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_Here's the second installment of Red Lantern Tales, one-shots set in the world of my series Kingdom of Red Lanterns. The main character and setting are from the series, but this should be easy enough to follow without having read all that. Tldr; Jason is a human boy who was enslaved by a powerful kitsune and dragged of into the realms of the fae to be used like a whore. In this, he gets a break to have some fun of his own. Enjoy! _

_PS: in this story, I'm using the terms faun and satyr interchangeably. _

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The afternoon air was warm and dry, the feeling of the beginning of autumn before the summer heat had cooled completely. But it wasn't the heat that he noticed first, nor the smell of grass and smoke, or even the music pulsing through the trees not far from where he was standing. No, what he noticed first was the energy in the air, a deep hum that he could feel in his chest. It radiated outwards, reaching through his limbs, as if pushing him to grasp the world around him and take all that he could. Perhaps that was the point of it, why he was there at all. It was the last harvest of summer, and the first of autumn. The land itself was saying 'Take what you can, while you can. Take it now, before it is gone.'

Jason looked down at the paper in his hands. He didn't know if he actually needed it for anything, but he had it just in case anyone questioned why he was there. After all, he had been surprised to get invited at all. It had only been a week ago that Ren has given him the folded and sealed piece of parchment. The fox king had said it was a reward for good behavior, and for bringing business to his house. It was an invitation to a festival of sorts, a 'frolic' mainly attended by fauns. Ren had told him any such event was sure to be nothing short of a drunken orgy. What's more, he promised Jason he would be able to attend as his normal, teenaged size, not the younger age the fae liked to shapeshift him into. Enticed by the idea of being able to indulge in pleasure on his own accord, rather than for a job or for his Master, Jason jumped on the opportunity.

He walked towards the noise, which wasn't hard to follow at all. The ground wasn't terribly comfortable on his bare feet, but it was apparently laughable to attend in anything more than the simple loincloth he wore. As he grew closer to the sounds of the drums and flutes, others became audible; those of celebration and sex. He was actually a little nervous. Lord Ren had transformed him into a faun, or satyr, or whatever so he would blend in tonight, but he was still barely used to walking on hooves.

Eventually he seemed to just stumble right into it. One moment he was still walking in between trees and low brush, and the next there were people everywhere. The crowd was already thick with fae, mostly faun's as he had been told, with a few others mixed in. There was an elf here and there, a couple centaurs, a wolf or two, and a couple other creatures. All appeared male, at least for tonight, as it was a specifically andro-centric affair.

The sudden barrage on his senses was quite a shock. The air was thick with smoke from bonfires, cooking fires, and an earthy incense of some kind. The music was louder here of course, the thumping drums and trilling pan-flutes urging the festivities forward. People ate from tables and trays filled with rich but simple foods, drank from barrels and bottles alike, and passed smoke around. Some danced, some talked, some sung... and many, already more than half, were already fucking on the various surfaces available. Besides the tables, there were chairs and velvet sofas, big piles of blankets or furs, even a few beds, not to mention more specialized equipment. There was over 200 people there already, and Jason had no idea what to do. Already he was getting suspicious looks and odd stares as he stood there, like an animal in the headlights, paralyzed by nerves.

Still, they didn't seem to hold any suspicion that he was anything more than just another another satyr. People still noticed him, of course, but now they looked at him as if he was one of them, only staring at him to assess or admire him like they would any other faun. His gaze fixated on a group of 4 or 5 fauns who were all over each other.

It took him a minute or so to work up the courage to approach the group. They were all gorgeous, even if he could hardly tell them apart. They looked at him as he walked up, their expressions only inviting.

"Uh... Hi..." he said awkwardly, not really knowing what the social norms were for this kind of thing. One of the fauns, with shiny black curls and sage green eyes, smiled and beckoned him closer while the others giggled.

"First time here? You must be young," the black-haired faun said. "No need for introductions. Names don't matter tonight, and nobody cares about conversation. All we care about is... well..." he smiled and pulled Jason closer, pressing soft lips to his own.

Jason moaned into the kiss, and felt the faun's tongue slip into his mouth, gently exploring. He blushed and surrendered to it. Like so much about the evening, it was intoxicating. Suddenly he was surrounded, immersed in the small group. A hand closed around his hard member, and he didn't know if it was the faun he was kissing or someone else. Then he felt a warm tongue on his shaft and got his answer.

