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Part 7: Youth is Wasted on the Hung

Sylva had never felt so full in his life. Not even Magnus could bloat his womb with his nut. Sylva felt like he needed to wrap up with that gut and hold it close to him, a deep need to nest filling his body as he was carried to the showers. He rubbed cum over his distended gut, his belly glazed in hog nut that made him feel warm. He flexed his toes, the gummy piglet batter glazing his own little piggies as he was whisked off in the arms of the man who had thoroughly glazed him in his spunk.

It wasn’t until he was sat down on the ground that he realized where he was. He opened his eyes, the cum on his eyelashes making it difficult to do so. The old green tile of the showers greeted him. There were several men there, all in different states of arousal and shock, though if any of them attempted to get too close, Randy would snort and they backed off.

“R-Randy…” Sylva felt weak and heavy, every movement sloshing that spunk inside of him. He swore he felt it leaking into his fallopian tubes. He knew that wasn’t possible, but still.

“I’m here baby,” Randy smirked. “Called in a couple favors to get you all cleaned up.”

“Cleaned up?” Sylva was exhausted. “What do you mean?”

Sylva didn’t need to think too hard on that question as the shower head above them was turned on, already at the perfect temperature. Sylva had flash backs to when Crux had raped him in the shower, but he had long since stopped caring about that. There wasn’t anything he could do besides snuggle up to Magnus and hopefully get one over on the cocky Zebra…one day…

The possum’s mind was graced by a blooming of pleasure as Randy’s fingers slipped over his gaping folds. A thick sloshing and bubbling glork of thick, chunky pig nut oozed out of Sylva’s cunt as the hog pulled the possum into his lap, his pussy hovering over the drain as the hog fingered his pussy.

“We got to get that nut out of you. I don’t care how many drugs you’ve been taking, we leave that in long enough you’ll be bloated with a littler of piglets.” Randy moaned, his cock pressed between Sylva’s cheeks, grinding between them as he continued to finger and play with that pussy, his forearm gently pressing down on the possum’s bloated belly. Every push, even the slightest amount of pressure caused it to flop out in thick globs.

Sylva moaned, his body feeling still full, but it was like taking a piss after holding it in all day. It was euphoric even though he felt himself emptying. The possum gave a sigh, his face going to nuzzle into Randy’s neck, the boar’s stubble scratching the possum’s whiskers. Randy leaned in, his maw opening as he took Sylva’s mouth with his tongue, making out with the cboy as he continued to play with that pussy, pressing down on that bloated belly and letting it gargle out like some perverted babbling brook.

“Ah! Ha ha ha!” Sylva broke the kiss, his pussy felt sore before from the beating, but this was almost too much too fast. “Stop…stop stop stop…”

Randy slowed his ministrations, his pushing slowing down and the pain ebbing into an aching pleasure. A constant ooze of cum was still coming out of those abused petals , but not nearly as fast. Sylva’s body wanted to hold onto that nut. Hell, HE wanted to hold onto that nut. It was warm, and he swore he could feel the sperm writhing inside his womb looking to take root in an egg that simply wasn’t there. The pain was borne from a need to keep it inside, and his pussy was too weak to clamp up to keep it. So, they stayed there, several men jacking over them as they watched Randy continue to play with that thoroughly used pussy.

“You know with each nut, Magnus will want you to fork over the appropriate amount of dough, and I will be letting him know.” Randy snorted. “So you want to bukkake my whore? You better have the funds for it.”

A couple of the guys stopped stroking and pulled away, but several figures continued to jerk over them, Sylva moaning into Randy’s shoulder as he took to deflating his cum belly again. The hog pressed his forearm down on that gut, the twins Sylva was holding slowly deflated down to a single babe as the water washed the musky glaze from the two. Thick gummy wads of nut were left behind that would take some serious scrubbing to get rid of, but in that moment Sylva felt safe, content, almost free as he nuzzled into Randy, his thick gut pressing into his back and keeping him at an arch as his pussy shot thick globs of hog nut down the drain, clogging it up before it needed to well down other drains nearby.

