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Sally gasps, her tongue rolled out, a sticky mix of precum and spit bridge between herself and Antoine's body as she takes deep, gasping, groaning breaths, her eyes generally unfocused with one slightly more open than the other.

"I'm your mate, oui?" Antoine asks, loosening his grip on her and sliding his palm down over her cheek. "Then perhaps we should be doing the mating instead of this foreplay?"

Sally swallows a lump in her throat, her mouth not as gaping but still gulping down big breaths as her heart flutters in her chest.

"Then, let us mate!" The soldier says, squatting down and scooping her up, carrying her with his hands gripping possessively. He leans into her, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek before he climbs onto the bed, plops himself down upon it, kicks off his boots, and leans back.

Sally blinks a moment, confused, but soon smirks, shifting to straddle the coyote. "Oh, I see," she growls, her hands sliding down his shoulders. "That's how you want it."

"You are forever my fearless leader," he sighs.

"Just be glad I like to take the lead," she purrs. So she grinds up against that pole, biting her lip as she watches his length twitch and rubs over her, feeling the toughness and the warmth against her fur and her fur tickling the sensitive flesh of that coyote cock. "Mmmgh... this time, you won't let go. That's an order. I escaped you before, but not this time. This time... we breed!"

Sally slips her wet and wanting lips up along that poll and immediately gobbles up that cock, letting that sword sheathe itself into her snatch. She rolls her lips with her teeth, leaning forward to watch the man eye-to-eye. Her hips then start to move, bouncing up and down along that pole, sinking deeper with each thrust as she stares at him with manic delight.

Antoine watches her, fully transformed now from that princess he always knew into something completely animal, and yet something still wholly her. He takes a deep breath and reaches up, gripping her hips, helping to direct her as she pounds against him, his cock tilting this way and that as her awkward dance upon him beats him against the soft cushion of the bed.

"Such ... such strength... tuh... tenacity...!" he sighs. "Mon dieu... this is... this is!"

"S... shut up!" she groans, "and fuck me, you stud!" She says this, grabbing his cheeks and leaning in, forehead to forehead, as she rides him, slicking that cock deep into her, feeling it spread and stretch her insides.

Mm... mmm!" he responds, squeezing her tighter as he thrusts up against her, the two slamming together at the same time, clapping their bodies together in the ancient rhythm as they had done back in that cave. It felt like so long ago, yet they are together here as if they had never left. No, it is more than that. They have left the cave. They have surpassed the drug of the flower and instead revel in it, letting it waft all around them as their bodies and souls become one.

"A... aaann...t...waaan..." Sally speaks with her head lowered, where he cannot see her face, but she doesn't need to see her face. She can smell the lust wafting up. He can hear her need.

He grunts in response, not wanting to break his vow to her at the start of his dance, but listens intently as his manhood swells, wanting to go farther. His steadfast dedication to her kept it from going too far.

"I wan.... an...t" she groans.

"Yes?" He finally breaks his oath.

She snaps to look at him, her eyes filled with desire and something else. Is it love? No, can't be. This is some pre-love urge that all sexual beings have. "I want you to... to knot me, Antoine, and I want you to never, ever look back!"

That is all he needs to spur himself toward the crescendo of their composition. He grips his knees against her waist and, with his military training, flips her over onto the bed, her back slamming against the mattress. He stares at her with his unfocused gaze, his teeth bared in a possessive growl. In the spin, his cock has slipped out, but no more, for it is red and throbbing, and already he can feel the desire for it to lock into her and never let go.

And before he goes in for the final assault, he throws his head back and announces his intentions with a loud, long, and needy howl that breaks through the palace and out into the night!

With that canine declaration, all pretenses were instantly shattered. Throughout the palace and even a few city blocks beyond, the word was spreading of something happening in the castle. The guards look at one another but remember the explicit instructions of the princess. "I have a top-secret meeting tonight. Do not bother me under any circumstances, no matter what you see or hear."

And if they were to listen anymore, they would hear and see so much more.

Sally lays on the bed, her eyes practically filled with lust and love as her face contorts into a grin of pure erotic delight. Her stomach bulges as each thrust of Antoine's coyote cock fills her deeper and deeper, fulfilling that heat-filled need that every Mobian woman deals with.

And with each of Antoine's mighty masculine thrusts, Sally can feel the exact thing she's been hoping for this entire time. Slowly, the base of his cock swells, getting larger and larger, spreading out at the entrance of her womanhood. With each thrust, his length gets less deep inside her. With each grunt, his actions are quick jabs than gigantic pushes. With each moment, the two of them become ever closer to just becoming one!