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Mistress of Thieves: Stealing Desire

Light grunts echoed through Aubrey's clenched jaw, her entire body jiggling with slight tremors as she settled on to her knees and elbows in the dirt of her little abode. She was letting Tracer have his reward, a good deal of information was in front of her from trade logs and ledgers he had stolen for her. So she relaxed and let him pummel her large butt with his hips as his small dick worked through her juicy quim and smacked his balls against her thick thighs. She hardly felt his small dick so there wasn't much in the way of blissful pleasure from him stuffing her over and over again for the last two weeks they had been working together, but the boy learned quick! Pleasure was already filling her head as she tried to focus on the information before her, strewn on the ground in a collage of time tables, inventory and shipping lanes; with a few bits of info on guard details as well.

However, Tracer tried new tricks every time she let him between her legs. He explored and learned, teaching himself the things that made her squeak, literally. Even now she tried to bite her tongue from making that embarrassing sound that the boy loved to hear from her. His hips pushed in to her flanks repeatedly, pounding away with fast strokes that drove his short dick right against that strange spot inside of her passage that made her pussy burn with desire. She'd been having sex since she was fourteen, never once had a man hit her in this spot so she never knew what it was until recently when she spoke to an Apothecary. Apparently women had a cluster of nerves in their passage, just behind where their clits were on the opposing side, called a 'g-spot'. This spot was nothing but a bundle of pleasure receptors normally only stroked through intercourse, but Tracer's shaft was only so big, and it ground in to that cluster of nerves mercilessly.

She felt her hips tremble, already the sound of sex filled her ears and turned them crimson from the lewd, and quite rude sounding, farting squishes her soaked cunt made thanks to the boys small shaft gliding in and out of her body with more air than flesh. His tall ears always quirked in the most adorable fashion, and his giggles over the sounds made her squirm in remembrance that this was a child she had buried balls deep inside her warm and wet tunnel. But at the same time, his hands would grip her hips and she'd wiggle, she hated not having control anymore and she made sure the boy knew who was in charge. But before she could correct him, his claws scraped her flesh beneath her fur, and a chill of pleasure shot right up her spine and in to her mind, making her squeak out rather loudly.

Even as her ears folded down with fresh red blush, her blue eyes widened in horror from the sound she let out. Before she knew it, the boy was spanking her right cheek and at the same time slamming himself in to her cushiony round butt violently; making her entire body bounce on all fours and her voice finally echo in a chorus of squeaking chirps as an orgasm asserted itself on her body. Before this boy, sex had been mundane and dull with her husband, she could count the number of times she had orgasms with him on one hand. But this child actually made her squirt! Just another embarrassing discovery she found with him, but one she absolutely loved. The feel of her own cunt honey gushing out of her quim and soaking the boy's nuts and shaft in her nectar made her shiver. Still, the best feature of children continued to make her glow through her release. Stamina and Endurance. Tracer could saw away at her for hours if he wanted too, she'd found that even after blowing his wad, he'd stay rigid and ready for more without pause.

Her husband always passed out after ten or twenty minutes of rutting.

"Faster." She whispered between squeaks, now she purposely made the noise every time his hips crashed in to hers. She knew he loved making her squeak, so she used it to spur him on.

He didn't disappoint her either. Tracer loved her, she took care of him and made him feel good, and she taught him stuff; so when she asked for something, he did it. His small hips hunched up as she wrapped his arms over her wide forty-two inch waist, squeezing on to her wide ass and beginning to pump his hips in short, but quick jerking movements. His little knot had long been a source of slight pleasure for her, just thick enough to make her love tunnel spread open a little, but only near her entrance which didn't do too much for her, no most of her pleasure still stemmed from the dirty fact that she was a cheating whore; literally selling herself to a child just for food and information, and somehow that made this just an amazing fuck.

When her eyes finally slid closed and she started to roll her hips backwards against him, forgetting all about the information in front of her, she gasped in a few higher pitched squeaks feeling his little claws digging in to the flesh of her upper thighs near her waist. Something instinctual kicked in, and her body froze perfectly still, locking up even as her ass flesh jiggled and wobbled like a water filled pouch with the boys pumping motions. She felt him tensing up as well, and then the rush of five or six ropes of kiddy cum spewed in to her passage and she lost it. Another orgasm pushed through her passage, massaging Tracer's small dick to milk him dry - but his size still left to much space between her muscled walls and his bare skin, so all he got was little nudges from the winking tunnel.

