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A Night with the Desert’s Divine

The low hanging sun brought with it a dry desert wind holding an odd edge of cold that pierced through sun warmed fur, a cloak flowing swiftly with the moving air held clutched together by dainty paws pulling it around a slender frame. A shudder coursed through her body, unclear if it was the wind alone to blame or if the knowledge of what this night offered her was beginning to take root.

The platform she sat upon was carried by four, hefting its prize with ease as the entourage that followed brought with them the stage. While the column descended the next dune her mind wandered back to pleasant memories, things that other cultures may not have seen eye to eye with while her ruler saw it as a premonition to her future value.

Many nights she would leave the confines of her room in the palace paramour wing to flirt with nobles, guards, and servants alike, anyone who might ebb her insatiable desires. Her soft footfalls made no sound in the grand halls as she searched for the next desirable rod to accept into her warmth. Night after night she ensnared one unprepared fur after another, no discrimination shown to neither size nor species, eager to sample everything the palace had to offer every way she could.

Some treated her as a lover, a consort, a fellow slave, or simply a warm place to plunder with no regard to her pleasure. The palace held many that gave her everything she could conjure up in her mind, ever discovering new experiences and occasionally returning to those she craved for the night, all satisfying some part of her lust that became more broad with each uncharted venture.

As they traveled her mind settled on a memory to indulge in the moment, recalling the feeling of being entered from both ends with such large wares her frame swelled to contain them; no choices to make other than receive each thrust as her body rocked between them. Her eyes eased closed, one paw releasing the cloak previously clutched, fingers grazing over small features and petite frame through soft fur to tease just above the place she desired most to satisfy.

Her teeth segregated her bottom lip, a subtle strain audible in the exhale that escaped her nostrils. The tip of a claw grazed her sensitive button beneath the minimal cloth adorning her body, stoking the embers of an aching need to feel that pressure so deep inside. Her hips urged forward, applying more pressure on claw, enough for a supressed moan to seep between her curbed lips to the winds of the open sands.

Her stifled sounds of pleasure may have been heard by those closest but their interest would not be available to her tonight, no matter how she may yearn for a volunteer. Her other paw inevitably gave up the task of holding her cloak, letting the now gentle breeze carry its weight and her scent. The task free paw drifted over her subtle breasts to her throat, stroking it in mimicry of the fictitious phallus filling her oesophagus while the other briefly stroked up to her bellybutton only to return to her sensitive swelling nub. With imagination in full sway of the memory her body rocked just as it was between the two in the moment depicted in her minds’ eye, body stirring with a heat to meet her desired end.

She could feel that familiar pressure, her skin tingling, breath quickening, limbs quivering, and soft lips parting. Without order the party stopped, the sudden halt snapping her from the edge of her lustful imaginings. She opened her eyes as if returning from a dream, lashes fluttering away any latent remnants of denied euphoria in the now twilight of the evening.

Her long ears took in the sounds of the movements around her, paws and hooves pressing deep into the sand weighed down by fabric and lumber. A number of her cortege set to unpack and set up the large tent brought for the fated nights ahead, her eyes scanning the area to find she was atop a broad sand mound with clear views to the horizon in three compass points.

The four carrying her lowered the fabric sheltered palanquin with steady strong arms, the feeling of being set down onto the sand hardly felt before they left and joined the others in aiding the setup of her tent with their strength. She stood from the platform, feeling the lukewarm sand beneath her paws like an exfoliate gritting between her toes. Each step along the dune provided a subtle reminder of the interrupted activity as her fluids trailed down her inner thigh, one of her paws resting over her belly as she looked over the seemingly endless sea of sand with eager anticipation.

Her attention returned to those that brought her here, observing as they spread the canvas down over the area cleared for the base of the massive structure. An exquisite rug embroidered with gold threats made for the massive structures floor was spread over next as others brought in the large wood beams, while the multitude of materials hefted through the shifting sands on a large cart remained to be distributed. The beams were secured by smaller furs scurrying up the length of them, tying them off as they waited for the center pole.

The canvas roof was drug across the support beams over to the other side, center beam pressing into the crook of two where all others met before being secured with the rest. Once everything was fastened into the sands the interior décor was unloaded and set up for her, the entire arrangement being more lavish than she had ever expected when she was told what she was being sent out to do as she thought back to the previous night.

*****

“Zariah!?” A well-dressed male lion called down a large hallway of the palace, the torch light dissipating before reaching the ceiling as his voice joined the fading illumination. His sandal made soft scraping sounds as the tip of the heel drug on the stone floor, listening in the otherwise silent night for any reply. “Za-” His second call was cut short as his sharp ears registered a sound down the hall, choosing instead to make his way towards it.

As he neared the next corner the noises became clear, rhythmic muffled moans from an angelic set of lungs he instantly recognized. He moved further into the room and heard the ambient flow of water the fountain in the middle supplied, to the left a flat lounging bench sat with her lying along the length and three males gathered around her.