The transformed human couldn't believe how fast it all was, how easily he was accepted by them. He had no idea what to do, but apparently that didn't matter. If anyone thought he was a little awkward or shy, it didn't stop them from bringing him into their fun. They pulled him down and held him between them, making him the focus of their attention. The faun he was kissing pulled away and another took his place, kissing him deeply. One boy was licking and sucking his nipple, and another took Jason's cock into his mouth, making him moan again.

"Ohhh fuck...!" he gasped, feeling their hands wander all over his body, down his smooth chest and over his furry ass and thighs. His own hands found their place between the legs of two of them, groping and stroking their differently-sized members. He watched the boy between his legs work his skilled mouth up and down his shaft, easily taking every inch of it, moaning all the while. The panting and moaning filled his ears, never leaving a silent moment.

Jason bucked his hips into that hot mouth, enjoying every moment. The minute that faun stopped another was there to lick his cock, and another nuzzling against his balls. He panted harder, crying out in pleasure as his balls were sucked on one by one and the head of his cock was teased by several mouths lapping up his precum. He couldn't even track of who was touching him and how. He felt fingers trace the cleft of his ass, moving towards his tailhole, and spread his legs in invitation. Someone lifted his rump up some and then he felt a tongue against his hole, licking and teasing it.

It was quickly becoming too much for Jason to take. He gasped as the tongue lapping at his tailhole pushed against him, spreading his pink pucker open. The boy's licking and sucking on his cock moaned lewdly as well, their soft lips making him twitch with desire. Jason's cheeks blushed deeply as they made him moan louder and louder, drawing some attention even amidst all the other revelry. Finally his rock-hard member throbbed and gave up his seed. His hot cum splashed onto several faces, mouths open as they each tried to get a taste of it. It must have been good, because they couldn't seem to get enough.

"Ohhh great Pan!" one of them exclaimed. "How do you taste so good?" A few others said similar things, and his member was stroked and milked for all he could give. They savored the taste and shared it between them in sloppy kisses, passing his load back and forth. He watched on, the sight alone almost enough to make him hard again. Actually, his cock hadn't seemed to go down at all... probably a benefit of being an honorary faun for the night. As for his cum, he suspected they loved it so much because he was secretly human, but they didn't seem to question it too much, too intent on enjoying it.

The teen panted, catching his breath. The taste of his seed had riled them up even more, and soon they were looking at him again with lustful looks, their own cocks dripping in arousal. Soon they were closing in around him, giggling and laughing as they each tried to get something from him. Three or for faun dicks pressed against his head and face from different angles. He gasped as his nose was filled with their scent, horny and eager. A slim member pushed into his mouth and he moaned softly around it, sucking on it without hesitation. Some of them rubbed against him, or slapped against his cheeks. The precum leaking from their members was getting all over him.

Unsatisfied that his mouth was taken, two of them settled for other parts of his body. He felt someone push his hand against their big shaft. Jason's fingers wrapped around it, feeling the hard, veined length. Another straddled his hips and rubbed a small cock against his own, which wasn't overly sensitive at all in the wake of his recent orgasm, thanks to the spell he was under. The faun using his mouth humped his face a few times, moaning happily. Then he pulled out and someone else immediately took his place, this time pushing fairly short but deliciously thick shaft past his lips.

"Ohhh! Such a soft mouth... so pretty around my cock..." the faun said, smiling down at him. Jason looked up at the brown-haired, freckled fae currently fucking his face and whimpered a bit. Jason didn't care who these people were, or how many of them there were. He just wanted more cock, whatever the size and shape.

And he got it, too. All of the five or so faun boys in the group eventually got a turn with his mouth, and he took them all with the same enthusiasm. "Fuck... oh gods..." he panted, stroking two hard members against his face, working his tongue over both of them and lapping up all that tasty pre. The first time one of them came he forgot about everything else. Salty-sweet faun seed gushed past his lips, a burst of wet sex. He just let it fill his mouth, savoring the taste as if it was a fine wine. It quickly started dripping down his chin, and when he finally swallowed, it went down like silky smooth fire. Jason guzzled it down as the faun kept cumming, wanting more of the high that was coursing through his body.

Everything dissolved into a hazy blur of pleasure. Two more of the horned males came in his mouth, their cocks pulsing and giving him more of the seed he craved. The one straddling his hips shot his load on Jason's cock and balls, covering them with cum. The mess wasn't left long though, because moments later a fuan with blond hair not unlike his own was licking it off. Jason moaned and thrust his member against the boy's face, and the boy took it into his eager mouth, quickling bringing the transformed human to another climax.