"Good boy." She panted, relaxing under the release of two strong peaks. She wiped her cheek and again turned crimson when she realized she had been drooling. "Time go get off of me so I can work." She continued, reaching down to her hips to carefully pull his hands free. Thankfully those claws didn't pierce her flesh, no blood came away and she felt the tyke slide himself from her flanks.

When he was off of her, she sat up, and grunted when she felt sliminess on her thighs. She really missed having a private bath. She was filthy. Two weeks of dirt, dust, and sweat covered her fur, not to mention the reek of sex left in the week of daily rutting with an eager kid. Slowly she gathered up her papers and stood to her full six feet and four inches - not including the three extra inches her ears gave her when they stood up. She looked at her filthy clothing, stains and dirt smeared in to the only usable wool shirt she had since the looser one was torn when she first met Tracer. Her three pairs of underwear were also a mess, and her skirts seemed looser than before; she must be losing weight from a lack of her normal diet.

But that was about to change. She had information she never would have gotten before on a rival merchant family. The Deleros weren't as crafty as she had been; nor did they really spend money on guards since the King's Law protected pilfered goods with Insurance - the very reason her husband had caused her to lose everything. "Right then, Tracer. Let's go. Get dressed." She ordered, pulling on the silk panties and bra she kept even after her dismissal from the Merchant quarter. The shorter skirt wound around her hips, revealing a lot of her butt's lower curve and detailed the shape sticking out behind her. Finally the tighter wool shirt she had went on, it was tight fitting still and she'd customized the neck to be an open 'V' that revealed a lot of her FF cleavage and the soft white fur along her chest, belly and throat.

Dusting off her black furred cheeks, though her left eye had a grey patch of fur over it, she tried her best to flare her eyelashes with just the tips of her claws. No mirror made it difficult to do, so she was cautious about it and used her naked tail to balance her body as she bent her knees to get a little more water on her claw tips from a small basin. The water was as filthy as she was, not drinkable at all and too little to do any kind of washing. She was going to have to do something about the stink on her. She snapped her seven foot tail like a whip as she turned to peer over at Tracer.

The little fox had stark white fur that was covered in brown, black, and somehow purple dirt. His ears were easily seven inches tall and absolutely adorable on his small head and vulpine muzzle with green eyes. But the most curious thing about him was the strange red markings in his fur. It wasn't fur dye; that was far too expensive for the child to get. The fur was actually white near his flesh and then turned red the further from his skin, and the trail of fur was so thin that it was barely visible unless you were close to the child. But when she got within inches of him; she saw that the whorls, swirls and strange marks were actually rune craft. She thought it was magic on the boy at first, but then again he wasn't very magical except in bed.

After two weeks with him, they'd snipped enough money to get him a set of proper clothes and a pair of daggers that looked like short swords on him. Simple leather pants and a wool shirt with leather vest and a matching belt; he cut a rather dashing figure... if he was ten years older. Still he was handsome in the outfit and she grabbed his hand to lead him out the front door she had finally unsealed last week. The broken down hovel they stayed in was to worthless for anyone to bother, so it made a perfect place for her to start her Thieves guild with children as the pawns. Tracer had a bunch of friends he could talk to on the streets; they would make perfect informants once she had a chance to teach them.

For now, however, she walked the boy hand in hand towards Linsay's shop. The massive grizzly bear female wasn't in her shop, but the sound of metal on metal from the side building told her that Linsay was in her smithy. The pair walked outside and around the corner to the open front of the smiths work space, heat radiating in the air. "Hey Momma Bear." Aubrey called out with a grin, Linsay hated that nickname.

"Don't call me that." Linsay snapped, slamming her huge hammer on the anvil violently. "What need?" she finished.

Linsay, it turned out, was short with words more from a lack of education than anything else, but she also didn't like to waste time with too many words and that made her painfully honest, and also trustworthy. "I need to commission a small shield for Tracer. Something he can put on his head."

Linsay's brown eyes squinted at the rat female, "Shield on arm. Not head." She rumbled.

Laughing softly, Aubrey nodded. "Very true, but I need to strap it to his head to train him in a special art." She responded.

