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The Lust of the Cerberus Woman

Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

He stayed with her and took on no more tasks for other temples, finding his true place at long last. Everyone in the village knew that he was there with the Cerberus-woman, Jacinta, but Cyril did not care. They cared less for him and his condition too, considering that he kept Jacinta busy and earned his keep there by doing odd jobs around town, fixing roofs and even some labour in the fields. All he cared about was that he had enough money to live with Jacinta and feed them both, ensuring that the woman that he was swiftly falling for, more and more so, never had to want for anything again, not even once in her life.

It was a simple life, but it was one that suited him just fine, lusting for her, making a little bedroom for them in the back of the temple with sleeping mats, piled high with blankets. They experimented, trying to do everything that they could, including him thrusting between her three pairs of breasts.

“Oh, yesss!" Jacinta hissed, her tongues hanging out, sometimes talking from one of her heads and sometimes talking from all three at once. “Yes… Harder… Mmm… Mmmph!"

She lapped at his cocks when they emerged between her breasts, pointing towards her muzzle, though he thrust so wildly that to do that repeatedly would have been a tall order indeed. The softness of Jacinta's breasts, folded around his cocks, was too seductive, too sensual, need rising and flooding him fully. He grasped one of his knots, head falling back, losing himself in the moment as he panted heavily, orgasm tearing through him.

It was not something that they had done before, but he couldn't help himself as he painted her with cum, seed dripping off her muzzle, splashing over her breasts, her nipples poking through her fur in a flicker of pink skin that he longed, even then, to wrap his tongue around. She was too hot, at least to him, seductive, grunting, only wanting her. It was all that he longed for, the rest of the world no longer existing for him even as someone else moved through the temple at the same time. With the spill of cum pouring from his dicks, coating her body as she rubbed it sensually into her fur, Cyril would not have known where they were, much less who was near them.

Jacinta moaned.

“Ohhhh… Cyril… I need your dicks inside me, please… Please, fuck me, cover me!"

Even after climaxing so swiftly already, it was a plea to be stuffed and filled, to be given the slickest, messiest cream-pie possible.

“Fill me… I want to feel your cum oozing out of me! Oh, I don't want my pussies to contain it all, fur all slick and soaked with your cream!"

She talked dirtier than he could have imagined as he fucked her on their sides, cocks plunging deep, driving in while the knots were a little on the soft side. That time, they locked all three of her pussies to him, thrusting deeply, only pulling back a couple of inches before ramming in all over again. It was all that he wanted, losing his mind in the heat of her pussies, how she climaxed repeatedly on his cocks, massaging his thick lengths with rampant, uncontrollable need.

And when his knots finally softened, allowing the deluge of her squirt and his seed to pour from her sexes, the messy cream-pie that she had longed for marked every pussy, dripping and drooling, bubbling up with the combined cocktail of their sexual fluids. Dipping his fingers into it, Cyril moaned and kissed her deeply, fingering her pussy until she climaxed again, learning the tune of her body so that he could play it like an instrument that he had known and held close for many years.

Not many came by the temple anymore, though those that did had to deal with them fucking out in the open even while they tried to pay their respects. Some prayed and gave worship even while he was taking Jacinta's tail hole up against the wall for the very first time, stuffing two of her pussies with his cocks while the third teased into her forbidden entrance. Yet if there was one thing that they knew, as the Cerberus-woman arched her back, palms flat on the wall, it was that the time to take everything that they'd longed for and more had finally come.

“Yes, Cyril… Mmm… Oh, that feels…so thick…so deep…"

She could barely get the words out, her fur matted with sweat, both needing a trip to the baths, though that was another problem entirely for them. The temple may have been their home, though there were not adequate bathing facilities there, most being held in a communal location when it came to deeper bodily cleansing. It was tricky to get Jacinta into those.

However, one thing that they realised, talking while his knots locked them together, both her pussies and her anal passage, was that they didn't have to stake there anymore. So, they did just that: escaping into the rest of Greece to travel, to go exactly where they wanted. The world was their oyster and they visited bustling markets, harbours, even going to tournaments in stadiums to see the sights of the world that had never been afforded to them before. There was no need, not anymore, for Jacinta to ever wait again for a lover when she was already with the one that she had been waiting for.

