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The first explosive gush collided with the tentacles stretching the top of Solierre's throat and splattered back with enough force to make his entire esophagus, from collar bones to belly, ripple outward in a sudden, cylindrical wave around the front of Turick's erection. That gush lasted several seconds, and by the time the second one was pouring into the little rabbit's body, Solierre's abdomen no longer showed a hint of the leopard's shaft inside it, it was swollen with so much of Turick's cum. The bunny would have squealed from the sensation if he could make any noise, his eyes bulging as he felt his belly stretch and expand, pressing and wobbling against his upturned thighs. Already he felt like he was going to burst apart, like he was going to pop like an overfilled balloon. Like Lev. And the second gush was only now being followed by the third.

As Turick roared out his ecstasy, his paws slipped from the bunny's swelling waist to grasp Solierre' legs, and he started thrusting again, his movements fitful and awkward with a third tentacle crammed up his own backside and pressing at his prostate, but no less powerful. The tendrils in the rabbit's muzzle curled, forcing the rabbit to look toward the leopard's face, and their eyes met. For once, Turick looked as helpless as Solierre felt.

Beside them, the dark fey serpent smiled.

Overheated semen sloshed back and forth as it poured into the rabbit's body, but the pressure was never great enough to let more than a trickle leak back around the leopard's erupting member. A little more began to splatter up between the tentacles filling the bunny's gullet, splatting against the back of his clenched teeth and shooting from his nose, enough that thick ropes of it started swaying back and forth under his chin, connecting his muzzle to his bulging neck, but it was nowhere near the volume filling him. He was unable to lower his head on his own, but the tentacles did that for him, forcing him to look at the rippling expanse of his belly, now a perfect dome wobbling over him, his sides beginning to stretch out to allow more to fill the straining chamber. With Solierre held on his back, gravity tried to slightly flatten the jiggling sphere of it, but the liquid pressure kept it rising higher and higher. If not for the shaft keeping him held straight out, the sheer weight of it would have been too much for the rabbit's back.

Turick swept a paw under the bunny's shoulders and levered the little male partway upright, the rabbit's ballooning abdomen squishing up against the leopard's own belly and bouncing fluidly up and down as he continued to thrust. "Hang on, Sol," he panted, his eyes wincing shut from the pleasure of his climax. "You'll get through this. You'll get through this. They're almost off the ground. Almost..."

Solierre couldn't for the life of him understand what the leopard was trying to say, not at first, but when he figured it out, he was far from comforted. The feline's ballsack, that's what was almost off the ground, now, with the leopard standing upright with his feet parted against the back of his enormous nuts. They were almost off the ground, and Solierre's belly was already half as big around as the rabbit was tall. How much further could the bunny stretch before his straining hide could take no more? How much more semen could fill him before he reached the hypertensioned point that Lev had succumbed to, and explode in a tsunami of feline sperm?

The bunny reached up for the tentacles filling his muzzle, one paw gripping around each of them, but they were stronger than he was. He couldn't pull them free. He cringed as his belly pressed up against the leopard, wobbling out to the sides, stretching broader by the second. The rabbit could still feel every brutal gush, even with Turick thrusting through the thick soup of it inside him. When a gush of cum came while the leopard was pulled back, it rocketed through the semen already there to splatter against the inside of the top of the rabbit's gut. When the leopard was hilted, the bunny's throat buckled outward to let it all wash back and join the rest of the pool. Already his abdomen had expanded so far, Turick had to lower him parallel to the ground again to stop squeezing the taut hide up against himself.

Solierre felt like an abused condom. He looked like a condom, one filled beyond capacity and one spurt shy of exploding, but he just kept filling up more and more, stretching farther and farther. At first he'd been in pain, but now he was back to a dull ache thanks to how far apart his nerves had been spread. He could still feel the growing tension, though, the constantly increasing strain.

The hide over his chest was already starting to lift and join the growing bubble of his middle, making the rabbit look like a novelty waterballoon with arms and legs twitching out from its sides. The weight of all that cum sloshing in all directions was making him wobble from side to side over Turick's paw where it supported his shoulders, until the leopard couldn't stop the sloshing momentum from capsizing the poor rabbit and tumbling the little male around to face the other direction. Solierre cringed, his tailhole still wrapped as tight as ever around the pistoning length of Turick's shaft, and the sensitive flesh let out a spark of protest as it corkscrewed around.