He was left panting for breath, his body hot and starting to sweat. Some of them cuddled against him, and he shared in soft caresses and kisses. Eventually, one by one, they all moved on to join some other wildness. For a moment, Jason didn't know what to do next. He felt he should be tired, but for all that he felt refreshed, if anything, filled with energy. Standing up on his furred goat-like legs and hooves, he stretched and looked around.

Things weren't as overwhelming as they seemed before. Intense and rich, sure, but it didn't make him nervous like when he had first gotten here. The air of freedom had finally settled over him. He knew there was no right or wrong thing to do here because there was no right and wrong at all. Morality, at least like he knew it, didn't exist here. In it's place was chaos and indulgence, and it was wonderful.

Now he felt the music calling him. Melodies and beats drew him in, and he felt himself pulled willingly, riding the current of it through the crowd. The thumping drums urged him on until he pushed his way into a mass of dancing bodies. Mixed among the horned fauns were a few other fae here and there, though he only caught glimpses of them; an elf, a wolf, stranger things... But it didn't matter. Only the music mattered. Only The Revel mattered. Joining the dancing was the most natural thing in the world. Moving with those bodies, swirling, prancing, grunting... all it took was to let go and surrender to it, and the rest came on its own. Jason realized that he wasn't really dancing to the music so much as the music was dancing through his body.

It was a flurry of feet and limbs, and the sheer heat of it was apparent. He could feel it radiating from the bodies around him. Feeling his skin grazing against another was feverish. Sweat began to cover his body, dripping down in droplets and rivulets. Everyone else was the same, hot and wet with life, getting all over each other as people touched and collided. The scent of it was virile and insistent, making his nostrils flare as he breathed it in as deep as he could.

Jason moved into one of his nearest dance partners, a tall satyr with an athletic, masculine body, reddish brown hair, and vibrant blue eyes. He pulled the fae close, chest to chest with him. His hands roamed over the faun's body, feeling his lithe muscle slick with sweat. Their furred groins pushed against each other, hard cock against hard cock. Jason kissed him, holding him by the curved horns as he thrust his tongue into his partner's, taking what he wanted. He was met with no resistance, only mutual excitement. His partner turned, pushing back against him, and Jason pressed against his back, holding him close.

They didn't stop dancing through any of it, though it changed with the music. A slower rhythm guided their hips through waves of desire. Jason's length was pressed against the faun's rump, sliding between those softly furred cheeks and riding right up under his little goat tail. Yet, as sexual as it was, it wasn't sex.

There was a different kind of climax, though. As the music continued to shift, it began to quicken. Jason and his dancing partner broke apart again, both disappearing back into the crowd, following steps already laid out for them by some greater force. Jason heard the chanting, low at first, but growing like thunder. He didn't know the words, but knew what they meant through some internal instinct. This was for their god. They could call it Pan, or Cernunnos, or just The Revel, but truthfully it was something more than any of that. Despite being so completely inhuman, it was recognizable as a force that dwelled within humanity as well.

The chanting grew until it rivaled the pounding drums. The music swelled, reaching a point higher than all the rest, a crashing climax that swept across the entire party. Everyone cheered, and Jason joined them, yelling and screaming their wordless praises to the very act of existence. He yelled until his throat was hoarse and his lungs were fire, and then it was over. There was a moment where the music stopped entirely and a silence rippled through the crowd. Then, as if nothing happened, they returned to their fun. A new song picked up, a new dance began, and the evening continued.

Jason wandered away from the center of the dancing, ready for something else. He had a thirst for drink, and a hunger between his legs. The boy ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, pushing blond curls out of his face. His horns didn't even feel strange anymore, nor were his legs awkward. He came across a literal fountain of wine and grabbed a cup, plunging it into the purple-red nectar and raising the overflowing cup to his lips. He practically inhaled it, draining it in several huge gulps. Then he did it again, drinking his fill.

Now it was time to sate the other hunger. He looked around with hunting eyes, looking for the closest and easiest prey to take. His gaze met that of a faun with hair as black as night and amethyst eyes. The fae looked smaller and younger than him, which meant little in terms of age but was pleasing to him. The minute their eyes met he knew that there was an understanding. Jason stalked through a handful of people towards his boy, and the faun smiled coyly, awaiting his approach.