Well, it was difficult to get Jacinta into some places, that was fair, but he did his best, working along the way, accepting some easier missions, things that he had done so many times over that the nature of the work came naturally to him. Still, their lust was unparalleled, two incredibly sexual beings that fucked in vineyards, olive groves, the middle of the markets, even down on the side of the harbour.

Everyone gave them a wide berth, though there was no reason for Jacinta to hold back as she moaned and rolled her hips up to meet him as they took their liberties with each other over a market stall, the wood creaking dangerously below them. It was not going to hold out for very much longer, though they would still fuck in the wreckage, as he crammed two dicks into one pussy at once, haphazardly filling her with the third, his knots popping in and out with a lewd squelch. That was something that Cyril had not thought could be done, but it was possible with her pussy, her muscular control developing more and more as they fucked, more like long-time, experienced lovers than anything else with how much time they had spent fucking.

He growled deeply in the back of his throat as he spent himself inside her, cream filling her pussies, though the knot in her tail hole had not quite wedged itself in fully as the mess of their coming together drooled around his dicks. He heaved and panted, though felt more alive than he ever had before, all eyes on him even as other people at the market shrank back from them.

Grunting, Cyril popped his knots from her pussies too in a messy deluge of sloppy cum, diving down into the mess to give her oral, longing for her squirt. That was something too that he had not thought was possible for a woman to do, but maybe Jacinta was just so much more than he could ever have imagined. He wanted her, longed for her, that was all that he needed, as he found her clit and swirled his tongue around and around it, bringing her off in a roaring flush of heat.

Her squirt painted his face as he gulped and lapped at it, holding his mouth open for as long as he could bear before locking his lips back around her clit. His fingers crammed into another pussy, not caring which, curling his fingers up inside her to bring her off that way too, sending the Cerberus-woman into orgasm after orgasm as passion overwhelmed them. Her squirted arousal dripped down his chin, the thickly tart taste of it clinging to the inside of his mouth, though there was nowhere else at all that he would rather have been than with her. In all the mess, her almost frothing, bubbling cream-pies oozing from her holes, showing where he had deposited his seed. As much as he had fucked her, his stamina grew increasingly, allowing him to please her as many times in public and in private as they both longed for.

“Come on now, move along… There's no reason for you to hang around here, you're disturbing the market."

The guards, helmeted with spears in hand, could not do anything against them, however, Cyril's grin telling them all they needed to know about what he considered to be his new position in the world.

“I don't think that's wise…" Cyril said, nodding to their spears. “But I can show you a better stick than those puny things!"

In answer, he ground back into her pussies, taking all three at once, as the market stall collapsed beneath them, Jacinta bellowing at them to leave. Only a hero could send them on their way and Cyril was more than confident that no heroes in Greece would bother taking them on when there were far greater monsters with higher rewards on their heads for them to risk their lives with.

As Jacinta screamed out another messy orgasm, his knots swelling inside her, holding their bodies lustfully together, Cyril's heart ached and lifted.

No one could stop them from taking their lust with one another.

*

They moved on to another town, enjoying the sites, buying new clothes with the money he earned, though their reputation began preceding them. Jacinta's hair was combed and oiled, though she was still a beast, still a monster, no one ever quite able to tame its ragged mess, though her fur and the rest of her body was kept healthier and in better condition for all that Cyril spent on her. She was wild and there was no semblance of human beauty in her strong, muscular form, yet the gazes of some men who were more daring than others lingered longer than was polite on her chest, her multiple rows of breasts. For that, she was lusted for, though no one dared as Cyril had.

It was their loss as they made love over a fountain, fucking as if it was the last time their bodies would ever come together. He grunted, ignoring the eyes on them, the stares, the curses, the words shared when they thought that the lustful duo was too caught up in their passion to see or care.

“What do they think they're doing?"

“It's not right…"

“How does he even have…three? It's… No, that must be a curse."

“Is he a demon?"

“To be with her, he must be."

That was true, however: Cyril did not care what they said about him, only that everyone treated his love, his Jacinta, with adoration and respect. At the bare minimum, he wanted everyone to keep their distance from them as he bent her legs back as she lay on the plinth of the fountain, water pouring into the pool behind her head. Her legs spread for him in a V-shape while Cyril held onto them for leverage, grinding his cocks into her deeper than ever, fucking her pussies while her anal ring drooled the evidence of their last round together.

