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Buried in work, heavily caffeinated, and surrounded by stacks of handwritten notes that desperately needed organizing, Tristan was a cloud of overwork. As a research associate to the greatest mind he'd ever met, he had a tendency to push himself to make sure he consistently impressed her. Such techniques had mostly consistent results. Even when he made a mistake, she was kind and gracious about correcting him and getting him back on track, even if part of him wondered if she privately kept a tally of such errors. He just wanted to do his very best for her.

Some of that was of course academic admiration. Kijana wasn't much older than him, and yet she'd written things he'd been studying ever since his undergraduate degree. She was a foremost scholar in her field, and the opportunity to work under her was an honour. That was all important and a very good reason to accept the position. Then there was her.

She was the biggest, strongest hyena he'd ever met, an absolute beast of a woman whose intimidating nature might have made one assume she was brute, a beast who subsisted on the bones of her enemies. It was the kind of thing that made a switchy doberman like him absolutely weak in the knees whenever she cast him so much as a flirty smirk.

His professional admiration and infinite, insatiable lust for that wall of beefy hyena meant he was instantly attentive when she walked up behind him and spoke, a hand planted firmly on his shoulder.

"Hey. Show me your routine."

"Hm?" He blinked, coming up for air from under the crushing pressure of all the work he'd decided absolutely needed doing that night.

"I heard you'd been taking some lessons. I want to see."

He perked his ears straight up as a blush overtook him. It wasn't exactly a secret, but he couldn't help being embarrassed anyway. A big, handsome guy like him didn't exactly seem the sort to learn how to give the perfect lap dance, but he thought it'd be fun, especially for his friends. Kijana was a friend. Also his superior, but they'd long since stopped worrying about such things ever since their grad school liaisons. The only problem was stepping away from his desk for long enough to entertain her. Especially knowing shaking his hips around was going to turn her on enough that he'd feel it was only polite to help her deal with it.

"Right now? I mean, I'm way behind, I found another bug in my boolean addition routine and that's the core of my algorithm. I need to fix it for this to work," he hastily explained, gesticulating generously before his expression fell a little. " I've just been a little off ever since Monday, but if I just take tonight to make up for it and come in a little early tomorrow I -"

"Yeah. I know. That's the point, Tristan." She interrupted him by squeezing his shoulder, and not gently. "You're working too hard. I can smell the burnout from a mile away."

As if to make her point, she leaned down to plant her nose between his perky ears and sniffed him a few times.

"See? Burnt as toast. Now, you're gonna get up from that desk and shake your ass for me, or I'm going to make you."

He wasn't sure how exactly she would have forced him to dance for her, but something told him she'd find a way. With one last almost mournful look at the work he was leaving behind, he finally sighed and pushed his chair back from his desk. That had the result of planting his head directly beneath her bust. She didn't mind, of course. Content to boob-hat him a moment while he rose to the occasion, she soon found a spot on one of the office couches while she awaited his performance.

Just looking her over had a way of making him feel like everything was going to be fine. She looked stellar with her work clothes hugging tight to her every muscle, to her bust, to her bulge. Working for her was a constant state of remembering not to drool on himself.

"Um. Well, normally there's music," he said, glancing around awkwardly. He made sure to check the door was closed while he was at it, even if it was unlikely anyone would walk by at that late hour.

Kijana wasn't about to let him make excuses. "I'll imagine it."

She sat back and brushed her fingers through her braids before putting her hands behind her head. Just lifting her arms up like that tested the talents of her tailor, that form-fitting blazer hugging around her bulk all the more tightly. Part of him just wanted to stare. The rest wondered how he was going to make such formal wear sexy. Looked like he was just going to have to start swaying, and strip down layer by layer. It didn't take long to find his rhythm.

"That's it. Shake tha asst, dobie," she teased him with a great big hyena grin.

He smiled back, giving a slow turn while he stripped his top away. Running his fingers down over his hips, bumping, bouncing, he slowly approached, leaving his clothes behind one piece at a time. Stepping out of those tight work pants wasn't the most elegant move he'd ever pulled, but it was seductive enough. At her command, he was down to his underwear before long, climbing into her fully clothed lap so he could grind on her a little. At first he simply mimed it, thrusting in the air while she took him by the hips to keep him close, but he couldn't help but get closer. Grinding bulge to bulge always filled him with such awe. There was big and then there was big, and she distinctly dwarfed him no matter how impressive he might have been.

