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Freya couldn't remember the last time the woods seemed so peaceful. It was hard to fathom that only days ago, the world itself was at risk of destruction, the very fate of Gaia in her, Zidane, and everyone else's hands. But now, with Kuja and Necron defeated, the urgency of their quest and the weight of saving the world off their shoulders, the resulting tranquility seemed almost unreal. She heard the clashing of swords and shouting voices from random quarrelers, but it was so trivial to the Burmecian knight. Traveling through the forest, the dragoon could finally relax, enjoying the sprawling land dense with hills, rocks, and trees, breathe in the fresh air, and take comfort in the serene beauty of the world she helped save. Unfortunately, her reverie would not go uninterrupted.

She let out a soft gasp as her body tightened up, leaning against a nearby tree as she fought to drive away the growing urges inside her. She closed her eyes and clenched her paw, moaning softly as an intense warmth spread to her nether regions, her ass and groin burning with lust in a biological cycle the rat felt cursed with. All members of her kind were subject to this physiological effect, but for Freya the issue was a bit more complicated. During her quest to defeat Queen Brahne, and later Kuja, Freya had entered her heat cycle, much to her chagrin. Given the severity of her task though, she suppressed her urges, focusing all her attention on the war and her ultimate objective. But once the adventure was complete and the war was over, she no longer had cause to stave off her growing desires and as time went on she began to lose the ability as well.

Before, she could feel the growing heat in her privates or react to the alluring scent of a male, which was easy enough for her to dismiss. Now, her crotch and backside remained in a constant state of heat with the intensity exploding several times a day and requiring more and more effort to suppress her instincts. She was still a week's travel from Burmecia where she would finally get to settle down and try to rekindle the romance with her lost love, Sir Fratley. Given his amnesia, she knew, if he would be with her, they'd have to develop a whole new relationship, but for her love she'd wait as long as it took. However, her current plight made her singularly focused on getting back to him so they could solve her current problem together. At the moment though, given the severity of her current state, the normally calm and composed dragon knight was worried she wouldn't make it in time before her estrus took control and she'd force the issue onto some unsuspecting and unwilling stranger.

“Mmm,” she moaned, passing a paw up under her red coat and in between her thigh and crotch, rubbing the warm flesh underneath the short pants and long leggings hiding her hungry cunt. “Ch- I need to get this taken care of soon. Ugh, I hope I have the willpower to make it home.” She looked up and saw the outline of the mountainous region surrounding the forest, espying the general direction of her home city. “Shouldn't be but a week at the most. Just have to- *grunt* hold on 'til then.”

The burning heat faded from her groin and she let out a contented sigh, removing her paw from her crotch. She took a deep breath and continued walking, the warmth diminishing, but not fully receding. With her spear in hand, she quickened her pace, eager to relieve her growing impulses.

As her thoughts wandered continuously to her return and reunion with Sir Fratley, she came upon a small town and stopped. She wondered whether or not it would be wise to engage with any locals given her condition, but her wares were running low and the thought of a hot meal prepared in a kitchen rather than over a fire was tempting. She took a moment to evaluate her current state and her heat seamed to be burning low at the moment, so she decided to take a short break.

She walked into town, spotting an inn, several houses, a few stores, and a nearby tavern. There were numerous individuals on the street at the moment, farmers, metal workers, street vendors, and would-be adventurers. Men, women, and children walking about, playing with swords and staves, unaware of how close they were to annihilation. She caught the scents of several denizens, both men and women, making her nervous at the potential effect. While their individual smells certainly aroused her biological urges, especially the men, she was able to maintain her composure and keep her heat relatively mild.

She breathed a sigh of relief and made her way into the tavern, the building fairly empty, though given the time of day that seemed reasonable. Freya sat down at a table, leaning her spear next to her, gauging the few people populating the establishment.

A serving girl came by quickly to greet her. “Good morning.” Her voice was soft and low, appropriate for her young age.

Freya looked up at her. “Good morning,” she replied smiling amicably. Having a female to serve her was a relief as the scent of women didn't have the same effect on her as men. Her calm and friendly demeanor was a welcome experience and helped keep the Burmecian calm and rational. Around her the other townspeople, few as they were, spoke quietly among themselves and despite her well-developed ears, she had difficulty parsing their conversations. The placid ambiance of the tavern was exactly what the murine knight needed.

“That's an impressive spear. You must be a great warrior to wield it.”

Freya eyed the weapon she carried. “Thank you. I have had much practice throughout my life to hone my skill.”

“I'll bet it's seen a lot of action, huh?”

Freya scoffed. “Yes, more than I'd like.”

“We've had a lot of Burmecian's come through our little town ever since the war. I'm sorry to hear about Cleyra. The Queen-”

The serving girl stopped before she said something she might regret, but Freya put her mind at ease as she smiled and bowed her head. “Thank you, but there's nothing to be sorry for. What happened at Cleyra was horrible, but the war is over now. I am returning home to Burmecia where my people can begin to rebuild our lives.”

The girl smiled and nodded. “Well, I'd love to help you keep strong and true for your journey home. We have sausage, bratwurst, chicken, mutton... we have carp, salmon, pheasant-”

Freya held up a clawed paw, “Actually, if it's not much trouble, do you have any stew?”

The girl nodded. “Of course. And I've personally baked a pan of delicious loafs to go with it.”

Freya smiled. “That would be wonderful. Thank you.”

The serving girl left to get the Burmecian's meal, leaving Freya to sit and revel in the most serene she's felt in a while. During her conversation with the young lady, Freya didn't even register the perpetual heat radiating from her groin. It wasn't until she walked away and the thought of Cleyra's destruction, an event which admittedly she still carried a bit of anger for, that she was reminded of the warmth between her legs.

When she brought her food, the Burmecian was able to eat with a peaceful mind. Overtly satisfied, she dropped several coins on the table for the food and a little extra for the server. As she left, a group of villagers came in, passing her by and casting glances at her and her spear. She caught their scent and reactions, some showing fear, others interest, but it was then that the smell of men was once again beginning to ignite her growing heat and she hurried past them and out of the tavern quickly.

Before leaving town, she needed more supplies, particularly food stuffs, as well as a potential calming agent to suppress her estrus for at least a week until she was home with her own kind. She bought some vegetables from a local street vendor, several sausage links from a butcher, and finally stopped in a potion shop to see what she could procure to alleviate her current dilemma. Most of the ones she found were used for pain, wounds, and poisons, typical adventurer fare. She spoke to the shop owner, concocting a story of how a friend of hers breeds livestock and wishes to keep her animals from going into season too soon. The shop keep, eyeing Freya suspiciously, produced a tincture she said would stop a behemoth from getting horny, or a rat if she were so inclined. Freya felt a twinge of embarrassment, worried the shop owner might've figured out the Burmecian's motive, but the murine dragoon maintained her demeanor.

Freya paid for the potion, hoping desperately it would inhibit her urges if only for the next several days. Before she could leave, a local blacksmith entered the store to strike up a conversation with the owner. Freya's mind instantly drifted, catching nothing of what the large, brawny man was saying. Instead, her focus was dictated by what her nose detected once the man passed her by. Laboring in the confined space of a metal forge, smelting, hammering, and grinding, all that physical exertion inducing physical effects that were noticeable even to humans.

