved in again. Naira's teeth flashed out in her mouth, biting down on her sudden moans as the minotaur shoved them out of her one after the other.

It wasn't that Ardanis was scared that she would leave him, that he wasn't enough-- Naira loved him. It was in her eyes every time she looked at him. Even now, when she glanced his way, eyes so foggy she probably could only barely tell he was there, her gaze held that soft glimmer of affection that told him his bed would be warm tonight, that her lips were his to kiss. It was more... that though he satisfied her, and he made her happy...

"Now, how's that feel, slut? A little real dickin' for you, huh?" The minotaur purred over the moaning cowgirl, giving an especially brutal shove. She might have squeeze another half-inch inside that quivering cow cunny.

That he be put in his place. Mina was more of a man than him, and she was a woman. That was the simple truth in Mina's eyes when they turned her way, dark and mirthful. Not a spiteful fact, and not something to be ashamed of-- she was an amazing woman, it was true. It was up to him to keep it up, to be worth Naira's love. Not to try to be something he was not, but to never forget just how beautiful and wonderful she was. And right now... watching the two of them, two bodies full of curves and bountiful flesh jiggling and bouncing with every swing of those hips, he was quite appropriately humbled and filled with hunger.

"M-more! Keep going!" Naira begged, the bedding bunching up in fists in front of her as she struggled just to keep her head up as her body rocked, one eye glowing from under the cover of her spilling locks. Mina chuckled darkly, and her thrusts slowed a moment as her hands slid up, tracing over the smooth dip and the firm rise of the cowgirl's back, up over her shoulderblades and down to wrap around her shoulders. Her hips dragged back-- and rammed in, a murderous blow that drove a high keen from the cowgirl, her eyes shut tight, her chest inflating and expelling rapid gasps and pants, shoving her breasts tight against the bed, surging out from under her as she reeled. Three inches. The bullgirl dragged, and drove in a second stroke, nearly planting the cowgirl on her face, but she scrambled to push up and back, gulping air and mouthing something, a shaky sigh pushing out the word "--keep--" and she threw her head back, ass high. Two inches. The minotaur drew her weapon to the ready once more. Broad hips of unstoppable muscle, coated in hide and thick fur, flexed powerfully, driving in one more stroke, and a scream rang off the walls a moment as the minotaur's heavy hips sunk to collide with that pale, bare ass in one sharp smack. Even Mina gave in to the pleasure of the moment, head thrown back as she gave a feral moan, almost a low of pleasure, grinding into that tightly hilted cow cunt. She must have stretched that poor cow cunt like a rubber glove.

Teeth were digging into his lip, almost drawing blood. Ardanis could barely think, he was wringing too tightly at that toy, grinding around as his rod throbbed with tormented need. Mina was filling her like he never could-- stabbing into regions of the cowgirl's insides that he would never know. Stretching her, maybe permanently, into the shape of that bull dick. Every ounce of bitterness his heart managed to produce in this moment only fed into the sweetness of his pleasure, his strange mixture of humiliation and flaring love for that beautiful woman in this instant.

For a moment, the cowgirl had collapsed-- her face was buried in the bed, her body a quivering stretch of bare flesh between her head, a great mess of dark brown hair fanning across her arms and the bed, and that ass, squeezed broad and flat under the tight pressure of those hips in their single powerful grind to that conquered rear. The moment the minotaur started to draw, she whipped her head up, gasping for air, eyes wide as that monstrous bull cock stirred her abused inner workings. One push, and her eyes were askew, one lid drooping as her expression hazed with lust. Mina was working into a slow, firm rhythm, shoving in and out of that deepest requiem of the cowgirl's body, and Naira was just gone-- a mess of moans and half-formed pleas for more. She rested her head turned toward him, and he could watch her lips form every little blip of praise and prayer, eyes dim behind a veil of stray hair spread over her face. Her horns were starting to stab little holes in the bedding, and she paid it no mind.

