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Warm wind licked at Rhea as she wandered through the halls of the trio's arboreal home in Aelynd. On this summer afternoon, the felid had only one thing on her mind: sex.

Living with Samson and Samara for the past couple of years meant it was never in short supply. Even better, they never tried to force it upon her should she not want to contribute.

Something Rhea learned rather quickly was that her two partners had a much higher libido than her, she could never hope to keep up with every bout of lovemaking they shared. In truth, her only noteworthy gripe was that her azure lovers mostly relied upon her for a dominant presence in the bedroom. Samara was wholly reluctant, while Samson was willing but very slow to learn. It was a small price to pay.

Wanting to leave her intentions plain, Rhea stripped down completely, leaving her clothing draped over a chair in their lounge. Though it was fairly normal for Samson and Samara to walk around the home completely naked, regardless of task or activity---wanton nudity was rarer for Rhea. She saw her nude form as something special, not something to reveal so casually. If she were to disrobe for someone, it could only mean that she wanted to get physical with them.

To her dismay, No one was to be found. She thought it was impossible, they never left without saying something beforehand. Rhea clenches her fists and grumbles audibly, shouting. "Samson! Samara! You've got a beautiful woman here looking for a good fucking, doesn't sound like an opportunity to miss out on!" She waits a few minutes before making another attempt. "Hey! If you two have left me here all alone, you'll come to regret it! My offer is time-sensitive!"

No response. This warranted another investigation, which turned up nothing---nary a note in site. "Where have those fools wandered off to?" She wonders aloud. Despite the fact their home was empty, there was still one place left to check. One location that wasn't accounted for.

Rhea used the emerald portal to travel down to the tree's base, walking towards the nearby grove where Samara tended to the plants she couldn't easily fit inside the house. Surely enough, someone had been there. It was Samson, who was currently exercising by lifting a series of carved stones. Samara had shaped them for him a few years prior to accommodate his unusual strength, the heaviest of which exceeded nine-hundred kilograms.

Rhea was ever-enamored by his raw power. The bulging musculature which, in moments such as this, was visible through his thick blue and white coat. She leans against a tree, more than glad to simply watch him display his might for a few minutes. Biceps, triceps, deltoids, pectorals. She loved it all. Though the most valuable cut of meat on him was presently obscured by the only piece of clothing he wore, that pesky loincloth. That being said, the outline of his genitals was still mostly visible thanks to his current position on the ground. She felt that telltale tingle traveling up her spine, her sex beginning to salivate at every aspect of his body that was readily on display.

"Samson, my dear Samson~" She says, infusing the words with her desire.

The foxcat stops immediately, careful to not drop the incredibly dense stone prematurely. Having placed the rock down safely, Sam sat up while collecting his breath---looking over at the unclothed feline shape that began to approach him. "Rhea."

"That's right, my creampuff. Any chance you know where that wonderfully plump woman may have gone off to?" She sits on his lap, caressing his face with one hand, while feeling his shoulder with the other. The look he gives her in response is more than enough to indicate that he understands her intentions.

"She wanted to spend the day with her mother. You were still asleep, so... I thought I'd tell you when you woke up."

"What a terrible shame. Seems as if she'll be missing out on what we're about to share." Rhea caps off the statement by tenderly pinching his cheek.

"Hmm. Your heat's come back faster than expected." He says with a smile.

Seems as if he's found his sense of humor. "Not the case. And why, do I need a reason to fuck you? Is it so hard to believe that I want a beautiful, strapping man to make me feel like a woman?" Rhea traces her finger down his chest to make sure her point is made clear. "I need you to use me, and I want it to be rough. Very rough. Think you can do that, or am I wasting my breath?"

He stares into her golden eyes, finally ready to give a satisfactory answer. "I'd love to Rhea, no doubt at all. But, could I take some time to savor you first?"

She grins, leaning in to plant a kiss. "I'll allow it, I- Mnnnmf!!" Rhea is quickly interrupted by the foxcat as he barrages her with a long series of uninterrupted kisses, overwhelming her with affection. Sam's thick fingers grip her rear, squeezing the ample flesh as his excitement mounts. Her natural response is to grind against him, rubbing herself upon his sweaty physique.