A sand cat lay behind her, paw gripping her hip, cock thrusting wildly into her rear with her leg held high offering a view of her currently filled holes. A hare stood in front of her hips, his short legs working well for the height of the bench. One foot was raised and planted behind the sand cats thighs, leg perched high, her ankle held up in his grasp to offer the tiny canine’s holes to their lust. His cock plundered her wet folds, giving her every inch he had in rapid succession. At the end of the bench above her head stood an oryx, looking down at her with horns raised into the air as he owned her throat. He leaned over her small frame, paws grasping her jawline with thumbs lining her neck as repeated thrusts were being made into her drooling maw.

Every insertion interrupting a moan from the tiny fennec as her throat bulged beneath his thumbs to accommodate his length, her claws dug into the fabric, toes spreading as the pleasure of another orgasm hit her. The carnal act before him did not slow the males approach, his footsteps going unnoticed even though there was no attempt to be silent.

He stopped and stood between the light supplied by the torches surrounding the fountain and the bench, a clearing of his throat catching the attention of the group. The oryx’s head shot up and his eyes spread wide at the sight of the male, recognizing him as one of the kings’ advisors and swiftly backed away from her to free her throat from his length before covering it up and bowing his head. Her raised leg was swiftly released and the hare tried to back away as well, the now free leg wrapping around his waist with practiced agility to pull his short broad prick back inside her depths.

Her right paw reached back and swiftly gripped the sand cats rear and held him fast against her own petite ass with a firm squeeze, effectively holding the two males locked inside her with a satisfied murr escaping her saliva glazed lips as she looked up to address him.

“Mmmm, how may I help you this night, Hadratak?” Her hips slowly rolled to shift the scared stiff lengths around inside her. “I am currently taken if you were hoping to spend some time with me. Although… there is always room for you if you want to join.” Her words came out incredibly sultry as the pleasure she caused herself added a lustful edge to each syllable, memories of his fleshy barbed cock inside her clearly displayed in her eyes with her lips parting enough to emphasize her offer. Her proposal and gaze hardly phased the tall lion, visually; he simply smiled and shook his head.

“A kind offer, Zariah. Perhaps I will take you up on that another time. For this visit I only came to speak with you.” His gaze shifted between the three males, slaves of the palace around her age who had relinquished their struggle and bowed their heads with a flush of embarrassment tingeing their cheeks, bodies quivering in a combination of the lions’ presence and the steady teasing Zariah continued to torture two of them with. The advisors gaze returned to the small fennec and gave her an amused expression with a raised eyebrow, speaking in a tone to match. “Find me when you are finished with your suitors and cleaned up. I shall be in the library.”

With that the large feline turned and left them to finish, quiet moans being heard behind him as Zariah eased her partners’ worries away and encouraged them to continue. The situation must have been a rush of adrenaline for the three, sounds of her enjoyment returned with renewed fervour which was quickly interrupted by an audible gag before he could round the corner.

He took the time to make a warm pot of green tea that was sweetened with mint leaves to combat the cool night air flooding the palace, settling into the library’s main hall with several candles for light and a book to read as he waited. The room was vast with walls of books lining each side and ladders placed around to reach, tables littering the floor evenly spaced for those that desired to remain here while reading.

Nearly an hour later small near soundless footfalls were heard making their way into the room, no attention to them made as he allowed her approach. His lack of movement was rewarded with a small muzzle affectionately rubbing up along the side of his neck, her face coming into view over his shoulder while dainty paws slid around his shoulders to rest on his powerful chest. Her freshly washed fur smelled of jasmine, his nasal passages pleasantly assaulted by the all-encompassing light scent.

“I came as fast as I could, my Hadratak.” Her soft voice still held a seductive edge even though she had just been serviced. A smile spread across the felines muzzle as his paw placed the open book upon the table then reached up to clasp hers with a caring touch.

“You and I both know you don’t rush such things. You drag them out until your appetite is sated; if that’s possible.” He turned his head and placed a kiss upon her cheek. “Also, that’s ‘Jamar’ when we are alone, if you please.” His other paw extended to the chair next to him and pulled it out by the tall back at an angle, gesturing for her to take it.

“Have a seat. We have something to discuss.” She slid her slight paws off him with a tantalizing drag of her claws along his neck, getting in one last tease before she took the offered chair. She wore a sheer black gown beneath a warmer robe tied at the waist, the chest spread open as she sat to reveal stiff peaks in the black fabric at the center of her barely visible modest breasts beneath. “Would you like some tea, Zariah?” Jamar offered to stay on track, lifting the warm pot with a gesture to the remaining cup on the tray.

