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"Careful, Storm. One wrong step and we're done for."

Virginia's wetlands weren't considered inviting, but they still were on the way of various travelers, especially those trying to get to the country's southern edge. Zane knew about the risks, but after studying the map multiple ones, he remembered about a nearby lagoon that they should avoid. But was it on the west or east? The young wolf cowboy asked himself, mumbling swear words under his breath.

"Let's go that way. Come on." He clicked with his mouth, leading his stallion towards a more open way. Both passages would still take them south, although one had more dangers up ahead than the other. Zane looked around carefully, fearing all kinds of snakes and alligators who overwhelmed these swamps, but luckily his journey was quite uneventful. Until half an hour later, Zane swore again.

"God damn it."

Blackwater Lagoon has a lot of history and legends, all causing goosebumps in listeners. Monsters, gigantic reptiles, and unknown species of man-eating fish. Even if Zane wasn't planning on swimming through these waters and only had to walk around them, it still filled him with dredge. Zane gently hit the stallion's side with his metallic spurs, ushering the equine companion to move forward.

"Ignore anything that comes from this lagoon. They attack only if they feel threatened." He said both to the stallion and himself, trying to downplay all the stories about this place. But when they got halfway through their road and quite close to leaving that lagoon behind, Zane heard a feminine voice, humming a familiar melody.

"What is a tarnation?" The wolf turned his head towards the source of the peculiar singer, many miles from civilization. He couldn't believe his eyes, seeing an unlikely creature, partially submerged in these treacherous waters. But she didn't look like a beast or mythical monster, astonished by her beauty.

The young equine woman took her time getting onto shore, making her bountiful bosom lightly bounce with each step. Zane always lowed when sizable breasts sagged an adequate amount, looking natural and erotic, in contrast to less-endowed city girls with an abundance of layers upon layers of clothing. Once she eventually left these waters, he noticed a strange dress made of wet leaves and vines, stuck tightly onto her skin, some of them adorned her long, blond hair. But even then he saw perfectly built calves and thighs, as if chiseled by the finest artisan.

"Howdy. Do you often swim in this lagoon? I heard many nasty rumors about this place and it's not only dangerous but just damn irresponsible, no matter how gorgeous you look, miss." Wolf tipped his hat before stepping down his stallion, taking a blanket from Storm's saddlebags with a clear intention to help the lady. But once he tried to cover her naked body with thick material, the equine gal smacked it from his hands, not changing her dreamy expression at all.

"I only tried to help, you look soaked." He stepped backward, when the woman rubbed his chest with both wet and surprisingly warm hands, unable to defend himself. Zane never hit a lady before and besides, he didn't exactly feel in danger at that moment. "I need you..." the horse gal whispered, before nibbling on his ear. The stallion neighed warningly, but the wolf for once didn't listen to his trustful companion.

"Listen, maybe you should rest and warm up. I can set up a camp here, got some dried meat too I can share with." The raw, intoxicating smell of local plants, wet leaves, and sweat attacked his flared nostrils, fogging his mind and blurring judgment. As if he got under her spell, Zane lowered his guard, despite Storm's audible objections.

The woman pushed him onto the ground, kneeling right before him, her lengthy fingers sliding beneath his shirt for a brief moment, massaging Zane's bare stomach with electrifying digits, eventually getting onto his belt, and unbuckling it with impressive skill. With somewhat blurred vision, Zane still observed her moves, although focused on a sudden burst of desire.

With unparalleled strength for a lady, horse gal swiftly pulled down his leather pants along with underwear, freeing Zane's already hard cock from its tight confinement, throbbing with anticipation as if it waited a long time for that moment. The brightly red, eight-inch-long, and quite thick shaft could look like a delicious, meaty snack for anyone interested in that kind of thing. But she averted her gaze towards another body part, a fuzzy sack containing two heavy orbs, normally sagging with sheer weight whenever Zane stood upright. Now lying between his things defensively, as if afraid of the potential dangers.