But then he was facing the ground with Turick tugging his lithe legs out to the sides like a wishbone. The rabbit was just able to see the front of the leopard's still tremendous balls past the raindrop swell of his own belly. Solierre couldn't tell if they'd left the ground yet or not, but he could feel their upper curves spasming underneath the lower slope of his abdomen, the furry chambers sloshing against each other.

The fourth and last tentacle waved itself into view just as the bunny was letting go of the two jutting from his muzzle, his paws moving to the sides of his abdomen and trying to comfort the straining pelt. Slowly, that black-scaled tendril caressed its way underneath the bunny's overfilled stomach, slithering through the soft pelt and exploring the condomlike contours rippling and sloshing from Turick's urgent thrusts. The tentacle slowly traced down one round side toward Solierre's stretched belly button, then up the other slope and over the rabbit's orange, tiger striped back. It doubled back and slithered down again until it had made a single, undulating ring around the rabbit's middle, the pristine white fur of the bunny's belly jiggling to either side of it.

At first, the tentacle merely held there, as if helping to hold the rabbit together. Then, as slowly as ever, it started to tighten around him. Solierre's belly bulged and strained behind and in front of the tendril's single coil, billowing out under his arms and against his legs. It cinched itself tighter and tighter, until the bunny was going crosseyed from the strain, then abruptly released, making the entire sphere of stretched skin and fur bounce and roil like mad. The serpent's maliciously eager face came into view, grinning toothlessly at the poor rabbit, and it started cinching that tentacle around him again, watching the way his eyes bulged from the extra tension, staring at his overfilled belly when it released him once more, the momentum of the thick fluids swirling inside him making Turick stagger in place.

The weight of all that cum kept Solierre lowered over the leopard's gradually shrinking sack, the rabbit's belly ever so slowly approaching the size of one of the huge orbs quaking in front of Turick's knees. The three overfilled chambers squished and rubbed against each other constantly, all that fluid motion helped along by the tentacle tormenting Solierre, but his stomach was gradually jiggling less, the waves rippling through that white-fluffed condom growing more subtle with each tremendous gush of the leopard's member inside it. The entire time, the bunny could feel the tension inside him growing. His arms weren't able to press into his pelt as deeply as before. The serpent's coiled tentacle strained to constrict around him, the two halves of the bubble of his body pushing back against it. His belly still sloshed forward and back with the leopard's lunges, but the nature of its wobbling was gradually changing, growing less fluid and more of a singular, pendulous swing.

Solierre was approaching the point that Lev had reached just before the stag had exploded, he knew. His belly was maybe as big around now as one of Turick's testicles. The rabbit screwed his eyes shut, feeling the strain growing ever stronger all up and down his torso, but his eyes shot back open again when the serpent tail's face suddenly pummeled into the side of the rabbit's gut. The tentacle that had been clenching around his middle was swaying off to one side, now, letting the rabbit's belly sway free underneath him. A cumfilled punching bag for the serpent's blunt snout.

The first few strikes renewed the sloshing in Solierre's belly, his pelt buckling inward over the snake's nose, sending a rippling wave outward from each impact. There was still enough give in the bunny's soft pelt for that. But as each blow landed in a different spot on his spherical belly, the rabbit's fluff dimpled inward a little less around the snake's muzzle, and the rippling shockwave was that much less visible, until, a few filling gushes and serpentine strikes later, the snake was only making the straining dome of the bunny's body wobble in a short, taut bounce with each impact.

The serpent drew back, then, and the rabbit could feel its thick, coiled body shifting against his backside, easing itself off from around the base of Turick's throbbing, spewing erection. The snake's face moved back into Solierre's view, leering and grinning hatefully at him.

Now that the root of his huge trunk was free, Turick pulled the sloshing bunny down as far as he could, his tip smashing against the base of Solierre's head again and pressing up against the two tentacles clogging the rabbit's throat. The leopard let go of the bunny's legs, taking those two tentacles in his meaty paws and giving them a forceful tug. They struggled to stay where they were, the serpent turning a glare up at the leopard's face, but Turick was the stronger of the two of them, and with an eruption of semen from Solierre's mouth and nose, the tentacles plopped free.

Then Turick let out a growling hiss, and the other two tentacles simply swept in front of the rabbit's face and stuffed themselves into his maw to replace the ones in the leopard's fists, one fresh from underneath the huge feline's tail.