“I would, thank you. Tonight has a bit of a chill to it with this damp fur of mine.” She reached over and clasped the cup, bringing it to the edge of the table for him to fill with the warm sweet liquid. She gave him an appreciative nod for the tea and cradled it close to the end of her muzzle, inhaling the warm fresh scent before taking a sip to let the warmth flow into her. “So, what did you want to talk about? You seem bothered.”

Jamar’s expression was laced with a hint of concern, only someone who knew him could see through the expertly crafted visage of calm he wore daily. He turned his chair at a forty-five degree to the table to face her better, his arm resting along the edge of the table while his other paw lay palm down on his thigh. She placed the cup on the table and rested a comforting paw over his, rubbing it tenderly with her thumb as she looked up into his eyes as her voice lost its teasing edge to match his hidden concern. “Tell me.”

“You must know your name has spread past the walls of the palace.” His voice was quiet; almost like he was speaking conspiratorially. “It appears there are many that wish to have an audience with you. The King has been refusing these requests for some time it seems but, he has come to an arrangement for you to be transported to a location to meet with three accepted individuals.” One of his fingers reached up to slide between two of hers in a subtle show of his affection, one of the few he let slip through.

“If I am going to be meeting with them it does not sound like I am being sold.” Her body leaned forward while her free paw reached up, cupping his much larger cheek to give him a reassuring caress as her minimal coverings offered him a view of her figure. “Don’t sound so worried for nothing. You won’t be rid of me that easily.” Her paw then playfully cupped beneath his chin and gave it a leisurely rake of her claws, his eyes closing halfway as a smile crept up his muzzle. “So, do you happen to know who these individuals are that I will be meeting?”

Her paw left his chin and reached for the cup of tea, sitting back in her chair as her other paw continued to hold his. She was grateful to see the return of his usual relaxed demeanour, clearing the hinted sense of thickness in the air as she took a sip of the still warm liquid. He straightened up and reached for his own tea and took a sip before speaking, putting the cup down on his leg with fingers wrapping the glass as he spoke.

“I don’t know the names of them nor who they are, specifically. Only that they are neighbouring kings from across the sands. It seems you have built yourself quite the reputation to gain such favour.” He watched her eyes widen at the mention of kings, a subtle smirk appearing on his muzzle. “It would appear our king has made rather lucrative agreements with each to let them have the experience of this ‘Radiant Flower’ everyone talks about.”

“Kings, you say?” A bit of a prideful glow shining from a smile broadly displayed over her small muzzle. “I do hope they are more than just lucratively endowed.” A small laugh escaped her lips at the insinuation, both sharing a brief moment of laughter ending with another sip of their respective teas as they settled. “When am I to meet with them?”

“You are set to meet with the full moon.” He stated, the earlier tone now making more sense to her.

“That’s… tomorrow.” Her surprise at the proximity of the date was evident in her expression, her back pressing into the tall chair as her mind began to accept the change to her near future.

“I know. It is rather sudden. The king did not want you informed earlier even though he sent out the letters last week approving the selected requests, setting the location and date along with delivery of payment to the palace. I do not know how long they will have you for, but the sum from each was substantial.” He let out a breath that gave the impression he had more to say but held it back, eyes drifting to the side a moment before returning.

“It’s no trouble. My purpose here does not give me a schedule to keep. Life at the palace will continue until my return. Although, there will probably be less surprises near fountains in the middle of the night.” The playful edge to her tone returned, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she looked into his eyes.

“What a disappointment to hear. I don’t know who else I could catch out there that I would truly enjoy seeing as much anyways.” His finger made tender circular motions over the back of her paw between her fingers, a small edge of suggestion to the movement but not the main intent.

“I promise. You’ll be the first person I visit upon my return. If I am still able to walk, that is.” She added with a subtle giggle, unsure how she would be treated but making light of the circumstances.

“If you were to return in such rough shape I believe you would deserve a break. I know you’re worthy of being patient for.” He leaned in close until his nose was almost touching hers, his voice coming out with a surprising subtle tease of his own. “Perhaps I’ll even treat you to a massage and bathe you; when no one is around.”

She waved a hand at him and let out a full playful laugh, the fur at the corners of her eyes bunching up as her ears perked up. “Oh, you tease. Don’t you dare make a fuss of me like that or I might enjoy being treated better than my station deserves by someone so esteemed.

He let out a stifled chuckle of his own, smiling ear to ear before it slowly faded, the realization of how he was acting with her coming to the forefront of his mind. He cleared his throat as his paw gave hers a tender parting squeeze before slipping it out from under hers, taking the final sip of his tea from the cup and rising from his seat.

“I suppose you should be getting some rest before your journey tomorrow.” He offered his paw to her which she took without hesitation, putting minimal pressure on his palm with her fingertips as she rose from her own chair.

“I suppose I should. It was a pleasure to spend time with you like this, Jamar. If there is another chance to have it again, I would appreciate your time. Until then.” With that she gave him a small bow and turned towards the door, one small quiet step after lead her hips and tail to sway with allure until she turned the corner. Her head swivelled at the last moment and their eyes met for a mere moment before the next step took her past the doorframe, blocking the brief exchange held in their gaze from continuing as her feet carried her back to her room in the Paramour wing of the palace.

