FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

The hunter trailed a claw along his list. Despite the personal prestige of the list, it was crumpled and furrowed with a coffee stain and dogear creases on two of its three corners (one was torn off). It was an extensive directory of animal species running the gamut from mundane to exotic. It started with such benign entries as Dog - Great Dane and Dog - German Shepherd. A little down the list, Mare - Arabian. Again was a mare, this time a Shetland, followed by a mule mare.

Down the list he went with occasionally thoughtful smiles. Coyote, timber wolf, cougar. Like the dogs and mares, these names all had scraggly lines through them. Further down and the names were not as often crossed. The crocodile and brown bear were crossed, but the grizzly and black bears were not, and neither was the alligator. Elk doe, crossed through twice; caribou doe, uncrossed. The spotted hyena was struck through as was the kangaroo. Not stricken was the African lion, and this he lingered on, tapping the entry with a hum.

Once a game hunter, Sovy had given up on killing for pleasure. In his insistent terminology, however, he still hunted for pleasure, and this concept he found often. He slicked back the tuft of black hair on his head then let a smile spread across his sharp, short snout. African lion he craved, and African lion he would have.

Stock trading provided Sovy the cash and free time to travel the globe on a moment's notice. He made reservations in Lagos, Nigeria, and he arranged for his first-class flight. Contacts around the globe enjoyed Sovy's money and sometimes came along on his hunts. This particular contact whom helped him Africa was another American whom had guided the dragon to an encounter with a rhinoceros their first time together, and that had earned him Sovy's undying respect and continued business.

With accommodations taken care of, Sovy perused the internet for imagery of the very lions he hoped to see. It was not the males which he cared for but the females, with their sharp eyes and powerful, fast bodies. The big cats were the most sensuous of them all. Remarkably powerful beasts, the deadliest of killers, and the most agile of creatures. As a mixture of dragon and coyote, Sovy was exotic enough to long for these beasts. The thought of them left him shivering. But he kept his paws off of himself. That would wait for the hunt.

--2

Sovy touched down in Lagos and found his hotel with the help of a jovial porter, so content to help because of the tips Sovy promised and indeed delivered on. He dropped his bags just inside the door and went for the phone. He dialed his contact from memory and draped himself across the sofa. Holing up in a five-star hotel meant everything was soft and clean and the dragon somewhat brattily expected the luxury.

"Let's see, a number from a local posh hotel, it must be that horrible pervert I know," said a snide male as soon as a connection was made.

Sovy laughed. "None other. I think what I'm after this time might be a bit easier to get, though. Certainly less tranquilizers."

"The last time you said something would be easier, I was searching high and low for an oryx. Don't give me your shit, Sovy," he sneered.

"You may not like the shit, but you like the money and the sloppy seconds," Sovy chuckled. "I want a lioness. Not picky about the specific breed, just something African."

"African lioness, hm," the voice murmured. "Let me do a little research, make some calls. I'll get back to you."

For much of the day, Sovy enjoyed his hotel room. He showered and brushed himself then enjoyed a world-class meal. Nothing was too opulent for a drake soon to go on the hunt. Night came and he slept but fitfully. It was troublesome to keep his paws off of his cock. It emerged from its sheath by morning and he edged, then ultimately failed to hold off. He made a terrible mess of himself and he lay there for the best part of the morning as he contemplated his coming hunt.

At last the phone rang. "Hello?" he said eagerly.

"Sovy," the familiar voice said. "I'll be by to collect you within the hour, be ready."

--3

It was quite a drive from Lagos to the Congo. It required a considerable amount of tact and respect, and failing that, bribe money. Sovy had cash for the occasion. With all of that considered, border patrols and grumpy militia men cared little about a pair of Americans with hunting gear and guns loaded in their car.

On the final leg of the journey out into the wilderness, Sovy turned to his contact whom drove diligently He was named Desmond and his species was also a hybridization. He was a fox-raccoon. Sovy often admired the pleasing lines of his effeminate body. He wondered how something so girly survived in a line of work such as this; delivering dangerous thrills to rich assholes.

"Are you going to join in this time?" Sovy asked, smiling impishly. His long, furry tail swayed in the tight space of the cab.

Desmond looked at Sovy from the corner of his eye. "I might," he said enigmatically. "I sat out the rhino. That was a bit much for me."

"What about the oryx?" Sovy wistfully asked. "You said you'd," he chuckled, "take care of that one for me."

The foxcoon smiled thinly. "I might have fucked that one. It also might have died of a tranquilizer overdose."