Everyone stared and they could stare if they wanted with the statue of Zeus looking down over them from the centre of the fountain, the god's disapproval evident even in his stone eyes. Yet the god of thunder and the king of all gods was not to strike Cyril down as Jacinta twisted back and forth like a creature possessed and roared out her climax, squirting on his dicks while their lust rolled on and on.

When they came back to reality after that round, her anal ring pleasantly sore after he had squeezed two cocks into her at once, breasts shifting with the heft of her body, free of her dress, there was a pile of clean rags beside them and a bucket of water. Cyril could not help but smile. In their way, people were coming to accept Jacinta when the Cerberus-woman had never thought that that would ever come to fruition. They probably wished they would not cause such a disturbance with their fucking, but what was he going to do about that?

The penultimate moment of their lust, however, came on the steps of a temple dedicated to Zeus. For all the harm the god had done in Cyril's life, all when he had had absolutely no hand in the mockery of Zeus in the first place, it only seemed fitting that he show the king of the gods that he was out and proud, that he had found someone to love. There was not a trial in the world that could stop him from pleasing Jacinta, from fucking her mouth rampantly, balls slapping and wobbling off the chin of her right head with every thrust.

“See this, Zeus…" He panted, barely able to get the words out through his lust. “This… This is what your curse has done! It has not bested me, despite all that you've done!"

Maybe it was bad form to mock any god, let alone one that could rain down as much wrath as Zeus, though Cyril could no longer find it in himself to care as he fucked her on all fours, her breasts swinging back and forth as he rammed in. Her maws hung open to take all three of his cocks at once, letting him grind over her tongues, though she was an equal and active partner, lusting for him as much as he longed for her. She sucked on his cocks, wet, lewd sounds rolling from her lips, though her eyes were closed, allowing her to better lose herself in the moment. She didn't want to be anywhere else.

“This is for her, Zeus, not…unff…you," Cyril grunted, ejaculating, his head thrown back, though he did not stop thrusting as he knotted her maws. “Only…her… You don't…deserve any part…of me as your grandson!"

And that was a power that he could take back for himself, the Cerberus-woman's throat working noisily as she gulped down every drop of his cum, load after load travelling down each throat. She took his cocks more easily than the first time they had spent together, though her tongues played around the lengths of his cocks where they rested, teasing and swirling around the tip. He grunted, not softening, thrusting again, groaning and huffing for breath while he fucked her muzzles, letting her relax in the prickling heat of pleasing her partner.

Thunder rolled, ominously grumbling in the distance, yet they did not stop, not as Cyril lost control and spent himself into her muzzles yet again, cum splashing over her tongues, dripping down over her lips, her chins, splattering her tits. It was messy and it was crude and it was everything they wanted it to be and more as they realised, after it had happened, that his knots had popped free, though neither cared about that, not when rampant lust took them.

Lightning split the sky and, for a moment, Cyril feared that he had gone too far in his defiance of Zeus, the wind picking up, a storm raging and snuffing out the lantern hung at the steps of the temple. Yet no smiting came as he broke from her lips, cum dripping down her entire body where she'd been painted with his seed, and he fucked her arsehole furiously instead, on his back with Jacinta riding him, taking control while she rammed her hips down onto his cocks.

“Yes… Oh… Fuck… Yes, such a big cock!"

She howled, cum dripping from her muzzle, head thrown back in the lure of orgasm, luxuriating where she was, for there was nothing else for the Cerberus-woman than the moment. She only wanted it, more, everything that her lover had to offer, his meat filling her, the need to be filed and stretched out nearly overpowering when he was not inside her. Jacinta didn't know when the desire to be fucked and cream-pied had arisen in her, but it was now something that the Cerberus-woman could not live without, rolling her hips back into him as a cock crammed into her tail hole and the others found her pussies.

It was there, on the steps of the temple with rain pattering sensually down around them, that he filled her again, giving the slutty monster everything she desired, whimpering her passion to the gods who were no longer listening. For they had been allowed to be as they were, a tentative blessing laid over their copulation, the storm thundering in the backdrop to their lust.