Jamar stood there a moment unmoving, staring at the doorframe as if she could reappear at any second. He closed his eyes and released a long exhale out his nostrils, turning back to the table and pouring himself another cup of the tea then took his seat with an understanding sigh. His paw requisitioned the spread book and brought it up to continue, his mind unable to focus as he battled the feelings he knew were only one sided.

*****

The memory of him faded and her vision took precedence back in the moment, looking around as the last of the items and provisions were set up in the tent for her stay. She made her way towards the tent with an even grace through the sand, the size of the structure becoming more apparent as she neared. The doorway was more than twice her height at nearly ten feet, looking up into the elegant pattern stitched into the underside of the spread canvas of the roof.

Several furs were still setting up the final pieces to the interior, her vision wandering the grand setup for her night with these kings. A spread of fine blankets covered an impossibly large plush bed assembled to one side, a stand sat next to it with a large pitcher of water and several glasses on a tray.

She looked to the opposite side of the room and eyed a bathtub fitting her size, currently empty, a supply of water and everything needed to warm it when a bath was an option. Planted next to it was a rack with an assortment of provocative clothing draped across its tiers. She took a moment and sifted through them even if she had already decided what she was going to wear, finding an interest in some and making a mental note to ask for them when she was back at the palace.

She spent the next while perusing through the items set up for her as the last of the furs skittered about with the final checks, ensuring every beam and bit of canvas was firmly secured. The last one cleared out as her sensitive ears registered them leaving the area, beginning their short journey to the location they would be setting up their own lodgings to wait. Her eyes fixated on the bed and took one step after the other, brushing her paw over the exquisite silk sheets.

She turned, her fingertips trailing to the edge of the bed as she walked towards the door of the tent. Each eased step taken her paws worked to undo the ties of her clothing and let it fall to the floor, her nude body exposed to the moonlight pooling in. She looked over the endless expanse of the desert sands, her eyes panning over the nothingness before her. With nothing in sight aside for sand she decided it best to pass the time the way she wanted, heading back to the bed to finish what she started earlier.

The room was sparsely lit, candles offering an ambient glow to the edges of the room as she crawled upon the silk sheets. She lay upon her back at the edge, spreading her legs towards the door as if offering herself to whoever entered. Her mind wandered back, paw finding her still moist slit, finger rounding her entrance. Her ears splayed out to either side of her head along the sheets, hips grinding into the finger as if it were a tease to her own control.

With little resilience to that control she gave into the urge and pushed it inside, the slim digit sliding in with ease, pulling out to add another, then another; stuffing her hole with a fraction of what she craved as she pushed her way back to the orgasm she desired so dearly. She teased her most sensitive areas with fingers and thumb, her lips parting to release waves of moans as her pleasure grew. Her hips thrust up to meet the plunging fingers as the final one entered, desire winning over restraint, her hole spread and dripping down to spot the sheets with her lustful scent.

As she neared her orgasm the sound of several footsteps were heard entering the tent to deny her peak once again, a half groan half squeak of surprise leaving her mouth as three sets of yellow eyes stood at the door. Their eyeshine glowed from the dim candlelight in the room as they stared at her, the most grandly dressed of the three approached the bed with few words spoken and stripped themselves of their garments and discard tehm to the floor.

“Hello, little Radiant Flower.” The now nude male said in a voice caked with desire at the spread fennec before him, the head of his cock already swelling from the sheath at her strong scent permeating the room. The other two turned and stood just outside the door, framing it as if giving their king security from the open desert plane.

His feet took him closer to the horny fennec, her drenched fingers slipping from her confines to part the delicate flower between her legs. Her hips rolled in offering for him to finish what she had nearly reached twice tonight, a whimpering moan escaping her lips as a finger teased small circles in offering of her slick spread entrance. Instead his paw reached out and gripped her small head in his paw, pulling her off the bed down to her knees with a strength powered by his visible craving.

He wasted no time nor offered any more words as his already fully exposed prick slid into her quickly parting maw and prodded it, running the underside over her slick tongue. No regard was given to the tiny fennecs’ throat as he rammed the rest of it in; treating her like the purchased toy she was to him and bulging her throat with his substantial rod. Her wide eyes looked up at him with fluttering lashes as cock rammed her throat time and time again, hardly backing out far enough for her to breathe.

Her body writhed before him, hips bucking with desire for more as if beckoning the two at the door to aid their king in his conquest of her body. She gagged around his cock, eyes rolling back as her maw took every inch of him and revelled in every thrust. Her moans were not heard past the mass of meat ravaging her, paws reached up to grip just under his firm ass in acceptance of her role with pleasure evident by the small puddle made from her dripping sex.

