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“What…?"

He slurred a little, feeling his jaw drop and slip out of his control. Same as his tongue as he tried to reach for his mouth, solely to find ropes biting his wrists. He… No, they resisted his mental commands; those were enchanted ropes formless magic could not control. So, he sighed. Reshan looked up, his relatively short canine muzzle pointing to the ceiling; he could see and make out through the tiny LED lights peppering the room.

His red eyes observed the beams supporting the roof… Then down. He looked at the floor, recently waxed and relatively clean. Then, he looked right… Left. Wait, he knew this place.

“What is this?" he asked, trying to make out the many black shapes popping in and out until a door opened and with it… Light. Blinding light, he couldn't even hide or protect his eyes from, except by closing them.

He growled, much like any other wolf would do in his situation. His furry ears twitched, the piercings clinging, but he picked the sounds of steps. Heavy steps.

Finally, Reshan opened his eyes to see and notice where he was. A living room, one he used to know. And as the blinds opened with the typical whirr from the engine, the Wolf faced and scowled at the Rabbit before him.

“Klein," snarled Reshan, showing his teeth.

“Hello, Son-in-law… Or parasite," said the Rabbit, wearing a long robe, tufty, that hid his muscular body… But not that white-furred face or the scars popping from underneath, pinkish… Or the blue eyes frowning.

The same glare the first time Reshan and Klein met.

Years ago, Reshan was an aspiring demonology teacher. Young, talented, the Wolf was eager to prove himself. So eager and genuine, in fact, it was how he managed to attract the attention of Sein, Klein's Son, and Teacher for the Enchantment classes. The young Rabbit was a lovely partner, one with whom Reshan had not only been eager to be with… But to start a family with the help of a fertility enchantment.

However, Klein never approved the relationship and showed it during their meetings, months and even years into the relationship. It was never enough, would be never enough. And Klein, working as the Academy Dean, made all the efforts to make Reshan's life difficult.

He even dabbled into curses and hexes, something that was so illegal the Rabbit was instantly demoted when people caught whiff of it.

Even then, Reshan never stopped hearing, through the grapevine: how Klein was eager to ruin the Wolf's life; How Reshan was a parasite in Klein's eyes; How all of Klein's problems were Reshan's fault, and so on. He took it as a sort of early dementia from the old Rabbit… And yet.

Even as Reshan watched his Father-in-law, he did not see someone whose mind slipped into madness. He saw someone in complete control of their means and acting cocky.

“Well. What do we have, this time? Kidnapping? Sleeping curse? Enchanted material used for criminal uses. Klein? Are you stooping so low?"

“Anything to get your dirty paws off my wondrous son, Reshan."

Klein answered with a chuckle as he snapped. And… Well, there were gagging noises, more scents. Reshan's eyes widened, and he turned to notice a Rabbit sitting by his right side. And another on his left. Appeared.

Sein, on his right, his Husband: A pudgy and quite easy-going Rabbit. He had plump cheeks, golden eyes, one dropping right ear, and… Well, a smile that made any predator smile. However, on his left, there was someone else.

As Reshan turned his eyes, he noticed how someone else had been captured just like them. Fein. Reshan and Sein's son.

“YOU DARED?" shouted Reshan, his red eyes drifting from his young and lean Son back to his Father-in-law, watching him acting all smug while he reached for the drink cupboard to get a bottle of wine and a glass.

“You dared to soil our golden lineage with your Predator blood," answered Klein with that typical puritanism that had poisoned their relationship.

“Dad, you-Hrmph!"

“That's between us, Son. Don't worry, Dad is handling it for us three."

“Us three?"

Reshan shouted, watching his son, too, silenced. He watched those red eyes tremble with rage and fear as the young-looking Rabbit pulled on his bindings. Unlike Sein with his white fur and plump shapes, Fein had more developed muscles and tufts of black fur sticking to his cheeks, nose, and ears. Similar to the rest of his body, showing his Canine lineage.

“You dragged us three together here… Y-You crazy! I will call-"

“You won't call your demons. This place is isolated," answered Klein by aerating his wine, before taking a sip. “But this doesn't matter."

“Yes! Yes it matters! You crazy fuck!" shouted Reshan, pulling on his bindings, enough to almost start to tilt the chair he was sitting on.