He was sweating profusely, his body glistening with a large covering of body hair, visible as he wore a pair of overalls with suspenders and nothing else covering his torso. Less obvious to humans was his scent which, while subdued, was easily detectable to the anthro rodent. Even less obvious were the countless pheromones wafting from his body, his musky odor cascading along her sensitive nostrils and exciting her hypothalamus. His aroma immediately sent the warmth of her heat into boiling and her crotch exploded with lustful sensations. After going so long remaining cool and collected, one man was able to undo her composure and send her into a heightened state of arousal.

She clenched her clawed paws, ground her teeth, and scrunched up her face as her brain went fuzzy with sexual instinct. Suddenly, her thoughts were no longer of home and Sir Fratley, but stripping nude in that potion shop, tearing off that man's pants, and sliding his dick as far inside her as it would fit.

“Are you all right, ma'am?” the shopkeeper asked.

Freya stared back, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead fur. “I'm... I-” She stammered a moment before clearing her head long enough to drop coins onto the counter, grab the tincture, and run out of the shop. She raced out of town as fast as she could, eager to escape anymore distractions. She realized then that the only way she'd make it home without any incidents would be to avoid any other settlements or travelers. She knew should she happen upon another strong, studly, virile young male she'd likely lose control completely and ravage him without mercy. Though it would stand to reason that he may actually like it, she didn't want to risk hurting an unwilling person. So, she veered off the trail and made her way into the woods, avoiding contact with anyone until she reached Burmecia.

She didn't get far before taking a droplet of the tincture she'd bought. After a moment wondering if it would take effect, considering taking another drop, she soon felt the heat in her nethers dissipate, her crotch, ass, stomach, and mind relaxing at the soothing sensation spreading through her body. She felt content, convinced she'd make it home safely and without anymore issues. After a few hours, reality struck again. After the tincture wore off, the heat came back worse, stronger and more aggressive, causing muscle aches and shakiness. She tried taking another drop and again the heat wore off, but came back with a vengeance. She tried taking two drops the next time, but it didn't matter and she found herself on all fours, growling, drooling, eager for sexual release.

Three days passed and she'd stopped dosing on the tincture, the concoction obviously doing more harm than good. She'd acquiesced to the fact that she'd have no choice but to suffer through the harsh effects of her worsening estrus, though this was becoming near impossible. She'd barely slept, her groin pulsating with lust which she tried to sate herself, but her fingers could only do so much. She needed cock and without it she would succumb to a feral state, a mindless animal bent on fucking whoever she came across to expunge her carnal hunger.

She knew she was a few days travel to her home, but with her heat worsening, she was moving more slowly and it would take even longer to get there. She was beginning to regret not propositioning the blacksmith back in town when she had the chance. She was anxious to settle her estrus with one of her own kind, but now all she could think about was large, muscular, sweaty men with even the faintest hint of body hair. It wasn't a full fur coat like a Burmecian's, but it was close enough.

The sun was descending over the horizon and dusk would be upon her soon enough for yet another sleepless night of perpetual horniness. As the light began to fade, however, she noticed an unnatural glow coming from within the woods. Curious, she slowly approached the area surrounding the source. She peered through the trees to discover a small fire had been started and sitting on a log in front of it was a human male. From a distance, she could make out that he was wearing a thin, linen tunic and a pair of short-legged slacks, held together by a thick belt.

Even from so far away, with her enhanced senses, she could make out his smell among the plants, the fire, and even the boar meat he had roasted. Her privates burned and tingled with lust, though she had conflicting feelings about this discovery. On the one hand, she'd found a potential mate who could assist her with her situation. On the other hand, she still could barely stand still without moaning or dry-humping the air. It was then she remembered the tincture which she pulled from her pocket. Originally willing to discard it, she decided to keep it in case someone else could find use of it. Now, however, she realized just how fortunate she was to not have forsaken that potion.

With a single drop, she'd be able to compose herself long enough to make the proposition and hope with all her being that he accepted. There was a potential drawback though, as the solution had the unfortunate side effect of lasting only a couple of hours and then wearing off to increased negative estrus effects. This meant that, should she take the tincture, she'd be lucid and cognitive enough to converse with this stranger and explain her situation, but should he refuse, it could turn into a very awkward encounter.

A burst of flaming seductive desire in her dripping cooch incentivized Freya to try it anyway, since she saw no better option. She took a drop of the tincture, taking a moment for the effects to manifest, feeling her groin and ass cooling to tolerable levels. She realized then that she was sweating, her fur a bit damp, though there was nothing she could do about that. Holding her spear tightly, she walked over to the lonely human, practicing the conversation in her head.

The man was surrounded by brush and even if she wanted to sneak up on him, it'd be nearly impossible, but that wasn't her intention. She wanted him to trust her, so as she approached, she moved through branches and stepped on sticks with the intent of getting his attention. The human heard the stranger approaching and stood from his log, cooked boar dropping from hand to ground as he grabbed a sheathed sword lying against the log. He held the sheath in one hand and the hilt in the other, pulling the weapon out slightly.

“Who goes there?” he asked loudly, voice authoritative and mildly threatening.

Freya had gotten his attention. Now it was time to see how trusting he could be. She stepped out from the trees and into the light, holding up one hand defensively while the spear hand held the weapon off to the side. “Please, do not fret, good sir. I mean no harm.”

The human looked on with surprise, his sword primed to be drawn. “A Burmecian? What are you doing out here in the woods all alone?”

I could ask you the same thing, she wanted to say, but held her tongue. “I set out from my home some time ago and am now returning. I wished to explore the land around my home when I came across your camp.” The human kept his stance, not drawing but not releasing his weapon. Freya needed to calm his mind, so she inverted her spear and stabbed it into the ground, leaving her without weapon. She held up both paws and took a couple steps forward. She placed her paws together and bowed. “My name is Freya Crescent. I am a dragon knight of Burmecia.”

The human stayed motionless a moment before stating, “Matt.” He fully sheathed his sword and placed it back down as Freya stood up and smiled at the solitary primate. “This close to Burmecia, I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find Burmecians around here.”

Freya chuckled. “You were being cautious. I would do the same were I in your position.”

This human, while not the tallest person she'd met, still had a height advantage over most of his kin, but even then still couldn't compare to the murine dragoon. She stood a full head taller than him, dwarfing him in stature. Up close, she got more details of this man named Matt, well-aged, but not old, slight scruff on his chin and a collar on his neck with an azure jewel in the middle. The sheath of his sword was made of steel, but lined with down feathers and encrusted with small crystals near the base. His hair was short save for a small braid going down just past his left shoulder. It was hard to discern his build with his tunic on, but she could tell he wasn't lithe but also not burly. And though her heat was subdued for the moment, her sense of smell was just as elevated and the scent of this man was driving her nuts. He smelled delicious and she wanted nothing more than to pounce him, rip of his clothes, and take every ounce of his male essence that he could possibly give. She was hoping more and more now that he'd accept her proposal.

He sat back down and picked up his slice of meat to finish his meal, motioning to a spot next to him. “Care to have a seat?”

