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Isiat had woken up in many strange places before after a wild bender. At least this time, he was still in his own apartment penthouse, which was a reassuring sign. His head throbbed. His cock was sore. Something sticky had matted the fur around his muzzle, making the salt and peppered fuzz around his lips clump together. A quick flick of his tongue over his lips confirmed his suspicions of its origins.

But oh, what a bender it had been!

Of course, it had begun with a round of jokes and fooling around. A few playful nudges and some teasing throughout a night on the town with friends. As it dragged on, the lewd ideas turned from half-joked suggestions to statements of intent by the time the last call had come around.

He couldn't even recall what they'd been celebrating in the first place. It was one of the foxes' occasions for sure, either Gordon's or Ewan's, or as his mates knew him, Eyesah. It was probably Eyesah. Wild benders tended to happen whenever the poor, awkward bastard had anything worth celebrating. But, such was the way of their odd little clan of soldiers and the military adjacent.

He still didn't have the strength nor sobriety to open his eyes just yet, tails messily splayed over the edge of his sofa cushions. Their tips dragged over the floor, leaving the occasional strand of white fur sticking out of the dark shag carpet. Inhaling, the scent of heady lust, both male and female, assaulted his nostrils and his prick throbbed once in response to the blitz of arousal. His mind washed with a pleasured haze that quickly overpowered whatever hangover had been threatening to rear its ugly head.

The sounds in the room were a mixed lot. Snoring and shallow, steady breathing mixed in contrast with soft pants and the occasional moan. Those distinct, lovely sounds off to his left were for sure the sounds of someone fucking quietly and trying to be subtle about it, not that there had been much at all subtle about last night. Soft, slick grinding of flesh hitting and dragging over fur. Half suppressed moans and whimpers. Claws digging into furniture and catching against leather upholstery.

Oh, they were all sounds Isiat knew and appreciated well enough. He might have been going grey around the edges of his muzzle, but the former commando was still absolutely in his prime, with a few pups under his belt just to prove his virility. Consciousness and the music of lust beckoned him to rise, and flailing his paw around, he smacked a scaly muzzle, earning a sleepy curse of protest.

Yep. That would have been Parker. The blue-scaled dragon rolled over, shifting the cushions beneath him as he let out a loud snore and laid back, still.

He tried again and found the sofa this time, hauling himself upright into a sitting position. The light of sunrise assaulted his eyes through the tinted floor-to-ceiling windows, providing a view out across the suburbs of the city beyond. The outsides were mirrored at least, preventing any beyond the dark glass from seeing the debaucherous scene within.

At least a dozen bodies were scattered about the not-quite-kitsune, not-quite-fox's living room. They were in every manner of undress, from still suited, to entirely birthday suited. Fur and scales were laid out across his furniture, alone or tangled in messy piles of stretched-out limbs and bodies. Some of them were still partying. Others were passed out and useless.

Victor was asleep in Isiat's recliner, the black panther as naked as the day he was born. For a doctor these days, he still had his commando build, as was made apparent when compared to the fluffy red Somali cat asleep over his chest. Her cum matted ass and cunt were on full show with how Jaq had passed out on her chosen partner. The waxwing Regi was unconscious next to them, his head in her lap.

Huh... and here I would have thought those two cats would have played with Regi like prey.

Isiat's brother, Owen, a spitting image of Isiat himself, was down for the count, his own snoring drowned out by the Amasii Rex lion, Troy, beside him. The beachy golden playboy had evidently had a number done on him. His tail had been hiked up and cuffed to the silver collar about the big lion's neck, leaving his ass exposed to the morning light. Isiat could distantly remember fucking the male against the glass window for Shadi's enjoyment.

Yep. Totally my bitch forever, Troy.

Nearby, a burly striped hyena matriarch was strewn over the edge of the next sofa, a striped feline Queen in one arm, and a tan Saluki bitch in her other. Nearby, the two males that those particular ladies belonged to, Llijah, a black eastern dragon, and John, a jet black fox, were both snoozing off the wee hours.

Figures Shael would steal someone else's bitches...

The little tan and brown lioness that was his wife was present in the lap of a near-unconscious red fox, straddling his waist atop the ottoman he'd laid down over. Her hips danced upon his own, rocking and gyrating to a rhythm only she could hear, the tempo played out in soft whines and her panting breaths.