The worry mostly melted away when he felt himself firming up for her. She was getting hard, stretching her pants to a breaking point. A snort of discomfort and a nod down to where she was confined was all the hint he needed. He dropped between her thighs, kneeling on the floor of their shared office, and sniffed his way to that fat bulge so he could free her. Her cock all but sprang out at him when he unzipped her, flopping over her big fat nuts. His mind was flooded with her scent, bathing in the richness of her musk. It didn't take him long before he was utterly compelled to plant his face right in her balls.

She kept him there with a hand on his head, shoving hard to make sure he didn't even think of pulling back for her. The only reprieve he got was when she let go for half a second just to get a sleeve off her arm. She was mostly naked before long at all after getting through those multiple layers of professional wear, the dog smothered against her balls the whole time. All he needed to breathe was her, to cloud his thoughts and make him a little dumber, just for a little while.

The thick tuft nestled right between the two of them was perfect for huffing at. There was so much scent to suck down that he was soon oversaturated, almost nose-numb for how much he was inhaling. Swimming in her pheromones, he drooled, he throbbed, he dripped down on his own thighs for as long as she kept him smothered. She wasn't letting go.

It was only when he was so deeply immersed in her scent that he was on the edge of passing out that she finally relented. He briefly wobbled, nearly pitching over when she released her grip on his head. A little slap to his cheek snapped him out of it. He rapidly blinked, shook his head, and gave a heavy sigh. He was still utterly drenched in her musk, but at least he could breathe a little air on the side. That certainly wasn't enough for either of them. A sloppy slathering of slurps from the base of her dick all the way to the tip allowed him to tuck his tongue between that thick skin and the head of her cock for all the best tastes.

Licking all around in a slippery circle, he made sure to lap up as much of her as he possibly could. No matter how tidy her appearance, there was always something truly primal about the musk that clung to her. It was enough to make Tristan feel like he was operating purely on base instinct. He needed only her, thriving on her flavour, cleaning under that thick, excess foreskin before he drew his tongue back into his mouth. Sucking on it briefly ensured he got as much of that succulent essence he could get, before he laid it out to welcome her whole shaft between his parted lips.

Actually sucking off the exceptionally hung hyena was no easy task. He slipped and slid around her tip at first, huffing his frustration when his jaws didn't simply unhinge to take that big fat cock. Try as he did to force it, he kept hitting up against his own physical limits, bobbing on the very first inch or so while he struggled for more. Kijana didn't seem to mind at first, but her patience quickly wore thin. Grabbing his head in the iron grip of both meaty hands, she seized him hard and yanked him down on her cock, instantly stuffing it straight down his gullet while he gave a muffled cry of surprise.

"Hmmmmf!"

It was the kind of brutal lunge that probably could have killed someone less experienced than Tristan. Thankfully, she knew exactly what he was capable of. As much as he might have choked on it at first, it didn't take him too long to adjust. He closed his eyes after blinking away the mist there, swallowing hard at the precum shooting straight down his throat. She barely let him suck before she simply started yanking his head up and down her shaft while he glurked it down, using him like a sleeve for that massive spire.

When he seemed like he was dealing with it fine again, she took him even deeper. A hand smacked right down on the back of his head ensured he swallowed every single inch. She squeezed his skull between her muscular thighs once he bottomed out, throat absolutely swelling with how much hyena dick he was swallowing at once. Every time she pulled back he managed to a tiny gasp in the moments between each thrust. The best he could do was cling to her hips to brace himself while she facefucked him into oblivion, arms slowly slumping down as he weakened.

"Mmmmm ..." came his faint cry, smothered in the musk-laden tuft just above the base of her cock.

Those steady plaps of his chin to her nuts grew more infrequent as the hyena stiffened all the more. Her cock swelled out even thicker than before, her nuts went taut, and she put out some sharp half-second stings of laughter along with her rising puffs and grunts while she plunged his throat and filled his belly with precum. Then there came that briefly uncontrolled cackle as she shot inside him, hitting the bottom of his gut with a thick gush of hyena seed. It swiftly overfilled straight up his gullet and left cum spurting from his sealed lips, even from his nostrils while he desperately tried to guzzle it down in heavy, bulging gulps.