The leopard's head slumped forward beside the helpless bunny as the blasting fountain of cum was capped off again, and Turick let the tentacles in his hands go to run his trembling paws down Solierre's tautly curved sides. "I...can't control it right now," he grunted, a deep, husky whimper. "And I can't stop cumming. Our only chance...is if I push through. Relax your jaw, Sol. Relax."

The bunny gave a plaintive shake of his head, knowing that Turick would kill him in the attempt, but he had no way to stop it. The leopard's crown grinded forward against the squirming tentacles in Solierre's throat, pushing forcefully against them, but they didn't make way, and the rabbit's jaw stayed persistently hinged. "Get ready..." Turick murmured breathlessly, drawing his hips back for what was bound to be a ruthless, fatal thrust.

When his huge shaft retreated back through Solierre's esophagus, though, the rabbit could feel the tentacles chasing after it, keeping his throat and chest filled to capacity. Turick didn't notice, and with one paw grasping the bunny's shoulder and the other clutching the living condom's thigh, he rammed himself forward as hard as he could.

The tentacles were there to meet his member's charge, and deflected it downward. Instead of crashing back up through Solierre's throat, that battering ram surged forward in front of the bunny's ribs, stirring the thick, hot semen around it, but never even touching the inside of the rabbit's enormously stretched stomach lining. Turick groaned needily when he realized what had happened, the viciously snug embrace of the rabbit's chest replaced with the fluid-filled expanse of the little male's belly, but the leopard was soon thrusting again. Maybe at first he thought he could aim himself back up the rabbit's throat and break through the resistance of Solierre's muzzle, but Solierre could tell that a few lunges in, the leopard was once again lost and mindless to his pleasure.

The bunny's hide creaked. He could feel hypertensioned skin between each strand of fur under his paws when he cradled the upper slope of his belly in his arms. He couldn't see it, not with the two tentacles holding his muzzle straight forward, but he knew what it must look like. First the pink of his skin becoming more and more visible, then gradually growing translucent and a creamy pearl as it stretched to near invisibility around so much sperm. Just like Lev had looked right before exploding.

The pressure inside him was growing harder and harder to bear, more than two apprentices' worth of his friends' musky, melted remains swirling around Turick's rutting shaft inside the bunny's body. The tension in Solierre's belly was so strong, more and more of those cinnamon flavored remains were slipping up between the twisting lengths of the tendrils in his throat, spurting and drooling down his chin, the front of his muzzle and face completely glazed in semen. The flow up his throat was getting stronger, as even the twin, three-inch-thick tentacles were unable to plug him completely airtight.

Then a wet vice clamped over the back of Solierre's neck and under his chin. The serpent tail had wrapped its jaws around the rabbit's neck and was squeezing down tightly, crushing the bunny's throat under its gums and around its scaled tendrils. All that could escape him now was an occasional cum bubble from his nostrils.

The bunny could hear Turick groan above him and grunt out, "Gods...that's hot." The leopard had to let go of Solierre's shoulder to make room for his tail's reptilian jaws, instead closing his fingers around the rabbit's floppy ears and giving their striped lengths a tug. "I'm sorry, Sol. I really am. Didn't...didn't mean for this to happen to you, too." The leopard hunched forward, letting the weight of all the semen inside the rabbit pull Solierre down further over the swell of the feline's half full balls. "But...it's okay. It's okay to give in. To let it happen. I've put you through so much, and you took it all, even though I know you weren't having as much fun as I was. You...nnrrr, you don't have to anymore."

A very big part of Solierre wanted to do just as Turick was saying, to give up and give in and let oblivion wash away all the pain and abuse he'd been through. But even now, he couldn't find it in himself to turn off his survival instincts. He didn't want to die. He couldn't stop it, couldn't even fight, but he didn't want to end up like Lev, nothing more than a room-wide cum splatter.

The serpent tail nuzzled along one side of the bunny's dome, barely squishing against Solierre's pelt, the pressure of its face simply pushing the rabbit's entire belly toward his other side. It didn't strike him now, though, and soon it pulled back from its mocking nuzzles to watch attentively from in front of Solierre, its eyes glued to the translucent sphere of the rabbit's body. The bunny could feel it, the mounting tension, the final breaking point fast approaching.