Her long, brown hair cascaded along the false mane trailing her spine. The lioness's chest jutted forward, proudly boasting her pair of bouncing DD cup breasts. Her moans were called out to the ceiling, just on the edge of hearing as she worked herself to a peak atop the vulpine's firmly stuck knot.

Even from here, he could see the subtle throbbing of Eyesah's prick within her passage. Her pubic fur pushed out slightly around her peach-fuzzed mound, where her body stretched to accommodate his bulbous shaft. Little cats weren't made for big knots, but Shadi had an obsession with them, delighting in the fullness and the satisfying feeling of being fucked and tied.

In his eyes, she was by far the crown jewel in the room though it was possible after a decade of marriage and two children, he was just a touch biased in that regard. She had a perfectly plump, curvy figure, with ass and tail for days, all packed into a fun-sized package at four foot eleven. The little Amasii lioness had done her share of proving why she was the damn Queen cat in the room. Most of Isiat's friends had lusted after her at one point or another. Many of them still did unashamedly. All of them loved her in their own ways. On nights like the last one, he was even happy to let them try their luck with her, assuming that they listened to their Queen's demands and she accepted their advances.

Poor Eyesah underneath the rodeo-riding cat seemed to be learning the hard way that Isiat was her master for a reason. None of the other lads could have hoped to keep up with her appetites, not for a weekend and certainly not for a decade. She was using the trapped red fox like a toy at this point, more for her pleasure than his. The retired commando could have passed for unconscious if it weren't for his paws lightly resting upon the feline's thighs, tongue lolling from his muzzle in a daze.

She came hard upon him as he grunted beneath her, biting his lip and dragging his claws through her soft, tan fur. With a muffled bark, his hips bucked upwards to meet her in blissful peak. Lord only knew how many orgasms Shadi had forced from him, but it was clearly more than he was meant for. Shadi's moans filled the room with sweet music as she rode her high out to its fullest. Beneath her, the poor fox simply collapsed backwards, panting for breath with his eyes half-lidded already. A moment later, she slumped entirely as blissful unconsciousness overtook the exhausted male at last.

Isiat just chuckled from across the room.

"And just how long have you been tormenting the poor boy? You've gone and about killed him by the looks of it!"

As if reacting to his former CO's voice, the fox beneath Shadi grumbled and flailed one paw in the air for a moment as if to prove he was still alive under her. After a moment, it fell back to his side, stilling again, like the last huzzah, just to show he did it. He got Shadi, for all the good it did him now. A snore escaped him a few seconds later.

"Oh please... He was ask-ah~ Nghh..." Shadi gyrated her body against Eyesah once more and with a smooth twist of her hips and a flex of her kegel muscles, his knot slipped from her snatch with a messy pop, flopping against his belly where it twitched some more. An off-white dollop of sticky cum marked the last of his climax on his chest, the male wall and truly passed out. Reaching up, Shadi fixed her hair, sweeping it back across her shoulders before she locked eyes with Isiat. A challenging grin stretched upon her muzzle, as raring to go as she had been the night before.

"He was asking for it. I think I broke him after the first hour..." Her voice was a wicked, naughty little lilt, with just a hint of her native southern twang shining through, as it did when she got tired or tipsy. She was probably both. There had been no reasonable amount of liquor involved the night before. To say the floodgates to their personal bar had been opened didn't cover half of it. Doubly so when Shael had made three trips back and forth from her car for more bottles. With a cart.

"Well if I recall, you were the one asking for it. He was just too polite and... Eyesah, to tell you no." Isiat chuckled as if somehow Ewan's name could double as a descriptor, aptly summarizing the awkward, kindly male. He was sweet enough in Shadi's eyes, but lacked the same authority among their group, despite being the second-highest ranking among them. He'd been Isiat's best friend for as long as he could remember and served who knew how many tours by his side now. She'd once threatened to castrate Eyesah if he didn't bring Isiat home. Frankly, there was nobody in the room he trusted to bend to Shadi's whim more completely at the first sign of a come hither look.