For them, there could not have been a moment more perfect than that as, once again, Cyril fucked her bare of anything covering any of his cocks.

They'd never thought of it.

*

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They moved a little further afield after that, to a fishing village that was set near the coast, though there was no harbour, only a beach where they pulled up their boats at the end of the day. Lying back in the smooth, white sand as the sun set, he fucked her passionately, slower than usual. Something in the moment, her head pointed back towards the ocean, her legs wrapped around his waist, bid Cyril do so, his hand on one of her cheeks, though there were far more erotic places for him to touch. Of course, the swell of her belly, pregnant and rising increasingly as the weeks passed, bore testament to their lust, how perfectly they fit together, though there was still a little there to be grappled with in impending parenthood.

“Oh, Jacinta…"

He moaned out her name as he sank deep with every thrust, whimpering, moaning, pressing his face down into her uppermost pair of breasts, nuzzling, kissing, lapping and licking. It was the perfect place for his head to rest while his heart was so full, plunging deep into her pussies with every long, slow strokes. It was as if he was trying to caress every inch of her passages with each stroke, to give her as much pleasure as was physically possible in a moment like that. Her breasts, as her pregnancy developed, had grown even larger and fuller, weighty with milk inside, and he suckled on a nipple as a slow, rich flow of cream filled his mouth.

“Unff… Yes, Cyril… That feels good… Mmm… Take more from me, my lover, yes… More…"

He suckled as if his life depended on it, taking all the nipples into his mouth that he could, though only one at a time, considering his position, was possible. It was a shame, but not so much of a shame that he was not about to let the milky dribble fade from his lips and chin, smirking softly, pressing in deeper.

A little kink and a little warmth… Was there anything more that he could have possibly wanted?

It was right, the sand shifting under her, the Cerberus-woman's legs tightening around his waist, holding him close as Jacinta swept her hands, wondrously, down his back. To think that she had found a man like that, someone who cared for her, someone who wanted her… All was right with the world she had found, slow and long and loving.

Love…

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She would be the one to say it, the bolder of the two, though Jacinta would always admire Cyril too for being brave enough to take the leap with her. Especially when she had been trying to tear out his throat, to be fair to him.

“I love you, Cyril."

His head shot up, lower jaw slack, though all that came out was a groan as he filled her, ejaculating gently while her own orgasm took her, the rippling passages of her pussies caressing him softly. He could not find the words to reply while his orgasm spent itself, the Cerberus-woman softer and gentler, though no one would ever truly tame that edge of the wild from her. Her hair still framed her head, against the sand, in a messy halo, only a little shorter (trimmed) than it had been before.

“You…" He gasped, struggling for words, his cheeks flaring with heat. “You…love me? I love you too! Oh, I've been waiting for so long to say it, but I didn't know you felt the same!"

He held her to him, rolling in the sand, the pressure on her breasts as they moved squirting milk from her, though most of it soaked into her fur, dampening and darkening the fur with the fluid. He kissed her fervently, dragging her head down to meet him, though the others clamoured for attention too and Cyril ended up kissing all three of them over and over again, lavishing attention while her rounded belly pressed up against his body, cocks buried inside her. There was no better place for them to be.

It should have not come as any surprise to them, when the lovers finally managed to get a midwife to visit Jacinta, that she was carrying multiple pregnancies, having three wombs inside also. Her belly grew more quickly with the progression of them with another month passing, easily into her second trimester, though there was no telling for them when impregnation and conception had taken place. For them, it wasn't something that truly mattered.

However, just to be sure that she was carrying all their love that she could, he took care to fuck her deeply in all her pussies, not giving one more attention than any other, so that if she was not already carrying three full pregnancies all would be surely fulfilled by their activities. If there was one thing that he would love as much as Jacinta in the world, it would be their little ones, to see three litters of Cerberus (and human!) puppies running around, frolicking, enjoying all that life could give them.

They took their leave to a private island, finally tiring of the spotlight, though it was for more tender love, for the kind of romance that felt as if it was better taken out of prying eyes. The villagers settled with them on the outskirts of their attention, though their howls of lust still cut through the night even out on the island with nothing more than a little rowboat to get back and forth to the mainland.