Still tilting her head in confusion, Linsay shrugged her huge shoulders and rose to her feet. Nearly ten feet tall, the ursine woman's bulk could easily be in the seven to eight hundred pound range... every last inch of it was muscle except for her huge breasts and heavy butt. Aubrey watched as the woman took a shield off the wall; made from wood; and walked over to Tracer. She glowered at the child, as if she hated kids - which might explain her loathing of Aubrey's nickname for her. But Tracer stood tall, showing no fear of the wall of brown furred woman.

Linsay lowered the shield to settle on the kids head and squatted down to peer under the shield rim, putting her large tits very close to his face. "Is tiny head. Tight fit. Two days." She said, before giving a loud and yet awkward grunting-squawk.

Aubrey's eyes were wide, staring at Tracer's tiny hands squeezing at Linsay's huge jugs! The boys tiny paws actually disappeared in to the furred flesh, the orbs so soft and squish it was obvious where all of her fat went. "Tracer!" she squeaked, grabbing his arms and yanking him away before Linsay could kill the child with her stare... or giant hands... or the hammer she still held... so many ways the woman could hurt someone.

"But... she smells like you. Really sweaty and wet." He giggled.

"If child want sex, child be bigger." Linsay growled, turning on her heel after rising up. "Linsay cunt swallow cub, easy." She laughed and walked back to her anvil. But Aubrey could see a small trail of moisture running down the ursine ladies right inner thigh, and the slightly awkward wiggle of her hips. Is she trying to sashay? Ohh this was to perfect. A new idea sparked in her mind and she got closer to the forge, leaving Tracer near the entrance.

"He's quite handsome, yeah?" Aubrey asked.

Linsay's body language froze and betrayed her at the same time. "Cute." was all she said.

But Aubrey's mind was ticking off a new way to make money, or at least trade. "Well. He doesn't have a big dick, but I can say for a fact he knows how to use it." She commented.

A loud clang! echoed in the forge as Linsay's hammer strike missed its mark. "Is." She gulped "Is not right. To young. To soft and Frail. I break." She said the last bits at barely a whisper, but Aubrey's large ears heard it all.

"If you want, I'll gladly trade you the shield for borrowing him for an hour or two." Aubrey held up a hand before Linsay could speak. "I promise you, he can make you squirm. I've been teaching him how to use his fingers and tongue." She winked a blue eye.

Linsay's gulp was audible, and her brown eyes were wide and staring for a minute until she turned slightly to eye the barely four foot tall fox kit. Her breathing was a bit heavier and her large thighs bunched tightly together. "Linsay..." she breathed deep, "Virgin... will hurt?" she asked.

Aubrey's smile grew ten times wider, showing off her sharp white teeth. "Won't hurt you more than a tiny pinch if at all." She winked.

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They traveled through the city's lower quarter and towards the roads for a good two miles past the guard house where a bridge ran over the a rushing river to deep to be forded and too fast to use anything more than a tiny raft, meaning folks would have to push further down river to cross safely, or the Kingdom could shell out money for a bridge. This was her ambush site, or what ambush she had planned. On the opposite side of the bridge, she tracked out her steps and found a small patch of bushes that couldn't hide any grown bandits. It was perfect.

She turned around to see Tracer watching a few bugs bounce around, looking board beyond belief. She reached out her hands and cupped his cheeks even as she leaned down and caught his full attention with a small kiss. Unfortunately the smell of the boy nearly made her gag, so she stood up and shifted her wide hips forward to bury the boys sensitive nose in to her crotch under her skirt. "Mmm, you wanna play some more?" she crooned out, already dampening her panties just at the thought of being caught in the open with a child's snout between her legs, "Fuck I'm a deviant." She whispered under her breath.

But the boys nose was sniffing heavily, breathing in the pheromone laden smell of aroused woman, sweat, and stale urine from a lack of bathing and laundry. He didn't seem to mind one bit as he nodded his head yes in response.

"Well, if you wanna play some more, you gotta dig, right here." She purred, using her right foots toe claws to draw and 'X' behind the shrub she found. She also dragged his head out from under her skirt and smiled down at him. "Dig dig dig until I come get you. Then we can play." She said with a broad smile.

Like any warm blooded straight male, he dove in to the ground and started digging with his hands. She smiled and sauntered her way downstream slowly, swaying her hips left to right in a hard hip bounce without even noticing. Tracer saw, his digging growing more frantic and quick.