Shadi stood and stretched languidly, arching her back and reaching high above her head with her fingers interlinked. Her breasts pressed forward as she did, blushing pink nipples on full display while her tail flagged up. She got a naughty little smile, wriggling her ass enticingly towards Isiat. Cum dripped from her freshly fucked sex, leaving a trail of messy fur along the inside of her thighs. It was undeniably a sexy look, and she was ready for more.

A muted growl of approval built within his chest as he watched her little show, the way she danced and squirmed, trailing her fingers down her fur in a single, luxurious stroke. She teased her dexterous fingertips across her exposed flesh, touching and toying with those most sensitive places and huffing as she did. Her throat, breasts, and finally down to her dripping slit, a barely audible moan escaping the naughty little lioness while she played with the mess slowly leaking from her.

Those scandalous touches lingered just a moment longer between her thighs than perhaps they needed to if she was just giving him a show for his entertainment. But as the Queen in the room, of course, it wasn't all for him, oh not at all. This was for her enjoyment. She was the star of this little show, and evidently, after the rigorous, rough, and vigorous activities of last night, the last woman standing in the room. Nobody could hope to keep up with the scandalously, sexually charged minx.

Even Llijah with all his strength, four arms, and eastern dragon hemi-cocks. Shael, with her boundlessly energetic and rough manner of play. John, with the stamina of a sprinter, or Victor, with that feline recovery speed, being able to go and go and go, round after round. Hell, even Isiat, Eyesah and Parker, each a seasoned commando, former special forces, the best-of-the-fucking-best. No less than six tours a piece. Medals. Commendations. Scars. Placing within the top 5% of commando selection. The top 4% of SAS selection.

Even with Isiat's impressive feats of strength, endurance and skill. He had the sexual prowess of an alpha male. He had the proven virility to have established a family with Shadi, and the pure stamina to fuck her up one side of a hill and down the other.

Even with all of that, Isiat knew where his limits lay.

Shadi though? Hell, he wasn't even sure she had an inkling of what limits were during her heats. Like a looping Mobius strip, there was no end.

Once you got on that wild ride, you were there until she finally stopped, or you fell off.

Isiat was already throbbing, his dappled length jerking in time with his pulse as he watched her with eyes like a hawk. His tongue snuck from between his lips, moistening them. Shadi's large, fluffy and swaying tail only served to waft her intoxicating scent further. Even against the sex musk of the rest of the penthouse, her own unique aroma filled his senses like he was sampling the finest ambrosia. The sly vulpine wanted more than just a whiff though...

"Mmmm. Such a shame he's spent now..." Shadi sighed, casting her glance back in the red fox's direction for a second. To her disappointment, he didn't spring back to life. Then, like a predator locking eyes on its next prey, she snapped to face Isiat, pupils narrowing with a deep, wet growl in her chest.

"Shame indeed. Need a paw with that?" He quipped lazily, giving a gentle nod of his chin towards himself. Shadi flashed her teeth in a Cheshire grin, the lioness sizing up her prey, dropping to all fours and teasingly stalking across the floor towards him. Once she had closed the distance, she gave a playful, almost kittenish pounce, wrapping her textured digits around his prick as she straddled his chest. Soft leathery pads started to glide across his dappled maroon maleness. Shadi's thick tail brushed almost tantalizingly across his muzzle. He snapped his jaws at it with a grin of delight.

"Seems like you're the one that needs a paw, foxy..." Came his wife's sweet voice. Her paws gave a stiff, almost rough jerk along his length, bunching against his sheath as they tugged his still unswollen knot from hiding. It was all Isiat could do to play along, thrusting against the silken vice of her paws with a low rumble.

To say it was bliss would have been an understatement, but Shadi was far from done with her newfound toy. She pushed his hips back into the sofa, pinning him beneath her body as she scooted her ass towards his face. Reaching it, she leaned down until her pillowy tits were pushed on either side of his prick. She angled his cock between them, lying down almost as if to enjoy herself a vulpine sixty-nine while trapping his twitching shaft between the cleavage of her breasts. His tails belted out a samba tempo against the sofa and the floor as her tail flagged up, inviting him to feast on her heat swollen mound.

"Feel free to return the favour my dear. I'll be sure to make it worth your time."