He spent hours upon hours between her legs, giving her every bit of attention that Jacinta could ever have dreamed of, slurping up her squirt as he brought her to multiple climaxes. It was easy to lose track of time with him between her legs, though Jacinta's legs quivered as she closed them around his head, squeezing him there, holding him gently. There was no need for roughness between them except for when they wanted it, his tongue curling up inside her, seeking out her G-spots, bringing each pussy to climax.

Endless pleasure… Could there be anything better for her? Jacinta's hand rested on the swell of her stomach, her pregnancy showing fully, though she would have wanted it to last forever, if only to hold their little ones as close to her as possible for as long as possible. But that could not be so as she squirted, squeezing and groping her own milky breasts, dribbling cream into her fur, her lover between her thighs, drinking down her essence as if it was a vintage wine from the finest vineyard in Greece.

He held her hand through her giving birth to three litters. It was a long labour, but one that came with a sweet end of three litters of twenty pups total. It was too soon to tell whether they would look more human or Cerberus-like, though over half had three heads and evidence of tripling. However they were, they would be loved even more for who they were, everything that they embodied in the essence of true love where that love was never meant to be found.

They defined traditions and made their own, a nanny hired for their little ones, for they required someone more experienced to make sure they had everything they needed. He worked, though there were few extravagances that they required and his unique skillset ensured they were supported well enough.

But he spent most of his time with his lover, fucking on the island, going to the mainland, mating once again in an alleyway behind a bathhouse and even rocking the cart of a horse when they had stopped to make a delivery to a richer house. The horse had rolled their eyes at him and flicked their tail, but they must have been one who had seen them around enough on the mainland to not be too bothered by their antics. That was good.

The island was their safe haven, but their need for adventure and exploration drove them on to seek out new coves and new groves, hunting down places that no one else had found. Or, at least, that they could pretend to themselves that no one else had uncovered yet, intrepid explorers, casual in their lust. Yet their love would forever remain an infatuation that commanded their hearts and souls, something that, between them, would never be set aside.

Cursed, yes…but Cyril had been freed of his curse too, in a way. In a way, he was better off for being cursed with his darling and finding her, for however would he have ever crossed paths with Jacinta otherwise? No, it was meant to be, he would not be convinced otherwise, not as he kissed her, fucked her, filled all her holes, again and again, with his cocks, his cum, everything that she begged for.

“Take me."

“Fuck me!"

“I want to feel your dicks stretching me out!"

She was rampant and overjoyed in her dirty talk, though everything that Jacinta begged him for Cyril was more than happy to deliver, slamming into her, all to hear her howls of passion. She was the most beautiful monster-woman in the world, to him and beyond, though her raw “ferality" was not something that many went for. But she was his, all his, and he greedily leaned over her as she laid back for him, fucking her pussies, her arse, back and forth, stamina leading him long into the night.

Yet the most blissful, softest times of all came when they weren't even having sex but were sitting, together, on the island, casually clothed in light attire, the sort of cotton that helped wick away any sweat from the body. Jacinta preferred her long, flowing dress, though her breasts still were barely contained, a pad across each to help contain the leaking milk. It was needed, of course, for the little ones who were growing up and playing around them, the proud parents watching on, hand in hand.

For them, their lives as they knew it had been forever changed. Their young would not grow up shunning humanity or being shunned by them, the door opened to human and monster relations in a way that no one before could ever have anticipated.

The world was theirs for the taking and their loving parents would always be there for them, their nanny there to care for them when Cyril and Jacinta needed private time for themselves too. There was nothing that they would go without in the entire world as the man and the Cerberus-woman ensured that their lives were full and healthy, all by living full and healthy lives themselves.

There was no other way for it, loving and lusting, sun streaming down over skin and fur while they took their time apart, Cyril grinning widely as he held his beautiful, three-headed monster-woman in his arms, her eyes enraptured with him. Her three tongues lolled from her three muzzles and her three pairs of breasts brushed his chest as he grabbed her to him, kissing her passionately.

All the love in his heart was for her. And every drop of love in his dicks was for her too.

So it would be until the end of their lustful days together.

*

Two years later…

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Their lives together could not have been better, even if Cyril was conscripted into the Greek army, only as a hoplite, a foot soldier. He may not have been high up in the ranks, but he was who he was and the power and strength in his body helped him stay safe, to aid the army in pushing onward, reclaiming territory where threats snarled on the approach. He was an asset to them, though the knowledge of who his partner was in life could not be denied and he was given the respect he deserved only in that role.