“Why, yes, thank you.” She motioned to her spear. “Do you mind?” He shook his head and bit into the charred boar. Freya grabbed her spear and walked over to him, placing the instrument up against the log like his sword, and sat down next to him, her tail hanging off the back.

Matt's eyes darted to her posterior appendage with an interested expression, though she couldn't be sure it meant anything important. As he finished off the last of his meal, he began inquiring about the towering rat before him. “So, you left your home a while back, huh. Did you know about the attack?”

“You mean on my home? Yes, I am aware.” She was tempted to inform him that she fought against the ones responsible, but decided instead not to dredge up too many unnecessary details. “With Burmecia broken and Cleyra destroyed, my kind will need as many people to help rebuild it. Hopefully, I'll be of some use.”

“Well, I would think a knight would certainly be welcome when rebuilding a city.” He finished off the cooked meat and drank from a nearby cask. There was no scent, so Freya assumed he was drinking water. “I have to admit, that is one impressive weapon you're carrying. Would you mind if I took a closer look?”

“Not at all,” the rodent warrior said, grabbing the spear and handing it to Matt.

He took it and held it in both hands, testing the weight before his eyes opened in surprise. “Whoa! This is kinda heavy. Man, this seems rather unwieldy. You actually fight with this thing?”

Freya chuckled. “All dragoons learn to fight with spears and lances. It's our traditional weapon.”

Matt looked on impressed. “Well, maybe with practice I'd be able to best an opponent, but right now I gotta say I feel like a novice adventurer holding this.”

He handed the weapon back to Freya who raised an eyebrow at his last statement. “An adventurer, you say.”

“Yes, I am. I've traveled all over the country, from Lindblum to Alexandria. I've fought against goblins, bombs, giant men of iron, serpents, I've even battled a dragon.”

Freya was taken aback. “A dragon? Really?”

He nodded. “Though, I must humble myself and say that last one wasn't to the death. It attacked and I was able to fend it off and escape, but before retreating I managed to slice right through one of the creature's eyes.” Freya grinned, fascinated at the man's story. “But it was worth it.” He picked up his sword and pulled it from its sheath, holding it out lengthwise so the Burmecian could get a better look. The weapon was a long sword and had a diamond encrusted in the hilt and the guard was made of gold. However, Freya had taken note of another aspect of the item, the metal. It looked like bronze, but it wasn't nor was it iron or regular steel.

She reached out for it. “May I?” Matt nodded. She took the blade and held it in her hands, surveying it carefully, running her hands along the length. She knew then what she had. “Is this orichalcum?” He nodded. She grinned wider, the blade was smooth and warm and sharp as any she'd held.

“The cave I ventured into had a deposit of ore and I decided to liberate some from the tunnels. A large ice dragon tried to stop me, but I felt this metal was far too valuable to be squandered, buried in some dirty cave.”

Freya continued to inspect the magnificent tool, the human she'd hoped to wrest a simple lay from providing ample enjoyment and distraction to a disquieted Burmecian. As she handed the human's weapon back to him, she suddenly felt an emptiness claw it's way into her stomach and her privates once again erupted into a violent heat of estrus. She let go of the sword and as one paw went to hold her stomach, the other involuntarily shot to her crotch, cupping her wet and hot pussy as it hungered ravenously for cock.

“Rrrr!” she groaned loudly, Matt shuffling to the side, nervous as the rat beside him burst into cries of passion.

“Whoa! What's wrong?”

Freya's mind was focused on the burning sensation of raging sexual tension, the tincture no longer quelling her estrus. It was only after the warmth fizzled a bit that the Burmecian realized she was holding her crotch and as she spotted Matt eyeing her with confusion she became flush with embarrassment. She looked away, moving her hand away from her vagina, and stammered as she tried to explain herself. “Oh... uh... I- It's just...”

She was hoping to gently ease him into the knowledge of her predicament, but after what just happened that seemed impossible. He looked like he wanted to run and stayed simply out of stunned bewilderment. Sighing, she relaxed her body and slumped forward. “Alright, I was hoping to take a little more time to do this calmly and not straight up shock you with my plight. However, it seems I don't have much time left and I need to get this out.”

She stared him in the eyes as he furrowed a brow. “The journey I was on was a very important one, one that could not be forestalled. I knew the importance and put my personal issues aside until I'd settled my goal. Unfortunately, during this time I entered a certain state, a state that we've inherited from our feral ancestors that we did not evolve away from. I... … … I went into heat.”

“What? So, like with a cat or dog, you-” Matt didn't finish, but Freya knew that he knew what she meant. She simply nodded with shame. “Damn! That seems... inconvenient.”

“Extensively. You see, though we've gained sentience, our biology prevents us from reproducing whenever we want and thus the females of our kind enter estrus to let ourselves and our brothers know when we can bear offspring. Normally, this is not a problem. It's pretty obvious when we enter heat and we can put it off for days, weeks even without any adverse side effects. The problem is that this mission lasted for several weeks, going on longer than normal between the time a Burmecian begins her heat cycle and finds a mate to alleviate it. I knew the mission came first, so I decided not to act on it, suppressing it until the mission was done. But now that the mission is over, I have nothing distracting me from my current state. The mission itself ended weeks ago and as time goes on, the effects of the heat get more and more pronounced.

“I'm guessing you don't know much about Burmecian biology. You see, for us, if the heat cycle isn't tended to, it doesn't just go away. Estrus is like a call to return to our feral state, an instinctual drive that slowly represses the evolved, conscientious mind. The longer it lasts, the more it wins out at inhibiting our cognitive faculties. It takes a long time and it rarely goes this far, but if it does, if we don't find a mate, then the heat completely takes over our mind. We become feral, unthinking, driven solely by our unrestrained sexual ardor. It's-”

She moaned loudly, another blast of heat in her crotch causing her to tense up, Matt looking on with concern. She was breathing heavily and sweating again, her fur starting to show signs of turning damp. Freya's expression changed then, no longer ashamed of her condition, but enjoying the manipulative lust. She reached down between her legs again, cupping her crotch, her pants a barrier she was ready to remove. She moaned again, this time softly, before staring at Matt with lascivious intent. This time, the human looked concerned.

“It's like a volcano in my cunt.” She pressed her paw further underneath her seat. “In my ass.” She brought her paw back and felt herself up her stomach and to her chest, fondling her breasts under her escutcheon. “All throughout my body. I'm completely guided by lust, by erotic feelings, by untamed bestial yearnings.” Freya didn't notice, but Matt's hands were covering his crotch, the Burmecian's display unexpectedly arousing. “I can think of nothing but finding a male, running my tongue along his skin, and shoving his thick, juicy dick inside me and filling me with his seed.”

She shuddered and Matt flinched slightly in response as she continued to feel herself up. “Oh. Soooo... you're returning home to find someone to... churn butter with.” She nodded, moaning. “Do you already... have a mate picked out? Is that why it's taking so long to take care of this? You need to find your mate.”