His cock throbbed in her throat as her hips bucked with delight, hardly any air making it to her lungs as she failed to breathe through the roughest treatment her small throat had ever received. Her vision started to blur, his larger body leaned over hers, the fur of his groin repeatedly bumping her nose. His other paw reached down to her mid back, her spine arcing as dragging claws removed fur along the four trails made.

Her curved body now beneath his downward thrusting hips aligned itself to allow him to push his cock in that little further with each short deep thrust, her throat swallowing around his royal cock moments before it erupted. Her eyes fluttered shut as his cock remained buried, the room fading to black as she was force fed his mass of seed. Her small body went limp, the majority of his load filling her stomach before he released her head and let her fall to the floor on her freshly marked back.

As his cock slipped from her slack jaw it continued to spurt, the thick cum raining down on her small lifeless form. He stood over her, legs spread in a powerful stance as he watched her body twitch with unsatisfied desires soaking her inner thighs. Air returned to her lungs and her body eased with the generously provided oxygen. She jolted back awake, a moan the first sound to escape her lips as paws wandered her body and hips rolled with pent up desire.

Her head turned, looking up at him with fire in her eyes and returned to her knees with an eagerness unbefitting someone who had just lost consciousness. Her maw opened, tongue lolled out, the eager offering before him accepted without hesitation as his cock patted her outstretched tongue then returned to her throat. His paws gripped either side of her head, pulling it into every thrust as she gagged again and again without protest. Her lustful eyes peered up at him completely dolled, taking every thrust as she awaited his next load with an eager greed.

His balls patted against her lolled out tongue as her body quaked with need for release, the act of having a cock so ruthlessly fuck her throat enough to inch her towards her peak. Her paws reached up and pressed into his thighs as her eyes rolled back, claws dragging down them as her orgasm hit her, squirting all over the fine tapestry of the floor with her throat tightened for his every thrust. Some of his fur came with her claws as her body shuttered before him in submissive ecstasy, unable to express the moan she would have released to the room in full volume that instead vibrated his cock with expelled sounds of muffled pleasure.

His cock pulsed hard from the added stimulation of the small fennec, his hips thrusting every inch he had into her throat several more times until his second orgasm filled her stomach further. The flat figure she once had now swelled with every gush of cum expelled from his tongue lapped balls, eyelashes fluttering as he fed her every ounce of royal seed he had to offer through his pulsing member.

His cock eased back just far enough for her to breath, her lungs accepting the courtesy with a sharp inhale as her mouth remained wide open, tongue drooling onto the floor as a final gag sounded from the final spurts. She choked on the cum applied to the back of her throat, its aim to join the rest granted as she swallowed around the softening cock upon her tongue.

She stared up at him lustfully panting, paws caressing his thighs, body quivering, eyelashes fluttering, the fur of her knees soaked in the flood of her fluids spreading through the rug. Her tail swayed behind her with eagerness for more, a noise from one of the guards at the door acted as a signal to the king. He releases her head and took a step back, his softening cock slipping from her maw with a look of amazement at her unrelenting will to service him whilst enjoying such rough treatment. He turned away from her with reluctance and grabbed his clothes on the way out the door, his two guards following him with the sound of the iconic hyena cackle filling the night air as they left the area.

The sound of someone approaching in the distance tickled her ears, her body still tingling from the oral orgasm as it quivered for something more direct. The sound now recognized as hooves in the sand got closer and closer until another larger shadow loomed at the door, hooves pressing into the rug as his eyes wander across the room to see the fervent little fennec.

Her fur spattered with cum; chin dripping drool until her paw raised to wipe it clean, chest damp and heaving with every panting breath, tail wagging at his presence. Her eyes wander his body, a well-built zebra wearing a smirk above a fine white robe. With a single motion he undid the robe and let it slide from his frame, her scent having awakened his arousal as seen by the thick member already protruding limply from its sheath.

Her knees spread, revealing her still dripping pussy to his gaze, one paw gliding from her thigh to her clit to slowly rub it in circles as she watched his length grow. Her actions spurred on his lust, adding to the speed at which his arousal flooded his growing member. Her finger rubbed faster the longer she watched, the kings’ long downward arced length quickly gaining rigidity to present a massive cock clearly desired by the pace at which her finger continued to simulate her swollen nub.

He jolted forward with a flare of his nostrils, swift steps making his approach brief as he picked her up and roughly planted the small fennec on her marked back upon the bed with his torso over her. Her legs spread for him on impact, the head of his cock lining up as it bobbed against her velvet wet lips only a moment before a sudden thrust delivered every inch of his cock into her unprepared depths and bulged her thin torso.

Her small paws slapped against the sheets with a merciless grip as her body accepted every inch without choice; her thighs held fast by the striped king as his hips began a repetitious delivery of his length to her depths. Her feet flapped at his sides limp in their restraint of his hold, head tilting back and exposing her sore throat to the cool air of the night as she let out a hoarse cry of pleasure from his actions.