“No. Because today, I take back what you took from me!" shouted Klein, raising one hand. One hand almost covered with a black and oily substance with little droplets of purple appearing from it. A… Curse.

“Don-"

But it was too late, Klein said one word. One word that seemed so wrong, so twisted Reshan couldn't comprehend it. And the spell was gone. What spell? What bindings? Where?

The Wolf moved, freed, and stood up, echoed by his family. Fein and Sein were, too, up and above, with their ears dropping and their eyes glazed over.

Then, Klein approached his son. The old Rabbit still had his wine. He took a sip while Reshan watched, and… With a soft chuckle, Klein leaned to kiss Sein. To have their lips meet, to have their tongue tie, to have their breaths united.

“D-Degene-rate!" articulated Reshan through his lips. Where did this come from? Shouldn't he be silent and obedient? Yet, he spoke through his teeth, watching that scene and feeling repulsed. Why? Why would he be appalled by such a vision? It was normal, expected. There was nothing to do.

Still, Klein looked at Reshan and frowned. Then… Hands.

White and gray hands landed on Reshan's shirt and chest, stroking them. Passing over the Wolf's pectorals. But Sein was still with Klein.

Only then, as the Wolf turned and twisted his head, he saw that familiar face. He saw those eager lips, luscious and covered with a slight sheen of saliva. He saw those red eyes, eager. He saw those ears up and about.

It didn't take much more for Reshan to kiss those lips while Fein's hands ran over his chest, undoing the buttons one by one. No, for those digits to feel the Canine's hairy chest, to dig into those abs, into that thin layer of fat making everything more worthwhile. One by one, the buttons were undone and then, it was the belt's turn. In return, Reshan kicked his shoes off while stroking and caressing his son's developed jaw, a contrast to the softer Rabbits. He passed a hand on those cheekbones, on the base of those ears he stroked. Their lips kissed and met, Reshan feeling his neck burn from keeping such a posture and so would for Fein.

But they didn't complain as Reshan's clothes were stripped from him. Shirt, pants… Only remained his socks and… Well. His briefs. Brief Fein pulled down, yanked down until…

“Keep that thing away from my eyes."

The tremor shook Reshan as he felt his son's hand cup and cover his parts, instantly.

Reshan's eyes went to the two other Rabbits that were together. Sein had already stripped and had knelt between Klein's legs. The older Rabbit had his pants open, his belt undone, and his son was already starting to su-

“Hrmph!"

Fein's hands still on Reshan's groin, he looked at his grandfather. But Klein's gaze allowed no failure as the young Rabbit slowly dropped. Slipped down, then… With one push, he slid between Reshan's legs, forcing the right one to lift.

Fein could have circumvented the old Canine… But no, he did so and instantly stood up to hide what he had unveiled from Klein's eyes.

Then, he smiled as he turned, facing the prize he was hiding with his body.

Reshan… Was hung. Not only compared to Rabbits, though his Husband's family was on the upper echelon. But his cock was massive, red like fire, with a tappered tip and a bulbous knot at the base, already swollen and slipped off the Canine's sheath.

Moreover, his testicles, hairy and pendulous, swung between his legs with each movement, with each tremor shaking the Wolf as he had his son's breath onto the sensitive red skin, the lips almost on the verge to… Kiss that cock.

And it did.

Silence. Moans. Mumbles. But no words.

They moved as one, acted as one, followed what order Klein wanted of them. He wanted Reshan to be with his foul-blooded Son. And so, the Canine's hands reached between the Rabbit's ears, stroking the darker tuft while the mouth opened to swallow… His mast. His spire. His cock. The old Canine sighed and grumbled, his body tensing and his legs almost dancing on the wooden floor, his nails clicking, while he felt that mouth open up and… Swallow.

Swallow… Swallow… Swallow.

No teeth this time. No fear of scrapping. No gagging, too.

Reshan's mouth opened and a deep groan escaped it as he felt his son's mouth welcoming him, ushering him deeper than anywhere Sein could have. His drool dripped from his mouth, forming thin threads no different than a rabid predator before the droplets fell on those twitching and erect ears, on that forehead, on that nose that was already sticky from Reshan's precum.

One sticky, musky, and exceedingly salty precum.

Yet, far from stopping, Reshan stroked Fein's nape, guiding him… No, encouraging him to go deeper. Encouraged his son to ignore the tension coming from the poked uvula and instead to accept the pain, the tension, the… Need.