He closed his eyes, whimpered silently, and gave in.

...But he didn't explode. There was no sudden painful burst of cum in every direction, no abrupt numbness as his limbs all sailed away from each other. Instead, Solierre felt the flesh and skin all the way from his collar bones to his pelvis shudder and abruptly begin sagging even further, ballooning outward dramatically in just a few seconds as all the pressure inside him pressed the swirling cum outward. It was as if the paper-thin muscles in his chest and abdomen had been clenching all this time, and he only now let them stop flexing.

The rabbit's eyes rolled upward toward the clouds and blue sky above him, both in relief and dismay. He was still alive, but that just meant it wasn't over.

Turick's serpent tail blinked at the inflating bunny, first looking disappointed, then a touch astonished. It had clearly thought the grand finale of Solierre's torture was about to splash over it, and now looked like it didn't know what to do. The rabbit would have smirked if he'd had the wits to find satisfaction in the snake's bewildered expression.

"Oh, Sol..." Turick's paws were tenderly running over the rabbit's sides. Solierre could feel them on the edges of his back and waist and hips, but he knew they were reaching as far down his sides as they could. "Sol...Sol..." For a while the leopard just repeated his name, stroking over the rabbit's translucent body while the tentacles plugging the bunny's throat kept his fragile back straight. The feline kept one big paw wrapped around Solierre's thigh the entire time, switching hands now and again to pet over the bunny's other spherical side. Then the rabbit felt a shudder as Turick's legs started to give out on him. "M...maybe..."

All of a sudden, Solierre was plummeting down to the ground, still skewered on the leopard's shaft. Turick was stumbling forward, falling to his knees. The bunny only had a couple feet to fall before his obscenely filled belly thudded fluidly down into the natural basin Turick had been standing in front of the entire time, billowing out to the sides and rocking Solierre and the leopard atop him with a rippling bounce. The rabbit knew the leopard had intended that depression in the ground to catch all of his semen, and sure enough, there was a large puddle that smeared underneath the bunny's navel when he was forcefully flopped down into it. But the basin now acted as a cradle below the rabbit's stomach, his hide sinking into the soil and prickly rocks and grass and conforming to the uneven shape of the shallow bowl in the earth.

In the abrupt tumble, the serpent released its choking bite around the bunny's neck, but curled its two tentacles around each other within Solierre's throat in a tight knot that did just as good a job of holding all of the pressurized semen inside him.

Turick's weight was crushing down on top of the rabbit's back, smothering the smaller male underneath him and pushing against him so much, Solierre's chin was pressing down into the upper slope of his belly. The rabbit's head vanished between his gut and the leopard's broad chest. If not for Solierre's arms and legs twitching out over his sides and the two black tendrils wedged between Turick's chest and the bunny's body, it would have looked like the leopard was humping a giant, overfilled water balloon. With his newfound elasticity, Solierre bounced and roiled like mad underneath the spotted cat, a living, breathing cum bag.

The rabbit would have been blinded by fur, but a faint light was shimmering from underneath him: the setting sun's light catching in the semen swirling around inside him and reflecting up through his hide. His skin had grown almost entirely invisible, letting him actually see each plume of cum shooting up against the front of his belly and displacing the sperm already there in a constant, rhythmic swirling, though he couldn't turn his head enough to catch a glimpse of Turick's erection jutting in and out of him.

How long could this last? The rabbit's belly was growing even more numb, and he didn't know if that was a good sign or not. The tension was slowly rising again, though, he could feel that much, and this time, he didn't think simply forcing himself to relax would let his hide stretch beyond its current limits. He was huge already, the bubble of his abdomen blooming so enormously, Solierre was having trouble thinking of his belly as still a part of himself. He felt like he was lying pinned on an inanimate, if extremely bouncy mattress, getting pummeled still by Turick's desperate thrusts.

The creaking in his pelt was starting to return. Numb as it was, he could still feel little pebbles and sharp rocks all over the basin his belly was cradled in. Worried that one of those stones might be the needle to burst the balloon of his body, Solierre did the only thing he could and focused every ounce of his willpower on breathing, drawing in thin gasps through his nose around the tentacles lodged in his throat. It was that cinnamon-scented magic that had altered him enough to survive this long.