After the onslaught of adoration subsides, Rhea pulls away from Samson, a thin strand of saliva still offering a tenuous connection between their lips for a brief time. He's gotten very good at that, the felid knew she'd have to steal more kisses from him later. "The taste of your love is so intoxicating, Sam... Though I need something more savory than sweet right now~"

"My cock?" He says bluntly. If she wasn't so familiar with him, that brutish statement may have disarmed the moment's swelling romance.

Rhea chuckles. "Yes, Samson. Your cock." The feline rogue assumes a new position, kneeling in front of the foxcat with her face next to his genitals. She removes the loincloth with the fervor of a succubus, all too excited to remind herself of that carnal flavor. And there it was, Samson's gorgeous, blue cock---already half-erect. succumbing to her basest instincts, Rhea breathes deeply of his masculine aroma. She didn't fully understand why this excites her as much as it does, especially when she found herself in the deepest depths of her heat. It was an innate property, something bound to her by some ancient machination.

Her tongue seemed to move of its own accord as she lapped happily at his hefty, sweat-laden testicles. A hand of hers soon gripped the barbed shaft of his lengthy rod, stroking with gusto.

"I don't have the words to describe how much I love you, Rhea. How much I appreciate what you do for me." Samson simply sat there as he received her oral devotion.

She thought it was a cute sentiment, though craved the thought of whatever he'd do to compensate far more. Surely he'd be keen to impress her in order to prove his gratitude. Regardless, the cat continued on her current course doing her best to take his testicles into her mouth. She doesn't take long to succeed in her pursuit of that wondrous flavor, stuffing her maw with those big, blue orbs as she sucked on them.

Samson would eventually need to free her from the distracting allure of his testes. He grasps her ears, tugging playfully. "Rhea. Rheeeea. I regret to interrupt you, but you've been at that for quite a while."

The rogue emerges from her sexual trance, releasing the orbs from her mouth. "Taking my interest for granted, are you?"

Sam is quick to offer a rebuttal. "Never. I just assumed I would be the one savoring you, not the opposite."

"Both will have to be true, try being a little more patient Samson." Soon afterward, she'd carry on with her original plan. She hungrily devours the cock, most of its length disappearing down the felid's throat. The barbs tickled as his manhood traveled up and down, offering that ever-strange additional stimulation. It didn't bother her, of course. Like most aspects of her two partners, Rhea came to enjoy it. She craved it.

Upon reaching an adequate level of satisfaction, she separates from his well-lubricated sex. "Alright, Sam. Your turn. Don't even dream of disappointing me after those previous words, understand?"

"How could I? I care for you too much." Sam then takes over, guiding the feline beauty unto her back before lifting her lower half. Rhea's legs are placed onto either of his shoulders as he begins to lick away at her drooling pussy, the licks being intermittently interrupted by a loving kiss to her labia.

The cat's whole body shudders with delight, her form forced into an arc as she gently purrs. That thick, long tongue was such a special gift---surely bestowed by the gods. "Mmmm. Samson, that feels heavenly. Keep going, my love~"

He proceeds along that present path for a short while before feeling compelled to change his approach, the foxcat's tongue adopts a figure-eight motion as he centers his attention on Rhea's clitoris.

Her moaning increases in tandem with the new stimulation. "Sam. Saaaaaammmmnn." Her toes curl, muscles tense up, hands attached to outstretched arms claw into dirt. She begins to speculate how much longer he intends to have her endure this, it was very much within the realm of possibility that she would free her first climax just from this attention alone.

Roughly a minute later, Samson ceased. His warm hands guide the frisky felid into another position, flat on her back. Immediately upon being moved onto the ground: she separates her legs as far apart as they'll possibly go, shaky fingers enthusiastically spread moist labia, tongue sticking out of a devilish grin. "I know you love seeing my cunt stretched like this. Now hurry, and remember what I said earlier? Rough, I want it rough."

Her words ring true, the sight was extraordinarily distracting for him. Even after all this time, he still feels required to stare in admiration at the natural pulchritude of her exposed flesh. the reddish-brown outer folds which fade into the pink exterior of her vulva, the muscular opening pulsates subtly with anticipation of his touch. And though his elongated blue member throbs in tune with a similar excitement, he knew it wasn't quite time. There was yet something else to do at this moment.

Samson kneels directly in front of her, tracing the vaginal opening with a finger as he licks his lips in an exaggerated fashion. Soon afterward, he plunges two fingers inside---the middle finger and ring finger of his dominant hand. Wanting to accommodate her current needs, he thrusts hard and fast with the broad digits.