The king revelled in delight at her ability to take every inch, balls slapping the cleft of her petite ass cheeks with every thrust to the hilt. His eyes watched her abdomen stretch to fit his length, her cum filled stomach shifting each time he impaled her deepest reaches. He lifted Zariah’s hips with ease, rearing back just enough as he delivered his thrusts to graze every inch over her g-spot.

Her already tight hole gripped him further as she came hard, squirting over the striped chest and stomach of the king still fucking her without any sign nearing release. Her toes spread and her eyes rolled, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her spine to her brain. Her mouth remained open, the smallest of pleasurable yips escaping as every following brutal thrust from the stallions cock caused a small fountain from her to soak his length for the next stretch of her guts.

Her body arced back limp in his hold, fingers still gripping the now dishevelled sheets, hardly touching the bed as her long ears remained the only thing grazing the silk. She barely registered the feeling of his cock swelling inside her through the haze, the head flaring to signify his growing pleasure, scraping her inner walls with the firmness of his throbbing length. Her mind was a spin of lust and desire, the want for his seed to fill her unable to be voiced. With a grunted noise of his own he thrust hard into her, the flared head pressing hard against her womb as he sealed himself to her cervix and released waves of the hot thick seed she craved inside her core.

Her stomach swelled further until well rounded as if carrying a litter, each pulse of his cock releasing another flood of cum. Her body twitched with pleasure at each release from his balls, teasing every inch of his buried length as he overfilled her. When he was completely finished delivering his noble load he pulled her from the locked position, his flared cock coming free with her cum stretched womb feeling like it was going to be pulled with it until her cervix reluctantly relinquished his tip.

Cum flooded her passage as his flare uncorked her core, his hips resuming a rhythmic thrusting motion with a gradual reduction of depth as if leaving rings of his cum to mark her insides with his own stripes inside her stretched love tunnel. After several moments of this he released her hips and dropped her to the bed, his cock remaining locked inside; her entrance seemingly unwilling to let go between her raised hips. With a moan pouring from her lips her body twitched in the suspended position as he softened, the movement just enough to release his cock and let her hips finally touch the bed with her legs hanging over the edge as she lay there gaped and leaking.

The striped king spread the same smirk across his face he wore when he came in, turning around and reaching down for his robe. He donned the fabric and made his way out of the tent with a brief look back, Zariah’s paw lifting off the bed and reaching for him in a silent request for more. She slid from the bed, the impact of hitting the floor urging some of the contained mass of cum out of her worked hole and onto the rug. She crawled on all fours towards the door, her pleasure wracked brain unable to break the craving as she left behind a river of royal seed on the floor from the bed to the door.

Upon reaching the door her unfocused vision was met with a silhouette, massive in its form as it appeared to swallow the stars decorating the horizon on its approach. As it neared, the dim light given off by the candles in the tent a bull elephant came into view; naked, his cock hanging low and thick as her torso. Her small figure was dwarfed by his length on its own let alone his imposing stature.

Her weight shifted to her knees as her delicate paws left the rug and caressed up each side of the swelling massive length between his legs, once again on her knees before a king as she nuzzled it like a lost lover with her hot breath rolling across warm flesh. She stood slowly as it grew from her submissive gesture, almost feeling like it could lift her if she held on as it stiffened. Her small tongue licked along the shaft as she moved, looking up at the grand king in awe of his endowment as his cock now pierced between her thighs while her shaking body stroked it.

Her still gaped hole seeped the last bit of cum from the previous kings’ load over the head of his cock, her groin and thighs spreading the slick substance over the broad tip. She could feel the massive shaft straining to lift her as she stimulated him, eyes half lidded with a lust drunk mind silently begging the stoic face of the mighty gray skinned behemoth.

He leaned forward and she felt his trunk glide down her back, the thick muscled appendage coiling around her midsection, parting her body from the organ straining against her weight. His trunk lifted her with ease, the thick rod remaining between her thighs as it was allowed to erect itself without her body weight holding it down.

He brought her up to eye height, his cock leaving her thighs as he looked over her cum spattered fur from head to waist. Her small figure was like a toy in his grip, hanging with her legs unconsciously spread ever so slightly as her paws gripped his trunk. Without a word he swung her down with uncanny aim, his cock impaling her without restraint. Her stomach bulged within the grip of his trunk to beneath her breasts, her claws digging in as her cry pierced the silence of the night, head flinging back like a wolf howling to the moon.

After but a moment to adjust the mighty king began to use her, lifting and lowering her body onto his massive length like a screaming fleshlight. Her grip eased as her body miraculously began to adjust with every downward thrust of his trunk, each one impaling far past her limit as her guts rearranged for his pleasure. Her legs flailed for the first several moments, trying to find something to support her through his ruthless ramming of her cervix until they hung limp in acceptance of her helplessness.