But the pressure was mounting once more, just as portentously as it had before, the bunny's elastic skin yielding less and less against the uncomfortable points and ridges in the ground underneath him as his inflating gut stretched to its new limit. His arms and legs twitched out at his sides. He remembered how Lev had avoided so much as touching himself at the end, just before his body gave in. Solierre was doing the same thing now.

Turick was no longer holding the bunny's thighs in his paws, instead hammering his hips straight down into the rabbit's backside, letting the natural, wobbling bounce of Solierre' belly rock the rabbit's soft ass up to meet each thrust. Solierre could feel the leopard's knees prodding at the lower slope of his gut, the feline's big hind paws braced in a wide stance right against his belly where it met the basin's earthy rim. Turick's balls were squished against the rabbit balloon, right where the bunny's puff of a sheath was tucked under his own ballsack. Turick's testicles still felt so, so big against him.

Solierre closed his eyes, shuddering. There was a long, roiling groan from his straining skin as the balloon of his inflating belly slowly stopped stretching. He was as big as he was going to get, now. But still Turick bred him, shooting ever more cum into the condensed lake inside him.

"Shhh," the leopard hushed the bunny's complaining hide, petting over its upper curves. "Just...just a couple more minutes."

Solierre drew in as big a gasp of cinnamon air as he could through his nose and past the coiled tentacles plugging his throat, but he didn't have minutes. He had seconds, at best, and he knew it.

He felt Turick's weight even more heavily on top of him as the leopard's feet left the ground. They were held in place only by the shallow basin under the rabbit's belly, and the feline had to bring his big paws in to grasp at Solierre's slender shoulders to hold himself steady. The rabbit balloon was barely bouncing at all, now, under Turick's rapid lunges.

It didn't matter. There was a particularly sharp point of rock somewhere off to the right of Solierre's invisible belly button, and he knew that was what was going to end everything. It would only take a little more pressure. Just a little more.

His obscenely stretched skin groaned again, louder this time, the pitch of it rising to a higher and higher creaking squeak. The bunny shuddered again. This was it. The culmination of all of Turick's corrupted crimes, all swirling and sloshing and gurgling in to this single moment, with Solierre the vessel of all that dark magic. Four young adults and an evil curse, all blended and melted together, transformed into a hapless leopard's musk-laced semen and poured into the traumatized water skin of Solierre's body. The poor rabbit never had a chance.

This was it.

Turick's tentacles curled down around the bunny's round frame, settling against his rounded sides and squeezing ever so slightly. He could distantly feel the serpent's forked tongue tickling at his belly's lower slope, between the rabbit's spread knees. That sharp pebble dug in more and more at his precariously creaking hide.

...But the seconds ticked by. Turick's lap thumped down over and over against the bunny's backside, making that swollen pouch jiggle as much as it could, strained as it was, and somehow, Solierre didn't burst. The leopard was still humping away, but as bad as it was, the pressure inside of the rabbit wasn't getting any worse now. It merely stayed at that ominous point, one squirt shy of lethal.

It was then that Solierre realized that Turick had stopped cumming. The leopard was merely humping and thrusting himself into his afterglow. The rabbit wasn't sure how long it had been since a fresh gush of feline cum had poured into him, but Turick had given him every last drop he had to give.

The bunny warily opened his eyes. He couldn't see much aside from Turick's chest fluff and the onyx tendrils jutting from the rabbit's muzzle, and that only due to the faint light filtering up through his gut, but it was far from the wreckage he'd been afraid would meet his eyes: a cataclysmic, cummy aftermath. Gingerly, he let his paws settle on the hypertensioned cushion of his belly, his legs going limp and flopping with his full-bodied jostles with Turick's thighs between his knees.

Then, a couple minutes after he'd been sure it was all about to end, Turick stopped moving. The leopard pushed himself in to the hilt and slumped on top of Solierre, sprawled over that overfilled, living bubble and nuzzling into its dome somewhere in front of the rabbit's face. The big feline was all affection now, a rumbling purr making the thick fluids filling Solierre vibrate and hum inside him, amplifying the sound resonating from the leopard's chest.

Turick's erection only softened slightly, but he was soon drawing his hips back, a slow squeeze out from Solierre's rump that just kept going, so long that the rabbit wondered if the leopard's member had become yet another tentacle inside of him. It hadn't, though. Eventually, the ridge of the feline's human-like glans was at the bunny's sphincter, and with a little tug and a wet plop, he was free.