Her sultry purr could have won over even the most stoic of men, with her plump little rump raised and wriggling so tantalizingly just before his slender, vulpine muzzle. It was like dangling a platter in front of a starving man. He licked his lips once, wetting them in anticipation as his paws raised to find her hips, pulling her ass back just that little bit more he needed.

She let out a most unladylike squeak at the first wash of warm air he breathed against her tender lips. He chuffed and let his senses be overwhelmed at the rich scent of a lioness in heat as he inhaled deeply, dragging the aphrodisiac-laced aroma through his muzzle. He growled as buried, feral instincts came to the fore, allowing himself to drown in her fuck-scent, eager and ready to breed again. The almost metallic tang and musk of other males were still strong on her, as well as his own contributions to the mess in her glistening cunt. That could be cleaned out, of course.

That scent though; raw, primal, feral need and lust. It made an involuntary shiver run through his nerves like a fire through dry grass, heating his body, priming him for another breeding. His lust-addled brain knew only his body's desire now and it was throbbing with need between Shadi's tits. With a growl, he leaned forwards at the same time as Shadi began rocking his shaft between her breasts, intercepting the tip of his prick with her warm and waiting mouth.

Her flavour was like spiced wine, sweet but with a tang that Isiat simply was helpless to resist. He needed more and greedily pulled her hips backward, inching his lips closer and closer to her honeypot. What an apt description it was as well for a feline in heat. Even if she hadn't just been riding Eyesah's hips into oblivion, she'd have been dripping with arousal, and Isiat wasn't one to waste time, lapping up everything he could reach with his sinful vulpine tongue. Even now, he could taste that latest deposit of Eyesah's, and swiped the lioness's body clean with an eager growl. He'd be replacing it all soon enough...

She moaned around his cock sweetly, a blissful little purr and whine of absolute pleasure. Her soft breasts trapped his dappled maroon prick between their cleavage, stroking over the slick and sensitive flesh of his maleness. But the lioness was as skilful in the art of pleasure as she was crafty. Perhaps some of it came from her own naughty nature and creativity when it came to figuring out just what felt best, and perhaps some of it was thanks to the dutiful training of his bratty pet. She was a cat after all. There was only so much you could train them before their instincts reminded them that they were once seen as gods.

Hell though, given the opportunity, Isiat would have more than willingly worshipped her at the temple squarely between her thick, leonine thighs. He squeezed her rounded, motherly hips, dragging her back until he was kissing over her mons and clit, alternating wet smacks of his lips with long, skilled swipes of his tongue. Once upon a time, he'd been a Royal Marine. The commando's reputation to his wife as a relentless pussy hound needed no more proof or validation, but with a growl, he gave it to her anyway all too eagerly.

"Mmm, good pup." She teased him with her little pet name, leaning back down to lap her rough tongue all over the tip of his cock. Pleasure danced along his nerves like electricity, making his shaft twitch and jump in her delicate hold. Claws dug into her sides, but Isiat knew it was exactly the reaction she was hoping to provoke from him. His teeth grazed along her tender sex lips, earning a needy whine as he teased her with the intensity of the sensation. The way she shuddered, trembled and squirmed against the onslaught made his prick throb between her breasts. His tip tensed and sprayed her muzzle and tits with ribbons of watery vulpine preseed. The stuff clung to her fur and lips, both slickening the tight passage she'd made with her tits for him to fuck, and well as marking her with his dominant scent.

"Keep teasing, kitten, I'm going to bite your clit to you beg me to let you cum." He growled in response, barely closing his jaws around the ultra-sensitive nub of flesh. The touch stole the air from her lungs in a gasp, her entire chubby little frame tensing like she'd been shocked instantly.

"Ahh...ahh, naughty mutt. Your threats aren't supposed to make me want to do it more." She whined plaintively in protest, but popped her hips back towards his muzzle anyway, her body not-so-subtly asking, nay! Begging him to do it again. She even gave her tail a little flick, pushing it up further out of his way while wriggling her plush rump at her lover's face.

He was all too happy to oblige, delving in with a feral hunger. Messy growls and slurps intermingled with Shadi's higher-pitched moans and excited whimpering, curses and excited whispers passing her lips whenever she wasn't busying them with her master's cock.