"You fucked a corpse?" Sovy said in exaggerated disgust. "I'm shocked and appalled!"

"No you aren't," Desmond snapped. "If I recall correctly, as I often do, for this job requires total recall of details," he grinned, "you told me your introduction to this hobby of yours was that you couldn't resist a helpless, bleeding-out doe with a bullet in her lung."

"Yes, yes," Sovy petulantly dismissed. "Why, I think back to the Native Americans."

Desmond gave Sovy his full attention for a moment. He screwed his black jowls into a smirk. "I'm Native American. Tread lightly."

Sovy snickered. "The Native Americans used every part of the animal! I fucked her little pussy senseless, I sold her skin to a fur trader, and I used most everything but the hooves for venison and sausage. I'm efficient and respectful," he crowed.

"You're definitely something," Desmond dryly said.

Lush jungle gave over to rolling savannah. The hunters went on a while longer. Soon a small hunting shack came into view. "Here it is," the fox said, as if to himself. More clearly to Sovy, he stated, "Nobody gets bothered out here. People who cause a ruckus get fed to the local fauna."

"Good," Sovy grinned. "I don't like to be blueballed."

The foxcoon put the car in park and killed the engine. "Before I assist in the violation of innumerable laws and a dumb animal," said Desmond in even tones, "where's my money?"

The dragon-coyote reached into his pocket and produced a bankroll. "Your nominal fee, plus a tip for prompt service." As Desmond took it, Sovy assured, "Good old American greenbacks, friend. Ten thousand of 'em."

Desmond winked, pocketing the money. "You spoil me, dear traveler. Let's get the stuff into the shack. The lionesses tend to hunt most actively at dusk."

--4

Sovy observed the skulking lionesses through his binoculars. Already he felt lustful, and it was quite hard to push the urges aside, even temporarily. "My god, they're all so beautiful," he sighed. "So well-fed and agile."

"I recall you wanting to try for an elephant after that rhinoceros," Desmond remarked. "Not a chubby chaser anymore?"

"I got that out of my system for a while with a brown bear," said Sovy in a matter-of-fact tone.

They both were lying on their stomachs under a camouflage canopy. A tranquilizer rifle with a scope lie between them. Desmond had a snubnose .357 magnum on his thigh. Sovy carried a Smith & Wesson .50 caliber revolver. These sidearms were meant for FUBAR situations, of course. Sovy preferred that the only gaping holes on his prey be the result of his knot.

Sovy put down the binoculars and turned to Desmond. The foxcoon continued to look through his, but he was aware of the dragon's gaze. "What is it?" he asked.

"Since we're waiting for a shot, perhaps you'd tell me how you ended up in this profession?" Sovy asked with a smirk.

Desmond watched the lionesses vigilantly. The male was nowhere to be seen, as was typical. Desmond thought often that male lions had the right idea; lazing around and letting the females hunt, getting up only to eat, shit, and fuck.

"Kind of a long story," Desmond stolidly said, flicking his tail against the canopy.

"As if we have anything but time," Sovy shrugged, rolling completely onto his back.

"I'll shorten it anyway," the foxcoon said. "It was a combination of needing money, having good people skills, and having no conscience."

"Sociopath," Sovy said with a smile.

"Probably," Desmond shrugged. "I was almost like a pimp at first. I worked at an animal shelter. I put up ads online and sold perverts slots of time with stray dogs."

"That's fucked-up," Sovy said, but the words dripped with respect. "What happened to that gig?"

"The owner found out," said the fox. He watched with some interest as the lionesses skulked near a cluster of zebras sipping water from a pond. They evidently determined the zebras to be too numerous to attack, for they soon crept away.

"Ooh, and you went to prison?" Sovy smirked.

"No," Desmond said stiffly, "he just beat me nearly into a coma. Told me I was the most disgusting creature he'd ever met."

Sovy reached over and clapped a paw on Desmond's shoulder. "I'd have to agree with him, but great minds think alike, don't they?"

Desmond gnawed his lip for a few moments. He asked warily, "About that doe, what spurred you?"

"I don't have an interesting answer for that. She was there, and I was pent-up. I'm part dragon, you know - anything that moves. The smell and sight of the blood just got me going, and I fucked the shit out of her," he grunted with an upward grind. "I remember her wiggling around, braying, just crying for help or mercy, I guess. And as it went on she just wiggled less and less. Her braying kept getting quieter and then she just stopped moving. Then I gave her the knot. I wish she'd survived that long, I would have loved to hear her bray then."