A warm smack on Sylva’s face and a loud groan alerted him to the first of many clients that he was about to gain for Magnus. A shiver ran down the possum’s spine as he realized they might as well be throwing wads of cash at him like a cheap whore. He bit his lip and gasped as rope after rope of cum smacked his face, his pussy clenching in a shallow orgasm as the fresh warm cum of a half dozen guys glazed his face. They shot their load and left, treating Sylva like a living cum rag before cleaning up and moving on.

This went on for a long time, Sylva was feeling pruned up with how wet he was the whole time, but eventually his baby belly had gone down to a small little bump that was squelching out little globs of nut that Randy was working out with practiced ease. With a nut Randy was capable of, he would have to be custom to working it out as much as he was to working it in.

Just as he thought they were done, Randy started to squeal, his cock that had been hot-dogging his buns throbbed, and he could feel the powerful jet of cum splatter over his thick globes. Sylva wanted to slap him, he was so exhausted he wanted to just curl up and sleep, but this was something else. The thick shots squirted against his tail, gargling up between them and coating his back in warm slick that slowly died off.

“I think that’s our time,” Randy snorted and gently set Sylva down on the ground to let him finish cleaning up.

“Huh?” Sylva’s eyes fluttered. “But…what…where’s my…protection…”

Sylva felt a strong, yet gentle hand take his. He knew that powerful paw by now. It was Whispers.

“I got you,” Whispers said softly. “Do you need help?”

“I…I can’t stand…” Sylva tried to open his eyes, but the water and cum made it almost impossible to see anything. Whispers helped the worn out possum clean himself off before bringing him to his cell to sleep it off. He had never slept so soundly in his time in the prison.

***

“Proud of you Cheeks,” Magnus slapped Sylva on the back during breakfast the next morning. “You not only satisfied your client. You advertised how well your product works under stress, and you got me six more clients to bust in the same session! Toothless can’t help but rave about your sexy silk, got people tripping over themselves to shuck money at me.”

Sylva winced at the massive palm on his back, but leaned into Magnus and murred. It was an act, but he needed the big elephant to think he was enamored with his approval. Checkers taught him that. His tail wrapped around Magnus’s leg and he gave a little cooing chirp of appreciation.

“Quit brown nosin’,” Ears shot from across the table. “Boo!”

“And what have you got for me Carols?” Magnus’s steely gaze fell on the bat, calling him by his real name to get his attention. “Last I heard you’ve been causing problems in my circle. Try not to make yourself more trouble than you’re worth.”

Sylva was looking at Ears, the bat a little huffy, but he had real fear in his eyes.

“I got the location of Law’s next meetin’,” Ears said picking at his scrambled eggs. “I’ll have more intel for you by tonight.”

“Good,” Magnus grunted. Sylva slid his hand over the elephant’s massive thigh, finding the beastly dick he had was chubbed in his scrubs. Sylva gently bounced his fingers over it, stroking the man’s ego as Magnus got the rush from his power trip. Sylva was starting to realize that the elephant ruled with cruelty not just because he could, but because it thrilled him.

Suddenly Sylva felt his wrist gripped under the table. Magnus’s thick hand almost crushed his forearm with his massive meaty fingers. He discreetly moved the hand away from his thigh before gently petting the possum’s back. It was a deliberate show of control that rang loud in Sylva’s mind.

“Save it for your client,” Magnus grunted to his little prison bitch. “I got a huge one on the line for tonight, and I need you on the top of your game. Hey, Ishmael? You secure what I asked?”

Sylva blinked as he looked up at the fox on the table. He was lanky and handsome, but almost unassuming. The possum never thought much of the fox or paid him much mind. He always seemed to be a silent player on the table. When he spoke though Sylva was surprised at how smooth his voice was.

“You got it boss,” Ishmael confirmed. The unassuming fox going from wallflower to suave and demure in no time flat. It was like Sylva was looking at a different person! How did he do that! He went from completely faded in the background to being bright and vibrant, pulling the attention of the full table. “My girl on the outside just so happened to be on her cycle. She was more than willing to send what we needed.”