They kissed, brief and harsh. Jason bit the boy's lower lip gently, drawing a moan from him. He pushed the faun down to his knees, thrusting his aching dick past his lips with a grunt. The effeminate fae slurped around his member happily, groping Jason's balls, which had grown fuller and heavier than they were when he was human.

Jason only let that go on for as long as it took to get his shaft nice and wet. He pushed the boy and bent him over a bench. For a moment he almost felt bad for treating him roughly, but the faun was here to fuck like everyone else here and raised his rump willingly, presenting his ass to Jason and making it clear it was his to take. Jason groped those furry cheeks, squeezing them tight. He gave the boy a nice hard smack on the ass, grinning. Finally, he was in charge again. He was going to get to top someone, truly fuck them, just because he could and he wanted to.

He spread the faun's cheeks with his thumbs, revealing the pucker under his tail. It looked inviting and delicious, and still unspoiled this evening. He pushed a thumb against that soft hole until it pushed inside, where it was warm and tight, drawing a pitiful whimper from below. The boy faun looked back at him with those big purple eyes.

"Please, take me!" he pleaded, wiggling his cute ass at him. "And don't be gentle..."

He didn't need any more encouragement than that. Jason rubbed the head of his shaft against the faun's entrance, watching that tight ring glisten. He held his dick and pushed forward, slowly spreading the boy open. The feeling of that hot ass squeezing around him drew a groan from his lips, to say nothing of the sounds coming from the fae under him. Jason's length sunk into the faun inch by inch, only sweat and spit and precum for lubrication. It was going to be a rough fuck. Judging from his reaction, the faun beneath him was going to love every moment of it.

Once Jason was fully inside him, his hips pressed against the fae's upturned tail, he just stayed there for a minute panting happily. He could feel his member throbbing, and feel the boy's asshole flexing around his shaft. His big balls were pressed right up against the faun's, warm and damp. Jason would have enjoyed it longer, but the fae started to push back against him, rocking his hips a bit. He took the hint and gripped the boy's hips, pulling back. His cock slid almost all of the way out before he thrust back in with a grunt.

"Mmmm, fuck you're tight," Jason said, working his cock in and out at a slow but steady pace. The feeling was amazing, and though he knew it couldn't be true, it almost seemed like the fae was a virgin.

The faun looked back at him, blushing a bit and panting softly. "H-Harder, please..."

Jason grinned back. "You asked for it," he said. He slapped the boy's ass again, harder this time. His thrusts began to get faster, forcing that hot tailhole open again and again. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't sit anymore."

He lived up to that promise, too. With this satyr body, Jason's legs were more powerful than before, literally made for this. He groaned and started fucking the faun boy in earnest, slamming those strong hips against his cheeks. Jason's balls slapped against the fae's fuzzy taint each time he thrust forward. With how much he was leaking, the faun's ass was getting a little bit more slick, but hardly. The friction was amazing, and Jason knew he wasn't going to last long, so he wanted to make it count.

Their grunts and moans grew louder as the pleasure rose. The faun's member was swinging between his legs from getting fucked so hard, the precum leaking from it leaking down onto the ground. Jason gripped his ass tighter and spread his cheeks so he could watch his shaft sink into the faun's tailhole every time he pounded into it.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!" The faun's feminine moans were getting higher, which only urged Jason on.

"Fuck! Oh fuck yeah! You gonna cum for me, boy?" Jason asked, working his the faun's ass like a jackhammer.

"Yes! Oh great Pan, yes!! Ahhhh!!!" The boy's member started spilling his seed beneath him. The cum dribbled out rather than shot out, but Jason milked a good size load out of him, keeping up his rough pace and drawing the faun's orgasm out. "Please fill me! Fill my ass!" the faun begged, gasping in ecstasy.

Jason was too far gone now not to oblige. He felt himself reach the point of no return, his own pleasure rising to a fast and glorious peak. Jason slammed into him one more time, grinding his hips against that tight ass. His cock pulsed inside the faun, shooting his hot cum deep inside him. It was one of the longest orgasms he had ever had, pumping a huge load into the boy until it was leaking out of him.

By the end, Jason was seeing stars. He pulled his shaft from the boy's ass, cum leaking betwen those furred cheeks. He gave the faun one last good smack, and left him a panting mess, not even bothering to say goodbye as he wandered off.

A minute later, he had another drink down him and his cock hadn't gone down at all. He was still rock hard, and still just as horny as he had been an hour ago. How long had he been here, anyway? He couldn't even tell as the music played on, the sun below the horizon but the sky not getting any darker.

