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A mild snore catches my attention, and I poke my head into our bedroom to see my hunk of a boyfriend out cold asleep, his big grey gut rising and falling softly with each breath above a very well-endowed package in bulging white boxer-briefs showing beneath it between some wide-spread tree-trunk legs.

My big whiskers twitch as a catch a whiff of his potent scent, and I can't help myself… The call of his crotch is too strong for me today.

I enter our bedroom and close the distance on silent paw pads. Very gently, I place my hands on his calves – no response aside from another light snore – and press my nose against the straining white fabric of those boxer-briefs. My boyfriend's hide is thick enough that he usually doesn't feel my whiskers tickle the inside of his thighs (though he does say he can feel them occasionally when we're actively playing together – he can certainly feel my mane in there) so that whisker contact is purely for my own enjoyment, sending tingles across the side of my face as I nuzzle into that heady, earthy-scented package.

I begin pushing against and mouthing over my goal inside that underwear, causing the desired growth to begin. My rhino's scent flooded my nose, making me drool and absolutely soak the front of his boxer-briefs to the point I could start seeing his plump, juicy nuts and swelling member through the fabric.

Soon enough, mouthing at his meat through that constraining underwear wasn't enough for me, and I carefully slid my paws under that big rhino rump to start easing those boxer-briefs off of him. It took a little bit of effort – as he's a rhino, he is rather heavy – but my paws are dexterous and determined. A moment later, that massive lower rhino horn is freed, and I take the angled tip between my lips as I subsequently pull the offending underwear down past my boyfriend's knees and down far enough to slip one ankle out – just enough so that they're not between his legs and in my way anymore.

His dick is already quite thick, but as I suckle on the pre that's now slowly oozing out of that tip, I know it can get much, MUCH bigger. Big enough, in fact, to suck an entire person down its length and into those plush, burly, hairy rhino balls. I should know… I've willingly sacrificed a friend or two to those glorious nuts, and helped many others sink down and fill them out, worshipping them with my hands and mouth as they churned entire people down into seed that would inevitably find its way pumped up my backdoor for the next few days.

Seeing my boyfriend snoozing a minute or two ago, it just clicked that it was my turn.

His member is swelling more and more in my mouth, and my heart is racing in anticipation of truly becoming one with that flesh. I've always been utterly enthralled with my boyfriend's junk… Their masculine, earthy scent that evolves into being tangy and overwhelming when he gets aroused… The heat and meatiness of his huge handle… The heft of those balls even when freshly emptied, rolling them around gently in my big paws… I've spent so much time down between my rhino's thighs, just lost in the sheer manliness of his family jewels and doing everything I can to get those balls churning and that member excited and aroused… Gods, seeing that pillar of flesh towering above my face, its mere presence a dominating force over me, always just makes me weak.

The salty dribble against my tongue starts to become a more consistent flow as my ministrations are working – that boner is getting bigger than it normally does, and my jaw begins stretching to try keeping up. My rhino, still deep in slumber, begins mumbling in his sleep as he usually does when aroused while dreaming. I just love that quiet babbling…

Soon enough, his dick gets big enough that I can *only* get my mouth around the angled end of it, and not long after that, I can only manage the tip. By now, the whole thing is longer than my arm and as thick as my neck is. I dislodge my mouth with a quiet, wet schlop, and take a moment to just drink in my man's manhood in all its glory. As proud as I've always been of my glorious mane, my boyfriend's insatiable junk is, was, and always will be the epitome of male perfection in my eyes.

It's time.

I carefully slink off the side of the bed, kneeling on the floor near my beau's shoulders instead. Since he's sound asleep right now, I need to make sure I do this at a good angle that won't need his active help… Just the welcoming pulses of his member.

From his side, I lean forward and use the tip of my tongue to tease the opening of his oozing urethra. My tongue finds its was in easily enough, and I start wiggling it around to encourage the flesh to open more. His member twitches, and I feel that tube gape slightly, leaving the tip of my tongue hovering inside the start of that passage with a bit of clearance on all sides. I close my lips, tongue tip still out, and push my nose forward.