All that Ardanis could do --literally, it was his only option-- was ride that whirring, chattering toy, teeth grinding tight together, his breath rasping from him, occasionally breaking in a cough he did his best to muffle. His hips ground up and down, side to side, around that rod in wide, greedy circles, brutalizing his insides as his rod drooled profusely, twitching and spitting gobs of pre onto the floor in front of him as it bobbed up and down with his every shove down onto that artificial cock. He had nothing else, and much as he would deny it, the pleasure that thing injected into his prostate with every rev of its motor was indescribable, at least to his limited factions. Especially now, when all that he could think --the single thought that could fit in his head-- was that Mina should go faster. The sight of their bodies, simultaneous avalanches of flesh, breasts contorting and heaving up, surging in every direction under crushing pressure, taking on a sheen of sweat from the heat-- he could feel that heat radiating off them, the thick smell of their sex invading his nostrils. He was going to lose it any second, and the shame of that thought only fed back into that very fact.

Much to his dual consternation, Mina slowed-- for she had noticed him. She straightened smoothly, giving another loose smile, though her own eyes weren't quite focused, and her hips still drove in intently, punishing the innermost wall of the cowgirl's pussy with steady, powerful blow after blow. "Well, well. I do believe your boytoy's jealous, Naira." She giggled, leaning down and pushing an especially powerful stroke into that cunt, the impact rippling through the cowgirl's body as she moaned and pushed herself back for more. Mina pulled the hair from her face to let the cowgirl get a good look at her boyfriend squirming and struggling with the fake cock stuffed in his ass, ready to bust at any moment. "Question is," Mina muttered with a smirk, "which one is he jealous of...?"

A blush as sudden as a slap bloomed on his face, and he swallowed a thick groan, shoving himself down tight on that rod, grinding his bones tight to the wood through the hide as his rod pulsated once, twice, and fired off, arcing half a dozen thick wads at the bed, though all fell short.

Cackling at the sight, Mina swept her arms under her mount and scooped up her heavy breasts. "I think that answers that question!" Shoving her own massive bust flat against the cowgirl's back, she set to rutting that cowgirl suddenly and cruelly, shoving high, desperate, fractured moans from the skewered girl, but the minotaur's eyes held Ardanis'. "Don't worry, cutie, I'll do this to you too, if you ask nicely enough! For now..." she huffed and gasped, having a hard time keeping her breath as her body rolled industriously to piston through that poor cow, "...just look and see! This is what you'll look like under me!" She grinned and rammed in suddenly, brutally, and her hips barely drew to slam home again and again, halfway between thrusting and grinding, just brutalizing the very depths of that cunt and slapping her balls against the cowgirl's clit over and over until she had the girl shoved flat into the bed, legs spread, hips angled desperately to take every inch, face and breasts mashed into the bedding roughly as the minotaur gave a single roaring low, a beast's cry bursting from her supple throat as her hips ground in tight to that expansive ass. Naira was a quivering, orgasmic mass under her, fingers seizing at nothing over and over, legs twitching, her high cries and moans buried in bed underneath and bellow above.

It took the very furthest extent of Ardanis' willpower just to relax enough around that vibrator to let it stop buzzing-- the urge to clench down when it vibrated was overwhelming, and watching this final scene, he was still hard, even spent and sore. He panted quietly and swallowed, watching as the two finished their beautiful, savage mating, a mountain of curves finally settling into place. And for a time, a few dozen shaky breaths, the two were almost still, barely stirring with their own pants of air, just a gentle swaying of beautiful lines, the swell of the minotaur's breast across the cowgirl's back, the subtle slide of Naira's rear against thost broad, powerful hips... When Mina finally drew her head up, it was startling-- like part of some masterful painting suddenly turning to look at him.