"Sam! SAAAAM! Hnnngh~" Rhea's hands quickly move to clutch her legs to prevent them from kicking about uncontrollably, holding them close to her chest. Moans of pleasure turn to rapturous howls of orgasmic bliss as her first climax escapes from her womanhood. The speed at which his unyielding fingers hammer into her quivering sex was impressive, definitely enough to catch her off guard.

One orgasm becomes two, then three before he feels the need to give her a chance to calm herself. His digits slowly exit her, slick with her sweet nectar. Samson licks some off before moving in to offer her his hand, which she seems all too eager to accept.

The cat licks and sucks, bewitched by the combination of flavors. Rhea's purring moans highlight her gratitude as she gladly cleans his claws. Once done, she looks toward her large lover to speak. "You bastard. You fucking bastard... Better fuck me with that fat cock of yours."

Samson nods with a smile. As fun as the foreplay was, it was time for that mutual craving to finally be addressed. His final act of preparation was to place a spell on his partner. The foxcat touches her pubic region, placing a shimmering glyph in the shape of an azure seven-pointed star---a personal mark that signified the successful activation of this minor enchantment. The spell made her vaginal tunnel more spacious inside, while remaining visibly unaltered from an outside view. Seeing as he often needed to make accommodations for his size, this became an essential component of Samson's sexual routine ever since Artemis taught it to him back in Valentina. He wasn't sure exactly how it works, but that didn't matter.

Rhea was familiar with the mark, of course. Once she spots it, the cat flips herself over onto knees and elbows. She shakes her rear playfully, tail swaying in a similarly gleeful manner. "Saaaaam. Please fuck me, Sam. Stuff my pussy~"

Such an alluring offer couldn't be met with inaction. Samson grabs her shapely ass, inserting his cock vaginally. Sinking inside without consequence was a joy that defied description, inexpressibly good.

Her lustful moans return as that hot, snug passage welcomed the barbed phallus. Rhea was totally enamored by the unique feeling the barbs added to every pump of that powerful penis, a testament to the primal connection she shared with her fellow feline. She felt fulfilled at this moment.

Samson's strong grasp cuts through her haze of lust, bringing her back to her senses. What becomes clear to Rhea's sex-addled mind is that her beloved foxcat was using his mighty, pantherine frame to easily maneuver her into another new position. She was now lying on her stomach, atop him. The felid holds tight, nuzzling her lover during this fleeting moment of peace preparatory to the inevitable continuation of Sam plowing her.

A simple whisper would reach her ear. "More?"

Ah, still considerate despite her very straightforward request. "Mhm. Cum... I need your cum."

That bit of reassurance was more than enough motivation to have him resume with the aggressive dicking, the shaft's soft spikes announcing the next instance of vaginal penetration. Rhea's entire body tenses up in response to that overwhelming sensation, her mouth involuntarily biting hard into his shoulder as the thrusts steadily gain intensity. Another set of harsh moans would be freed from between the embedded teeth.

Samson's hands gripped the felid's hips to better control his thrusting form, ensuring that she felt every inch of his love. Being so preoccupied with his current task, Sam was equally unsure of how much time had passed since the beginning of their encounter. At least forty minutes by now, he reckoned. That hardly mattered, of course. Even if he did have any plans, Rhea's satisfaction always came first. That was the way of things.

He was getting terribly close now. That familiar frisson accompanied by a sudden twitch heralded the coming climax. The final four thrusts released several shots of his hot, pearly passion. The foxcat groans triumphantly through gritted fangs as his substantial seed floods her delicate sex.

Samson remained in his current position, indifferent to the dirt and grime of the forest floor---far more concerned with her comfort. Given adequate time to recuperate, Rhea buries her face into Sam's neck as she graces him with soft kisses.

"Thank you, my love. My creampuff~" The overt fondness of her words resonated with the joy emanating from the core of her being. Rhea was awash with an extreme euphoria, not too peculiar in and of itself, though it was perhaps unparalleled in terms of sheer acuteness. Paradise existed in this moment: it felt like soft, shaggy fur, it smelt rustic and musky, it looked beautiful in the truest sense. Statuesque.

Samson was merely happy that she seemed satisfied. Though the pecks from his purring partner was certainly a pleasant bonus, true contentment for him was in a job well done. His own enjoyment, though obviously not unimportant, was almost always secondary. He lived to serve those he cared most about. "Just let me know when you wanna head inside. Or, we can stay out here if you're comfortable."