She wasn't about to just lay back and cum in him. Slinging a huge leg over his shoulder, she kept him pinned while she fucked her spunk right down his gullet. It all overwhelmed him with pure, refined hyena musk that he almost forgot he couldn't breathe. Only when his arms went slack down to his sides and he found himself pitching over in her grasp did she pull back to let him gasp and choke on all fours while she creamed on his back. It was a drenching torrent that cascaded over his shoulders and sides, rolling down his ribs, dripping onto the floor. The office was going to smell like her for a while. It usually did anyway.

If there was one thing that made him absolutely throb, it was swallowing her cum. He rose up again as soon as he could, still panting hotly, cum trickling down his dangling tongue. She offered him a grin as she reached for his arm to tug him upwards.

"Yup. That's a pretty good routine."

"I barely ... hff ... even started ..."

"And yet you still made me cum. You must be very talented."

He didn't reach any higher than her bust when she hefted him into her lap. She kept him smothered there, pinned in her cleavage while she played with his ass. Her grip was firm enough to nearly put those muscles to sleep with those deep, greedy squeezes. It was all just in service of getting him up to the tip of her slathered cock. She was still absolutely soaking, her cock steaming with fresh spunk and hot dog drool as she lowered him down on it. Idly remembering that it was all supposed to be a lap dance of sorts, he tried wiggling for her, slowly grinding on her cock, but it didn't take her long to barrel past his seduction and go straight for her goal.

At least she was a little gentler penetrating his tight ass. Slightly. She still rammed it forth once she felt it was ready, giving him only a cursory poking and prodding to loosen him up. A shrill whimper leapt from him at first, but he quickly sighed down into bliss once he managed to relax his muscles. His belly bulged with the outline of her cock and the sloshing, engorging load of hyena cum he'd swallowed. The rest still poured down his short fur, making him glisten and smell richly of her. It was a scent he loved to be marked by. Everyone was going to know how desirable she found him when she was done with him.

He winced as he reached down to touch the shape of her dick bulging inside him. It made such a dent in him, yet she always seemed to know how to stuff him without breaking him in two. There was no riding, no teasing for him to do. He was just going to sit there while she wrapped her hands fully around his hips and pulled him up and down on her cock. His own knotted shaft rubbed at the cleft in her abs the whole time, streaking some thick strands of precum all over her fur. With that much hyena cock pressing against his button that hard, it didn't take him long before he was utterly shooting the watery mess into the sculpted divots of those well-defined muscles.

"Kijana ..." he whimpered while she thumped his cheeks with her enormous nuts.

It wasn't supposed to come out so pathetically, but those were the only kind of sounds he could make when she was fucking his brains out. She moved him like he was nearly weightless, jamming him down on her dick again and again. Meanwhile he was still trapped in her tits, licking, kissing, eventually sucking on a dark black nip while she gnashed her teeth above his head. A few drops of drool fell down onto his head while she fucked his ass like she was going to breed her favourite dog boy, pounding, stuffing, stretching him while he curled his toes in chaotic ecstasy.

Something like a surprised bark and gasp came from his open mouth in lieu of a proper moan. His cock started twitching madly, his knot fully engorged, pulsing with every rapid beat of his pumping heart. His jaw dropped, he scrunched his eyes shut, and showed his teeth in a submissive snarl while she made him cum himself absolutely stupid. Her fur chocolate chip fur was just going to have to absorb it all, because he couldn't stop. His seed burst from him, splattering her, soaking her, unloading every last bit of pent up tension in those hotly flexing dobie balls. If he had a single coherent thought left in his head, he might have realized how long it had been since he'd had that kind of relief.

Of course, she wasn't about to be outdone. No matter how much cum she made him chug down, she still had more for him. He felt the veins on her cock swelling out, stimulating him further, keeping him spurting for her like a good boy while she peaked between his taut cheeks. Shoving him down with a thud of balls to rump, she gripped his ass hard while she snarl-laughed above him, clenching her teeth with the climactic tension coursing through her powerful body. He was wrapped up in her mighty arms, trapped between her tits, and impaled on her massive dick as she finished inside him, filling him the intense heat of another fresh load of hyena cum.

The squelch of her seed erupting within him drowned out his whimper while he slowly slumped against her. All his strength had been nicely sapped by how hard she made him cum. The rest was just a matter of letting her use him as a condom while she dumped the contents of her oversized sack inside him. He felt himself swelling, sloshing, and soon overflowing. Plenty more of that thick jizz poured over the edge of that couch, trickling down the inside of the hyena's muscled calves while she clung to him. She wasn't letting him go until she was absolutely satisfied. It took some half a minute before she finally stopped shooting inside him.