She smiled. "Mmh... I think I'll be ready for round two in just a moment, hun. Looks like you certainly are." She giggled softly, straightening to stretch a little. "I wonder about the chair, though... I bet we could keep you-- hm?" She hesitated, and leaned down. Naira was stirring weakly, turning her head up a little. Mina leaned down over her head and they murmured together a moment. Mina glanced at him once, and Ardanis blinked. Finally, she sighed and rose again, giving a long, scintillating stretch, her majestic tits swelling upward exultantly, hard tips reaching for the ceiling. "Well. Bad news, hun. Looks like she wants you next." She smirked and slowly dragged out of that well-stretched hole, sending a surge of spasms through the cowgirl like she'd been electrocuted. "So you'll have to wait to get your own stretching... although..." That massive hunk of cowmeat emerged coated in juices, still dripping fresh seed even now, and swung his way as she crawled off the bed. A big, hungry smirk split her face now. "I wouldn't mind a quick cleaning, if you're really broken up about it..."

He had no idea how she kept up all these lines of hers. Ardanis' head felt roughly like two lumps of mud trying to strike a spark. His mouth opened to give some smart reply, but he didn't even get the chance to sit there with a dumb look on his face before that fat knob punched past his lips, instantly filling his mouth with her spunk, and the thick musk of her soaked right up into his nose. He gave a weak groan and a shiver as she fed him a few inches of that fat cock, grinding it right down the roof of his mouth as his gums were washed in the last gob of her seed. "Go on, I know you wanna suck it clean..." She smirked playfully, giving his hair a playful tousle-- before seizing a fistful of it to guide him along her rod. His tongue rose to the task like a beaten dog, washing over that fat cumvein, coming back thick with the combination of her fountainous precum, her thick seed, and the tang of his girlfriend-- of her very deepest juices, he supposed, now getting dumped down his neck in swallow after swallow as he drained out that rod and slurped the copious juices off it. When she was satisfied that the head was sufficiently clean, of course-- she gave a single, simple buck, punching into his neck.

His eyes flared wide, a thick tremble running down his body and up his own shaft, a thick gob of pre emerging at the end, but he didn't choke or gag up on her, as he might have once. He expected this from her by now-- his throat was her plaything, and she made this clear any time his face entered the remote vicinity of her crotch. Which was often. So his tongue flexed and struggled past the mass of flesh straining his throat open, reaching out to lap at the fresh inches she'd managed to shove past his lips, before those slid down his throat after the knob. She started to roll her hips slowly, feeding him a couple inches every few beats, allowing him just enough time to slurp over her length and swipe at it feebly with her tongue before fresh, thick flesh burrowed into his throat and still more pressed to replace it. It was an almost hypnotically endless experience, and the firm bump of two broad orbs to his swollen neck made him jerk just a little in shock. He had swallowed her in full once more-- that smooth cockhead rooted somewhere near the very base of his neck, contorting that slender support for his head into a great condom-- with a very large reservoir tip a little ways down. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be planning on making any significant deposits right now-- much to her disappointment, judging by the heavy sigh that rolled from her as she slowly dragged out of his neck again. His vision returned-- he couldn't tell if he'd actually lost the faculty or if he just didn't have the coordination right then to open his eyes, but the world swam around him a moment as that fat knob finally pulled out of his face, shining with his saliva. He coughed weakly and shifted in his seat-- and got a good buzz from below, pushing his own rod to strain needily.

"Hmmm..." Mina leaned down to inspect that rod, positively coated in its own juices by now, standing proudly on its throne of pre-stained ballsack and wood. "You think he's ready now, then?" She reached out and gave his tip a teasing little flick with one finger. His cock jumped urgently at the touch, and he held back a soft groan.

"Yes... I think so." The cowgirl was sprawled out on the bed-- she'd managed to roll on her back, her breasts two great, broad mounds rolling down either side of her as she turned her head to peer over at him. "Let him go, Mina..."

Ready was an hour ago. Now, he was just a creature made up of aching need. When he felt his ankles coming loose, that need boiled up afresh in him, steaming bubbles rushing up from every point of freedom he gained. Hands closed around him, steadying him and dragging him up, off the toy, and he gasped, even yelped a moment as the fat head pulled free of his ass, but he was barely aware-- he just wanted to get at her. The minotaur's steely hand on his arm was all that stopped him. She took her time about producing the key, and unlocking his wrists. The cuffs clinked on the floor, and Ardanis was already on the bed.