It didn't take long for Jason to find another faun boy eager to be fucked. This one was already bent over, wiggling his ass just waiting for someone to come by. Without a word, he knelt down on the ground behind the red-haired satyr and roughly grabbed his hips, pulling his ass closer. With even less care than the first time, he sank into that warm rump with a groan, his mind filled with nothing but the desire to rut the tight hole squeezing around him.

Their moans attracted a little attention as some others stopped to watch. A bigger satyr with coarse black locks and an unshaven face walked up to them, grinning down at the two with a big dripping cock. He moved up in front of Jason, legs spread over the smaller faun he was fucking, to shove that cock in Jason's face with a grunt.

"Too busy to use that mouth?" he asked with a gruff voice.

Jason's thrusting slowed a moment but he looked at that shaft with wide eyes and shook his head. "Fuck no... give it to me," he said, grinning. He opened his mouth as the big guy pushed in, taking that fat cock between his lips with a satisfied moan. It tasted like sweat and musk and pre.

That wasn't the only other one to join them. Hands grabbed his ass from behind, and he felt a dick rubbing between his own soft cheeks, right up beneath his little tail. Jason had no idea who it was - he couldn't even look behind him without pulling away from the delicious member in his mouth - but it didn't matter. The stranger he couldn't even see spread his ass open with a hard, oiled cock, making him moan even louder.

It didn't even seem like it should work, but somehow it did. He kept fucking the bitch beneath him, slamming his hips forward over and over. Matching his rhythm, the male behind him held onto his waist and worked his ass even harder. Soon he could hardly thrust on his own, and it was just the bigger male pounding him that was driving his hips forward into the boy on bottom. The whole time, the gruff satyr in front of him used his mouth, pushing half of it in and out while he stroked the rest in his hand.

They were a machine of four bodies, all moaning and grunting and panting and fucking, and Jason was at the center of it all. His whole body was a conduit for sex and pleasure, being pleasured and used at the same time. The boy beneath him came first, ironically, dribbling a load onto the ground as he moaned pitifully, still stuck underneath everyone else. Jason was next, spilling his hot load into the faun's ass while his prostate was pounded over and over.

"Ohh fhhkk!! Oh fuhhhkkk!" he moaned around the thick cock in his mouth, spurting his youthful seed. Like a spark setting off a fire, his climax set the other two off, and they yelled in ecstasy that they probably weren't expecting. He felt the liquid heat of satyr cum filling his ass and tasted the salty bitter taste of it splash against his tongue. Jason took every bit he could get, drinking it down and feeling it go down his throat, giving him yet another fix. It was just as good in his ass, his tailhole leaking fae seed. The poor boy beneath him must have came again just from the energetic intensity of the moment, practically writhing and mewling in painfully prolonged bliss.

Like everything else, it didn't last long. The male using his mouth wiped his spent cock on Jason's face and left before he had even caught his breath. Likewise, a sharp slap on the ass was all the goodbye the one behind him gave as he pulled out roughly. Jason blushed a bit when he realized he still had never even seen his face. Only the twinkish faun boy beneath him remained, too exhausted to hardly move. Jason left him there as he stood on shaky, hooved legs.

It was too good. It was all too good. Yet, nothing was enough. The unseen but palpable force of the Revel urged him on even more. Every height just set a new standard to be broken. Something in him cried out 'More! More! More!' Jason wiped some cum from his ass and sucked it off his fingers, unabashed. There were more depraved things happening all around him, a whirlwind of erotic delights. He was still blending in like any other faun, despite the fact that the other fae were clearly still having stronger reactions to his human emotions. He could see looking around that other non-satyr participants drew more attention than normal party-goers, if only out of novelty.

He saw a faun smaller than him strapped to a bench for a russet-colored centur to use. The faun's ass was spread so wide for that thick shaft that Jason couldn't believe he had ever taken one himself. The smaller fae's belly bulged a little as the horseman finished inside him, and Jason remembered what it felt like to have that hose of horse seed blasting inside you. When the horse pulled out, a flood of cum gushed from the boy's used hole, and the centaur pushed another faun in to catch it and lap it up, the rest covering him all over.

Damn. He wasn't sure which position he would rather have been in.

By now Jason's bladder was starting to ache. He had been drinking a lot, and needed to go pretty bad. He looked around for a bathroom or an outhouse or something, but realized how stupid that was. Just from where he stood, he could see a few guys relieving themselves against trees, or on other things, but then something else caught his eye.