“Which girl we talking? Eliza? Carmine? Nataly?” Diesel elbowed the fox a few times.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells. Loose lips sink ships as the saying goes,” Ishmael smirked. “Unless boss wants me to spill, of course.”

The fox looked up at Magnus who simply gave a satisfied grunt, dismissing the thought. Then, the fox’s eyes glanced down to meet Sylva’s. Ishmael gave a wink that sent a shiver down the possum’s spine.

“Do that again, and I’ll charge ya,” Magnus had a crooked smirk. Was he joking with Ishmael?

“Then I better wink with both eyes from now on,” Ishmael shrugged. “Either way, you’ll find the package on your bed. Under no circumstances are you to open it in your cell. Only open it once you get to the client. Got that cutie?”

Sylva blushed, his face burning pink.

“Oh, that’s why they call you Cheeks, huh,” Ishmael smiled. “Still, I’m going to need a nod from you.”

Sylva blinked, nodding quickly before looking around the table. Everyone saw, and everyone was stifling sinkers and whispering to one another. It took everything in Sylva not to scowl at that arrogant fox. He was going to glare daggers at him, but when he looked back, Ishmael didn’t look like himself anymore. He looked like the quiet little fox he had always known, shrinking back form the focus. It was almost hard to notice him with how…normal he looked.

The rest of breakfast went by as normal, everyone giving their reports and what not, but Ishmael was now an entirely different beast. The quiet little fox now seemed like a leviathan of a player in this game that Magnus was playing. It was like spotting an owl at roost. Jarring to see such a majestic and deadly creature simply standing still, yet still easy to miss.

Another person, of many, Sylva needed to not cross.

***

Sylva was brought into a room much like Magnus’s. It was a private cell with a bed and personal bath. He was told to wait for his client and to get ready with the provided clothing that Ishmael had procured for him. It wasn’t much clothing for it all to fit in small zip-lock, but he decided it was time to stop questioning the things he was asked and just do them.

Sylva ditched his clothes, opting to have them strewn on the floor leading up to the bed. Magnus said his client wanted to be desired, to feel wanted, and in lieu of rose petals, he would just have to throw down other hints. The naked possum sat down on the bed, his thick cheeks sinking into the mattress as he held the little bag in his hands. He couldn’t quite tell exactly what was in it, but he knew it was black and lacy.

“Here goes nothing,” Sylva sighed and cracked the bag open.

Instantly the room filled with the smell of female musk. It was sweet, it held a tantalizing warmth, and was tinged with something…primal.

“Fuck, that heat is fresh,” Sylva pulled out the clothing. It was a couple of lacy stockings and panties. Each were black as ink, but the panties had a dark stain on the inside where the female had placed her need. There were a few splotches on the soles of the stockings as well.

“Dude must be pretty important if he can afford a custom setting like this.” Sylva shrugged and slipped the panties on, his thick cheeks sucking that lace up and making it look like a thong. He did a quick look in the mirror and smacked his own ass, making it jiggle, the sound of a single thread on those panties popping. “Delicate little things. Maybe he’ll rip them off me.”

Sylva was starting to feel an excitement bubble up inside of him as he rolled the stockings on. He couldn’t tell if the heat pheromones were making him hot and heavy, or if it was just that he was starting to actually like his job, but he didn’t quite care. So long as he was safe from harm and could wait out his sentence, he might as well get railed in the meantime.

There was a timid knock at the door. So soft that Sylva didn’t hear it at first until there was a second knock and a clearing of someone’s throat.

“A-Are you ready in there?”

Sylva furrowed his brow. He knew that voice, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“Just a second,” Sylva sang as he laid back on the bed, making sure the first thing the guy would see as he slipped in would be the stockings. “Okay, come in!”

Sylva waited for a moment, so long he thought the man may not have heard him, but then the door opened. Silva smirked and started by running one foot up along his shin, accentuating his long legs and wide hips.

“Oh my, you are quite the vision,” the man announced as he came in. He took off his guard uniform’s cap, showing he worked at the prison. His dark hair was slicked back in a fairly young fashion, but the salt and pepper hue gave away his age. His black fur was covered in white stripes and markings, his eyes black as coal yet soft.