"We can go back soon, just let me enjoy you for a few more moments." She says, playing with his tousled hair.

No problem with that. The long shadows of the many trees marked the beginning of the sun's downward descent, only a few hours until sunset. Before he could ask the cat any other questions, she dismounts from him with a crude grunt---his thick, viscous seed oozing forth from her sex.

She unties her hair, shaking the lengthy locks from side to side. Then, rather perplexingly, she takes to rolling around in the dirt.

Samson stands himself up to stare at the spectacle. He looked upon the giddy, giggling mess that was playing around in the unclean soil. Was this actually a transformed Samara playing some sort of trick on him? Seemed unlikely, and it wouldn't explain where Rhea was. Unless she was in on it? Probably not. Still, Rhea almost never acted in such an exuberant way. This sort of behavior made more sense when she was either incredibly drunk, or deep into her heat.

"I'm your dirty bitch, Sam. I'm your dirty fucking bitch~" The cupidinous cat said with a snicker. "Mmmm. Say it. Saaaaay it! Please say it, Sam. Call me your dirty bitch!"

"You're my dirty bitch, Rhea."

She shows him a large smile in appreciation. "Now tell me you love me."

He kneels down next to her, patting the felid's precious pate. "You're my dirty little bitch, and I love you. I love you with my whole heart, nothing will change that."

She stares back at him with her mouth barely agape, her eyes fluttering as if by instinct. She'd heard him confess his love many times before, and knew it would be uttered many times again. But now? She was unduly sensitive to his saccharine-sweet sentimentality. "Oh gods... Tell me you'll never leave me, Sam. Tell me that you'll be mine forever."

He clutches the cat, pulling her into his snug embrace. "Yes! Yes... You'll always have me, Rhea. I'll always be ready to do whatever you need of me."

She gives him a few kisses before speaking again. "Okay Samson, we can go back inside if you want. Not sure why you'd want to, though... Far dirtier out here, than in there."

He smiles, shaking his head. "Come on, let's go somewhere a little more comfortable." Sam carries her back to the base of the great tree, through the hidden portal as they return to their home. He wanders through the corridors, carrying her in his brawny arms. "Where to?"

"Mmm. Bedroom."

"The bedroom?" He asks, somewhat surprised by the answer. "Are you sure you don't want to bathe first?"

"Don't be stupid, Sam. I'm your dirty little bitch, right? Why would I want to be clean? Besides... Mara can take care of the bed when we're done, it's her punishment for missing out."

Samson laughs, rubbing her back. He was more than happy to bring her to the bedroom, already able to guess what she would request of him upon arriving there.

He deposits her onto the bed, soon joining her. Sam can't help but to reach over to caress her athletic abdomen, feeling her muscular stomach rise with every breath.

"As nice as it is, I didn't want you here just to feel me up." She says, placing her hand atop his. "Surely you know what I want. What I need~" Rhea turns over to face him, showing her large grin. "I want you to fuck my ass. I need more of that cock, Sam."

"I can't even pretend to be surprised." He says with a similar smile. "Very well. I'm ready when you're ready."

An enthusiastic lust paired with an above-average vitality guarantees that Rhea is ready for another round of lovemaking. She climbs over him, positioning her rear next to his face. Her immediate attention was dedicated to ensuring the return of her beloved's erection. She offers a few relaxed strokes, before welcoming the expanding length back inside her eager maw. To feel that physical manifestation of his desire growing in her mouth was exquisite, something to be cherished. His rod doesn't take long to regain its maximum length and girth, nurtured by that salivating warmth.

While she was busy sucking his cock, Sam knew her oral offering would have to be repaid with some contribution of his own---and how could he not with that delicious ass so close to his tongue? The foxcat grabs her plump cheeks, parting them for an even greater view of her magnificent pussy and tailhole. He finds himself Tracing the rim of the cat's anus with his tongue, then licking it in earnest.

Rhea would interrupt his anal endeavor by parting from him, resting on her back. "Sam, could you... Tie me up? Please?" She puts on her best pleading, pouty expression to heighten the necessity of her request.

That action was ultimately unnecessary, as Samson is very much on board regardless of her current application of theatrics. He briefly laments Samara's absence before getting up to look for something to restrain Rhea, the druidess' magical vines would be very useful in this circumstance. With some effort, he finds a decent length of hempen rope. Sam rejoins her on the bed, wasting no time tying her hands together as he tethers the rope to the headrest.