My heart skips a beat as that meaty head stretches a bit to welcome the front of my muzzle in. If I was swimming in his scent earlier, now I'm inhaling nothing at all except his rich, soupy musk. It takes all my willpower to not violently shove my face inward and wake him up with the force…

Instead, I gently, firmly, slowly ease my head forward over his hip and into that glorious member. Goosebump go up all over my body as the lips of that piss slit ease their way over the bridge of my muzzle and up over my eyes. I slowly rise from a kneel to a squat as the tip of that rhino dick stretches around the widest part of my head. Pre is flowing all around me, and I can feel it start soaking into my mane… I hope all that fur doesn't tickle such sensitive (but powerful) flesh to the point of waking my man up.

I can feel that meat start pulsing around my head now, and can feel an apparent sucking start beckoning me down that tube… My fear of a tickling mane is unfounded as it slides in easily and uneventfully enough, wet with rhino fluid, and my ears are plastered to the sides of my head as I truly start sliding down inexorably toward my final home in my boyfriend's massive nuts.

I honestly start losing track of time and position with how musk-addled and fantasy-wild my brain is at this point. I know I cum hands-free against the side of the bed at some point; I'm made to fully stand as I feel the head of that still-swelling manhood slide between my torso and my rhino's big, hairy thigh; my head makes it into that churning chamber as his angled tip fits itself nicely around my ankles, with my feet hanging an inch or two off the group off the edge of the bed. Time almost seems to stop here, as I picture in my head how masculine and powerful my rhino must look, his big pot belly still rising and falling softly in his sleep while a lion-shaped bulge fills his member as it dangles off the side of the bed and a beanbag that looks vaguely like my head rests between his thighs...

Before I know it, my entire slickened body is curled up awkwardly in that wet, musky chamber. I'm drinking cum, or pre, or whatever this fluid is that's seeping from the walls and surrounding me – claiming me, I know. I manage to get a paw down to my own crotch and almost instantly cum again. It's not surprising, as my nose, my lungs, surely my brain are all now fully flooded with that earthy, tangy musk I've always adored, and am now getting in concentrations I could only ever dream of. My body starts feeling all tingly after my second climax, and I'm not sure if it's from the climax itself or if it's from what I know these balls are doing to me. I don't care. Honestly I've never paid a ton of attention to the noises coming from down here any time someone else has taken this fateful plunge into my rhino's sack.

I picture him again, now with a sleeping-bag-sized mound of lumpy, lightly wiggling flesh spreading his legs wide, with his member down back to a more reasonable though still big size as it drapes lazily over his hip with a dribble of pre running down his skin to the sheets below… A member that I hope takes on a little bit of my mass after all is said and done here. I cum hands-free again, making my crotch feel numb and like my balls have shriveled into raisins with how much liquid they've spent. It makes me wonder… Will my boyfriend's next load have a few drops of actual lion cum among the gallons of lion-fueled rhino jizz, or will the process breaking my body down do the same to the last little free bits of my DNA? I guess it probably will.

At this point, the level of creamy liquid in the dark, cramped chamber rises to overtake my head. It's probably not quite as much as I would think just yet, since I'm taking up so much space and my man's seed is only filling in the tiny gaps left, but it'll be buckets soon enough as solid inevitably becomes liquid. So I'm not just drinking it now – I'm breathing it. My nasal passages sting like none other; my lungs start to burn; but in my lust-addled brain, I'm still in heaven.

For a manhood to be so powerful, so masculine to the point it can easily claim an entire other man and effortlessly churn him into its own potent seed… It's male perfection in my mind, something I just couldn't help always devoting myself to so naturally, even against the carnivore-herbivore paradigm one might expect from a relationship like ours. My rhino is just s-