That’s where Sylva recognized him from! He was the badger that had processed him when he first arrived. He never got a good look at the guy from behind the glass because he was sitting down, but now he could take it all in. He was fit, but not overly so. His age had caused his muscles to soften with a layer of fat, but somehow that extra heft made him look beefier. He wasn’t as tall as Crux, but he wasn’t short either. That happy medium between tall and towering. He had a scruffy beard that was graying more in the front than on the sides.

“Hey there big guy,” Sylva smiled. “Been a while.”

“You remember me?” The badger gave a little half chuckle. “Glad I left a good enough impression.”

“How could I forget,” Sylva cocked his head. “You were the first one to process me when I got here.”

“And look how you’ve grown,” the badger’s beard shifted into a light smirk. “Told ya they’d love you in the pen.”

“I’m doing well for myself,” Sylva shrugged. “So, what is it that you wanted big guy?”

“Now, I don’t normally do stuff like this,” he confessed, tossing his hat onto the ground next to the door and walking over, his work shoes thudding against the cement flooring. “But I couldn’t help but think about you since the day you passed through those doors. Such a waste of youth.”

The badger sat down next to Sylva, the mattress bowing towards him and causing Sylva to lean over. Sylva decided to go with it and lean his head on the man’s shoulder, putting a hand on his thigh.

“And what would you have me do about that?” Sylva sighed.

“You youngin’s always wasting the youth you’ve been blessed with on stupid shit,” the badger sighed. “I envy the fact you can waste your time in prison, do stupid shit to get yourself locked in here and still have a semblance of a future when you get out. I spent my life on the straight-and-narrow, got me a wife and a couple of kids and going to be a granddad by the end of the year, but what will I have when it’s all over? More Christmases with the kids and the new ankle-biters? A lambo? Not very excitin if you ask me. So now, I’m going to reclaim some of that time I spent on the right path that ain’t got me nothing but the bare minimum. I want you to make me feel young again.”

“Young again?” Sylva cocked a brow, his delicate fingers rolling over the badger’s thigh. “How do you want me to do that for you?”

“You know,” the badger was chewing on his thoughts before he spat them out. “Call me a young stud and stuff. I mean, you’ve already done half the work with that heat. Best rolls in the sack with my wife were when she was on her cycle! Nothing beats breeding a nice sweet heat.”

Sylva could feel the frustration coming off of the badger. He knew how hard it could be to find the right words to describe your personal misery. Magnus had already taught him how to handle male frustration though. Stroke their ego.

“Come on now,” Sylva cooed, slipping off the bed and falling to his knees before him. “You think I noticed your age when you first walked in here?”

“I…what did you notice?” The badger blinked, leaning back, his shallow gut pushing the fabric of his shirt over his belt buckle by the tinniest amount.

“Well, you know what they say about guys with big feet,” Sylva started by pulling a lace from one of the guard’s shoes, undoing it and pulling it off, the socks beneath were long white tube socks. The light musk from those feet wafted up as Sylva took the other off. “Does that feel better, Sir?”

“I…um…my name is Theodore, but the misses calls me Theo,” the badger rattled off. It must have been second nature to mention his wife, yet Sylva still smiled.

“My clients call me Cheeks,” Sylva gently spread Theo’s legs apart, the gentle musk wafting up from his crotch from sitting all day. “Though, Magnus sometimes calls me Emma. Would that be better, Theo?”

“Oh my,” The badger sighed as he leaned back, his hands on the mattress as his crotch twitched, his bulge awakening. “I would like that very much Miss Emma.”

“Please Theo, just call me Emma,” Sylva gripped Theo’s belt, but Theo stopped him, his hands thick and calloused.

“No, not yet,” Theo gently directed Sylva back up into his arms. “Come here.”

Sylva’s spine tingled the way he said that as Theo’s lips pressed against his. Sylva could feel the apprehension there, the desire to be wanted and not be repulsed because of his age. Though, he couldn’t be any older than Magnus was, and he was a total stud. Sylva opened his maw, letting Theo take it. Their tongues danced as their lips smacked tenderly. This was the most gentle anyone had ever been with him here and he was ready to play softball for a change.