After walking a good half a mile downstream she came to a spot where some rocks created a very small calm spot in the river waters. "Oh thank the gods." She sighed, and didn't bother to strip as she hopped right in to the water, only to shriek and shoot right back out. "Coldcoldcoldcoldholyfuckthatiscold." She shuddered, her entire body shivering visibly with her teeth chattering. "Fuck you old man winter and your fucking freezing ass mountain snow run off." She chattered, rubbing her shoulders even if she was soaking wet. The sun was high now, but it hadn't warmed the waters in the least bit, and after a sniff of her own body, she groaned and shuddered. "I smell like a fucking chamber pot." She hissed through her teeth "I hate being poor. I want maids again."

Aubrey continued sniffling and wallowing in her own self pity, even as she shimmied her way back in to the cold water and began undressing. Her panties floated near the shore briefly before she plucked them up and laid them on a rock. Her skirt and top followed and then her bra, she took a long look at them and sighed. "Fucksake this better work, better be a man driving." She hissed and reached under her body to grab a handful of wet sand, starting to scrub her fur under the water using the slurry of silt to help remove a lot of the filth that covered her over the last week. She scowled at a bit of cloudy pearl droplets bubbling up to the surface of the water from between her legs. "That kid has blown his nuts in me way too many times already." She sighed "But sex makes results. Remember Aubrey, sex sells for whores, but sex makes submissive boys obey." She commented in her new mantra.

The cold water was beginning to seep in to her bones, but the noon day sun was warming her once she crawled out of her bath. Her soaked fur hung on her in shaggy drab and she screamed in rage again, "A Brush! My Kingdom for a fucking Brush!" she snarled, and then shook herself violently out. She grabbed her clothing and laid out on the ground with her ass in the air, rolling in the grass to help shake off some of the excess water from her fur before climbing to her feet and hauling her mostly clean panties back up her thick thighs and scooping up her large butt cheeks in the back of the undies. After getting her bra back on and throwing her top over her head, she hooked her skirt around her hips and started the march back towards the bridge.

It took a little longer since most of it was up hill for her and she wasn't in a hurry just yet. But what she found when she got back to the bridge made her growl. "Hey! That is mine." She snapped at a large pair of badgers holding poor Tracer by the scruff at knife point.

The men turned their heads and gave lewd grins "Aww did mommy rat lose her crotch spawn?" the one with the knife laughed. He was heavy set, and none of it was muscle, but his friend was the exact opposite. "Come get it then," he said, and jammed the knife in to the cubs left bicep.

Tracer's yelp of pain sent a shock down her spine, one she didn't think would be there since he was a means to an end. But, even as she felt the words in her heart, she spat them out. "That is my minion, and you just gave up your life." She snarled. She was no stranger to violence, she had blood on her hands during her caravan runs, and women were often targets, especially lone women riding out on the road. She was already in motion by the time the fat fucker realized her dagger had opened his throat. Tracer fell from his grip as he grabbed for his new mouth, gasping and gargling for breath.

His friend reacted quickly after the initial shock, parrying her dagger with a hastily drawn short sword. Tracer rolled out of the way and out of sight, just as she stepped forward with a feint for the badgers throat. While he lifted his sword tip to deflect, she dropped her arm and fought like a lady - cutting his family jewels viciously and then mercilessly reaching in with her claws and savaging his torn bits even as the man gargled a scream of agony and dropped his sword. As soon as he was disarmed, she pressed her dagger to the man's throat and snarled through her clenched teeth, upper left lip curled. "I'm Zhara Mistwalker, no one fucks with the Bloodclaw Thieves and goes unscathed. Spread the word." She hissed, and slashed straight up with her dagger, carving the males left cheek open and shredding his eye.

She rolled her hips saucily in her turn, leaning down casually so her ass was in the air and even hiked her tail at the bleeding and wounded male, showing off her perfect apple shaped ass cheeks and tightly gripped pussy through her panties, as she wiped her knife on his friend's clothes and sheathed the blade. "Tracer." She snapped, not even looking to see if her followed as she once again rolled her hips in a slight turn and sauntered away across the bridge.

Tracer smartly popped out of the hole he had been digging, and charged after her even as blood dripped down his arm from the puncture wound. He didn't say anything, though tears rolled down his cheeks. Aubrey was so proud of her little fox. Not even a sniffle or complaint. This boy was definitely hers and he would get a reward tonight... and then the wind picked up and she realized she was downwind of him. Bath first. I am splurging for a bath house visit for him. She thought to herself. She had the money now, after all, she grabbed both men's coin purses, in one case literally and figuratively. But first, a quick stop by the Apothecary for his arm, the blood on his arm did not look right on his white fur, those runes were eye sores enough on the boy's pristine color.