“Mm, I do have someone back home, someone I love unconditionally, but... well, let's just say our relationship is... being rediscovered, so to speak. I was hoping he would be the one to end this nightmare, or if nothing else, I was hoping to reach Burmecia so that I would be with my people. However- Grr!” She grit her teeth and stood up, again holding her burning vulva, her tail raising behind her and twitching wildly. Matt stood as well, nervous about what his new acquaintance might do. She calmed down again, lowering her tail and gazing back at Matt with a pleading look. “I know I won't make it back in time. It's still a few days without my body aching for cock. I can tell you now I don't have much time, so I was hoping that I could find a mate quickly. Fortunately, my mate doesn't have to be Burmecian.”

Matt took pause at what Freya said, the female rodent simply staring back at him, waiting for the revelation to hit. It did and Matt stammered back as he realized what she was asking of him. “Wh- WHAT?! You want... me.”

“I admit, it's not traditional, but my body knows what it wants and right now, it wants you. You, Matt the adventurer who battled a dragon. You, who braved the dangers of the world to gather ore to forge magnificent metal. Surely, you can handle the advances of a randy rat lady lusting after your cock.”

Matt looked completely dumbfounded, saying nothing for a minute. Freya started to worry that the awkwardness she'd feared before might come about, but soon Matt smirked and chuckled, lightening Freya's concerns. “I have to admit, when I came out into the woods, the last thing I expected to find was a Burmecian knight who wanted me to fuck her brains out.” The phrasing sent another burst of sensual ardor through her nethers, his scent getting stronger and more alluring. “I know most people would find the idea of sex with one of your kind weird, intimidating, or even unthinkable. But you're right, I am an adventurer. I seek out new adventures and meet any and all challenges. And I'll admit, I find the idea intriguing, even a bit... enticing. I never thought I'd have sex with someone who wasn't human before, but... I might be able to help you out.”

Freya chuckled. “Well, I hope you mean it. And I have to be honest, you should be more certain because if I lose control of my heat, I'll go completely feral and will attempt to mate without whoever's nearby. So, whether you want to or not, if you're still here, it won't be a choice anymore. Your cock will belong to me. You may think you can fight, but trust me I will do whatever it takes to milk you dry.”

Matt had a stunned expression, the idea of being dominated by the anthropomorphic rat making his pants shrink that much more. “Well, I've had pushy women in the past, but I've never been physically dominated by a woman before. That sounds... kinda hot.”

Freya was starting to pant now. “If you're sure, then we need to start now. I need you.. I need you so bad.”

Freya was hunched over, one paw on the log to keep from falling over, her other paw gripping her chest, her amorous instincts causing her heart to palpitate. Matt, seeing the distress she was in from her condition, said nothing and seemed to decide then that he would take action to assist her in her needs. He stepped up to her slowly, going for the gentleman approach, gripping her chin and lightly lifting her head until they were staring each other in the eye. Panting, mouth agape, and fur glistening from perspiration as her body heat rose, Freya stood fast as Matt slowly planted a kiss on her muzzle. Their lips connected and soon the Burmecian's troubles faded away at the touch of this man's tender kiss. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, his mouth opening and his tongue sliding out and delving into hers.

The soft touch of his wet appendage invading her maw caused an intense surge of erotic excitement that sent her over the edge. With Matt's nonverbal consent to her proposition, the rodent, having spent months repressing her most insurmountable impulses, finally let loose. Letting go of her inhibitions, Freya gave in to her estrus, her groin burning with lust that would take command of her every action for the next couple hours. Her heart raced, her stomach fluttered, and her brain went haywire with carnal abandon. The Burmecian knight lunged into Matt, surprising the human as she easily tackled him to the ground, pressing her body down against his, straddling his waist, and holding his arms down.

Matt looked up in shock, trying desperately to move, but the rat's strength was more formidable than he imagined. Her own long tongue darted out from her muzzle, snaking inside his and exploring the inner sanctum of his mouth. The sensual act put the human at ease and he relaxed into her hold, letting her dominate him as she owned the situation. She moaned into the kiss, the sounds of slurping as they exchanged saliva in a heated act of passion. Her paws left Matt's arms and traveled down to his torso, one paw cupping him under the small of his back with the other holding his head.

With his hands free, Matt grabbed a hold of her and held the knight in an embrace, getting his first impression of the murine lady's physique and he was immediately impressed. Her body was tough, bumps to indicate her musculature well defined even under the thick, red coat she still donned. Desiring a more intimate view, he reached up and grabbed her cap and gingerly tossed it aside. Freya didn't seem to notice as she continued sucking Matt's lips, and so he proceeded to unbuckle the clasp holding up the escutcheon on her chest. With that loose, he removed the emblem and tossed that to the side and at that point Freya assisted Matt by stripping off the thick, red garment and discarding it, all without breaking her lips from his. Finally, she easily removed the blue cravat from her neck and tossed it, leaving her naked from the waist up.

It was her turn then to see more skin from the human below, so her paws wandered down to the belt around his waist and unclasped it. She pulled the belt apart and reached under his tunic, lifting it up along his torso. Though frisky and enjoying the feel of their tongues invading each other's mouths, she wanted to get a look at his body, so they broke the kiss and she pulled the garment over Matt's head. He followed her lead, holding his arms above his head to allow her to fully strip him of his tunic. She tossed the linen aside along with the rest of their clothes so that both could ogle the other's natural state.

Freya held herself up as Matt caught view of his first Burmecian partner and his expression reflected his sense of amazement at her magnificent physique. Her body was completely covered in short, white fur that was damp from sweat, small beads of perspiration now starting to form at the tips of matted fur. Despite the fur coat, her entire body seemed to be made of muscle and her unusual strength was easily justified. She was thin, but every muscle in her arms was well defined. Her belly was extremely well-toned with highly-pronounced eight back abdominals, all showing clearly through her fur. Her long, white hair hung down over her shoulder and neck, beads of sweat dribbling down the ends and splattering on the ground next to him.

Matt wasn't a slouch in the physicality department either, Freya noted, as the human sported some defined biceps and triceps on his arms, two large, muscular pecs, and his own well-defined abs. His chest and stomach were covered in dark, black hair with sparser patterns running down his forearms. Freya let out a soft growl as she grinned lasciviously above her new mate. Her domineering smile served to augment Matt's excitement as his focus drifted to the most arousing aspect of Freya's form: her massive tits. The rodent sported two large, bulbous breasts jutting firmly out from the Burmecian's chest, the round jugs also covered in fur with the only exposed portion being the huge nipples planted right in the middle. His cock strained in the confines of his slacks, licking his lips hungrily at the juicy melons mere inches above him.

He raised his hands and gently caressed her waist, the contact making her groan sensually before trilling softly. Matt explored her body, running his naked fingers along the contours of her belly, navigating the bumps and ridges of her protruding, rock-hard abs. He slowly moved up her stomach and to the sides, grazing the damp fur as he felt along her plump, bulging obliques. He let his palms rest along the surface of the fur-covered hills, his thumbs tracing the concave creases dividing the distinct muscles. The physical exploration of her musculature resonated well with Freya, who let out a louder erotic growl, throwing her head back so Matt could observe the vibration of her throat. His heart beat quickly in his chest, his anxiety skyrocketing at thoughts of being ravaged by the body of a woman with the mind of an animal.