Again, Reshan's nails clicked on the wood, feeling light and lighter by the second while his cock, ushered and massaged, was the source of a birthing and… Almost desired pleasure. Deeper, deviant, depraved. But oh so pleasant as the Canine's voice rumbled with delight. His tail wagged behind him, his hamstrings tensed, so did his scrotum.

But he was not climaxing, not yet.

But the pleasure he felt was intense, permeating him, blanketing thoughts and worries, and fears, and doubts, and regrets, and… Anger.

An anger when the Canine's red eyes drifted to see his Father-in-law holding his Husband's head and fucking that mouth. Klein was not gentle, had never been. But here, the older Rabbit displayed a dedication to fuck and show his dominance over Sein… Even if it meant hearing his son gargling and choking and almost retching.

That thought soon vanished when Reshan heard his son's distant moans and grumbles. He looked down, watching how Fein had pulled his pants down and started to rub his groin through the underwear while he kept sucking and licking his Father's cock, going from sucking to leaving the tip alone.

The latter was the most frustrating, but it was what made the sudden rush, the impalement, the forceful suck all the more pleasing.

All the more… Delightful as Reshan's cock sprang against his son's throat, bulging through the skin and extending against the Adam's apple.

Their pleasure was growing, though Reshan seemed to be more enduring and taking it slowly, whereas his son was happily and hastily stroking himself once he got his uncut shaft out of the underwear. He masturbated quickly, eager to get his nuts out. No… To do it in tandem. To cum, to ejaculate, the exact moment his Dad did.

A thought, an idea… A perverse temptation Reshan was aware of as he bit his lips and felt his pleasure growing, steadily.

Resahan was keeping it together for his son, pushing down the pleasure by biting his lips. More… And more went the excitation until Reshan had to taste the iron in his saliva. But his son's movements were frantic, even his moans, even the distant sounds from his masturbation.

They echoed and contrasted with Sein, whose groan was loud and clear, following Klein's shortly. Then… The two rabbits moved somewhere else.

It didn't matter… It didn't matter for the Wolf anymore as he scratched that nape and guided his son deep. He had been pushing his orgasm long enough, his balls felt like they were bursting and so did his prostate.

The old Wolf couldn't contain himself and it seemed Fein, too, was at the edge. An edge they passed almost together when Reshan grabbed his son's head and yanked him closer. Closer enough to have that knot at the lips, almost knotting them, before he relaxed his grip.

But what mattered, what was important to them, happened. A moan, double. It came from the Predator. It came from the Prey as ropes of cum were shot. Either from the masturbated and stroked cock… Or the one firmly lodged in the throat.

Salty, musky like that of a wolf, dense. Their fluids were similar, quite so, as they stained mouth and muzzle, floor and feet. Then… As the moment came to a stop. The nape was released, the limp organ…

Their red eyes locked as the Rabbit stood up slowly, pushing against his feet and kicking away his brief and pants. Fein still had his vest and shirt, his fur looked disheveled… Damp, dirty. Grimy around the face. Yet…

Yet, Reshan's lips rushed to meet his, to kiss his, to share the embrace and the kiss, for their bodies to press together before… Well… They had their arms tangled together in a daring embrace. Their muzzles pressed and hit and met. They were ceaseless while the tongues coiled and danced in a moment that seemed to last for hours yet too short. Too short somehow as Reshan's mind started to drift.

[I]“It had been good. Way better than before."

[/I]Before? With whom?

He blinked. Looked at his son, looked at the traits mixing both heritage, and…

Reshan felt the need to go upstairs with his son. He was feeling sleepy, his son, too. They needed to rest now, to take a break. To… Let it go.

They did not have to think or question whether they needed to go. One room had been ready for them, with a mere carpet where they ought to sleep on it like pets. They stripped what remained of their clothes, socks and vest, and lay down.

They did sleep together, not even as the day outside was solely starting.

But it was the order. They were sleepy, they had to sleep. Together, their legs and arms joined, tangled, pressed together… Their chests almost touching and brushing with every breath while Fein's breath was on his Father's neck, brushing the darker fur and easing the older Canine in this situation… In this moment until they were called, once more.

Waking up as one, they left the room while they still reeked of sex and sweat. They followed the indication, the order, until they entered the bathroom upstairs. Steam welcomed the two as they saw Klein and Sein in a bath, with the older and bigger Rabbit having one arm over the oversized bathtub edge.