It was a form of discrimination, really, though he did not mind. Their respect for him meant that he did not have to move to one of the big cities and could stay near his beloved and his island, even though he could not always spend the night with her. That would change after his time under conscription was up, though he would have pushed through it all over again for his Jacinta, the Cerberus-woman who he adored with every scrap of his heart and soul.

However, there were times that he had to be away for longer and the Cerberus-woman's thoughts wandered while he was away. They did not have sex as much, considering his job, and she cared for their little ones as well as the nannies that had been hired, the children needing more and more attention as their tribe of half-human and half-Cerberus children grew and grew. She would not have wanted that any other way, but her body had changed over time too.

She sat on the beach, watching his boat come in. Cyril had been away for four months that time and, although she was heavily pregnant, she felt the changes in her body. With so many pregnancies and breeding so many times, for there was no better term, in her mind, to refer to all the delight that they took in hand, her body had changed. Her belly was bigger, even when she was not pregnant, the flesh sagging and more fat layered around her midriff, down her thighs, over her hips. Her tits, of course, sagged more than they had done when she'd been younger, for the fullness of them had been impossible for her body to keep up and lifted even back then. But the maturity that her body had taken on, after putting her body through all the lust that she could have imagined, was not conventionally attractive.

In a way, she was simply older, more mature. In another way, she was not the same Cerberus-woman that she had been before. But she wanted to be the creature that Cyril had been so attracted to before, who he had fallen head over heels for, not someone that he left in a hurry from every time he was recalled to his duties.

Jacinta swallowed as his boat pulled up on the beach, scuffing through the sand out of reach of the highest of tides, muscle bulging his arms as he dragged it there. It took brute force to get a boat up that high, but Cyril was as diligent as ever, wanting to look out for those under his care, a smile on his face as he turned to Jacinta.

“Jacinta… I missed you so much."

She went into his arms easily enough, but choked on her words, shaking her head, holding him to her. Cyril's hands wandered without thinking, even though they had only just touched each other again after he'd been away for so long, slipping down her sides to her butt, squeezing, fingers digging with tantalising passion into her soft flesh.

But he sensed something in her, a hesitancy that had not been there before, pulling back, tipping her chin down so that she looked him in the eyes.

“Jacinta, my sweet… What is wrong?"

His cocks had hardened, throbbing, aching, but he had to look after her first, despite his lust, his passion that could not be sated even by jacking off every single day that he had been away. Jacinta swallowed hard, though he did not allow her to pull back all the way out of his arms.

“It's nothing," she said, evading. “Come… Come, see our children…"

She tried to lead him onto the island, but he held her there, eyes intense, holding her hand tightly.

“Don't you want to spend time with me?"

Cyril breathed, stroking her jaw gently, down the bristling line of coarse fur there, though everything about her was on the cruder side. She was not lightness and sweet, she was not gentle. But she was so much more than he could have ever hoped for.

“No…" The words came from her lips with difficulty, tail tucked down, her three heads blinking as they tried to avoid his gaze. “But I… I… I look so different now… Oh, I never wanted to disappoint you, not after all this time, but…"

Choked up, she made as if to pull back and away from her hold, but Cyril followed her, grabbing the middle head between his hands and kissing her deeply, passionately. He wanted to convey everything in that one kiss alone and yet it could not be done, not even as his tongue tangled with hers, Jacinta sobbing into the kiss, their hearts pounding as one.

“Darling, you are even more attractive to me than the day we met," he breathed, when the kiss parted, barely pulling back at all as her breath tickled his lips in turn. “And I never even thought that possible. I am the most fortunate man in Greece, with my curse and all, and I would never want to spend a single day without you. Once I am no longer conscripted, I will be with you every day and I will never again leave you without your consent."

He proved it, first, right there on the beach, bending her legs back as she spread them for him, still possessing that flexibility – maybe it was part of being a Cerberus-woman. Despite her pregnancies, she was no less mobile as he took her deeply, his cocks finding her three pussies and taking her in the best of ways, filling her so completely and utterly that she saw stars. In the throes of orgasm, she tossed her head back against the soft, white sand of the beach, need coursing through her, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes.