"You like knotting shit, don't you?" Desmond sneered.

"I've got it, why not use it?" Sovy sneered right back. "I'd knot you if I weren't hunting for another hole to fuck."

The fox splayed back his ears and blushed. Sovy saw the fluster, though it was hidden quickly. Noncommittally, Desmond remarked, "Maybe we'll do that some other time."

"Hah, foxes," Sovy spat. He rolled over on his belly again then pulled the rifle close. As he notched its butt up into his armpit and gazed down the scope, he asked, "Can we take the shot yet or what? At this rate I'm gonna have to jerk off before I even get her tied down."

A chuckle escaped Desmond. "Horny much?" He looked through his binoculars carefully, as Sovy sighted the three lionesses over and over with an itchy finger. "Based on what I can see, that one nearest the pond - you see her?"

"Yep."

"Right, she's the smallest. That dosage should take her down without much of an issue." He drew in a breath and explained, "These tranquilizers are a cool new toy. Only the best for you," he teased. "Besides the payload, the dart has a GPS tracker in it. We can follow her wherever she escapes to after she gets spooked."

"Good," Sovy breathed. "'Cause I'm fucking horny." Before Desmond could utter another word, Sovy took the shot. The dart jabbed into the lioness' rear flank and dug in with tiny barbs. In went its cargo of etorphine, and the lioness predictably yowled and bolted. She ran just long enough to vanish into the brush. The gunshot also spooked every other animal in the vicinity.

Sovy and Desmond moved fast to their car. The foxcoon bound the lioness and Sovy stood watch with the .50 drawn.

--5

The hunters dumped Sovy's plaything into the fenced, canopied run beside the hunting shack. Desmond administered more etorphine in a more controlled dose. "This," he said as he pulled the needle back, "shouldn't stop her heart. Shouldn't, but might."

"Well, if it does, she'll stay warm for a bit," Sovy smiled. Now came his personal touch. He untied the ropes Desmond had hogtied her with then set about lashing her to the earth with stakes and ropes like an ode to Gulliver's Travels. This was how Sovy preferred to do it. The beasts could struggle, could perhaps get free if they worked at the bonds just right, and this lent an air of drama and excitement to the lay. Of course Desmond would be close by, ready to put a round in her head if she got loose, but what if he missed or weren't quick enough? Sovy often thought and sometimes hoped that his death would be at the claws or teeth of one of his rape victims.

Sovy shed all clothing when his prey was tied down. He offered his .50 to Desmond whom visibly found the weapon too heavy and handed it back. "I think the Python can put her down if need be," the fox icily said.

Briefly, Sovy stretched and twisted, stopping just short of calisthenics to get himself ready. Desmond pulled up a folding chair and sat back in it, holding the .357 by the grip against his thigh. "Yeah, you'd better get some exercise in now," the foxcoon said with a smile. He eyed Sovy's swollen black penis, in particular the knot at the base of it. "From the looks of how excited you are, you're gonna be a two-pump chump."

"Fuck you," Sovy said with a slight edge. He knelt at the lioness' rear and pulled her tail aside. Her muff had no special swell to it. Estrus was not in season, therefore her musk was more subtle than some specimens Sovy had raped. He traced the shape of her vulva with a claw tip then rubbed her supple anus too. Both orifices were exceptionally clean, this being a hallmark of most felines. "What a babe. You wanna come check this out?"

It came as no surprise to Sovy that Desmond partook. He stood and set the pistol on the seat of the chair, then knelt beside Sovy. As the drake held the tail up, Desmond fondled the entrance of her vulva with his padded fingers. Inside was a subtle moisture which Desmond wicked into his fur. He pushed the digit in deeper, working it slowly up to the knuckle. When he pulled it back, it was vaguely damp. He sniffed it, then Sovy grabbed his wrist and did the same. Both males shivered at the feline scent.

As Desmond sucked his digit clean, Sovy softly pinched her muff between thumb and forefinger. He said with a lurid growl, "That's a fine smell this girl's got." Then he stroked her flank and came to her hip where he doted reverently, rubbing and kneading through her hide. His penis drizzled pre into the dirt steadily. "Hey, Desmond."

"Mhm?"

"Wanna do a spitroast?" he grinned. "You fuck her in the face, I'll get the cunt?"

"Maybe if we break her jaws first," Desmond thoughtfully said.