Right away, Fein moved to stand before Reshan, hiding his Dad's sheath and fuzzy nuts.

“Good boy. You might be sullied, but you learn well," praised Klein, waving at his son who offered him a lit cigar to smoke just for a second.

“Fuck your Son," Klein said.

“Yes."

Reshan's mouth moved on his own. So did his fingers as he gripped Fein's thighs to bring him closer. Once out of the way, the Canine had a full view of the Rabbit's smug smile while he took another puff, all the while stroking Sein's body and… cheeks as they were out of the water. No… Klein was even fingering his son while watching the events unroll.

Reshan's clawed fingers were delicate in holding his son's thighs, keeping him close while his erection sprouted and grew without having to think about anything erotic. It merely happened, it merely was, it merely would take his son… But for the moment, the tapered tip pressed and poked at Fein's fluffy tail. It rubbed and smeared precum on it while the Canine smiled to himself… He smiled as he watched his son's eager pucker wink at him.

“Take him. Do it fast," said Klein, taking another puff and well, going at it with his son's ass, the “[I]schlick schlick"[/I] filling the room for the moment as much as the steam.

Then… Reshan started.

His tip was ready, red, hard. It pressed against his son's entrance, fought against the tight sphincter trying to block and halt him. However, it passed. There was no cry, no pain, not even from the friction Reshan felt against his organ before his precum added to the lot, easing the movements.

His Son quivered and trembled, his mouth open. His ears twitched and remained stuck close to his skull while his tongue extended slightly. Saliva dripped from it and his tiny feet bounced on the tiled floor while Klein remained… Smug.

Smug and fingering Sein, kissing him too, and exchanging the smoke. Then, they returned both to observing Reshan and Fein fucking.

“See… That's your husband. Fucking your Son. It is better than way."

“Yes."

A yes, all three whispered to themselves as it was right, as it felt right. To Sein, to Fein, to Reshan whose cock was getting massaged and held by the tight sphincter, still innocent and unabused… Fein was no size-queen like his father. But in return, the orifice had such velvety walls, such a tender embrace. The Canine couldn't resist it.

He couldn't resist how better it was to fuck his son than his Husband. Much better to feel the tender muscles under his paws rather than the layers of fat he had to hold carefully.

Then… He picked up the pace.

His Son's hole was tight, but he had to move and push. He had to go through that back-and-forth, he knew he had to. And so did Fein as he straightened and then leaned back, had his back pressed against Reshan's chest while the Canine's hands moved up to Fein's chest.

Together, joined, united. They moved as one as the old Canine was moving faster and faster. He… Oh. He had to cum. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now.

The order pushed against his nerves as his instinct and needs, base and primal, were to hold on. To wait until he was ready and then knot that ass. But the order echoed, pushed, made him bare his teeth until… His ears dropped, his lips followed, and a whine joined.

Whine and moans as Fein, too, ejaculated. Ejaculating both a wasted orgasm.

“See. He cannot hold on too long like me," chuckled Klein, pervert and still fingering his son until… Sein came. And moaned.

“Yes… Daddy."

“What do you think, Reshan? Do you have something better to say, Predator?"

No… He wouldn't.

Reshan was in the palm of his Father-in-law's hand. He couldn't fight the order, couldn't fight the need to ejaculate. And above all else, the need to submit to his every joke and whims. No, he sighed.

Soon, the hold on his mind felt lighter as he watched Klein and Sein step out of the bath, with Klein's hand still on his son's ass.

“Take a bath. It smells like wet dog here."

Klein chuckled on the way out, and so did Sein at the joke.

Reshan stood there… He stood still, holding onto his son until the door closed and he… Sighed.

No, they sighed. Fein looked above his shoulders with an air of confusion, but Reshan nodded and pulled back. He hadn't knotted his son, so all the cum he had ejaculated started to drip from the orifice before the two moved quickly to the still warm bath. All the soap formed bubbles as they went inside it, hiding parts of their bodies as they remained close together… As they remained practically in that embrace.

“Are we… Under control, Dad?" asked Sein, his voice soft.

“I doubt it. I would have known," said Reshan. Still, he couldn't resist the urge to grip his son's shoulders to drag him closer away before he cupped some soapy water and let it drop all over Fein's back before he rubbed that dirty fur.