“My God! I've never seen a woman with such a... strong physique before. It's so... mesmerizing. So humbling. You've got the body of a goddess. And still... it just gets better.” His focus returned to her breasts, the rat above him moaning constantly as the heat took control. Staring down at him, impatient for the more intimate connection, she sat up on her haunches and grabbed his wrists, holding them firmly as she guiding them upwards, Matt's palms sliding up before connecting with her tits. He didn't need anymore convincing, gliding along the underside of her boobs without assistance, causing Freya to release the man's arms and let him fondle her sensitive mammaries. His fingers sifted through the fur covering the massive jugs, Matt softly moaning at the feel of the rat woman's knockers. They were firm as expected given their upright position, but still fleshy and conflictingly soft to the touch.

He gave them both a hard squeeze, garnering a loud cry of passion from the Burmecian straddling his growing cock. He played around a bit with her funbags, his fingers straining harder than normal to constrict the plump, sensual protrusions, as if her breasts were more muscle than fat. Falling further into the eroticism of the act, Matt sat up as best her could under the weight of the rodent knight, leaned into Freya's chest, and began licking her exposed teat. Freya grunted loudly as her sensitive nipples were toyed with, lubricated with Matt's saliva, the warm fluid growing cold in the forest air and stimulating her sexual appetite.

Matt gave several laps to one breast while continuing to fondle the other, squeezing hard to elicit the most pronounced cries of satisfaction from his murine partner. He soon moved on to suckling on her teat, his free hand moving down her waist and sliding underneath her gaiters. After rubbing the furred skin a bit, he pulled out and unbuckled the strap holding the pants onto her tail. With that loose, he was able to pull both her trousers and her gaiters down passed her rump, exposing the furry backside to the cool air. His hand went back to navigating the surface of her rodent backside and as with her toned belly, her ass was hard and well-defined. He tried giving it a squeeze, but her muscles were so tight that there was barely any give. He moved down to explore her thighs, but those were even worse, tough as stone and dented with deep crevices outlining the thick, meaty hamstrings and massive quads.

Matt stopped sucking on her tits to turn his head and bury it in her firm pillows, one hand remaining on her thigh while the other moved towards her back. “Mm, how can someone so bulky and so hard-bodied be so fucking sexy?”

Despite her estrus, she smiled at the question, bringing a paw up to gently caress his head as it laid almost innocuously on her naked bosom. The position helped fuel the fire in her cunt and after letting it build to a blistering inferno, she growled as she shoved him back down hard onto his back into the ground, making him grunt. She stared down at him as his nerves fired up, the anthro rat trilling as she showed her teeth, a salacious smile on her muzzle. He smiled back nervously as she slowly climbed down his torso before stopping to hover over his crotch. She licked her lips and slowly reached under his slacks and violently jerked them down, pulling them off quickly and causing Matt to startle.

On the plus side, his cock was free to grow to full length and Freya, overeager for Matt's meat, finally got a good look at the man's package. His shame grew as his erection did, his penis standing a good 10 inches before the murine lady in heat. The scent of his sex invaded her nostrils, driving her mad and pushing her to act instantly on her impulses. She reached under Matt's knees and pulled them back into a bent position, the human befuddled and nervous. She grabbed his cock and moaned as she stuck out her tongue and slid it down the length from glans to shaft before engulfing it in her long maw. Matt froze as his dick disappeared into the hungry muzzle of a Burmecian warrior's mouth, the warmth of her maw encapsulating his waiting appendage.

As his rod was engulfed by the rodent, her tongue wrapped around the length, coating it with saliva. The natural lubricant augmented Matt's sensitive pecker, making him shudder with pleasure and shuffle under her aggressive fellatio. As she came close to fully swallowing Matt's member, her nose came close to the man's crotch, a large bushel of human pubic hair blanketing his lap. The scent was much stronger there than it had been elsewhere and the arousing fragrance sent another raging flame through her loins. She rolled her eyes in response, reaching between her legs and rubbing the outside of her vaginal lips to tease herself and her mounting sexual intoxication.

After a moment choking on human dick, huffing male scent, and playing with her own wet vulva, Freya grew impatient for his essence. She began bobbing her head up and down along the length, her tongue remaining connected with his member. Matt moaned and shuffled as his glans was teased, the rat knight expertly titillating his erotic desires. One clawed paw moved up Matt's belly, slowly running her digits through his hair and gently rubbing the defined abs he sported. As Matt welcomed the touch of her animal claws on his stomach, Freya surprised him with a digit from her other paw subtly poking at his rear entrance. His heart palpitated and his stomach fluttered, concerned for what she had planned and after a few seconds, his concerns became justified. She slowly inserted one clawed digit deep inside his virgin asshole.

“Hey, whoa!” He tried to sit up, but the Burmecian dragoon pressed him down against the ground, easily subduing him with only a single paw. He looked down at her, those rodent eyes savage and domineering. Matt knew then she was in charge and whatever she wanted she would get. Though he wasn't entirely comfortable with having her finger him, he was already butt naked in the forest with an anthro rat sucking him off. He relented to her control and relaxed, laying back and letting her milk his shaft.

As Matt relaxed his body, Freya continued her penetration of her partner's sphincter with her digit, driving it knuckle deep into his colon. The separation of his anal walls provided some discomfort for the human, an act he wasn't experienced with, but as the murine's finger dove deep inside him, it brushed up against his prostate. Freya pressed upward against the male organ, generating a tingling sensation that resonated with Matt's hungry cock. “Oooh!” Matt moaned loudly, Freya trilling around his fat cock in response.

To further augment his sensual pleasure, she stuck a second digit inside him, spreading him wider and making him groan in response. With two fingers plugging his back entrance, she was able to deliver a more pronounced massage to his prostate. Matt moaned louder now as his penis was alight with sexual tension, the mixture of her slick tongue dancing along his shaft with the prodding of his prostate proved a catalyst for a quick orgasm. Oddly enough for Matt, the splitting apart of his wrinkled bud worked as an additional enhancement to his erotic enjoyment.

With Matt exactly where she wanted him, Freya worked to milk the primate as quickly as she could. She bobbed her head up and down along his rod, her tongue wrapped around the flesh with heavy emphasis on teasing his sensitive glans. She worked her fingers in and out of his asshole, dancing inside his rectum while the paw holding his torso kneaded his hairy chest. Her taste buds were assaulted with the unadulterated flavor of Matt's cock, an acerbic flavor that helped to feed her ravenous lust.

Matt couldn't hold still while the Burmecian sucked his dick like a starving beast, his hips gyrating around her maw and on her fingers. He moaned and groaned as she pleasured him, each stimulation working in tandem to build up his peak. It hadn't been a minute and he was immediately ready to burst, his balls aching for release and close to losing control. He wasn't sure if she would accept him blowing his load in her maw, but with her jaws enveloping his meat, he wasn't about to try to stop her.