The sound that came from under the rabbit's quivering tail then made him want to disappear from the humiliation, but all of a sudden Turick was off of him, and Solierre was exposed to the cool evening air, perched unsteadily on top of his own overpressured gut. He was pretty sure the blast of cum from between his buttocks had knocked the leopard clean off of him; it certainly propelled the rabbit forward, his slight frame rolling toward the other end of the basin underneath him. The steady, powerful jet of semen blasting from his backside would have sent him sprawling on his face if the tentacles in his muzzle hadn't pulled out, as well. Suddenly the rabbit was spewing Turick's cum from both ends, holding his breath as the eruption rocketed out of his mouth and nostrils, twin fountaining plumes that splattered all over the curves of his slowly shrinking belly and the rocks and grass behind and in front of him.

Above the mortifying, messy splats, the rabbit could hear Turick laughing giddily. The leopard moved up to Solierre's side, rubbing a paw over the clean area between the cascades of semen. "Just look at you, Sol. You did it. You really were made for this."

Solierre tried to give his head a shake of denial, barely able to move it at all with the fountain spewing out from his face. Turick noticed, though. "You still don't believe it, do you? Your mine, Sol. My toy. No one else's, not even your own. You'll accept it in time." The leopard took a step back, both of his paws cradling his half softened shaft out toward the deflating rabbit. "But for now, I'll settle for making sure everyone else knows it."

Before the bunny knew what was happening, a golden stream was arching through the air and splashing over the balloon of his body, the rich musk of a feline's natural urine rising in the air, if rather overwhelmed by all that cinnamon sperm. Turick was pissing on him, painting his constricting hide yellow and claiming the rabbit as his own with a feral finality that would have had Solierre sobbing in defeat if he weren't still at the mercy of the vast gallons of cum pouring up his throat and out his mouth. He closed his eyes, and pressurized semen leaked from their corners to weep down his cheeks in place of tears. He would never again be anything more than Turick's plaything. He couldn't accept that, but he knew it to be true.

The leopard aimed his musky mark up over the rabbit's back, darkening Solierre's orange fur and matting it down over the glistening black tiger stripes. Then urine was raining down over the bunny's flopped ears and head, washing over his cum-slathered face, his short head fur getting plastered down by the strongly scented fluid. However unnatural Turick's genitals were, though, his bladder matched the size of his frame. It held a great deal, but nowhere near as much as his balls had. His flow only lasted a few seconds longer before it was dribbling its last drops against Solierre's shrinking side.

Turick let out a relieved, luxuriant sigh, wiping his tip against the rabbit's fur as the fluff over Solierre's domed belly began to become visible again, the individual hairs once more close enough together to begin to hide his elastic skin from view. Smiling broadly, the leopard slapped his palm down over the bunny's ass, still sore from all the lashes it had received from Turick's tentacles. Then the leopard planted his paws over the small of Solierre's back and slowly began pressing his weight down against the helpless bunny, reinvigorating the fountains of cum blasting from both ends. "Need to get you back to normal," Turick grunted, his shaft flexing up against the rabbit's side with an eager throb. "I'm ready for round two." Next to him, his serpent tail rolled its slitted eyes.

Solierre wanted to wail, to scream, to throw himself off a cliff. It didn't matter that he wouldn't be inflated to such extremes the next time around, he couldn't keep getting raped by Turick over and over again. He felt like he was already on the verge of losing his mind.

With that thought, he was convinced at first that he was hallucinating when he heard a familiar, uncertain voice say from somewhere behind him, "Turick. Get away from Solierre."

But if Solierre was hallucinating, so was the leopard. The monster did take a step away from the helpless rabbit, turning away from his deflating victim to face someone else.

When he craned his neck around to see who had spoken, the rabbit's first reaction was to try to hide. He couldn't bear for Marcel to see him like this.

But there the reptilian priest's apprentice stood, robed in his modest brown smock, holding Colem's broken and mended ice staff in front of himself as if he didn't know what it was for, yet as terrified as the lizard looked, he didn't turn and flee. He stood his ground when Turick took a step toward him.

The leopard was stroking his huge member back to a full, firm erection, his serpent tail growing a broad smirk over its lips as Turick slowly closed in on the lizard. When he spoke, Turick's voice was a deep, growling, lust-filled murr.

"Marcel."