Silence. Silence as Reshan's fingers dug and undid the knot formed by the fur, caked with sweat.

“Dad. What are we?"

“We are a…"

The thought escaped him. No. No order there. But it was akin to saying something without believing it. Without trusting it.

“We are?"

“… A couple?"

Yes, it felt right. It felt right even though it had been only a few moments with his son. But at the same time, Reshan knew Fein better than anyone else. Truth was, they were close even before. But now…

“Is that true?"

“Yes."

Reshan mumbled but felt his son's back pressing against his chest, ushering him into another embrace. Yet, there was something wrong to the Canine's thoughts as he gripped his son's shoulders to make him turn. They had to fight a bit, to struggle with their legs until Reshan had his son's chest pressed against his. Until they were almost muzzle to muzzle while Reshan's legs were higher to allow Fein's legs to wrap around his waist.

Luckily for them, the bathtub allowed them to move around. The Canine looked at his son, watching those red eyes. For so long, he had been guiding and educating that young Rabbit whose eyes were his, as well as that black fur. It peppered all over the limbs like a reminder of the union between Sein and Reshan.

A union that… Didn't matter anymore?

It was plainly better to be with Fein. Fein, who knew a part of Reshan's troubles among the prey, Fein, who was aware of their difference. Fein, who was… Just a better lover for a Predator like Reshan?

“Do you love me?"

Question. A question that echoed through Reshan's mind. Did he love his son?

Yes of course. Who wouldn't love their Son? Who would reject them?

The Canine scoffed and pressed his lips against his son, sampling the faint perfume. They kissed, with their tongue tying as Reshan held onto his son tight. He didn't want to leave him. He loved his son. Loved his son's presence, yes. That was all true.

Why bother with Sein if his Husband was better with his Father-in-law? Sein loved Klein, wanted to be with him. It was better for him, too.

So Reshan would have his son, would have Fein for himself, have his very blood as he chuckled.

“What is that?"

“Nothing," answered Reshan, stroking his son's fur and cupping more water to drench it, to clean it of all the dust and grime that stuck to it. But as he did so, as he inhaled the perfume and soap aroma coming from Fein's body… Reshan grumbled. And his stomach growled.

“Shit."

“Yes. I guess we were too lost fucking," explained Sein. An astute explanation Reshan accepted with a nod as he continued to rub his son's body, making sure no spot was left spare and dirty. He wouldn't allow his S… His lover to be dirty and uncared for. A thought echoed by his wagging tail.

“Let's finish cleaning ourselves, and I'll cook us something."

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“Stupid Dog, can you not retain my instruction? My Son could do it better than you!"

Reshan's ears dropped at the reprimand. Sure, the drawing and painting were not perfect, Reshan worked as a demonologist, not as an enchanter.

And last time, it was Sein who did the work.

But his tracing was proper and clean. Moreover, he had managed to follow the details, and the ink was already glimmering on Fein's fur, changing from the dull black to a rich purple that was to turn pink once the impregnation was complete.

Then, with a sigh, Reshan stood up and stretched… And shared a conniving smile with Fein, who chuckled back.

“Hey!" shouted Klein. “Focus!"

“We're focused," answered Fein, speaking on Reshan's behalf as they stood in the circle, the Wolf slipping his left arm behind Fein's back, near that fluffy tail and fluffy posterior he was to take.

“Fine. Is the enchantment ready?"

“They are," chimed in Sein. He, too, had his purple womb-tattoo drawn on the fur. Though, Sein did it himself since he would have his child with Klein. “We can start."

With a smile, Reshan offered Fein his hand. Echoed by his former Husband and Father-in-law.

They held on, while the ritual drawn on the living room's floor started to glimmer. So did the Tattoos as the participants began to exchange their mana, to share it and make it circulate through them as the enchantment, purple, started to change in color. Clearer, clearer, clearer. With it, heat emanated from each line. No, from the entire tattoo. The fur itself was akin to a bonfire, and Reshan couldn't contain his desire as he approached their joined hands to the belly, to feel that warmth… That lust that spread and captured most of Fein's body like it did with Sein years ago.

Then, as the Tattoo reached its final phase, the ink seemed to… Sink into the fur. Not only was the ink absorbed but it descended along the fur, marking the strands, the skin, until it became an integral part of the Rabbits' bodies… As much as the enchantment.