Rhea's breathing quickens in reaction to her relative loss of control, her body aching to be penetrated once more. "Samson, I need you to abuse my asshole." She spreads her legs as far apart as they'll go in order to emphasize her next point. "I'm all exposed and defenseless, see? I have to know if you want it nearly as much as I do~"

The gesture was appreciated, though not needed. His mind was already made up long ago. He grabs her legs to ensure no sort of playful retaliation was possible, proceeding to ease his fat phallus inside of that alternate entrance.

Rhea moaned and squeaked as she sat there helpless, the tremendous thrusts threatening to sunder her sphincter. She was suddenly grateful that providing him with that dash of fellatio had also given his cock a modest bit of lubrication. "F-FUCK! Hhhnnnngh~" Her feline form squirmed fruitlessly, dominated by either rope or rippling muscles.

The pounding continued steadily without much issue as Sam took to teasing his tied-up lover. "Under me, right where you belong! Rhea... You dirty little bitch!"

She was amused by his utterance of that ridiculous title she gave herself earlier. He even sounded like he almost meant what he was saying. Regardless of inauthenticity, she was happy he was making an attempt to appeal to her desire for submission.

Following an extensive display of endurance, Samson's grip tightens and his pumps fluctuate in speed as he busts---Rhea's stuffed rectum now overflowing with another sizable serving of spunk.

By now, Rhea wasn't much more than a shivering mass whose toes barely had strength enough to wiggle feebly. Her entire body was very sore from the prolonged plowing from that monstrous member.

After giving himself a moment to catch his breath, Samson unbinds her hands. "You doing alright, Rhea?"

The felid says nothing, instead choosing to nod weakly. She was fine with simply tasting the room's steamy, sweaty atmosphere. Her tongue dangled out of her mouth as it releases panting breaths.

The foxcat flops over next to his feline partner, feeling fairly tired as well. A moment of rest seemed very appealing after all of the work he'd just put in. Perhaps a nap was needed?

Samara returns to their home late in the night, excited to see her two bondmates. She isn't terribly surprised when she doesn't find them immediately. And though it should've been one of the first places she checked, Mara heads toward the bedroom. Upon reaching the threshold, her nostrils are introduced to the strong scents of sex. She steps through the open doorway to see the origin of those aromas, Samson and Rhea lying together in bed---marinating in a myriad of sexual fluids and sweat. Typical, she thought. The Serulan then walks over to the foot of the bed, addressing the pair. "You two had some fun while I was away, hmm?"

Samson slowly lifts his head. "Samara, welcome back." His voice is quiet and relaxed in contrast to his disorderly surroundings.

Mara takes some additional time to look around, failing to notice the entirety of the mess with that initial glance. Several decorations had fallen off of the walls, books toppled over, and the bed was obviously a complete disaster. "Are you going to clean this up tonight or tomorrow morning?"

"Shhhh! She's asleep!" He whispers, while shifting around in the bed.

She shakes her head, smirking. "You're a marvel of a man, Samson. I hope your escapades were worth the price of this desolation. In fact, I'd be very dismayed if that weren't the case. You aren't normally one to disappoint."

"There's room enough for you here, Samara." He pats a bit of empty space next to himself on the bed as he says this.

As much as the prospect of sleeping in that mess of a mattress wouldn't normally phase her at all, she just wasn't quite in the mood to do so tonight. She turns to leave before quickly reconsidering. They did smell very nice. Well, pleasant to her, at least. After another minute of consideration, she strips off her dress and abandons her other belongings on the floor. Now nude, she squeezes herself next to Samson. "Very sweaty and slimy... You're lucky I appreciate your aroma, Sam."

He welcomes the voluptuous woman into his warm embrace, kissing her. "I am very fortunate, yeah."

"Mhm. Well, tomorrow you're cleaning everything up around here. You're going to give me a bath, too... Doesn't really matter in which order as long as they both get done." She gives her burly bedmate a tender caress. "That's a task for tomorrow, though."

The idea of bathing both of them was extremely appealing, knowing very well that it was hardly an actual punishment. Getting another chance to massage Rhea's toned shape? He'd do so without question. And he'd get to run his hands across Samara's curves as well? He'd need to take his time, of course. "I'll be looking forward to it, Mara."