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Aubrey's sigh was heavy as she handed over five of the twelve gold coins she had pocketed from the jackasses outside the city limits. She had already parted with two other coins to have Tracer's arm cleaned, gotten him a solid cleaning, and bandaged up from the Apothecary, whom turned out to adore children and was quite furious with her for letting the boy get hurt. Once Aubrey had explained what she did to the men, the older woman seemed appeased. But now, she wanted a bed under her back, she was just sick of sleeping on the ground for the past week. Besides, she needed the room for tonight's fun with Linsay. Another good side of this room at the Inn was a nice hot meal for her and the boy, he'd need his energy after all.

As she claimed the room key, she took the few coppers change from the Inn keeper and turned on her heel to march back to the table Tracer sat at stuffing his face with thick beef stew. She now walked with the constant swing to her hips to attract attention; she needed people to see her; to know where she was at all times. Her plans were to ensure she was always in the public light, Aubrey; not Zhara Mistwalker.

"Is that good lad?" she asked, sitting down at the table across from her very first minion. She felt his tiny feet brushing her knees under the table as he kicked them, and then paused when something else bounced in to her lap. Her blue eyes peered at him for a few seconds, and then she tilted her head and peered down to her lap, where a coin purse had dropped against her thighs. "Lil' shit." She said in a whisper. Her eyes lifted back to him, and he simply took a spoonful of soup in to his muzzle and sucked on it.

Ohh she had struck solid gold finding this kid and teaching him the proper things to steal instead of just food. A discrete hand movement she picked up as a traveling merchant left the coin purse pushed under her skirt, and some subtle thigh work shimmied the leather pouch close to her pussy mound where her own coin purse rested. Acting like she were scratching an itch through her skirt, she managed to nuzzle the pouch in to her panties alongside the other pouch and also to adjust her thighs in to a better knee crossed position proper for a lady in a dress or skirt. "You're going to have a special night tonight Tracer." She purred in a husky voice. "Miss Linsay is gonna be stayin' with us tonight in the room. She's a very snuggly lady just like me, but she doesn't have a cute little cuddle partner like you that I have. So you get to snuggle with her tonight."

"Do I gotta?" he pouted, pushing another spoon full of soup in to his muzzle even as she took a dainty bite of her own soup.

Her head bobbed up and down as she sat with her back straight and shoulders squared, a dignified woman of class trying to impart wisdom and decorum to the lad. "Yes dear. She is very special to us. I mean, she makes sure our equipment is in good order, right?"

Tracer tilted his head a few times, looking at his own hips at the twin 'tooth picks' at his hips. The poniard pair of daggers had been resized for him, and he often used them to pick his teeth more often than anything else. "I guess so." He finally answered.

"Well good. Finish your dinner and I promise you won't have to wear any more flower scent." She said, even her nose was burning with the amount of perfume the old Apothecary had poured on the poor boy after she had scrubbed him clean to ensure his wound wouldn't get infected. His bicep had an adorable looking bandage tied in a cute bow, and she had to admit it gave the kid a roguish charm, unfortunately that charm was lost when one looked at the outfit she had picked up from the human tailor that had made her clothes.

He was now dressed in a sharp pair of brown wool trousers that were a little baggy so he could grow in to them, with a black leather belt on his hips that housed his daggers. His upper body was tucked in to a white poets blouse and a brown leather vest that was too tight and strangled the poor boys waifish chest, proving most of his apparent weight was all fur and fluff.

As the last bite left his spoon, he used the small heel of bread to mop up the rest of the soup from the bowl and munched it with his cheeks stuffed. She stared at him with incredulous blue eyes, she thought she'd gotten used to his bad manners as he chewed with his mouth open, but now that they weren't alone together, it was annoying. She reached over and clamped her hand around his upper and lower muzzle, shutting his snout firmly and making his violet eyes turn up to her. "We chew with our muzzles closed. We do not show our teeth when our mouths are full." She recited from one of her old tutors.

But Tracer just stared at her, and the second her hand left his jaws, he snapped his mouth open and closed several times, swallowing before she could grip his muzzle again. They glared at each other across the table, Blue eyes VS. Violet orbs.

