Twitch.
At some point during the night you find yourself awake. There's a moment before you register whose arms are wrapped around you, whose chest is flush with your back, and whose....
Twitch.
Oh my.
The previous night's memories come flooding back as you feel the softened, slumbering python still balls deep in you shift slightly as those big arms snuggle you back against your new master's chest, one paw wrapped easily yet firmly around your wrists. Before you can stop yourself your newly tightened hole clenches down around the shaft, provoking a deep bassy rumble behind you. You freeze instinctively, heart pumping, but the rumbling soon returns to a slow and rhythmic snore. You didn't wake him up
I wonder if I can....
You experimentally shift your hips away from the huge presence behind you, but feel your top half locked in tight by those strong arms. Your bottom half has slightly more luck, with your sslender hips pulling forward an inch or two. You stop, breathing gently, daring yourself not to clench around the shaft that's still mostly buried inside you.
_If I'm careful...
_
You allow the breathing behind you to become more regular, then shift forward slightly again. Another inch slides free of your well-exercised hole, making you shudder. It's all you can do to stop yourself from instinctively squeezing down on that shaft, but you know that would likely only awaken the beast and put you through another exhausting breeding session.
Little more...
Another thick inch slides free, leaving about half of the shaft still inside you.
Uh oh.
You can't move forward any more. The strong arm wrapped possessively around your belly is immovable.
And you feel a sneeze coming on.
Fuck.... Fuck....!
You manage to stifle the sneeze, but you can't stop your body from reflexively clenching around the thick invader. You "meep" quietly as you feel the shaft surge and the arms clench, effortlessly pulling your slight form back to your starting point, with several inches of of semi-soft horsecock buried inside you.
"Fffffu..."
Your profanity is cut off suddenly as you feel three thick fingers stuffed into your mouth.
The larger male's shaft kicks again inside you, leaving a blot of warmth somewhere under your abdomen - his pre? - and each throb stretches your already-taut hole wider. With your mouth muffled and wrists pinned you can just lay there, but you notice something - the rhythmic breathing behind you hasn't changed a beat.
You feel the stiffening cock grow in size inside you, stretching you open wider and wider and plumbing new depths inside you with each throb. The hips behind you have started humping gently, the last and thickest couple of inches sliding in and out of you with every movement. You can feel every throb, every twitch, every heartbeat running through that mighty spire as it reshapes your insides around it. You suckle on the fingers in your mouth as you're plowed by the sleeping male, each particularly deep thrust knocking against something somewhere above your bellybutton that makes your eyes roll back in your head.
Both those muscular arms pinion yours to your sides as the deep - so fucking deep - and lazy fucking continues. The thick digits in your mouth rest there, heavy and implacable, as their slumbering owner fucks his own previous, copious load deeper into your hole. You're not sure how you feel about this - or rather, you know exactly how you feel about this, it feels amazing - but how exactly can you object? You're pinioned, mouth full of fingers, arms trapped, and backside full of a shaft that could put your thigh to shame. And what did they say about waking people who sleepwalked? Was it the same with people who sleepfucked? Probably best not to shock him...
You're suddenly rolled onto your front and the thrusts pick up in pace. Pinned and helpless, held in place by the huge male currently unwittingly plowing you, your squeaks are muffled and lost around your makeshift gag. His muzzle is pressed against your ear, his deep, rhythmic breaths not changing one bit throughout this encounter. You wonder what he's dreaming of. You wonder if he'll try to reenact these dreams when he wakes up..
Every thrust is shaking the bed now, those huge hips crashing against your pert little cheeks, huge balls slapping against yours at the peak of each toe-curling thrust. You're unabashedly moaning - you'd be screaming if you weren't nearly choking on those fingers - as that vast cock rams home with every thrust. Despite your nerve endings being on fire and your eyes rolling, you feel the pulses running up and down the length of that mammoth shaft as it suddenly steels inside you, thickening imperceptibly but enough to make you yell around his hand, as every inch of that foot-and-a-half, wine bottle thick shaft is crammed into your tight, yet yielding body. You feel a pulse running up it's length before an exploding warmth somewhere under your solar plexus, followed by another, and another, as those huge nuts unload their contents deep inside you. You're squeezed almost breathless as you're forced to take every last drop of his seed inside you, shooting so deep you feel like you can taste him in your throat. You're moaning uncontrollably into his hand as he continues to hump those last few eye-wateringly fat inches of horsecock in and out of your talented hole, filling your pliable insides to the brim with his cum. The thrusts slow, along with the pulses, until you feel the last shot of cum join the pool deep inside you. You pant, rock hard and powerless, as you feel those powerful hips press flush with your backside again as you're rolled back onto your side. Exhausted and satisfied, you snuggle back against him, feeling him shift deep inside you.
Twitch.
Uh-oh.