He leaked pre onto her tongue, which she eagerly consumed, swallowing it as it mixed with her building saliva. She continued her ministrations on his dick and his prostate, but Matt's gyrations were more pronounced and his body jerked around. She knew he was close and worked harder to coerce a climax out of him. Matt moaned several more times, finally arching his back before pumping his manhood into Freya's maw. In a short time, Matt was sent over the edge as the rat knight felt a hot stream of liquid blast from his cockhead onto her tongue, a fluid rich in the salty, tart flavor of human male essence. She gingerly swallowed the sour male milk as Matt shot pulsed streams of his human seed directly in her mouth, the dragoon careful not to let a single drop escape her lips. As the rich, potent pheromones of Matt's jizz wreaked havoc on Freya's hormones, the Burmecian's loins burned hotter than ever, making her moan loudly around the human's hose.

With every drop of cum expelled from his urethra, Matt was ready to stop for a moment and allow himself some respite, but Freya had other plans. Despite him no longer firing his male cream into her maw, the rodent decided to continue milking him, sliding her slimy tongue along his shaft and sexually torturing his virgin ring. With one orgasm passed, his glans was showing signs of hypersensitivity and he shuddered under her input.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hold on. Stop,” he stated with urgency. Matt grabbed the Burmecian's paw as he tried to raise himself up and pull away from her, but Freya let out a harsh growl and pushed him hard back onto the ground, digging her claws into his flesh. “Wait! I need a break!” He tried to move again, but she held him down, pressing down hard against his chest, making her muscles bulge. Matt struggled under her weight, shuddering with sexual overstimulation, as he stared the rat knight in the eyes. She stared back at him, glaring at him for trying to stop her, brow furrowed and tail twitching anxiously behind her. He gulped audibly, his heart beating wildly in his chest before she pressed down hard again, making him shout in pain as she continued to suck him off while fingering him.

He kept a grip on the hand on his chest, but he didn't try to remove himself from her, succumbing to her dominance. He suffered through her post-orgasmic titillation, enduring the continuous onslaught on the overly sensitive nerve endings in his head. What surprised the human, though, was that despite the sensitivity in his cock and having been freshly milked, Matt noticed a second orgasm approaching quickly. “What the hell?” he said through short breaths, his stamina tested heavily. In a manner of minutes, Matt felt his groin warm up to a fresh climax, his muscles tingling as the rodent coaxed it out of him.

Matt's pants echoed in the forest with Freya's trills and moans before Matt released another series of harsh groans as he hit his second peak. Another flurry of sporadic explosions of hot, sticky, man milk erupted into Freya's muzzle, instantly being consumed. The taste fed into the rat woman's heat-driven desires and she growled louder and louder as her crotch burned hotter and hotter. Matt was hoping it would end there, but to his surprise the murine kept going and to further his shock he felt yet another orgasm growing.

Another several minutes went by with Freya pumping Matt's asshole with her fingers and pumping his junk with her maw. His scent was getting stronger from the physical exertion caused by their sexual interactions. The rodent huffed away at the smell of his crotch, her claws digging into Matt's torso and threatening to break the skin. After another long moment of oral fixation and anal coercion, Matt felt another bout of release for his groin, expelling more of his rich, creamy jizz into Freya's hungry maw. The insatiable Burmecian gulped down the testicular juices like a starving rat.

After the tension in his nuts receded from being emptied and in between Freya's loud, bestial moans, Matt placed a hand on the murine's paw. “Freya, wait!” She never listened before, so he didn't expect her to now, but to his surprise she paused her fellatio to stare into his eyes. “You've... *pant*... you've gotten me off three times now. Why don't... why don't you let me return the favor? Let me eat out that rat pussy.”

Freya's eyebrows shot up with intrigue and excitement. She let the human's dong fall out of her muzzle and flop onto his belly, all 10 inches still fully engorged with blood. A mischievous grin grew on her face and she growled seductively, the sound of shuffling coming from behind her as she kicked off her pants and gaiters, discarding them and leaving her naked. She removed her fingers from his butt and crawled on top of him slowly, then turned around to reposition herself to grant Matt access to her hot, rodent cunt. His heart beat furiously as he caught sight her lower half, the lady's musculature astounding the human, even after he felt up her ass and legs. Her thighs were incredibly thick and toned with various well-defined bumps and creases. Her ass was round, tight, and shapely, justifying the tough and unyielding bulkiness he felt when he tried squeezing those orbs of pure muscle.

She straddled his face, his head caught between her legs and his eyes now inches away from her anthro rodent vulva. It had much the same appearance as a human's, except it had a layer of fur surrounding it, damp from sweat caused by her estrus. Freya lowered her hips to bring her crotch to Matt's face. As her snatch descended upon him, he opened his mouth and leaned up, sticking out his tongue and dragging it down along her cooch, sliding it across her most sensitive organ, causing her to shudder. He continued to lap up her beastly vagina, dragging his tongue along her wet lips and slipping into the crack between from top to bottom.

Freya grit her teeth in response, clawing at the ground and clenching her fists up, the sensation overbearing as the warmth continued increasing in her crotch. Matt noticed it too, the heat emanating from her pussy almost enough to burn his tongue. Her musk was strong and pervasive there, her groin emanating a potent, rodent scent that Matt found oddly alluring. He continued licking her vagina, making sure to strike her clit with each stroke, eliciting a loud groan and shudder from the rat above him.

Freya was sweating more noticeably, her fur coat matting wile she began panting from exertion and instinctive, sexual passion. Every pass of Matt's tongue across her snatch evoked a quiver of erotic tension, a tingling sensation exploding in her slit as every nerve ending was provoked. Matt's salivating tongue again made contact with her clit, Freya clenching every muscle in her body in response, the definition showing more clearly to Matt, further impressing the primate. He moved passed the fleshy glans and pressed his oral organ against her vulva lips, spreading them apart and sliding the slick appendage slowly across her labia. Each second was an ethereal experience for the rodent who moaned and chittered uncontrollably in response.

Matt found the Burmecian's sounds adorable and continued his pleasureful cunnilingus. Freya rested above Matt, mouth agape with saliva spilling onto his exposed and used cock. As the human masterfully built up her climax, she continued lusting after his own organ, leaning down and sniffing at his crotch before once again taking his penis in her mouth. Matt shudder beneath her, but continued to pleasure her, reaching up and grabbing her waist, holding her steady so he could tease her erogenous organ. She went much more slowly this time, lathering his dick with her spit as she absorbed his flavor.

Matt, similarly, was saturating his tongue with the taste of her cunt, a mixture of rat, sweat, and female musk. The cogent stimulation of the senses caused Matt's dick to bulge fully erect, despite three simultaneous orgasms. For Freya, her heat and the months spent repressing her urges had driven her to a state already primed for sexual release. As such, though having fingered herself countless times during her journey, her privates fluttered with intense tingling as she approached orgasm. With several more passes of Matt's tongue across her hot, moist vag, Freya's nethers brimmed with climactic tension. She subtley began pumping her hips up and down and after a couple more gentle laps at her sensitive clitoris, Freya reached her peak.

She reached under Matt's legs, gripping his taut ass with her clawed paws and groaned loudly into his member. Her legs and hips tensed up and she shifted up and down into the human's face, her legs jolting left and right as she rode the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. After a few seconds, she reached ejaculation, spilling out several spurts of female juices into Matt's unprepared jaws. Matt had split apart Freya's lips as a small sample of her orgasmic product squirted out onto his tongue, a sweet and sour flavor to augment the natural musky aroma of her snatch. Freya continued shuddering as several more squirts of female ejaculate fed the human below, the Burmecian making him tense up as her claws threatened to leave puncture wounds in his buttocks.