Sovy screwed his face up into a scowl and shook his head. He did nothing more to scold or reprimand Desmond, however, and he leaned down, then flopped onto his side rather gracelessly. He scooted closer and stuffed his long snout against her malleable cunt. First he inhaled, and he stroked his penis slowly while savoring her scent. After several such deep sniffs, he began lapping deep inside of her, making use of a long canine tongue from his coyote half. "Rrruff, fuck," he gasped between slurps, "the scent's nothing next to the taste. You should have some of this."

"She's your snack," Desmond smirked. However, he did shed his pants and briefs, leaving his shirt. His own penis was hard, its shaft unremarkable compared to Sovy's in that it was blunt-tipped, knotless, and uncircumcised. He grabbed one of the big cat's hind paws and rubbed its well-worn pads into his male flesh. "Girl's got nice paws, though."

"Big cats usually do," Sovy sighed. He wriggled his tongue in deeply, then pulled it back and snuffled her dampened box. Just for a taste, he slurped across her anus a few times. Finally he pulled back and stood up. The dragon-mix then walked around his bonded prey. He was stricken by how unmarred and powerful she plainly was. Just the sight of her made him shudder. He masturbated slowly but stopped himself when he realized he was getting too eager.

"How much longer should she be out?" Sovy asked.

Desmond was still making use of the lion's paw. "Five minutes, maybe. Could be any second now," he suggested with a grin. "Exciting, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah, like waiting to see if Santa came," the dragon chuckled. He knelt near her head and sported his most filthy, juvenile grin yet. "Any second now," he murmured as he opened her jaws and felt across her tongue. The rough texture of it thrilled him even on his fingers alone; he had never in all his exploits dared to touch a big cat's maw. He explored her jowls, palate, and of course her deadly teeth with the tips of his fingers.

She showed no signs of stirring and Sovy took the next logical step for a foolish beast fucker: He stuffed his cock into her jaws up to the knot. Even at idle, her heavy mouth exerted pressure on the invading object and Sovy crooned warmly. He slowly fucked her sleeping mouth and tossed back his head. A deep, warm moan escaped into the warm savannah night.

"You're fucking insane," Desmond said with awed respect. He had ceased his use of her paw and was instead fondling her genitals.

"I do what I want," Sovy said noncommittally, broken out of the slight trance but not his actions. However, the lioness stirred. Sovy was first excited and let out a gasp when he felt her lap curiously across his penis. He quickly yanked it back and then scooted back on his knees. His heart began to race when he realized the danger he had just been in.

Desmond pulled back too and retook his seat. He had the Python in one paw, penis in the other.

As the lioness shook off her druggy sleep, she began to yowl and writhe. The stakes and cords held fast but the feline's motions were not completely strong yet.

Sovy wondered with an excited swish of his tail just how well the bondage would hold out. But even as he pondered, he wasted no time. Wearing only a big grin, he moved to the feline's backside and knelt between her legs, splayed out and back and staked against the earth. He notched his pointed tip into her vulva and entered her without a moment of hesitation. Her yowl jumped in pitch and similarly grew noticeably more ferocious. The dragon-coyote crushed his knot up against her snatch and hunkered down over top of her. Feeling her powerful, thrashing body beneath him made his already-racing heart pump faster still.

Sovy started to rut. His strokes were short and very fast. The excitement of the moment dictated the pace of his hips and he nuzzled against her bulk through the struggling cords. A deep groan escaped him, his tail lashed, and then he said to the lioness, "Oh, fight for me, baby, show daddy how fucking strong you are!"

Desmond dragged his tongue over his lips. He held the gun tightly but his finger wasn't on the trigger. If the lioness had gotten loose, Desmond might not have reacted in time simply for the way he was masturbating. His toes curled in the dirt and his breathing was rough. "Uhn, knot the bitch," he grunted.

"Yeah, no fucking question about it," Sovy chuckled with some strain in his voice. He tried to steady his breathing and convince himself that the lioness wasn't about to break loose and rip him open like a stuffed animal. He couldn't bullshit himself, but the thrill was a massive part of the sex. Like listening to the doe's death rattle, the fear of being mauled spurred Sovy's deeply broken instincts. Somewhere in his brain, a wire was crossed, and he associated danger with pleasure.

"I bet if I cut the ties, you'd buck back against me, you fucking whore!" Sovy cackled. Now his bucks were truly ferocious and the intent to knot was real. He smashed the bulbous gland against her pussy over and over, ever expecting it to pop inside. Evidently she had never once borne a cub, for her snatch was especially tight and it refused the knot. Realizing this, Sovy barked, "I've broken stronger bitches than you!" He bit her through the cords and drew blood from her hide.

