Synergy Pt.2
#1 of Synergy
Camille hummed a happy song, she had made it onto the train on time, even though she kind of kidnapped a man. She laughed, remebering Chardonae's stunned face when she had said Turre was joining the caravan. Then, the lusty skunk purred, remebering turre in more definate detail.
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"'Allo?" Camille had said, in her adorable accent. Turre had stiffened, and turned around. he smiled, and took her hand.
"Aaah, bonjour, ma cherie. I see that you are a part of my wonderful culture as well. What eez it that I can 'elp you with?" he had said as he kissed her hand. She giggled, and replied in French, "Well, I would like to maybe see that body..." she giggled again, and he grinned. "Oh, so daring!" He replied in English. "And what part of this body would you like to see, madamoiselle?" he replied, then, in French. She giggled again, then walked forward, closer to him, and stoked his slightly unsheathed member. "Maybe...That part?" she glanced up at his smiling brown eyes, and bit her lip. She smiled a bit, and laughed when his member fully unsheathed itself.
"Well, if you can get us into this building, without my mother seeing, then we can...She owns this inn." The bull turned again,bent over, and grabbed two large buckets. Camille smiled, and entered the building.
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"Hello! Camille?" Chardonae snapped her fingers in front of Camille's blank face, and smiled when the skunk shook her head and looked around. "What happened?" she asked. Chardonae laughed. Loudly. "Well," she giggled, "You all of a sudden went blank on me, and then, you smell that?" Camille nodded. "Well," the dutchess laughed. "It's you! You're soo aroused, probably thinking about the sexy bull that you hired...And went to bed with...I can see you blushing, you know."
Camille indeed, was blushing, but thought that her black fur would hide it. She blushed even more, and the dutchess laughed louder. "Well, he was good. Much better than how, you know, I lost it..." Camille weakly replied. Chardonae's face immediatly hardened. "Well, I hope you know, I killed him for you. I took my father's old sword, and I cut of that man's head. I truly hope it makes you feel better." Camille looked up, into the dutchess's sincere blue eyes, and smiled. "Thank you...It does..It does..." She looked out the window, and went back to her lovely memory.
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She burst into the room, looking all confused and adorable. Loudly, in French, she asked, "Where am I? Oh, this place is soo confusing!" She looked around, and a female bull of medium height, and elderly age came up to her and started talking in French to her.
"Who are you?" the bull said."I am Camille, I don't know where I am...I got lost!" she replied helplessly. It was the truth. She was trying to find the grocers, and couldn't. After running away from a man who might've raped her, if given the chance, she was completely lost.
Turre came in. "Maman, I took care of the deliveries. Oh, who is this?" he asked. "This, Turre, is Camille. She is lost. Would you mind to take her to..." she looked up at Camille, who was taller than the bull. "Where are you going young lady?" She asked. Camille looked stunned. "No, please, you are helping me, are you not? You are a friend now, call me Cami. I was heading to the greengrocer's, I believe." she looked around, and scratched her head.
"Well, how did you get here then? The grocer's on the other side of town. Turre, go help the young- Cami, I mean, go help Cami. Now." The bll lady turned away, and went over to a fox who was complaining about something.
Turre grinned. "Were you counting on the damsel in distress routine, or were you counting on the fact you were an adorable French girl?" Camille looked around. "alittle of both...And the damsel part, I wasn't faking. I'm so horribly lost in this place. Please, help me. And, we can stop some where for a few minutes..." She giggled as she noted him speeding up, and delighting in the bulge that was quite noticable in his pants.
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After a few minutes of walking, they reached an inn. She went through the front, and checked out a room, and he went in through the back, a friend of his letting him in. They met at the room, and fell in. She looked at him, and passionatly kissed him, wondering what to do. He smiled, and chuckled. "Well, Cami, what do you want?" She looked at him, with the dignity of a thousand queens. "I want it all..." she said, and she pulled off his shirt, his boots, and took off her own shoes, and skirt, counting on her soaked undergarments to hopefully shield her womanhood. He pulled off his pants, and she took off her shirt. They gasped, at the same time, at the other's body. He was lean and strong, and she was soft and curvy. He gently pulled her close, and kissed her more gently. She grabbed his throbbing meat, and ran her hands over it. She laughed when it jerked, and pre started to leak out of it. "Well," she whispered, "I guess you're excited." She touched the head to her pussy, and he gasped.
"Oh, You like that? Well, how about this?" She said this as she slid his thick foot-long member into her pussy. "Is that nice?" She grinned and ran her tounge over his neck. He moaned, and she slid him. She pushed him to the bed, and laughed at his sad look, missing her warm wetness. She went to the bed, and stuck her ass up in a very welcome position. he smiled, got up, and grabbed some lube. He rubbed it onto himself, and kneeled by her ass. He gently put some lube around, and inside her tail hole, and she moaned with pleasure. Then, he grabbed his meat, and guided it into her tail hole. She grabbed the bed covers in pain, but let him continue, because she needed this. To get over what happened with the baron, and because, when Camille had the knowledge of what it's like, she had to have more. Except, more gentle. Less rape-like. So she let him slide in his member, and quietly hissed in pain, until he was fully in, and started thrusting.
Camille relaxed her tail out of reflex, and it fell over her hole, and Turre's meat. He gently pushed it away, and so she draped it over her head. He kept thrusting, and the pain soon went away. She laughed, and reversed motions against him, to make the strokes harder, faster, and deeper. She couldn't go any faster, and she cried out. He stopped, thinking she was coming, and she turned her head to look at him. "Why did you stop? I need to go faster, please." she murmered, and so he did.
Going in and out of her pussy as fast as he could, Turre quickly came. Not wanting her to be left behiind, he reached in front of his dick to rub her clit, grinding it, and making her groan in pleasure. She started to hyperventilate, and she screamed. Her juices flowed to meet his, and she get moaning and groaning, while she enjoyed her first orgasm.
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"Caaaaamiiiiiille!!Waaaaaake uuuuup!!!" Chardonae grinned. It looked like she was remebering the sex she had with Turre, and she wasn't waking up until she had a few fantasies, or finished.
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After about an hour, they both realized they were both horny. She smiled, and then lifted her leg. "Come here..." she purred, and smiled seductively. He crawled over to her, and she put her leg over his back.
"Ride me boy." She glanced at his growing member, until it grew to it's full twelve inches. She stalked forwards, and impaled herself onto his shaft. He flipped her over, wanting to be on top, and she let him. He went slow and steady, sucking on the tight white nipples poking out from her fur, or kissing her, his tounge delving into her muzzle. Turre felt his member start to tighten,and he started to speed up. When Camille felt him do that, she started to come as well, and the juices flowed out of her pussy with a steady flow, as he came, the sticky, thick strands of bull come were mixing with her feminine juices. Camille laughed, gave him a kiss, and slowly pulled his now flaccid meat out of her body.
"That was wonderful.."she murmered, and licked his ear gently. "Do you want to come with me? I'm travleing to Synergy with my friend... She's the dutchess of T'wimcar'at. She's also my mistress, but more of a friend." Her eyes begged him to say yes, and, falling for the innocenss in them, he smiled, and nodded. She smiled brightly, and nuzzled his chest. Camille fell asleep like that, spooned with Turre, and he had never felt happier.