After almost a minute of shuffling and cock-muffled groans, Freya's orgasm abated, leaving her appeased... for about 10 seconds. Immediately after, her relief dissipated and her heat returned, causing her to trill and inadvertantly removing Matt's member as she threw her head back and cried out into the night like an animal, “Aaaaaaaaah!”

Matt shivered as his sensitive organ slid out from her moist orifice to be left exposed to the cool, forest air. He continued to eat out her pussy as Freya looked down at Matt's throbbing erection, her spit-slathered cunt aching for the thick meat to penetrate her. She calmed her breathing a bit before lifting up her hips, disposing her crotch from Matt's masterful mouth. She shifted around, turning a half circle until she was aligned with the primate below, straddling his waist with her arms resting on either side of his shoulders. She hovered over him, mouth agape with teeth clenched, breathing heavily as a small string of saliva dribbled from her feral maw and landed on Matt's cheek. Matt's heart pounded, his cock primed for another round of stimulation, his stomach fluttering lasciviously at the sight of the dominating female beast staring hungrily down at him, her breasts hanging down over his chest.

“I need you inside me, human,” she said seductively before licking her lips and teeth slowly. “I need your thick, hard cock inside me. I need your seed in my womb.”

Matt himself began panting, the thought of her hot pussy wrapped around his phallus was enough to make him want to cum right then. Freya reached up one paw and started stroking his chest, running circles around the sternum before guiding it down, between their bodies, trailing his stomach and her abs until she reached his glistening dick. Matt, his sensitive privates being manhandled by the rodent, decided to reach up and grab Freya's dangling tits, his palms ensnaring her nipples as he gave the buxom bosom a tight squeeze. The Burmecian enjoyed the sensual act, growling as she threw her head back, although she also squeezed his shaft in response, but it didn't faze the human.

He continued to fondle her breasts, the fur damp and matting as he moved his fingers through the fur. At the same time, she guided his glans upward to her moist, fuming snatch. Once she felt the tip of his cockhead pressed up against her exposed lips, she gently lowered her hips down until his dick pressed up against her. His penis spread open the labia walls and with little effort pushed forward against her vagina until it split apart and allowed the man's long, thick organ to enter into her. Freya let out a gasp and moan as her desperate orifice was finally receiving attention while Matt tensed up as his prick was enveloped in the scorching confines of the Burmecian's vaginal walls. His cock slid in easily, the heat, the fleshy texture, the moist coating, and the general size allowed for little resistance while providing an incredibly stimulating environment for his rod.

She let go of his member and rested her paw back on the ground as she lowered her hips, Matt moaning as he slid deeper inside of her while still playing with her fun bags. His head found the cervical opening and pressed against it, preparing to penetrate her uterus, but Freya stopped her descent before it could. Matt looked up as the rat knight sat up on her haunches, pulling back and allowing the human a better view of her body, including her voluptuous tits. He looked her up and down, still awestruck by her musculature, her meaty biceps, her thick, bumpy legs, and her defined abdominals.

Freya grabbed his hands and held them to her breasts, still trilling and growling softly, panting through her teeth as she maintained a sexually voracious expression. “Now, give me your seed, human. Empty your balls inside me. Fuck me, fuck me like you haven't fucked anyone before.”

Matt's breathing was labored and his heart palpitated nervously. “Y- yes, Burmecian.”

She slowly lifted herself up, sliding a few inches of his dick out, causing him to lay his head back and moan quietly in ecstasy. She then lowered herself, impaling her cunt with his spear until it reached the same point as before. She began to hump the man below, slowly riding his meat in a consistent rhythm. Matt stared up at her again, fondling her breasts, squeezing them, massaging the underside, and rubbing the furless nubs of her nipples. The heat from her snatch, in addition to the soft enrapturing walls of her vag, expedited the growth of Matt's orgasm, his previous three having little to no effect on his sexual ascension.

Freya's passionate growls intensified, growing in volume, length, and ferocity. She flexed her hips and legs every time she lowered herself, the sensation of the thick rod pistoning in and out of her sending erotic jolts through her nether region. Matt's climax was approaching quickly, the human attempting to hump into Freya's crotch to hasten his budding peak, but she easily pressed him into the ground with her weight and implacable strength. He managed to achieve short, inconsistent movements, the adventurer aroused by the female humanoid rodent dominating his body.

Freya had picked up the pace in her thrusts, bounding up and down with her tail waving behind her, but it had little effect on the man below, who was only a few thrusts away from blowing his load yet again. This time, his seed would fill the Burmecian's cunt, though unless she lowered herself down to the hilt, his seed would not enter her womb. It didn't matter to him as her pelvic pivots continued unabated, tickling his heightened arousal until the muscles in his groin flexed and a flood of male, human semen erupted from his urethra, coating the already damp walls of her vagina. He let out a deep moan, his hands clenching harder on her sensitive tits, making her grunt in pleasurable pain.

She didn't slow her thrusts, continuing long after his orgasm had abated, causing him to suffer the effects of overstimulation on his glans. He knew she wouldn't stop until she herself climaxed, so he ground his teeth and bore the sexual torture, shuddering several times as it mercilessly slid up and down the fleshy tunnel. Freya increased her pace, growling louder and breathing heavier as she continued to build her own climax. Her fur was shimmering now with sweat, the exertion from coitus and the effects of estrus causing her to break out in heavy perspiration. Matt could tell she was getting closer to release, though he was focused on the fact that despite the fatigue from another orgasm, he was already being worked towards yet another of his own, something he'd never imagined would happen to him.

Eventually, Freya was pounding the poor human's pelvis harder and harder, forcefully jackhammering his cock into her snatch. Her growls had become interspersed with erotic moans and she started drooling like a feral animal. Matt was overwhelmed by the various stimuli keeping him aroused, from the unflappable teasing of his male organ to the numerous sights, sounds, and actions of the muscle-bound, sexually ravenous Burmecian succubus coaxing unceasing ejaculations out of him.

“Ng... Oh, God! This is... *pant*... incredible!” he moaned out. Freya simply responded with further growls and interspersed moans.

Her gyrations increased in tempo, her breathing matching her thrusts, the heat she gave off practically baking Matt's cock. Freya was dripping wet now, sweating profusely as the strain of her increased coital efforts pressed her physical endurance. The musky air intensified, the mixture of scents from rodent and primate combined, the effusion of sex-driven aromas from both partners creating an intoxicating atmosphere laden with pheromones. Freya was pumping harder and faster, though her thrusts were coming shorter, a sign her climax was approaching. Matt prepared himself, his fifth climax sneaking up on him as he shuffled under her weight at the hypersensitivity he bore.

A couple more minutes passed with Matt groping the rat's chest while she strained her hips pumping his phallus. The Burmecian was drenching Matt in her perspiration, his own sweat mixing with the inebriating scent of her own. She leaned back a bit, breathing heavier, her moans increasing in pitch and after several more pivots and without warning, she finally lowered herself down to fully accept Matt's pecker. His cockhead slid passed the barrier of her cervix, squeezing through the long, cramped tubing, the human shuddering and groaning as the nerves in his glans fired wildly at the constricting space. Finally, her crotch made contact with his hips, the murine dragoon having hilted Matt's 10-inch member as his glans slid passed the cervix and into her uterus.