"Yes, gods, just like that! Right there, fuck! Huff- hah~"

Each lap of his tongue brought a chorus of the lioness's sweet symphony along with a mouthful of her arousal, intermingled with the cum of at least three other males as he cleaned her of his competition. The mix of bitter and sweet didn't bother him in the slightest, and he tongue-fucked her until her claws scratched his thighs and her whimpers were reaching a fever-pitch.

Truth be told, there really was no competition to be had. Isiat had the kind of intimate knowledge of Shadi's body that let him strike her most sensitive spots with the precision of a guided missile. While the other lads were fun in their own ways that both of them loved, put together, Isiat and Shadi were a power couple without compare, and utterly mean to get trapped between for a night.

"Oh stop teasing! If you're going to use your tongue, use it!"

"Ah-ah-ah. Kitten... Is that how we ask?" Isiat paused mid-lick, long enough to draw a frustrated and needy whimper from his wife, holding her torturously on the edge or orgasm.

"Please tongue fuck me, Sir?" She pouted sweetly, looking over her shoulder at him with her best babydoll eyes. He could see how close she was getting. See just how much she needed him. Those mis-matched green and brown eyes of hers didn't lie.

"Much better." His smug grin said it all. It was important for one's pet to remember their manners.

He didn't hesitate, shifting his paws to the base of her tail and using it as a guideline to haul her booty back till the big cat was all but sitting on his face. His tongue swipes on her outer lips didn't last long, each forceful lick pushing more and more, parting the supple flesh of her snatch. Then he dove right in and listened to her squeal as his writhing tongue got a workout.

To say he ravished her body with that wicked muscle would have been a discredit. He stormed her cunt like he was breaching a building, absolutely dominating her clenching passage through sheer violence of action. He knew what he was doing, and Shadi could only let out a single, startled 'Oh fuck~' as her legs turned jelly from the overload of pleasure. This of course only put her exactly where he wanted her. His tongue made broad, sweeping arcs of her inside, the rough texture of his oral muscle stoking her fires until she felt like she could scream!

She was a quivering mess, her paws barely able to keep their grip on his knot as she came like a typhoon, howling, whining and crying out in total rhapsody. She tensed all over, and Isiat's snout rapidly got its own marking of feline cum as he tried to sate his thirst on her lust with complete avarice. She had asked for it, but Isiat had delivered and was still hungry for more. She desperately tried pulling her hips apart from his face while his tongue lashed around inside of her, but his strong paws kept her body right where he wanted it, growling as she tried to get away.

"Ahh~! Please! It's too much~ Easy!" Huff huff huff. "Let me breathe!" She closed her paw around the base of his shaft, squeezing the root of his knot as tightly as she could. She tried to lift herself up and mercifully, he relented at last. His twitching vulpine cock dribbled a steady river of precum down the length of his prominent under vein and her delicately small fingers, messing her fur. His tongue slipped free of her cunt with a wet slurp as he proceeded to lick his chops clean like a dog after its favourite meal. His tails wagged freely, battering the sofa and the floor.

An expression of smug delight stretched across his lips as she glanced back at him, his eyebrows raising suggestively, deviously. "Ready for more?"

Shadi growled, challenging him to take charge, her eyes narrowing. At once, he did, shoving the lioness down into the sofa cushions with one paw against her head while the other yanked her tail upwards, shuffling himself about behind her to settle into position. Face down, ass up, like a good little submissive pet ought to be. His fingers at her scalp curled into the thick lengths of deep brown hair, keeping her pinned to the cushions as he lined himself up with her sopping cunt.

"Gentle foxy... You're getting too old to be so rough-" Came her muffled, sultry teasing. Isiat chuffed with amusement and adjusted his aim until the tip of his cock was pressed up against her tight little pucker, already sore from her other partners during the night. He ground the slick tip against her clenching ass, naughtily challenging her defiance right back.

"Oh, please no?" She let out a soft mrowl of protest as his tip threatened to push inwards. Isiat grinned ear to ear, his paws keeping her still, though she didn't dare try and lower her presented rump even a bit. She knew better. If he was determined to take her rump, she wasn't going to stop him as she was.