Naira's eyes were hooded, still fogged with the afterglow, but tracking him. She gave a quiet smile and opened her legs, folding her broad thighs to either side to expose her sweetest treasure to him-- leaking thick globs of bull seed. As he watched, fresh seed almost poured from between her lips, a great wad surging out of her as she shifted a little. It clung to her folds a moment before slowly dragging down, sticky and messy between her cheeks, to eventually leave a stain and a slimy smear across the bed, ready to form quite the puddle if she sat still long enough. She was so beautiful.

He swept atop her, panting softly, shaking like a junky a moment as he awkwardly handled his own juice-coated rod, guiding it between her legs. He felt Mina's spunk, a thick glob of it, before her felt her lips through it. He pushed in, upstream against that constant outpouring, a hungry growl in his throat as he shoved balls deep in that well-fucked, cream-soaked cunt. She groaned out, a pure sound of quiet bliss, and he felt her seize close around him, embracing him in welcome, squeezing out a fresh wash of spunk against his crotch. Her smile was sweet and serene, and his lips hunted it down for a deep, hungry kiss as he ground in against those slime-slicked walls. Arms tangled and slid past one another, wrapping around the both of them, and Ardanis panted out against her lips as his hips dragged and shoved in again assertively, grinding her hips into the bed. He fucked her fervently, hips jerking to shove in deep, deep as he could go, over and over, grinding around her insides, milking the low moans and giggles out of her. Like crying out against the darkness, like a howl in the forest, he fucked his woman, his beautiful lover, and he claimed her, and he pledged to her, and he clutched to her, and he spoke his desperate need for her one quivering, grinding stroke at a time.

At some point, he lost her lips, and her breasts blossomed in his face, filling his vision. His tongue surged from his mouth an instant before he captured her supple flesh in his mouth, suckling blindly at her endless cleavage, leaving traces of a dozen hickeys with his jealous, hungry suckles before he finally found one fat tip, crowned with an expansive, swollen areola that sent her moaning out helplessly at so much as a lick. And her nipple, her very tip, he teased just the way she liked, his tongue dragging around and around it as he suckled at her flesh around it, drawing it slowly deeper into his mouth. His paws were there, cupping her bountiful flesh, scooping up everything he could find, practically armfuls, the greedy feline slurping over her breasts in adoration and lust and avarice even as he ground into her sweet depths.

His orgasm was... a sudden thing, not so much a soaring peak as a rolling hill of pleasure, and he bit into her breast, hips grinding achingly to hers as he spent himself inside her, adding just a little more to the mix. But he kept going. He wasn't done with her, far from it, he wanted all over her, he wanted to fuck until there was nothing left of either of them...

Twice more, he shot off inside her, even driving her into her own warm wash of pleasure, cresting moans seeping from her as she embraced him, but his body was beginning to give out. He was going soft... he huffed thickly, snuggling in between her breasts, and she kissed the top of his head, murring happily over his ears as his grinds slowed at last.

"Losing steam?" Mina's voice stabbed into the warm aura of their lovemaking. She'd been forgotten, at least to him. "Maybe I can help." The bed heaved with the presence of a massive creature approaching. "Honestly. You know how long you were just... gaping? It's a miracle I've held back this long." She giggled over his ear, and Naira purred into a sudden kiss. Hot flesh jutted against his cheek suddenly, and slid inward, toward that dully aching ring. He barely started to react before she was inside him, and his throat cut off a sound that could have been nothing other than a whimper. "Ooooh," she cooed, "that toy did you good, I've never slid in so easy..." She giggled richly, and a foot of twitching, hot bullcock buried in his ass as his back arched, his mouth opening wide in a silent scream.

But damn if he wasn't hard as steel.