“It's done," said Sein, his voice raspy. Fein nodded along.

And soon, each one had their lips meet with their lovers, had their bodies pulled… No, yanked closer to those they yearned to be with. Their smiles were earnest, and so were the hands passing over the tender hips and posterior, so were the nails and claws cupping the cheeks to get a feel of the prim entrances.

Enraptured all the same, the Son-in-law and Father-in-law licked their lips and placed themselves behind their lovers to hold them closer and tighter. But from there, it changed.

Klein and Sein stepped back from the circle, right to have Klein sitting on the couch with his son on his lap, his smile devious as he was eager to caress and stroke Sein's body.

Reshan? No. He did not drag Fein's back. But he had his hands exploring the shoulders, the torso, the belly, the lower groin. A moment, the Wolf's muzzle nudged the Rabbit's neck while his clawed fingers found Sein's erection… Then… Lower. Lower went the fingers until they were both bending, bowing, breaking…

The hands found purchase, the arms wrapped, the shoulders tensed. And so… Reshan lifted Fein off the ground, lifting the young-looking Rabbit like it was no effort while Fein held on his father's neck to stay steady.

“Here… We go. Ready for Daddy?" asked Reshan, hefting the weight closer to his chest, assuring their united balance as he was about to fuck his son upright, showing off his strength… And well, manhood to Klein.

“Yes," whispered back Fein, eager as that red Canine Cock smacked and slapped against Fein's gaping entrance. The orifice was swollen from their last fucking, solely one hour ago, and some cum was still dripping from the exposed entrance.

However, that semen would not impregnate Fein. In a way, the ritual was not yet finished as it needed for them both to climax, to reach their pleasure.

Soon enough, however, they were moaning and sighing as Reshan's red canine cock plunged deep inside Fein's orifice. As that tapered tip delved deep inside the orifice, stretching it wide and thin. Oh, the rim was only a thin ring, suckling and squeezing Reshan without stopping it. Fein was still tight, but the young Hybrid was aware how to release the tension and had become adept.

Enough for them to enjoy, to appreciate the moment as Reshan's organ, throbbing and eager, started to pump inside the entrance.

In… Out… In… Out…

The movement was steady, controlled. So were Reshan's movements as he held onto his son's knees, keeping them close while their entire position weighed on their core. It burned… But oh, it burned good as everything moved slowly.

This time, it was not a powerful breeding like they felt like it whenever they were close to Klein. It was a long and thorough moment, one they shared with cautious breaths and low moans. An instance of pleasure they enjoyed despite the pressure growing inside their groins altogether.

“Deeper," asked Fein, practically begging as Reshan cock pulled out, yanked out… Solely to slip again inside, to be stroked and carefully held. Deeper?

Yes, he could go deeper. And so, the movement led for that waist to drop further, further… Until those cheeks rubbed, touched, felt, Reshan's throbbing knot. One that was red, burning, and desiring to claim.

Beyond, Klein and Sein were lip-locked, fucking like their species with Sein bouncing on his father's lap.

But closer? Where Reshan and Fein stood?

It was a long and more tender approach despite the flow of fluids dripping and falling amidst the circle… One that sounded almost romantic despite their cocks feeling almost to burst, despite the rubbing on the prostate and length that sent their minds spiraling from the pleasure.

Their eyes rolled. The claws dug into the skin. The arms locked closer around the neck. There was no need to be omniscient to see them edging closer to their orgasms. Even checking Reshan's wagging tail was enough to tell they were… Lost, taken, fully embracing the moment.

Then. Then… As their bodies moved faster, driven by the need, as that knot hammered and dug into Fein's rim… Reshan moaned.

Moaned and so did Fein as their orgasms were so close. So high, so intense. The sensation bit, swallowed, devoured them until remained but a long and deep moan. One that continued as that knot slipped inside, locking and bulging until they were bound. Bound and climax… Cumming… Ejaculating all over themselves and inside Fein.

Until cum dribbled from Fein's ruined asshole, from his overswollen belly now glimmering like another light. Son and Father. Lovers. Husbands.

With a smile, Reshan nudged Fein's face, kissing that cheek as he tried to remain on his wobbly legs.

“Will you be mine, Fein?"

“I am already yours," chuckled the Rabbit, daring to stroke his swollen belly which was bound to swell more over the following months… And maybe many times.