"What will you give me if I don't?" The not-quite-kitsune rumbled, pressing his tip just a touch forward. He slipped in just a small amount, giving a naughty thrust into her gripping ass, and felt her muscles clench tight around his tip as she tensed, arresting his forward progress. He rocked slowly against her, fucking her ass softly with just the first inches of his vulpine breeding rod.

Shadi huffed softly, her mouth hanging open in quiet, breathless pants. Even with her clear discomfort, her hips still rocked slightly back against him. Her obedient role beneath him was almost instinctual, trying to bring them both pleasure in the moment.

"Ahh... I'll ride you till you're like Eyesah over there." She purred silkily, flicking the tip of her lengthy, thick tail towards the unconscious red fox upon the opposite couch.

"What? Too good to be mounted and pounded like Troy?" He smirked, gaining another inch before she mewled, digging her claws into the sofa's cushions. She gasped as he rest his weight against her, and he felt her body relax for just a moment before he slid into her up to the lump of his unswollen knot. His cock throbbed within her clenching rear, swelling with excitement. She felt warmth splash within her belly as he twitched. She let out a paltry whine, reaching back to guide his paw to the warmth of her heat-swollen honeypot, slick and dripping with need.

"No- But you do that to put him in his place. Spending yourself in my ass is just a waste when you can put it to better use in my cunt..." She gave her hips a slow, sultry sway, chest vibrating in a purr. Isiat growled in turn, hunching his frame over her arched spine until his jaws were nestled between her ears. His paw shifted to her shoulders as he slipped from her rump, earning another gasp from Shadi. She may have preferred his shaft in her slit rather than her tail star, but she preferred either over the emptiness that his complete withdrawal left her feeling.

"Tell me what you want, pet... Maybe I'll give it to you."

"Fucking breed me, mutt. Before one of your friends can do the deed for you, if they haven't alre- Ahhh!" Her snippy demand was silenced as he rocked his hips forwards, lining up with her cunt and sinking himself to the knot in a single, powerful drive of his body. He shunted her into the couch with a feral snarl and held nothing back. If the Queen wanted to be bred, then bred she would be!

Isiat knew his pet's body all too well, as any master should have. Be it rough or gentle, he knew just how to make her sing for him like a struck harp. To him, fucking her was an art, practised often and learned until he had perfected it. Each thrust drove the spaded tip into her passage, bottoming out roughly when he smashed against her cervix. She let out an ecstacy-filled cry, one paw gripping onto the cushions beneath her like her life depended on it, the other swinging to her side.

The lioness's meathook-like claws extended, she dug them hard into Isiat's hip, undoubtedly drawing blood beneath his rough vulpine pelt. She secured her grip on him as he thrust into her with the savage, single-minded determination of a mutt given a bitch to knock up.

"Fuck me like you own me." Shadi hissed. Isiat's teeth closed on the back of her neck tightly, gripping the scruff of her pseudo-mane, and he did exactly as she asked.

She squealed in bliss as he savaged her cunt with his fucking, rough and rapid, like a feral hound on a female in heat. His hips were a blur but for the rapid plap plap plap plap of his knot striking her stretched pussy over and over to keep tempo. To say he was intense was selling him short. He conquered her body with confidence and surety.

He wasn't just fucking her like he owned her.

He did own her, and was dutifully reminding the bratty lioness of that fact.

She was his, and he was intent on fucking her until she begged him to stop.

He snarled into her neck as she dug her claws into his thighs further. As far as he was concerned, they were just another trophy mark. Fresh scratches to join the other claw marks running down his spine from claiming her held against the walls, or the pinpricks across his ears when she lustily kept his head down between her thighs. He wore them all proudly, for as rough as she was with him, it was never to hurt him.

Their love language was unspoken with words, but vocal nonetheless. Grunts, pants, moans, cries, screams of bliss. All of them filled the room to the rapid, nigh frantic thrusting, his body hunched possessively over her upturned tail and rear, trying to get as deep and close to her as possible.

"Ah~ Give it to me mutt! Tie your bitch!" Shadi pleaded with a desperate need, her own body barely able to keep up in rocking back against him. Pleasure encapsulated her being, gripping her body like a vice even as she trembled on the very precipice of unadulterated ecstasy.