With little to do but take every inch he gave her, her mind took what it could from each moment and translated the pain to pleasure. Her body convulsing with each rough prod of her womb, mouth releasing a scream hybridized to a moan as she felt his cock throbbing within her. Minutes later, he came. Hard. Her body had never felt such volume flooding her, his hips thrusting up as his trunk planted her firmly on as much of his prick as she could take.

The flood of hot thick cum swelled her beyond reason, her own orgasm dulling the indescribable sensation as she squirted with pressure all over the stomach of the massive king. Her legs quivered, the grip on his trunk loosening further, head gradually dropping back down to look at him with a completely vacant expression. Her one eye drifted as the eyelid twitched, the other did it’s best to focus on him with a half lidded view.

Without her consent, her body moved. Hips rolling with stomach muscles stretched far beyond capacity. A small sound almost like a single laugh escaped her slack jaw, the corners of her mouth rising as she hovered suspended on his cock completely broken in the confines of his trunk. Her hips rolled again, her expression hard to discern, another roll of her hips and the grip of his trunk was felt through her pleasure wracked body.

“More.” She managed to whisper. “Give. Me. More.” Her voice, though soft and still raw from the screaming and earlier throat fucking, was heard. The kings’ half smile and action was the only response she received, his trunk raising her once again just to plunge her back down onto his cock with a grunt of pleasure from the tiny fennec.

“Yes!” She managed to cry out, the first thrust sending some of the kings’ previous load down the remainder of his untaken length to drip from his balls to the sand below. Every thrust that followed made her swollen body slosh, leak, and scream, all the while the wet patch grew in the sand as her body failed to retain the gratuitous amount of cum.

One of her paws rested below her breasts, feeling it rise with every downward thrust of his trunk as her body took ever inch it could. Her tongue lolled out to the side and flopped up and down with every thrust, eyes rolled back, a repeatedly jarred lust drunk moan flowing from her lips. Minutes passed by, the sand now drenched beneath them, the king giving one final thrust harder than any before as he finished inside her a second time.

The thrust sends her over the edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, her body shaking uncontrollably as she once again drenched the king in a stream of her squirt that spattered everywhere. The king watching her face as her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed before her body shuddered then went limp, eyes closing with her nerves still firing causing her limbs to twitch with latent aftershocks.

The king lifted the small fennec from his shaft and let her hang limply in his grip beneath her arms, cum draining from her well used cunt as her body continued to twitch while her stomach shrunk little by little. Her earlier screams seemed to have drawn attention, the king hearing the sound of steps approaching through the sand. His vision turned to see her previous suitors of the evening, the hyena letting out a quiet laugh at her state. The elephant lowered the lifeless canine to the sand on her back with a new pool of cum growing between her legs, the viscous liquid flowing out too fast for the sand to soak it in effectively.

“You ruined that little slut. I could hear her from my camp.” The hyena chided with a smirk, his arms crossing.

The elephant simply shrugged, his expression nonchalant as he looked over at the seeping girl.

“It seems she finally had enough.” The zebra added, looking at Zariah with the elephant.

As if on cue she woke with a start, releasing a moan as a lazy paw moved to her belly to find it having mostly deflated from the mass of cum leaving only the first kings feeding to swell her stomach. Her eyes opened with difficulty, turning her head to see the three kings standing there looking down at her. As if it was her only purpose her body moved of its own volition yet again.

She rolled over onto her side and propped herself up on a shaking elbow, her eyes looking to the zebra and the hyena. She propped herself up on all fours, crawling over to them with difficulty as the lingering will to satisfy their needs itched at her mind.

“It looks like this little flower still wants some more.” The hyena inferred, watching her get closer to him. Her maw opened and tongue slid from its confines in offering to him once again, eyes unfocused but the message was clear. “How can we deny such an offer?” The hyena dropped his trousers and kneeled in the sand before her, cupping her chin with his paw and raising it to make her look at him. “Show me how much you want it, little fennec slut.”

He released her chin and she moved that little closer to bury her nose beneath his balls, lifting her head to nuzzle them with desire. She took one into her mouth and sucked on it, the hot breath from her nose tickling the sheath above. Her tongue worked around the orb in her mouth a moment before releasing it with a hungry pop from the suction before switching to the other. The hyena’s cock grew from his sheath, the hot length resting across her face as it flopped down causing a moan of desire with his ball sealed in her mouth.

As she was busy with the hyena the zebra went around behind her, removing his robe once again and lending it to the sand dunes. His cock was already slipping from his sheath, taking it in his hand to rub the tip over her clit and spread swollen labia as he continued to grow. The hyena was now firming up as her moaning mouth left his testicle to drag her tongue up the underside of his shaft, his paws finding her ears and stroking them as her tongue repeated the process until it was hard.