Deep languid kissing, the sweet smell of heat, heavy hot breathing filled the air. It was intoxicating, even for Sylva. He gave a little moan as he gripped the collar of Theo’s work shirt and started to unbutton it. Each smacking lip and fluttering tongue lead to another button being undone until Sylva was untucking his shirt to get to the last of them. Then they broke the kiss, his eyes landing on the chest of the badger.

“Oh my Theo…” Sylva looked on at the form fitting wife beater the badger wore. It showed off his hairy chest, the dark chest hair having a singular patch of silver in the center where his pecs met. He wasn’t bulgingly massive, but there was real power beneath that healthy layer of chub. Sylva ran his fingers over the exposed chest hair, his nails bouncing off of Theo’s collar bone before slinking behind his neck and pulling himself in for another kiss.

Their breath was heavy and their kissing deep. Theo moaned into Sylva’s lips, gently biting them and then curling off to kiss his neck, to leave little nibbles and a trail of kisses. The possum gave little gasps, his hands balled up against Theo’s chest as he was held close and his neck was played with.

Theo’s hands rolled down Sylva’s sides, enjoying every supple curve and his tight firmness unblemished by childbirth. He had gotten so used to his wife, he had forgotten what young lips tasted like, how warm firm flesh could be, how sweet they smelled and how potent their heat was. He knew Sylva wasn’t really in heat, but the fantasy was what he wanted. Theo gave lustful murr, his hands gripping Sylva’s cheeks and gently rolling them, ass welling up between the badger’s fingers only for it to bounce back into shape.

“Oh Emma,” Theo gasped, his breath rolling over the possum’s neck.

“Yes Theo?” Sylva huffed.

“May I take your panties off?”

“Of course, stud,” Sylva shivered, his body tingling and warm from Theo’s expert kissing.

As soon as Theo got the green light, he lifted Sylva by his ass cheeks and laid him down on the bed. The motion was smooth and careful to make sure Sylva didn’t get hurt or startled, though Theo did grunt hoisting Sylva up, the possum felt safe in those strong arms.

Once he was deposited on the bed, Theo got between his legs and slipped his fingers under the sides of those panties and pulled them down. They were caught on Sylva’s thick cheeks, but with some gentle tugs, and a little popping of the elastic, the panties slipped down over those stocking covered legs. Theo took the panties and pressed them against his nose and took a deep, quiet sniff. The heat in those panties was warmed and reactivated by the honey that Sylva had dripped onto it. How effortlessly such young and vibrant pussy dripped for him. Theo’s teeth chattered as those pheromones filled his mind, having to gulp back drool from overdoing it.

“Oh darling,” Theo murred. “You’re already wet?”

“Of course, hot shot,” Sylva slipped his fingers down over his soft belly and down to his swollen petals. His pink fingers circled his clit, swirling around it and making himself moan. That could all be faked, but not the way it sounded when those glistening petals were played with. You couldn’t fake how wet Sylva was. Theo’s confidence soared, his dick throbbing to half mass and continuing onward. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard without some sort of pill.

Theo smiled as he lifted one leg and kissed Sylva’s ankle then left a trail of kisses up his leg. His beard brushed against those dark stockings, the fur beneath barely visible with how they were stretched until they reached Sylva’s thick thighs. Those wide hips and powerful hamstrings supported all the junk in Sylva’s trunk somehow. Theo’s lips dragged across those exposed thighs, kissing the hem of those stockings before he reached his prize. Many nights with his wife ended with him jerking it in the bathroom alone, but she would never go without her pussy being popped. That was a point of pride for the badger, and he was going to show this youngin’ how twenty years of marriage should be used to hone your head game.

Theo nuzzle Sylva’s hand away from his pussy and he removed it. Then the badger opened his muzzle, his tongue tip coming to expertly descend on that clit, circling it and tenderly swirling around it.