Where Cyril had said that he was the luckiest man in the world, she was a monster-woman who had lucked out in life, expecting to die early to some hero or another who wanted the thrill of killing her. Yet it was Cyril who had found her and his lust for her had brought her back from the brink of terror and aggression like nothing else ever had before, passionately making love to her, showing her who she could be.

Jacinta never wanted to go back from that ever again, not as he fucked and filled her multiple times over, making her squirt on his shafts in a slick mess of arousal that only mixed with his cream. He was rampant, insatiable, driving deep, pounding her full, his cocks throbbing, wanting her even more, his stamina not something that could so easily be set aside. With her in his arms, Cyril would have fucked her through multiple days and nights, not caring for his own needs, even food and water.

But he had to do something more to show her just how much she meant to him, leaving the children with their caretakers while they took their leave to go into the towns, travelling for a while, while he was on leave, together. That time for themselves was not something that they had honestly had the luxury of for too long, though Jacinta still squirmed uncertainly while he carried her in his arms to a stone bench in the middle of the town. Market stalls had been set up around, but all Cyril saw was her, holding her close to him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He laid her down gently, the stone bench hard, but enough to support them. Some people moved away, others came to watch, but Cyril did not care, as long as he had his wonderful Cerberus-woman in his arms. All that mattered to him was Jacinta as he shed their clothes, dragging her flowing, white dress, made of simply cut cloth, off over her head, revealing her nakedness to the world. His attire was cast aside, sandals kicked off, a smile on his face as he dove between her legs.

There was no rush, but he wanted to please every part of her, slurping and lapping as deeply up into her pussy as he could. He fingered what he could not lap, suckling on her clits, lips closing around the thick nubs of pleasure until she bellowed and squirted onto his face. He did not pause, not even when her legs kicked out, struggling to hang onto her sensibilities in such a moment of passion, but it was not for Jacinta to remain in control that time.

No… The moment was all for Cyril to please her, to show her how much she meant to him. The onlookers could leave if they wanted to, yet he never would. He adored her too much, her body even sexier to him, running his hands over her thick thighs, the devious monstrosity of her too tantalising to even consider not loving the way he did. It was too good, too wonderful, and he had to show her that rather than telling her, understanding Jacinta's love language finally.

The mess of her squirt covered his face as he slurped it all down with relish, not caring who saw. The tart taste lingered in his mouth even after he had gulped it down, turning her onto all fours and driving two cocks into her backside, the other in the middle pussy. It did not matter, only that he showed her his lust, his relish for her, knots swelling and popping in and out of her holes with teasing pressure.

“Oh… Yes… Mm… Oh, you feel… Good!"

Jacinta howled as he fucked her, grinding back onto his cocks while she rested over the bench on all fours, ignorant to the foundations cracking and shifting under them. One leg kicked back to the ground for leverage, pushing up onto the toes of that foot, her heads whipping back and forth as she climaxed, yet again, on his cocks. The mess of her lust poured around his cocks, a creamy mess of squirt mixing with his cum as he unloaded in her and kept right on fucking her, grinding the fat roundness of his knots against her tender entrances.

They fit together better than they ever had, though the mess of a cream-pie that drooled thickly from her pussy and anal ring when he pulled out. The mess smeared into her fur, but neither of them cared, not as the hour grew later in the afternoon, a hint of later sunshine gracing their bodies.

Man and Cerberus-woman… They were an odd pair, but they worked, the stone bench cracking under them, moaning, panting, heaving for one another. She did not suck his cocks down into the throats of her three heads, for it was about her and Cyril would not have permitted it, not then. Her lover took her place on the stone bench, laying down, his lover standing astride him to mount and ride his cocks.

In such a position, she could take him into any hole that she liked, her pussies drooling a mess of his cream and her arousal for him. The lingering aroma of their passion hung in the air, sweat and cum and sex weaving together in a way that was intrinsically them.

The moment was for them, his fingers massaging her arms, her breasts, letting her tits fall to his face when her torso tipped forward. She could easily grind onto his dicks, filling two pussies and her anal passage with his three cocks, leaning forward so that she could be even closer to him. In such a position, Jacinta could not kiss him, but neither thought about that as he locked his lips around her nipples, pulling and suckling and teasing.

