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“Ugh, way too hot out today," Lloyd grumbled, tipping up his helmet to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“It's not that bad and I'm the one with fur," replied Daniella. The buxom highland cow took a swig from her waterskin.

“Easy for you to say, you're not wearing steel and a gambeson."

“Oh, don't be such a calf," she giggled.

Lloyd flashed her a pout, jumping as her tail playfully swatted his back.

She swaggered on in front of him, the long auburn hair covering half of her face making the wry grin she sported look broader. “Fine mister bellyache, we'll find somewhere to stop. But you owe me."

He rolled his eyes, “Deal."

Daniella snickered, and he watched her go, trying his best to ignore the blistering sun baking his neck. The dusty trail turned to cobble, entering the outskirts of a town. Her thigh-high boots clicked against the stone road. Her pom-tipped tail whipped back and forth in rhythm with the sway of her hips and raised the hem of her skirt with every step, teasing him with the bare flesh of her upper thighs.

“This'll have to do. Hey dork, quit staring. We're here."

Snapping back into reality, mortified that she'd caught him, Lloyd looked up to see her standing at the entrance to an inn, a hand on her cocked hip. A worn sign hung above the door, “The Sleepy Dragon".

“That last job sucked, but we still got enough coin for a room and maybe a beer. Not that fancy, but it beats being out here, right?" She snorted, shoving the oak door inward and motioning for him to follow.

“A drink sounds fantastic," he grinned.

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The Sleepy Dragon was a far cry from its namesake. Inside it was lively and packed to the brim; characters of all shapes and sizes desperate for some shade and refreshment. A fair company of beast-men sat in a corner drinking and playing cards. Some elf strummed a lute on stage.

In a twist of cruel irony, the mass of bodies meant that Lloyd was sweating more standing inside than he did on the journey over.

Daniella had left to speak to an inn-keeper while Lloyd fetched a drink. The sea of people made ordering a fruitless endeavor. First, he looked for a barmaid and found her on an imposing wolf's lap. She seemed far too busy swooning to take any orders. So, instead he attempted to make his way to the bar proper, but wound up trapped between two burly half-orcs before giving up. He stayed near the stairwell, waiting for his companion to return.

He spied her moving through the crowd, pushing free and strolling up to him. “I paid for the last room they had, it's downstairs. How about we forget the bar and just relax there?" She offered.

“Sure, hotter than a kiln in here, anyway."

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The cellar-adjacent lodging was well furnished, more so than Lloyd thought it would be. Spacious, with a small desk, a comfortable bed of straw and skins for a mattress, and candlelight to make up for its smaller windows. And it was far cooler down there than the bar.

“Oh man, that's better," he sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the welcome reprieve from the summer haze. That was until something tickled at his nose.

“Mmmmh, absolutely," Daniella sighed, followed by a quiet flumpf

Curious, he reopened them and froze, his view dominated by the tantalizing sight of Daniella half-squat in front him, skirt nowhere in sight. That tail swayed like a snake, rising from her lower back, above the furry crescents of her presented rump, to brush at his neck.

“Don't get too comfortable now, I believe there's still that little favor you owe me?" The highland cooed, bending over to untie her boots and kicking them away. She left only the pleasing black wraps beneath. The fat, rounded moons of her backside ground against his lap as she undressed. He groaned, his member tenting the loose fabric of his tunic.

The heady smell of her arousal flooded his lungs, making him yearn all the more to 'repay' her. “It'd be my pleasure to pay you back," he whispered, reaching forward to squeeze a handful of her shapely posterior, feeling the perky muscle yield to his fingers. He tried to hug her waist, but found that his arms wouldn't meet from around the generous curves of her ample ass.