“Oh FUCK Theo,” Sylva gasped. He couldn’t have faked that, his pussy was puffy and throbbing, glistening with his slick. He was ready to be touched by a man, a fucking stud. “Oh my god, how do you do that?”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet gorgeous,” Theo felt the pride in his chest burn into his work. His muzzle developed a deep blush as he went down on that clit, his lips expertly curling, toying with that pussy to make sure he knew every in and out of that snatch. Gentle smacking could be heard as his lips slowly worked over that bullet while his tongue lulled fast and slick over that love button. Every twitch, every shuddering gasp was simply Theo dousing his way to Sylva’s deepest throws of pleasure. The badger adjusted his work every few moments according to Sylva’s reaction, zeroing in on exactly what made his toes curl in those stockings.

“Oh Theo! FUCK! Theo!” Sylva didn’t even know what he was trying to say. Was he trying to warn him or tell him to keep going? Whatever he said it worked because the badger adjusted and was slurping pleasure from his snatch on a level Sylva didn’t know was possible. He was even better than Whispers! Theo wasn’t eating his pussy out for his own enjoyment, he was eating that pussy out to make Sylva scream, to curl his toes, to make him cream and feed that badger bullying his clit!

And like a badger, he never let up or backed down, merely slowed to edge Sylva on. The possum didn’t even need to say anything. Theo could tell by the way he quivered, by the way he gasped, by the way his fingers were milked by his sexy silk the boy was close. Sylva didn’t even know when he slipped his fingers into him. His body was tingling form head to toe, his tail twitching like an epileptic snake!

“You ready darling?” Theo asked, seamlessly going from talking to continuing his pleasuring of that sweet, dripping snatch. Theo was ready; he was ready to feel the blast of a real squirting cunt. His wife had never squirted before, she simply wasn’t capable.

“Yes! Theo! FUCK YES! Please!” Sylva didn’t know if he was even saying that or if the badger was plucking some sort of mind control strings deep inside him. It didn’t matter.

Theo murred, enjoying for a moment the edge that he had Sylva on. The way his pussy dripped his honey over his fingers, his knuckles and wrist soaked with his slick. The way his walls quivered, how tight they were and silky, he was ready to get inside there. But not before he got a taste of that squirt he had been craving.

Theo changed his technique, his tongue swirling faster, his lips slurping faster and not harder, those fingers beckoning his pleasure forward until Sylva’s thighs cramped up, his legs splaying, his toe claws started to rip through the stockings he was fanning them so hard.

Sylva came, his pussy popping and surprising the badger, but he only faltered for a moment, the first moment of that oil break wetting his beard, dripping off his whiskers before he went to slurping over that honey, drinking it down and loving the sweet, musk of his girl in bliss.

Theo could have kept Sylva going for another orgasm or two, but he hadn’t been this hard in years. He let the orgasm taper off before smacking his lips away from that snatch.

“Okay Baby Girl,” Theo murred, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the ground and revealing his thick nine incher. The thing was a dark shaft that went to an angry read tip. “Time to show you how a real man uses his tool.”

“Oh fuck,” Sylva moaned. He stopped himself from moaning out Daddy. Mainly because Theo wanted to feel young. Though, it was hard not to when he was such a DILF! Especially from this angle, the badger was lining his cock up with his puffy pink folds, that angry red head parting his petals. He was in nothing but a wife beater, and it hugged his dad bod perfectly. He looked like he had several children and was thick with experience!

Theo gave a low moan as his dick slipped into that sweet young pussy. “Dang Darlin’, your peach is sweet as pie.”

“Oh fuck yes Theo! Fuck that pussy,” Sylva used his legs to wrap around the badger, his foot paws cupping his hairy ass and pulling himself forward and causing the rest of those inches to sink into his sopping folds. “Oh yes! Make that peach a sweet cream pie!”

“Who could say no to such a sweetie like you, Emma.” Theo murred, his hips grinding as he angled himself better. Sylva could feel how that dick churned inside him, warming his love tunnel with little bursts of pre.

“Oh fuck Theo! I can feel you twitching inside me! I can feel you oozing,” Sylva slipped his fingers down to play with his clit before fanning his petals to give the badger a better look at how deep he was. “Fuck me, that’s so hot! You’re so warm inside me baby! You’re stretching me so fucking good.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Sweetheart,” Theo murred and finally started thrusting. His dick glided like it was made for Sylva’s pussy, that thick hog pushed his pussy in, making his clit rub against it while he dove deep and pulled back to thrust in again. Sylva’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the Badger gripped both of his ankles and held them up for him as he drove his dick into that sweet little snatch.