She screamed savagely and thrashed in her bonds. Earth moved and a stake popped loose over her withers. Desmond flinched out of the chair and leveled the gun on the lioness but Sovy snapped, "Hold it, fucking hold it!" He quaked and growled, pressing flush to her again. He mashed his knot into her cunt as roughly as he could manage, but her box was defiant. "Goddammit, you tight bitch!" he grunted.

"She's gonna get loose," Desmond said with soft-spoken urgency.

Still the big cat screamed and yowled. Her display did nothing to deter Sovy whom grimaced and splayed back his ears. He said not a word to acknowledge Desmond but he knew the situation was most certainly going south. All he could think of was getting his knot into the bitch, however, and that single-mindedness paid off at long last. At the apex of a savage grind, Sovy's fat, black knot popped past the lioness' cunt, the shape of which was not made to permit such a bulk. Her yowling cut through the night air and deafened the hunters. Desmond scrambled for the sedatives as she kicked off a stake binding her rear leg.

Sovy cared not about anything but his release. He quaked against the screaming beast as his body readied to orgasm, and then he let loose with his seed. It filled her body with virile warmth which did not silence her enraged vocalizations. As he entered his afterglow, Sovy felt a sharp pain on his ankle and he flinched with a gasp. He could hear no sounds above her screams.

Desmond slammed the needle of a syringe into her flank and pushed the plunger down. It took only a minute for the drug to take effect. Ironically, it worked faster than usual due to her agitation; her racing heart spread it around quickly, and within two minutes, she was fully unconscious.

"You're bleeding," Desmond said.

"Ah, am I?" Sovy murmured. He shifted up to his knees and looked back. Blood poured from a gash on his ankle. The lioness' freed paw had blood on its claws. The dragon-coyote smiled. "Little bit longer and she would've gotten free, huh? This is a strong one, I like that."

The foxcoon grabbed the first aid kid from inside the shack. He treated Sovy quickly and efficiently with disinfectants which caused Sovy more pain than the actual injury. He wrapped it snug with bandages and that was that.

"Thank you," the dragon said with a nod. He then laughed playfully and said, with a gentle tug at his cock, "Would you like sloppy seconds?"

"I was thinking anal, actually," Desmond said with a sly smile.

"Anal," Sovy chuckled, "really. I'd never expect a fox to want the ass," he said sarcastically.

"How many perverts can say they've assfucked a feral lion?" Desmond shrugged. "I gave her a larger dosage this time. She'll be out for the better part of an hour. Unlike you, I don't care to chance being disemboweled."

"Hah, you're a pussy," Sovy cackled. he braced his paws against her rear and pulled with all his might. The knot came loose and Sovy fell back on his rear. "Pah, I would have loved to hear her scream from that."

Desmond sat beside Sovy. He again left the gun on the chair. With a rather thoughtful touch, he reached down and rubbed the dragon's thigh, letting his knuckles brush the knot. "What you said earlier, about knotting me," Desmond lowly asked, "was that true?"

Sovy smiled. "I think I can safely say I'd fuck anything that moves, and maybe you shouldn't be so flattered by that remark because of my reputation, but yes. I would fuck you."

The foxcoon paused and seemed to contemplate Sovy's words, then he swiveled on his knee and put himself before the drake. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around Sovy's filthy cock. It of course tasted strongly of the lioness. Whether or not he was goaded by that flavor, Desmond suckled Sovy clean and then licked the knot as one might enjoy a lollipop. When the dragon's penis was clean, he pulled up and winked at his fellow hunter, then turned about wordlessly and pushed his blunt cock tip to the unconscious lion's pucker.

"Well, well, well," Sovy cooed, grinning like the Cheshire cat, "what was that about? Couldn't resist me any longer?"

"Something like that," Desmond murmured.

Had she been conscious, the big cat certainly would not have allowed what Desmond was up to. He entered her virgin ass with a small coo, finding her walls supple and engaging. It took him little effort to sink in balls-deep. "God, she's tight."

"If her pussy was anything to go by, then most definitely," Sovy remarked. He admired Desmond's fine round ass and ruminated over the matter of knotting it while slowly stroking his still-hard, ever insatiable erection. "What do you wanna do when we're done with her?"

Desmond didn't look back at Sovy. He draped over the lion with a sigh as the dragon-coyote had in the heat of his lay. "Put her back in the wild, I'd say. Unless you wanted her for something else?" he doubtfully asked. He started to buck his hips efficiently. The feline's snatch drooled Sovy's semen into the dirt. Due to the positioning, Desmond's balls ended up sticky with Sovy's cum.