Panting, gasping, shaking all over, he simply held onto her for a while. For as rough as she could be with him, he took so much pleasure in being close to her. She wrapped him out in her arms and gave him a squeeze against her chest like he was her precious plushie, which certainly didn't help him catch her breath. Slowly pulling him off her cock with that big hug eventually resulted in a tremendous_POP_ that made even more of a mess of both of them. Their surroundings too.

She pulled him even closer so she could lean down to smooch him. There was plenty of her own taste still on his tongue, but she didn't seem to mind. It was time to make out with the imposing professor, snuggling, squeezing, slurping their minutes away. For however long it lasted, Tristan finally managed to stop thinking about the time passing. There was nothing else more important than being close with the hyena he adored, making out with their eyes closed, the occasional moan slipping into each other's mouths.

He might have drifted off against her, sloshed and soaked, if it wasn't for the lingering guilt of all the work he was presently neglecting. He glanced back over his shoulder once they pulled from the kiss, sighing to himself.

"God, that was just what I needed. I could stay here all night."

"But?"

"But I should really get back to it. There's so much I need to get done."

She allowed him to slowly rise up, still dripping, sweating, trailing their fluids with his every step. Yet for all the mess she'd made of him, his first priority was to return to those stacks of papers. He was willing to walk away from that naked hyena beast to do more work, as crazy as he knew that was. Casting an apologetic look back at her, he was nervous to even ask a simple question.

"Is it alright if I take a late night here? I'll lock up when I go."

Kijana seemed to think about it for a time as he departed from their steaming embrace. Eventually she narrowed her eyes. "Absolutely not."

It was perhaps the sternest she'd ever spoken to him. Tristan floundered and gestured to the tower of hand-written notes that so desperately needed reviewing.

"But -" he began, but Kijana was having none of it. She folded her arms with such authority it silenced him on the spot.

"I said you're taking a break. I'm giving you the whole week off, and I'm going to enforce it."

He cast her a curious look. "How are you going to do that?"

As much as he didn't mean for it to sound like a challenge, she swiftly demonstrated. For someone so impossibly large, she could really move. When she seized him by the shoulders, he didn't even have a chance to react. Then she squeezed him. Her strength was such that just gripping him was enough to pull him right off his paws. He dangled there for a few moments, looking up at her with a look of admiration and intimidation alike. She had that look about her. One that could only be defined as purely, unstoppably hyena.

When she stretched her jaws to an imposing gape before his eyes, he had two thoughts. One was to admire the sheer power of a hyena's teeth, and those absolutely massive bone-crunches that reached right to the back of her impressive gape. The lights above reflecting in the layers of drool clinging to every detail just made the pinks and whites shine all the brighter. He would have kept staring at that awe-inspiring maw for longer if it wasn't for his second thought. His notes, his precious notes! He had to grab them while he still could.

Even as she brought her jaws down over his muzzle, overtaking his sight in the hot, slobbery embrace of her open mouth, he still blindly reached back to try to salvage something of the situation. Grabbing madly at the stacks of papers behind him, he winced when he ended up knocking them over or sending them flying. They fluttered to the floor while Kijana halted in her consuming him just to be utterly stunned at his show of workaholism.

"Tristan are you fucking kidding me," she blurted, unable to hold back a sharp, shuddering cackle at the ridiculous sight. "No, you cannot take your notes with you into my stomach. This is a vacation. And besides, they'd just melt."

She set him down and let his chin slide along her tongue until he slopped back out of her jaws. Then she snatched the papers from his hands, no matter how much he tried to resist. He even gave a little whimper when he realized he simply couldn't argue with her. It certainly wasn't because he was scared to get swallowed by her. The whole thing had him absolutely throbbing, utterly pounding, aching, dripping on his own smeared abs, no matter how thoroughly she'd already drained him. He was horny as hell for the hyena devouring him. The only question was whether he could allow himself the time to actually enjoy it.

"You're taking some time to recharge and be part of me," she told him in a deep, yet reassuring tone with a tap atop his cool nose.. "I'm going to cover for you, and everything's going to be fine."

"But ... for how long -" he began, then finally managed to stop himself. That part was up to her, as it should have been. With a deep breath, he finally sighed. "You're probably right."

"I know I'm right. Now come here so I can digest you."