Matt shuddered as his penis was fully engulfed by Freya's scorching cunt as Freya quivered as her inflamed clitoris rubbed up against his abdomen. She wasted no time continuing to coax out her orgasm, bucking her hips again and pulling Matt's dick back out. She returned to her previous rhythm, fucking with abandon, growling and moaning interchangeably. Matt's hands wandered down to her waist, feeling fatigued from the various stimuli, letting his hands rest on her meaty thighs. It didn't take long though and Freya's hips raised up higher and higher with each pump until Matt's cock was completely removed from her cervix, only to be reinserted with full force in rapid succession. The sensation caused Matt to tense up as he was brought to his next peak swiftly, the effect being mirrored in Freya who shivered every time her clit slammed down onto Matt's belly.

Another minute and Freya was beginning to slow her pivots. She was gritting her teeth, whining and jerking randomly. With several more thrusts, her passionate cries grew until she let out a howling scream, “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” With that blood-curdling call, she slammed her hips down onto Matt, burying her crotch into his and impaling his dick in her vagina. The two partners hit their peaks simultaneously, unable to hold back from the menagerie of stimulating assaults on their various senses. Freya arched her back and threw her head back, long streams of saliva leaving her maw as a dense spritz of sweat beads spread out around them. Her fingers were clenched with her claws exposed and as she quivered with euphoric lust, she exploded as she came, violently ejaculating onto Matt's belly. The human grit his teeth and moaned aloud, though not with the same theatrical display. He shuddered under her weight as his cock erupted with his own man-milk spraying out in a thick string into her hungry womb.

She raised up, pulling a few inches of Matt's primed prick and rammed back down, shoving the entire length in and squeezing the base. They both wailed as they came, Matt spewing shot after shot of excess jizz into her uterus, the thought of possibly impregnating the Burmecian never crossing his or her mind. Freya grabbed the back of her neck with both paws and gripped tightly, her body flexing tightly like a petrified statue. Her own fluids secreted out onto Matt's stomach, coating his abs with her juices and splattering the mix of ejaculate and sweat around as she pulled off and slammed down again. This went on for some time, over a minute of orgasmic expulsion with Matt's penis reeling from the endless stimulation he'd received that night. Eventually, he finished off, spilling the last of his seed into her innards while she was still riding the high of her own climax. Eventually, that too wore off and she finally halted her pelvic thrusting.

They both spent a moment catching their breath, Freya letting her paws rest on Matt's hands which were still resting on her thighs. He felt up the muscular limbs, fondling the bumpy texture and admiring the female's form.

“Wow!” he decried in between pants. “I never thought fucking a Burmecian would be this... wonderful. Thank you. Thank you for finding me. Thank you for asking me to do this. You're one sexy woman.” The whole time, Freya had her head back, staring at the night sky. “Well, when you're ready, I need to find a lake and wash up. I need to head out early.”

At that, Freya stared down at Matt, her eyes conveying the dissatisfaction of his request. Though she thoroughly enjoyed her climax, it didn't take long of post-coital restoration for her heat to return full force. Matt's cock was still emblazened by her inflamed loins, though he didn't know whether or not that would dissipate. Freya, however, knew it wasn't enough and wasn't about to stop now, knowing her body wasn't satisfied. After all, she repressed her feelings for months, so she had a lot of intercourse to catch up on.

She smiled at him as she lifted up his hands and held them in her paws. She leaned down slowly, raising his hands above his head. He found it romantic at first, but began to panic when his hands were being pinned to the ground and she growled as she smirked devilishly at him. “Wha- no, you can't-”

“More,” she said lustily.

“What! No, I can't. I can't do it anymore,” he protested.

“More! Not enough. Need... more.”

She smiled and let her tongue loll out of her muzzle. Matt's heart palpitated, breathing deeply as he was ready to protest again only for Freya to lower her head and plant a deep kiss on his lips, her tongue darting quickly into his mouth. He struggled beneath her as she moved her waist up, gently and slowly retracting his meat from her pussy. Her cervix squeezed his sensitive glans, making him shudder before it continued its exit along her vaginal walls, but before it was released into the cold air, Freya shifted her body, lowering her hips and skillfully guiding his cock along her perineum. He quivered as his cock slid cross the fur above her vulva, only to feel the contact of her other wrinkled orifice.

His eyes grew wide as he realized what the rodent knight had intended, but unable to say anything, she closed her eyes, smiled with satisfaction, and sat backward, pressing her rump down against Matt's overworked prick. There was some resistance, but with Freya's strength, she had no difficulty fighting passed the puckered barrier. As her anal ring felt the pressure against it, Freya broke the kiss, allowing them both to cry out in response.

“Oooooaaaaaaah!” Matt screamed as his sore cock was pushed against Freya's back door.

“Grrrrrrrrryyyyeeeesss!” Freya responded as the tight opening finally split apart, allowing Matt's strained phallus entry into her rear entrance. Matt shuddered more tempestuously than ever, the Burmecian's cavernous rectum much more constricting than her pussy and putting more strain on his tired member. He cried out in a combination of passion and pain as Freya sat down on his lap, plunging his maleness deeper and deeper into her intestines. The sensitive nerves in his penis were firing chaotically, every inch of surface area sliding along the tight quarters of Freya's bowels. The heat she gave off was no less pronounced than in her cunt, but the squeezing embrace of fleshy intestines augmented the stimulating effect.

She finally reached the base of his unrelenting dick, the long rod unable to lose any rigidity after five climaxes, her ass resting on his hips and her pussy resting on his stomach. She leaked residual fluid onto his abdomen, a concoction of his ejaculate and her own. She leaned back a little, moving her paws to his shoulders to keep him pinned, but allowing her a better position for fucking. He tried moving a little, but there was no give. She had him completely under her control and he was too fatigued to try and fight her.

After a moment of respite from the unending cycle of raging carnal desires, Freya lifted her hips up, sliding Matt's member along the hot, slick walls of her innards, igniting his sensitive glans once again, making him shudder and tring futilely to escape her grasp. All he could do was struggle as she brought her ass down, plugging her up to the hilt with his sword. She started pumping him rhythmically, in and out, continuing the cycle of endless fucking the poor human had been forced to endure up until now.

“Oh, God! I don't know how much more I've got in me,” he said to deaf ears as Freya trilled and moaned to the beat of her backside colliding with his hips. As if to answer his own question, his groin tingled with that familiar sensation of yet another growing orgasm. He rolled his eyes and continued helplessly shaking from overstimulation under her dominating horniness. “Not again.”

With a defeated expression, he accepted his fate as Freya looked down with insatiable lust. Again, human. Again and again and again until I've extinguished this fire in my loins, she thought to herself, riding him with the intent of draining him all night long if that's what it took to end her exasperating condition. They were both in for a long night and neither the Burmecian nor the human knew what it would take, but Freya was willing to find out, even if Matt was not.