"I interrupt?" a deep throated and yet still feminine voice queried from the side.

It was Aubrey who broke contact first, albeit slowly, to look up at Linsay. She noticed right away several men with staring with malice at the ursine woman. But Aubrey just smiled and stood up to try her best at hugging the large female. "Linsay sweetie, I'm so happy you made it. We have a room all set up for a fitting, I can't wait for you to try it on." She purred, using the sing-song voice she picked up as a merchant to help drum up sales from gullible customers as a way to throw off the foul mood of the room. "Come, come. Tracer, let's go." Aubrey said, grasping Linsay's left hand and hauling her towards the stairs. Tracer shoveled the last of Aubrey's stew in to his mouth before following.

Final room on the left, third floor, it was a perfect suite with two beds and a wash room. It was the most expensive room at the Inn and she sighed at the size of the beds. Linsay was not going to fit on those things. "Shit." She said, turning to look up at Linsay and only now realizing what she was wearing.

The ten foot behemoth grizzly was wearing just her apron and a pair of brown wool... shorts. She reeked of the forge, sweat, and ash. Maybe she had spent too much on this special night for Linsay after all.

"Nervous." The tall woman said, fidgeting in the most fearsome and yet adorable fashion.

Tracer managed to work himself in through the door by walking right between Linsay's powerful thighs, making Aubrey look down at her own hips where the boys head rest. "What?" he asked, showing a mouthful of stew.

Linsay snickered at that, closing the door finally. "Little fluffy is cute. Soft and sweet." She said, squatting her massive bulk down and Aubrey nearly gagged at the strong stench of horny ursine woman covered in sweat coming from between the thick thighs Linsay had.

Her eyes were watering as she coughed and shook out her head, picking up pieces and putting them together. "Linsay, sweetie. Are you in heat?" she asked softly, watching as the woman rubbed Tracer's head and ears with one massive hand.

"Yes. Just came from forge." Linsay said deadpan.

With a smack to her forehead, Aubrey sighed "No, no. Are you in season, fertile, feeling so horny it's hard to think straight?"

"Yes. Season is good." She responded with a bright smile.

Aubrey's head kicked back with her snout up in the air to try and hide her eye roll. "Right. Well if you get pregnant, not my fault." She said under her breath, turning to the beds again and frowning. "Well, Tracer - strip."

Hearing the command, Tracer actually fell on his back and planted his feet in to the side of his leather vest and started kicking until it popped off over his head. A few scuff marks showed up on the leather, but nothing damaging, just defacing. But Linsay giggled like a child, untying her apron and pulling it off, freeing the biggest pair of breasts Aubrey had ever seen in her life. Just one orb was bigger than her own head, including her ears! A large nipple capped each jug and Tracer was already licking at one of them in the swirling flick she had taught the boy to use on her own breasts.

Linsay's pleasure was obvious as the mountain of brown fur quivered violently enough that her heavy tits visibly bounced. The scent in the room spiked and Aubrey retched a little more, she couldn't leave Tracer alone with the woman for fear she might hurt him by accident, she rushed over to the window and pushed it up to let in some fresh air as she sat near the window. The smell of ursine sow in heat wasn't a pleasant one for her, her own scent of heat was foul to her nose, how did Linsay put up with that stink?

"Mmmnmnnnmmm, little fox stop." Linsay panted, pushing Tracer back and then smiling. "Wetting self, let undress." She said, standing up and starting to push her shorts down. Aubrey stuck her nose out the window quickly as the fertile scent sky rocketed.

After a few deep breathes, she turned back to see Linsay's left hand shoved against the wall, her mouth hanging open and her eyes unfocused as drool rolled from her left jaw. Her entire body was quivering, but mostly her thighs... which Tracer was standing between with his face buried in the hairiest cunt Aubrey could imagine. That explains the stink! She thought to herself. The sheer amount of curl black hair covering the woman's mound was enough to hide her entire pussy from view, even with the little boys muzzle between fat cunt lips she couldn't see the gash.