That was when the excitement finally took over. He wiggled into her embrace, letting her grab him under the arms while she so easily hefted him up. As big as he might have been, she was simply so much bigger. His head fit easily between her lips. She didn't even have to stretch her jaws to fit him inside. Slathering him up in heavy layers of hyena spit while she slurped all over his features, she didn't make sure he knew how tasty he was. That mmmmm resonating all around his skull, followed by a little shudder of horny laughter told him she was going to enjoy him. That was what mattered most to him.

Soon she shifted her grip down to hold him by the ass, squeezing tight while she started shoving him straight towards the slick, slimy darkness that awaited within her. He gasped when he felt her gullet grip his muzzle. He could feel the potent hunger rumbling through her entire body. Had she skipped lunch in anticipation of this? He'd seen how much she could eat. A doggy like him was hardly even going to slow her down. Knowing such a powerful being desired him in such a carnal, primal way was the kind of thing that had him thoroughly soaking her taut abs and then her breasts in the precum utterly shooting from his knotted dick while she ate him whole.

Her breath was sweet, though things got all the hotter and more humid the deeper she took him. He bulged down her gullet while it gripped him, kneading him down with every heavy gulp squishing around his features. His shoulders brushed along her girthy back teeth as he slipped inside, sliding along the tips of those bonecrushers. For all the bite force in her skull, the most she gave him was a nibble on the spine as she eased down his back, constantly swallowing and shoving. Her drool poured down his chest while she feasted on him, urging him along as quickly as she could get him down. Maybe she wanted to be absolutely sure he wouldn't get away to do any more work.

When she had enough of him inside her to tilt her head back towards the ceiling, he gave a brief flail of his legs. Partly for how disorienting it felt to have his sense of gravity shift in the darkness of her throat like that, and partly for how good it felt to have his squirming overpowered by her hungry grasp. There was no wiggling out of that. She wanted him, and she was going to have him, playfully chomping at his lower back like she was giving him some sort of toothy chiropractic treatment all the way down. When she got his nub-tailed ass framed between her teeth she made sure to give it a little nibble, not to mention a solid spank before it was gone.

There the hyena stood in her office, naked, dripping, a pair of muscular dobie legs sticking out of her jaws. Tristan touched down snout-first in her belly, grateful for her apparent fasting before his arrival. It was hot, it was slimy, but it was empty. That meant it quickly clamped up around him in welcome, already churning and squeezing on his face before he was even fully swallowed. She licked along his thighs, cleaning the sweat and other juices from his fur while she thrust him down her throat with a hand fixed firmly on the pads of his paws. She wasn't waiting to get him inside, not when her belly was rumbling that much for dog meat.

A toss of her head and another final, mighty glurk of a swallow was enough to send him slipping and sliding into the steaming confines of her stretched belly. He was big enough to make for a big, round bulge of prey inside her, pushing out beneath her abs, jiggling as he settled down at last. One more long slide and he was gone, fully tucked inside the hyena who had taught him so much. For all he'd learned under her tutelage, for all the knowledge they shared, the breakthroughs they had together, she was still so much bigger and stronger than him. She could eat him whenever she wanted, and he loved that.

A raucous slap to her prey-stuffed gut made Tristan yelp inside her. The walls were really squeezing, pressing into his muscles so firmly he was already starting to feel numb. That was probably for the best given she was already soaking him in some hissing fluids that were hellbent on dissolving him into something more easily absorbed into her spotty bulk. She stretched, she flexed, and then she spread her arms wide like an opera singer so she could belt out a huge, crass, wet URRRRALLP that shook the very windows of that cozy university office.

"Oh, that feels fucking good. Sara's gonna be proud of me," Kijana huffed with a lick over her Tristan-flavoured chops once she settled down a little.

Which wasn't to say she was calm. Eating someone was every bit as exciting as fucking their brains out. It wasn't long before the huge hyena was sprawled out in Tristan's own chair, her meaty paws up on his desk while her belly started making some serious noise. Maybe she didn't do that kind of thing often, but she was a hyena. Her gut could handle anything, and anyone. It was going to make short work of Tristan for how aggressively it was already churning him, clamping inwards to highlight the grooves of his muscles in that tight, squishy embrace.