"I only thought you might want to do something profitable with her. Maybe cap her and sell her pelt," the drake shrugged. He rubbed the pointed tip of his shaft, and a bit of pre beaded on it. He grinned and swished his tail as thoughts of fucking Desmond ran high.

The foxcoon chuckled but said nothing for a moment. His humps were vigorous and the lioness shook like dead weight against his forcefulness. "I'm flush with cash now. I think we'll just let the girl go."

Sovy quietly licked his fingers and smeared his penis with saliva. "Mmm, yeah," he uttered, "guess she's been through enough." Then he crept closer, moving quietly, for Desmond's ears were keen and the soundscape was largely barren, but when he struck, he moved with brutality instead of finesse. He pinned Desmond against the lioness and gripped his own swollen meat.

"What, exactly, are you doing?" Desmond softly asked.

The drake answered with his sudden penetration of Desmond. He sank his cock in quickly, and the twink fox groaned and settled against the lioness. "Rrr, even tighter than the bitch was," Sovy growled.

"Ah, god," Desmond huffed, swishing his tail against the hybrid dragon's chest. "I guess we're already down the rabbit hole, so why not?"

"Mhm," Sovy murmured. He wrapped his arms around Desmond as his knot pressed flush to the foxcoon's anus. He left Desmond no slack to fuck the lioness and he seemed not to worry about how inconsiderate he was. Everything was about his own release and he fucked Desmond with quick, energetic thrusts not unlike the strokes he had given the lioness. He nuzzled into the twink's long hair and nipped the back of his neck firmly. "I don't fuck other men often. Not even beasts," he remarked. "I don't know if this makes you lucky or not."

Desmond moaned appreciatively and rubbed the lioness' unconscious body merely for something to hold onto. His anal passage was very snug around Sovy and it granted them both marvelous pleasure. "Be gentle with the knot," he shivered.

"You don't want it?" Sovy snickered.

"I do," Desmond growled, "but be gentle with it."

Emitting a salacious growl, Sovy pressed more fully to Desmond and sandwiched him between his bulk and the lioness. This put Desmond, still wearing a shirt, in a very warm position and he panted both from heat and gratification. Every time Sovy's knot thumped against his asshole, it sent pleasure up through Desmond's body. The lioness' anal walls, even idle, resisted and massaged his penis. He said with a whimper, "I won't last long."

"Good," Sovy said almost gently. "I wanna cum inside of you." This he spoke as a statement, not a query, and Desmond did not answer it as such.

"Uhn, fuck," Desmond grunted, grinding into the lioness with a very limited range of motion. Sovy kept him pressed against the cat and if anything, Desmond was obliged to push back to greet his fellow hybrid's knot. He turned his head to look at Sovy and the dragon nipped his snout. "Knot me," he hissed.

"Gently?" the dragon asked with derision. He started to smash the swollen gland against the twink, the first buck of which made Desmond yowl with pain.

"Fucker, just get it inside of me," Desmond bitterly said. He then nuzzled into the lion's back as he shuddered with many blissful sensations. As Sovy's penis reamed his tender vulpine ass and as the lioness unconsciously kneaded his meat, he grew nearer to his climax.

Sovy grinned toothily in satisfaction, for he loved this act of dominating his trusty guide. It amazed him that never once before had he stuck it in Desmond; and for all the pleasure he gained, he doubted if this would be the last time they did such a thing in spite of the hunts coming first.

"Say my name," the dragon barked.

"Sovy, I fucking hate you," Desmond grunted.

"Close enough," Sovy shrugged. He continued to smash his knot into Desmond's pucker, working to get it into an orifice even more snug than the snatch of the lioness, and this was no easy task. But Sovy was full of boundless energy and lust to match, and he craved to knot the gasping, sometimes whimpering thing beneath. With his tail fanning his musk all about, Sovy bit the boy's neck and drew blood. When Desmond shrieked, Sovy sank the knot with a combination of luck and brutality. Desmond's cry elevated in pitch and he came with a deep groan at the tail end of his wailing.

As Desmond emptied his balls into the lioness, his anus and the muscles just beyond clenched and massaged Sovy's bulbous knot. All of this stimulation was too much for the drake whom rolled back his eyes and whose body went rigid. He came, dumping what remained of his load into Desmond's inviting fuckhole, and then he went slack against his guide.

"Ugh... What a fun way to end a hunt," Sovy sighed, nuzzling the softly weeping wound he had bitten open on Desmond's scruff.