"Uhnnguhhnn... Uhnnn..." Linsay grunted, before a rush of clear fluid drenched poor Tracer's face and chest! Linsay's entire form nearly buckled over him in her quick orgasm, and Aubrey was ready to dart in and grab him, hoping the kid hadn't been drowned. "Ohhnnnfoxy!" Linsay shrieked through ground teeth as he continued licking her clit and labia with quick little darting tongue laps. Finally she dropped to her knees, forcefully removing the little white fox from her cunt. "I not take more." She panted, her large breasts wobbling as she sat her rump down on her feet and leaned back.

"Now Tracer." Aubrey said.

Turning his cum dripping head to her, he smiled and nodded. Once more focused on his new playmate for the game, Tracer's hands planted on the thick thighs of Linsay's brown furred legs, and dug in for grip. The way she was leaning back against the wall with her feet beneath her ass, her pussy was the perfect height for him to simply push his little stick in to the quagmire of her marshy cunt.

_ Swing and a Miss._ Aubrey thought to herself with a smile by the window.

Aubrey's body was much better sized for the poor kid, but the titan of fuzz before him had a different pussy shape, and he had to adjust his feet a few times while shifting his hips left; right; up; little more up; there! His little dick found the hole hidden between the roasting hot ursine vulva, his shaft just barely long enough to push through the hymen muscles and just thick enough to rip the ring open a little, causing that loss of virginity. But he was also fully hilted, even his knot was full grown and stuffed in to her gulping, cavernous mound thanks to the strong smell of pheromone laden pussy juices soaking his body. But it didn't stop the eager child, his hips bucking in the fashion Aubrey had taught him to use when being 'gentle'.

At times, Aubrey couldn't handle the boy's zeal and she had to viciously clench her thighs and hold his ass cheeks to make him slow down. Now that training came in to play as he experienced a deep and open passage that only squeeze him when her muscles winked from the repeated puncture to her hymen walls as his hips rocked in a steady rhythm that made just his cute little butt move with his hips. His tails hiked up, showing off a bit of the action, and Aubrey found she couldn't help but watch his little balls swinging between his legs and Linsay's.

Linsay was not a quiet lover. She rumbled her pleasure in deep, grunting moans as another orgasm squirted out of her mound and plastered Tracer's fur to his thighs, making a rather large puddle of female cum on the wood floors. She tried to move her hips in a gyrating movement, but every time she did it made Tracer's prick slip from her lips. "Lil' Foxy stay in." she groaned, letting him shift and wiggle to find her passage again. "Love little kiddies. No make fun of Linsay." She moaned, putting her full weight against the wall and reached down so one of her massive hands grabbed Tracer's bum and pushed him forward bodily!

He squeaked as his toe claws skittered over the floor, no longer in control of his thrusts, Linsay used her hand to make his hips move back and forth between her legs, working his little rod through her passage at her own pace that also made his small balls partially enter her snatch to feel the winking muscles squeeze gingerly against his sack and shaft at random. Every thrust she made him make filled the air with the lewd slurping sounds Aubrey found embarrassing, but Tracer ate up. His giggles joined the groans from the larger woman, and by the time her forth orgasm squirted on to the floor, the sound was quite audible and unmistakable.

But they also stopped all together after that, though Tracer continued to squirm and wiggle between her legs. Aubrey tilted her head and looked closer. "She passed out." She laughed softly. She stood up to go free Tracer, but backed off after two steps. The reek of sex was powerful away from the window, mixed with the multiple releases of in season bear sow pussy and Aubrey was ready to crawl out the window. But she'd paid good money for this room and she was not passing it up. "Did you make cream?" she asked Tracer.

"Uhm... I think so?" the boy huffed, trapped between clenched thigh muscles and a heavy ursine arm, the kid couldn't get himself free and was stuck in a standing position. "Yes." He finally said after getting a look down his soaked front, a little dribble of his spunk dripped from his little sack and that's how he freed himself. While his nose was better than hers, he was male and didn't seem fazed by the stench of horny woman. He dropped himself to all fours, bonking his nose in to the woman's cunt mound and then scurrying backwards.

He turned to walk to her, but she yelped and stood up on her chair while yanking her dagger free. "NO! You stay over there, you reek!" she hissed, defending her window seat. "Ohh you are getting another bath so bad tomorrow."

"Noooo! I don't want to!" Tracer barked in retort, but Aubrey was already making more plans even as she crab walked towards the bed nearest the window, hauling it as close as she could get it before laying in the bed.

"Go to sleep kiddo. You can use her tits as pillows." She winked.

~~ To be continued...

~ Allester E. Darkflame