Kijana stroked over him as if to calm him down even while she jerked at her cock with the other hand. A few sharp snickers of pleasure escaped her while she got off on the feeling of digesting him. He could feel those muscles flexing and tightening as the pleasure rose. Most other sensations were numbing out by then. He could hear the hiss of those ultra-potent acids going to work on him, but at most it tingled before he stopped feeling it entirely. It all made him sleepy, rocking him towards slumber with every heavy glorp.

"Now. Rest. You're going to spend some time on me, and you're going to enjoy it," Kijana told him between grunts.

She'd already slathered her fingers up in how much pre she was spitting. The slowly shrinking bulge of faintly squirming canine served to make her balls feel heavier while she rapidly absorbed all that extra protein. Running her fingers along the outline of the dog as it grew less and less distinct with every gurgle, she clenched her teeth in bliss. It was all she could do to keep from breaking into a full cackle. There was no stopping it, only delaying it, ensuring Tristan heard the hyena's hysterics echoing out even over the heavy slosh and blorp of his own digestion.

It finally occurred to him, stewing there in Kijana's digestive acids, how long it had been since he'd allowed himself to just take a moment. He sighed, slumping down, ceasing his squirming but for the occasional involuntary twitch as his body weakened under the constant hiss and sizzle of getting melted into goop. She'd taken the choice away from him because he needed it. She always knew best. What started as a great, round bulge beneath the hyena's breasts was smoothing and shrinking in her grasp while her cock throbbed away beneath her prey-stuffed gut. The shapes and contours of the dobie in her belly were vanishing in favour of rounding out entirely as Tristan faded into acceptance of his temporary fate.

Kijana belched again, really not caring how crass she was being. Tristan could barely hear anything anymore. There was the constant rumble, the squish and squelch of his surroundings, along with the resonating thump of her excited heartbeat and breathing. Even those went silent in time, and not because they grew any less vigorous. She sapped the energy from him and melted him into something nice and sludged to absorb in her intestines, bones and all. Everything he was, his strong body, his learned mind, was all hers for a while. He was going to make her even bigger.

With that bulge little more than a slight swell and the aggressive gurgling settling into a steady hum of digestion, Tristan finally stopped moving. Not thinking, though. She wasn't about to let him blank out without knowing precisely what had happened to him. While she claimed him, she stroked herself, and he could feel all those lovely places she was distributing him. Some of him went to thicken out her arms and shoulder muscles, really bulking her out. Those sturdy thighs got thicker too, and not with much fat. She had the uncanny ability to digest someone into muscular heft rather than pudge - though there was still some extra softness on her middle and her ass lingering even after she'd almost fully processed him.

Another slurp of her chops, and an extended yawn allowed the hyena to stretch out and bask in the afterglow that came with finishing someone off with her belly. For someone who didn't do that kind of thing often, she was frightfully efficient about turning a whole person into part of her powerful body. She rose to her paws, turned to a nearby window for lack of a proper mirror, turning and admiring all the added bulk he'd provided after a thorough melting and siphoning.

"Still with me, Tristan? Of course you are. We're going to have some fun this week. I'll share you around."

He was entirely helpless to stop her from teasing him as much as she liked, anytime she liked. Running her hands down her hips, she made sure he felt every touch, every grope and squeeze while she admired the extra weight she made of him. For all his size, all his strength, he'd been so easily churned and absorbed by the bigger, stronger hyena. He could feel himself distributed onto her bulky thighs and arms alike, and he felt the same tingle of excitement she did when she ran her fingers along her thick, dark shaft. A cup of her weighty balls revealed just how much extra cum he'd help her produce, filling them up to a taut, sagging, swaying size.

"I'm sure Sara will enjoy sucking down the spunk you helped me make," she snickered as she jostled around her heavy, bloated nuts. After that, her tone finally softened. "Now. Enjoy being me for a while. I know how much you fucking love it. You can come back on Monday. If I decide you've rested enough."

She spoke to him like a pet who needed disciplining. Maybe he did. His fate was entirely in her hands now. Of course, he trusted her to know exactly what he needed. He was going to be on her curves, on her muscles. When she pinned someone down with those powerful arms, he was going to help her. When she stuffed someone full of fat hyena cock, he was going to make her even more productive.

Hell, even when she was just sitting back and getting work done, he was going to ensure her ass was extra cushy and comfortable. Her sensations were his own, and his thoughts were all he had. A prisoner on her body perhaps, but he could hardly think of a more gorgeous spotty titan to be part of for a good, long while, until she decided he'd been enough of a good boy to earn the privilege of having own body again.