“What a good little slut you are. Now, open wide. Show me that tongue.” She obeyed without hesitation, presenting her tongue for him to guide his cock back to the mouth he so thoroughly enjoyed and pushed it in. With only seconds between, the zebra pushed into her from behind, spitroasting the tiny fennec as her well-adjusted hole took his entire length with ease. Her moans were clear for only a moment before the hyena shoved his cock back into her throat, paws gripping her sensitive ears a little rougher as he let her body rock from the thrusting zebra onto his cock.

The hyena began to thrust into her forward rocking movements, pushing it deep into her throat with his balls slapping her lolled tongue as she accepted everything the kings gave her. The zebra picked up the pace, his cock hilting with every thrust. Her muffled, near inaudible moans vibrated the hyena’s cock, her eyes rolling through blinks as her limbs struggled to hold herself up. The hyena held her fast by her long ears, causing a bit of pain as her arms gave out to be suspended by the sensitive makeshift handles.

The zebra gripped her hips and held her steady as he continued to thrust into her, balls slapping her clit as his hips clapped against her ass. The small canine bounced back and forth between them, the two kings rhythmically impaling her from each end to the other’s benefit. Her gagging moans got louder, the zebra’s flare swelling, the hyena’s grip tightening on her ears. The three of them climbed to the peak of ecstasy, Zariah bursting before the others with a stream of squirt dousing any remaining heat in the sand below.

Her muffled cry sent pleasure through the hyena’s cock, pussy clamping down on the zebra’s length, the two of them filling her from both ends with every throb of their deeply stuffed rods. Zariah quivered as she choked around the meat in her throat, the spurting fluid swelled her stomach further while the zebra reloaded her womb with equine seed.

Her eyelashes were a flurry of blinks, tongue impulsively flicking at the hyena’s balls pressed against it as his orgasm came to an end. Her body hung between the two limp and twitching, the only sound coming from her an occasional gag as the contraction of muscles squeezed both embedded softening lengths holding her in place.

Through the fog of her pleasure wracked mind she felt something strong wrapping around her swollen midsection, lifting her from between the two spent kings. The mighty gray king who had been standing there patiently, stroking his massive phallus to the sight of her being spitroasted hoisted her into the air. Her gaped hole drooled cum like a small stream flowing from her core, she felt her back press to his strong chest as the sound of flesh slapping on flesh was heard below her as he raised his cock to meet her.

Her head flopped back lazily against him, limbs dangling, the pouring cum coating the massive length poised below. Large fingers wrapped around her ankles and spread her legs, his trunk dropping her without warning onto the waiting cock. Her mouth flew open in a silent scream, too raw to cry out after the night her body had been subjugated to.

Her ankles were released, body once again completely overfilled with the kings tool, stomach bulging out with her body releasing another spurt over the two kings sitting in the sand. A droning moan drooled from her lips as her tongue lolled and dripped down her cheek and neck. His trunk and hips began working in tandem, impaling her with every rough thrust as his trunk brought her down to meet them.

Her body was completely rag-dolled, the droning moan continuing as the only sound she could manage to emit with a grunt at the end of every deep stuffing she received. The sensation of being filled so completely once again directly after left her mind completely blank, the quenching of her apparent unending lust finally feeling like it had found satisfaction as any final thoughts melted away with each downward motion of her small frame.

The kings thrusts started to lose their rhythm, his cock throbbing inside her as he held her fully impaled a moment between with her torso stretched to take the brutal pounding he was giving her. One final hesitation in his movements barely registered before his trunk forced her to be a franticly used fuck toy, treating her like the little fleshlight she was to him. Her small breasts bounced against the bulge as every possible inch to take was rammed deep and hard, limbs flopping, pussy repeatedly releasing a small squirt from the reserves of fluid remaining inside her. All she felt was one continuous orgasm, her body and mind completely relinquished to the pleasure being forced upon her.

His cock rammed into her one final time, the skin of her torso barely able to contain the force exerted on her organs as he exploded inside her once again. The vigour and sheer volume visibly swelling her womb, hot thick cum shot into her again and again as her expression completely dolled in the experience. Her body twitched with each flood of seed, eyelids fluttering as her mind drowned in a sea ecstasy.

The king removed the spent fennec from his cock, lowering her cum laden body and dropping her in the sand to stand over her. His cock flowed with the last of his unreleased seed to thoroughly mark her, coating her fur as his rod gradually lost its rigidity. As she lay painted in the sand with her ears folded back, she watched through the encroaching darkness that threatened her vision as the three kings left her. Each went their own way, heading in the direction of their respective camps crying out in their native tongues. Zariah took as deep a breath as she could manage; her voice a trembling whisper barely heard by the night breeze.

“Tomorrow… when the moon is high again…” With those words her eyes fluttered closed and her cheek fell to the sand, for the first time completely sated as exhaustion placed her into the kind embrace of sleep.