Her creamy milk flowed down his throat as he suckled, massaging the other tits just as passionately, all three pairs of them getting the same attention. Milk leaked from her, pumped from the groping massage of his fingers, but he could not have cared any less than he did then about the mess, milk soaking her fur. It splattered down his bare skin as he ground up into her, needing it even more, needing her more than ever.

The bench cracked under him, toppling them to the ground while his body ached too devoutly to stop her from riding him, the passion of her mating with him too much for the bench to handle. With his service, he would not be liable to pay for it, thankfully, but that was something that he would have done many times over, all for her, only for her. He wouldn't have wanted to do anything else, only to make her feel loved, special, lusted for – always and forever.

That was why he ground his heels down into the ground as he thrust up into her, driving as deep as he could, his fully inflated knots locking with her need. He howled, a beast possessed in the moment, cum drooling around his knots, needing her, desperate for her. The roughness of the cracked stone under him did not register as his heart swelled and lifted, need flooding him, though he had cum so many times over already that it did not seem, to onlookers, that he could have climaxed a single time more.

With her milky tits swaying above him, he took passion into his arms, bridging his body up from the ground. His knots popped free of her holes in a mess of combined juices, though he slammed back into her pussies with a single thrust, knowing her body intimately. They had done so much together that it was not as if they could have not known one another's bodies after so much time in one another's arms, finally allowing raw need to get the best of them.

They could, even in the dying light of the day, when the lanterns were lit, when the bugs flitted through the warm air. Their young were back on the island, safe and sound, while a throng of activity kept on around them. The townspeople had gotten more than used to them being around and enjoyed their lust too in a way, letting it fuel other passions late into the night. That Jacinta was hideous, to them only, was not something that Cyril or Jacinta ever considered.

They only had eyes for each other. His knots swelled inside, locking them together, the need rising in each twist of arousal, passion curling deep within their cores. There was no other way for it as Cyril thrust and thrust, intent only on filling her as her pussies, yet again, rippled around him, aching with need, dragging him right over the edge into another orgasm. It added to the mess of cum and squirt flowing from her, though his lust could not be all held within her, despite the light inflation of her abdomen. Sometimes, it was still hard to see when her belly was swollen in pregnancy or with his cum, but neither cared.

Not when they had one another.

They fucked rampantly, moving from the bench to all fours again, stones laid in paving cracking under them. It would need repairing later, the intricate designs, yet more would come in time as the sloppy mess of her pussies and anal ring drooled with evidence of their lust. Jacinta's heart spilt over with passion, needy for him, knowing that Cyril, completely and absolutely, loved her inside and out.

It was all that she had ever wanted and she begged for it with a moan, taking another load from him before giving in to a deeper, baser needs. There, before everyone in the town (or so it felt), she dropped to her knees, her three heads taking all three of his cocks into her mouths at once, breasts swaying and wobbling with the shift of her body.

Cyril's head fell back, moaning aloud.

“Oh… Zeus… Fuck… Jacinta…"

It was good, too good, so good that he could not resist spilling his load down her throats in only a few thrusts. He ground in with a long, slow slide of his hips, as if he was making love to her rather than fucking her, showing Jacinta the depths of his feelings. She deepthroated him with such skill that his head spun, moaning out his love and desire for her over and over again while all her holes leaked the messy cream-pie of their lust.

Such passion should never have been held back and he resolved to ensure his conscription was not renewed, considering the threats against them, blessedly, were lessening. There was no need for one cursed, such as him, to be without his beloved when he needed to spend time with her, to show her just how much she meant to him, always and forever.

Her throats massaged his cocks as he thrust, eyes on her, her swaying, sagging breaths, the monster-woman that he loved more deeply than anyone else in the world. There would never be someone that could ever compare to her and he needed her to know that, even as she looked lovingly up at him, her eyes wide and shining, making the best eye contact with him that she could. Her throats massaged his cocks as he locked his knots with her muzzles, behind her teeth, letting her throats work and work to gulp down every drop of cum that she could handle.

Lust had turned to love, but their passion would be just as kinky as ever.

It was up to Cyril to show that to Jacinta, every day, for the rest of their lives.