His paw slid around her throat, expertly and carefully constricting her jugular and windpipe at once. She knew full well what he had done overseas with those hands, but in his grip, she felt nothing but safe. Slowly, her body tensed as he held back the oxygen from her panting, and second by second, he dragged it out. She felt herself slowly slipping, body suddenly tensing as her brain recognized the situation it was in. Her body was wound like a coiled spring, just waiting for that last thing she needed...

His voice in her ear was barely a whisper, his mouth so close she could feel the wash of air across her tufts as he rumbled, barely parting his lips to hiss the order at her.

"Cum, Shadi."

She seized up all over and, in a heartbeat, came with a muted cry of release. Warmth raced through her body, making her flush from the tips of her ears to her tail. Her passage spasmed rapidly around Isiat's prick and taking advantage of her loss of control, he forced himself forwards, jolting her body as he joined himself to her completely with an echoing 'Pop'. His knot was stuck inside her and swelling. Neither of them would be going anywhere until he deposited his load right where it belonged.

Even as she milked him for all her rippling passage could, he swelled within her, shaft thickening rapidly at the base as blood filled the thick lobes of his knot. The pressure constricting him was heaven in itself, the little feline quaking and gasping beneath his bulk. His girthy shaft made an impression in her belly as Shadi stroked her lover's mast through the fur below her navel. Her fingers delicately traced the outline of the source of her pleasure, almost reverently feeling each pulse and throb as he approached his own climax.

"Ahhh... Breed me Foxy. You know you want to."

With a trembling pulse and a forceful jet of lust, he unleashed himself into her waiting body, thoroughly hosing her insides with his seed. He marked her womb as his to claim by right of strength and conquest, leaving her passage off-white stained in seconds. He snarled, biting her neck as he came in a mating grip, which only caused her own body to spike with lust once more.

They collapsed to the sofa as the seconds ticked by, and Shadi finally let her legs give out, turning into a puddle of well fucked feline to the cushions. Isiat was dragged down bodily over her curvaceous figure by way of his fat knot bulging her cunt outwards. It would be a while before he was anywhere near shrunk enough to attempt removing it. Each pent-up pulse of cum he shot into her passage only seemed to make the pressure on her body tighter and tighter.

His paws snaked around her body, cupping her motherly tits in his palms, fingers dancing over her sensitive nipples just to make her twitch and shake more, prolonging that incredible, indescribable high for that much longer. Her paw gently rubbed the bulge in her belly, stroking his engorged prick as it leapt and jolted deep within her, each motion accompanied by a blossom of warmth in her core. Not a drop spilled back out of her. He made sure that none of his cum was wasted in the fabric.

"There... bred enough kitten?" He managed with a chuckle, rolling sideways with her to better snuggle the lioness against his chest.

"Oh, not even close... but it's a good start." Shadi purred sweetly, her tail flopping over Isiat's side. Its bushy tip flicked lazily up and down the length of his spine.

"Well, if you need some help Sir, I'd be more than happy to provide some backup..." A voice spoke with a distinctive smirk from behind them, drawing both lovers' attention. Parker, the blue-scaled western dragon Isiat had so rudely smacked earlier, had roused and was sat upright on the floor. He watched the tied pair like a predator, his wings fanning lightly, spanning the well-used sofa with ease.

The dragon climbed onto the sofa along with the knotted couple, sliding in behind the many-tailed Vulpine with a devious growl. His hips pushed up against Isiat's and the dragon's twin shafts rubbed against the cleft of his rear, smearing eager precum. With a shrug, Isiat flicked his tails out of the way and growled right back, not one to be upstaged by his smug subordinate, even if he was a dragon. Shadi just snickered quietly at their antics, wriggling herself backwards into Isiat as she clenched around his knot, rocking him backwards into the dragon.

"Ooh, good idea Danny. Serves him right for threatening me with a good time... Hope you didn't think the party was over just because the sun was up my love..." Shadi teased him, guiding the dragon's scaled hand from where it had settled on her breast to down between the pair of lovers. His broad fingers parted and cupped her sex and Isiat's knot root where they were joined, rubbing both of the most sensitive spots with a tender touch.

Isiat just grinned, rumbling happily as one of the dragon's tapered shafts thrust into him and all three set into a brand new chorus of pleasured noises.

"Aah, ~ wouldn't have dreamed of it, love."

There were far worse ways to start the morning off right...