She shuddered, rolling her haunches and pressing against him. His touch roamed across her thigh, trailing the broad flare of her hips, and towards the cinch of her waist, one hand unbuttoning the bottom of her shirt while the other fondled her breast. Pulling her top over her horns and letting fall in a messy pile, weighty breasts bouncing free. He gaped, both of them easily the size of his head. She turned and drew him into a lustful embrace, smothering Lloyd up against the side of her bosom, the aroma of her lust mixing with the subtle scent of perspiration. Her fluffy pelt was damp with it, but he didn't care. Her tit was big enough to cradle in his arm, the covetously malleable ball of fur and fat spilling over his forearm. He stood on the balls of his feet, leaning over to kiss her neck, coaxing a flirtatious giggle from his plump lover.

Daniella stripped away his clothes, rousing him with the glide of her palms across his toned chest. He thrust against the squish of her thigh, the taste of salt still on his lips. Tracing the pink dinner plate of her areola with the edge of his finger, he kneaded the buttery dough of her jugs. Soon there was only the cool air of the room, contrasted with the growing heat of the cow's body burning against his pale flesh. The moment he was bare, she hooked an arm beneath his leg and lifted him with a strength bellying her doughy figure. She took advantage of their difference in size, leering at him with a toothy smile before she sat him on her hip, and groped at his pert rear.

Lloyd's cheeks reddened, body light and floaty as she anchored over his shoulder blades. Fiery gusts rolled over him. Goosebumps prickled at his skin, his heart skipping a beat from the sweet nothings whispered in his ear. He met her loving gaze. Those plump, pillowy lips bewitched him, his attention falling solely on them. The rest of the suite turned hazy as they parted ever so slightly. Possessed, an aethereal pull drew Lloyd towards her.

A guttural cry drew from his throat as she locked him tightly to her in a messy kiss, his hot moans muffled by her embrace. It was vivacious. Wholly consuming. A shiver radiated from his very core as her broad, dexterous tongue darted into his mouth, lecherously demanded every inch of space he could give her, vying for dominance by coiling and twisting around his own, and filling his cheek. His knees grew weak, turned to jelly beneath that blissful hold. The hand at his back held his head, sifting through his hair, as she bore down on him and forced herself deeper. It stole his breath away. Lost in her, he hardly noticed being laid across the bed and withdrawing with a wet pop. The room spun. He panted, propped up on his elbows, and his member pulsed almost painfully. He wanted her. Needed her.

The furs brushed at his skin and sent shivers up his back. He imagined it's how her fur would feel, gliding and caressing him as she rode him. The steady drumming of his heart turned to a gallop as she climbed atop the bed, crawling forward until she loomed over him. A glimpse of her eyes from beneath her locks as she stared down at him, showing nothing but raw, feral hunger. His thoughts ran a thousand miles a minute, giddy as she straddled his lap. The sizable drumsticks of her thighs squished against his own. The lap-smothering grandness of her ass cheeks bumped against his calves.

Searing heat teased loins, growing more intense the closer her nethers came to his. “O-ooh gods," he groaned. His hands settled along her waist as she pulled forwards., her sopping lips touched his member, making his toes curl in a fiery thrill. He gripped the pliant padding of her hips, desperate to feel her truly.

It was but a taste of the pleasures she offered. Her wet mound ran across the shaft of his cock repeatedly in agonizingly slow motions, gyrating and working him against the spongy bedding.

She saw his need and smiled, “Mmmh, be patient... you're gonna like this." She promised, her husky tone like music to his ears. The bed creaked as she flipped over. Back laid across his belly, Lloyd did as his lover instructed. Staying as she adjusted herself, the crook of her arm looped around his neck. Sweat dripped down his back, his tender skin sheened with it as she placed him beneath her armpit and cradled him against her flank.

He watched as her fingers found her breast, the full-figured woman letting loose a whorish moan as she kneaded it, tugging and playing with her plump teet. His eyes widened as a rich droplet of milk leaked onto her fingers, her massaging turning it into a steady drip. “You must be dying for a drink," she cooed, “let me take care of that." She offered her breast to him and his throat felt like sandpaper, his mouth watering at the thought.