Wet plapping filled the air as Theo drove his dick home, his low hanging nuts smacking against Sylva’s jiggling ass over and over. Sylva felt his pleasure building fast before his toes started to twitch.

“Theo! You’re fucking my hot box so fucking good! I’m going to—mmm!”

“Do it, Darling,” Theo murred. “Don’t hold any of those orgasms back. I’ll keep you cumming all night.”

Theo gripped onto Sylva’s hip, his thumb able to reach his clit and flick over it as he fucked him deep. Sylva couldn’t hold it back, his pussy clenched hard on that cock. He gave a shuddering gasp as his pussy gushed, squirting over his pubes as they ground against him. His fem cum dribbled down his balls, dripping onto the floor as he came. Before Sylva was hardly done, Theo kept going harder than before, that tunnel even slicker now that his dick was coated in Sylva’s sweet honey.

Normally he would take some time to reach his climax, fucking his wife for hours and eventually settling for a hand job, but this pussy was something else! This was young, tight, slick pussy. Nothing could compare! Theo could feel his orgasm approaching. It was like a train coming in, far in the distance, but moving fast.

Theo slowed down before gripping Sylva’s legs and pushing them together, snagging those panties and tying them on his feet before pressing his muzzle into them. He sniffed deep, the soft sweet musk of female, the powerful sent of heat shot right into Theo’s prostate as he rammed home.

“Oh fuck baby girl! I’m going to cum!”

“Cum inside me!” Sylva gasped, he wanted it inside him. He wanted the genetic material of a man who could make him cum this hard. He deserved to have his nut grow and pass his genetics onto the next generation! “Don’t pull out, please!”

Sylva’s toes twitched in his stockings, small tears having formed against his claws, but that didn’t deter Theo. The badger was huffing in those pheromones, his cock swelling with the need to breed, his balls tingling as they drew up to get ready to deposit a thick litter into that receptive snatch. He slammed away, his hips moving faster, loud smacking echoing off the walls as he drove his dick home.

“Yes, yes, Yes, YES YES!!!!” Theo shouted as he slammed his dick in, his cock throbbing as it swelled, goring itself with blood and stretching Sylva slightly more before busting. Thick shot after milky shot loosed from that dick, creamy thick sperm that warmed Sylva’s love tunnel, dripping down to his cervix as Theo huffed on those heat pheromones.

“OH GOD! I haven’t shot like that in years,” Theo moaned, his nut dripping from that cunt. He knew Sylva couldn’t get pregnant, but the heat buzzing in his sack made it feel like he seeded a bitch who was hot-to-trot.

“Oh my god,” Sylva gasped. “I…I can’t see…I’m seeing stars.”

“Don’t worry honey, I got cha,” Theo pulled the panties off Sylva’s feet and let them fall down. The extreme tightness of having those legs together faded as Theo slipped out. A thick wash of cum glarging out onto the floor to add to the puddles of fem cum. He laid Sylva onto his side and he spooned him, his hand gently petting that sweet pussy and keeping the possum warm for their next round.

Sylva was on cloud nine. He had all but forgotten where he was, refusing to let reality settle in as he leaned into Theo, his stomach fitting perfectly in the arch of his back as he nuzzled close.

“I’m going to have to go soon,” Theo whispered into Sylva’s ear. “The wife thinks I’m pulling overtime, but she’ll get suspicious if it takes me longer.”

“You sure you need to go?” Sylva asked, his hips moving back, his ass cheeks cradling that half hard dick. He could feel it throb, wanting to swell right into his asshole for round two.

“Maybe next time Sweetheart,” Theo kissed Sylva’s neck. “Sleep here. Crux will be by in the morning to escort you to your cell.”

Sylva simply nodded and felt Theo pull away, sit on the bed long enough to get his pants and shoes on, but was gone before he knew it. Sylva sighed and fell asleep laying in the afterglow of that amazing lay.

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