He moved towards a cluster of satyrs - and notable, a single werewolf - surrounding someone. The person in the middle was a chubby, young looking tanuki down on his hands and knees, supported by a low, cushioned bench. At least 3 guys were pissing on the tanuki, grunting in relief as they hosed him down with their strong marks. The scent was heavy in the air, and it was obvious this had been going on a while. The tanuki was already completely soaked, and there were puddles on the ground around him. Once one person was done, another would come to relieve themselves as well, a seemingly never-ending shower raining down on the furry boy.

That wasn't the only attention he was receiving, of course. There was a short line behind him of people waiting to use his ass, and just as Jason watched, one faun groaned and shot his load inside the tanuki's plump ass and then ceded the position to the next horny male. A cluster of guys crowded the tanuki's face, shoving hard cocks towards his muzzle from every angle. The raccoon-dog fae moaned pathetically, whimpering under the assault.

Watching those yellow streams made it even harder to hold it anymore. Foregoing any lingering sense of modesty, Jason pushed his way into the circle. He held his semi-hard cock in hand and let out a satisfied sigh as he let go, adding his own stream to the mix. The teen boy actually groaned in relief, marking the tanuki's back and moving the stream to cover more area. Some of the guys seemed to be making it a personal goal to hit every inch of the coon-dog's body, and Jason liked that idea. Luckily, he had a ton to work with after guzzling down so many cups of wine.

His piss splashed all over the tanuki's back and sides, and both arms and legs as he moved around to get them, sometimes stopping and holding it for a moment before releasing again. A short break in between the males using his ass gave Jason a chance to soak his tail and cheeks, not to mention those huge balls hanging between the tanuki's taint, so big his cock was barely visible under them. The best was for last, of course. Jason moved to the tanuki's face, pushing his way into the crowd there. His mark hit the top of the boy's head, running down his face and neck. It was no wonder the tanuki's eyes were closed shut while all of this was happening to him. Jason grinned as he heard the fae whimper again, and gave the last of his spray right onto the bitch's face.

Jason hadn't been aware than anyone was watching him, but as his piss ran down from his victim's chin a bunch of the satyr's around him cheered and even clapped him on the back. Their words of praise were barely noticeable to him, but it did give him a certain sense of accomplishment as he pushed his dripping cock towards the tanuki's muzzle. Once it hit the fae's mouth he opened and Jason shoved in with a moan, the warmth of that mouth enveloping him. The tanuki's eager sucking soon got him rock hard again, and he spent a little while thrusting into him and holding onto his soaked head.

His real prize was something else, though. Jason pulled out and slapped his cock against the tanuki's cheek. Then he walked around to the fae's ass, spreading those big cheeks to admire his well-bred tailhole. The ring of the tanuki's entrance was pink and puffy, and had been used so many times that it was gaping a bit. Those round, plump cheeks were soaked with piss and cum, and the seed of countless males was leaking out of the fae's asshole. Jason grinned again as he slide his cock against it, feeling warm seed trickle down his shaft as he pushed against the ring of it.

He gave one hard thrust and stuffed his cock in the tanuki boy's messy ass. It was loose, but delightfully warm. The amazing wet slickness of all that cum around his dick was incredible. He gripped the tanuki's butt with both hands and started thrusting, pumping his hips. Every thrust pushed more cum out of the tanuki's hole with lewd squishing noises. Jason fucked the gangbang bitch hard and fast, groaning and panting as his balls noisily slapped against the bottom's taint, covered in the seed of those before him.

There was no way he was going to last long, so he decided to just go hard. He used that hot tailhole like a fucktoy, sweat running down his furred legs as he slammed into it again and again. His only goal was to add yet another load, his own load, to the cummy, leaking mess. The tanuki bitch moaned beneath him, spurring him on. With a loud, victorious cry, he buried his cock as deep as he could. His shaft throbbed and shot his hot cum in big spurts. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and it just kept going. The tanuki writhed beneath him, and as his used tailhole squeezed down around Jason's cock, the teen rode out the last moments of his climax.

He didn't stay long. There were many more waiting for their turn, and he wasn't about to aggravate them. Cum dripped from his cock as he pulled out, his heart still pounding. Jason wiped the sweat from his brow, and turned to look for more wine to slake his thirst. His eyes landed on a minotaur, the bull's huge form towering over the fauns around him. A cock as big and thick as a centaur's stood between his legs, precum trickling down that hard shaft. Jason licked his lips. The need for wine dissipated. He could wait a while longer.

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