He took it gladly, sealing his lips around the pink, thumb-sized nub. Warm, delicious cream graced his tongue, leaking from her tender bosom like a sieve. The flow grew stronger with every swallow of her alabaster bounty. He traced across the sensitive button, exhilarated by Daniella's shivers of delight. He savored her low moaning, suckling as if he hadn't drunk in days.

“Nnngh, fuck, that feels good," Daniella slurred. She pet his hair, cradling and stroking at his face. “That's it—hahhh—drink up~."

He could only imagine the pressure aching at her chest, and how good it must feel to relieve it. He was more than happy to help. It was soothing as much as it was arousing being held like this, the orgasmic combination swirling his thoughts and intoxicating him like strong ale. All the while, his lover carefully aligned his twitching cock with the steaming entrance of her cunt. The weight of her derriere left his thighs. He breathed sharply, pressing his fingers into her budding paunch and guided her downward, bubbling anticipation exploded into flaming desire the moment the tip of his glans parted her waiting lips. She took his hand in hers and drove downwards. Lloyd's breath hitched, milk leaking past the edge of his lip, and his back arching as she cried out; the snug walls of her depths enveloping his cock in their slick, silken warmth.

Daniella gently raised herself upward, withdrawing his prick up to the head, before slamming back down. He squeezed her palm, eyes threatening to roll back as they fell into a rhythm: She rocked her hips, and he met her in kind with an upward thrust with a force that resounded up through her tummy, wobbling her pendulous breasts.

She pulled him tighter to her, smothering him in furry titflesh. The resulting deluge of cream nearly made him choke. He clenched his eyes and gulped. The tempo of their rutting grew feverish as they climbed higher and higher towards a glorious crescendo.

A dull, growing pressure pooled in Lloyd's lap, her honey leaking onto his thighs with every thrust. He couldn't even pull away and warn her he was close. He desperately held himself back, dangerously close to going over the edge that resisting the temptation of orgasm was its own sort of pleasure. His balls felt like they would explode. The rolling clenches of her tight folds melted away at his willpower bit by bit, hastened by the erotic melody of her quavering moos.

“H-harder! God, harder!" She cried.

Lloyd could feel her tense, nearing climax; Paced rolling became shuddering twitches, breathy moans growing high in pitch with her rising building of ecstasy. Every buck was like adding air to a balloon, forcing it larger and larger, straining and stretching until it burst. His titanic lover managed one last, powerful downward slam before it sent her over the edge. Daniella threw her head back in a powerful climax.

Lloyd was unprepared for the sensation of her slit tightly clamping around his sensitive member. The vigorous, unrelenting edging session took the cracks of his resolve and shattered him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding tightly to her back as they became one. Daniella pressed her lap to his, squirming in erratic rolls of pelvis, their moans mixed with the lurid sounds of their lovemaking. He exploded inside her like a bomb, coating her walls with ropes of seed as they spasmed and tugged, intent on milking him for every ounce of his essence.

Deep in their throes of passion, the great jets of Lloyd's orgasm lessened to gratifying spurts... and then little more than a trickle. Daniella's mind numbing ecstasy ebbed into a whole-body glow. Her breast fell from his lips. For a moment they both lay spent atop the bed, held in each other's arms, still holding hands. His softening cock slipped out of her flower with a lewd squelch, a mix of her nectar and his seed leaking from her nethers. With an unsteady arm, still shaking with the aftershocks of their love, Daniella rolled over atop of Lloyd, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.

“We got to…. stop at inns... more often," She panted.

“Still a few more towns to go before we reach where we're going…" he reminded her, grinning as his companion mouthed over the side of his neck.

“Mmf... good. Because I think you owe me more than just one favor, ~."

He paused, listening to the sound of her gentle breathing, accustomed to the weight of her body sprawled over him. “Dee, I'm not complaining, but uh... would you wanna be little spoon tonight?"

“Too tired to move," came her response.

He shook his head with a laugh. Lloyd patted the already snoozing woman's back and settled in for the night, snuggling against the thick fur like a blanket. She was a better comfort than any quilt could hope to be.

Exhausted from the day's excitement, he quickly joined his lover in a deep sleep.