The strange water horse extended her tongue, taking a long lick from the base of Zane's shaft, right onto the pointy, already squirting tip. The cowboy couldn't contain his desire, leaking pre-cum as if he hadn't mated for months, fixated on her heavy breasts. The mare's hand cupped the first testicle, as if she weighted it with her palm alone, apparently satisfied with the result when a mysterious smirk appeared on her face. With a loud murmur, she burrowed her long nose deep into his sack, enjoying the proximity to his masculinity.

Briefly, the abandoned cock throbbed several more times, before the mare grabbed it hard like a vice, stroking it with the sheer strength of her thin arm, already sending Zane to the edge. It was clear that mare toyed with him, when she softened her grip, gently massaging its whole length with a single finger, eventually dipping it in cockhead, before tasting the big drop of clear fluid.

"I need you..." she repeated herself with the same dreamy voice, almost singing it like a lullaby. She briefly glanced at the stallion who stopped panicking moments ago, apparently mesmerized by her voice and scent. Knowing that nobody could stop her now, the mare continued pleasuring the barely known cowboy. Although she was already acquainted with his taste, wanting more and more of that.

With no warning, the pale female engulfed the entire tip of his rigid cock, swirling her tongue around its impressive girth, its flavor almost intoxicating. Her nostrils flared significantly during her increasing arousal as if pleasuring male alone could send her to the edge. Zane grasped the wet grass patches beside him, already close to bursting. But the mare took her precious time, gently sucking on the whole length.

The female's mouth had no trouble in engulfing the cowboy's whole cock, her tongue softly prodding against the pointy tip, trying to get all of his precious essence. Zane couldn't hold any longer and moaned, unable to act tough anymore. Her loud giggle echoed around them, even if her maw was full of the cowboy's manhood. But he didn't question this occurrence.

With a loud pop, the woman pulled out his moist cock, fixated on his other package for the second time, but more determined about getting its contents. She attacked it aggressively, picking the first ball with her tongue alone before sliding it back between his thighs. Zane didn't object when the strange mare opened her maw wide, engulfing the entire ball sack like a snake trying to devour an ostrich egg. His blurred vision and weak mind treated it like a wet dream coming true, treated like a champion. A god.

His jewels danced around her tongue inside the mare's moist and warm mouth, dangerously close to the strong teeth of her powerful jaws. He could hear a faint giggle coming from the left and then from the other direction, but he didn't see anyone else but the mare and the strangely silent stallion. Zane wanted to release his load but something stopped his cock, as if an invisible force blocked its passage, despite the mare's efforts who still stroked the whole, meaty length.

The pale woman flattened both sizable testicles against the hard roof of her mouth with her strong tongue, presumably trying to pop both vulnerable gems with a single move. The echoing giggle intensified, but instead of warning the cowboy, it only relaxed him further, not suspecting anything wrong. Every motion sends him further into a potentially powerful climax, the biggest in his life.

Then she showed her teeth.

With most of Zane's scrotum deep inside her maw, almost touching the back of her throat, the mare closed her jaws tightly around the stretched and skinny part of the sack, forcing the cowboy to moan from a mix of pain and pleasure. Not a single tear appeared on the fuzzy body part just yet, as if the woman didn't try hard enough on purpose. But it quickly changed when she started pulling on the flesh and skin with morbid strength, extending it beyond measure.

When the length of the cowboy's ball sack already got past its limit, it eventually started to break. A single tear in the middle of the exposed part was just the beginning, quickly giving up and being shredded within the next few seconds. With a blink of an eye, the mare successfully snapped the top of the cowboy's ball sack, taking the rest of its skin and veins back to her ravenous mouth. With a sudden scream, Zane released copious amounts of pearly-white and thick fluids, cumming all over his abdomen, probably for the last time in his life.

She leaned closer toward his wet, shivering, and insanely leaking cock, almost turning into a small fountain. Even if he shot all the seed he could muster, it still dripped a surprising amount of clear fluids, which made it even more tasty-looking. The mare sucked on the separated testicles, delighted with its flavor but she had to make space for another snack as well. The woman swallowed them before licking her lips, not satisfied nearly enough.

She took the whole length of the cowboy's dick, along with just an inflated knot, almost effortlessly taking that tick part inside her too. The mare enjoyed such a warm, salty, and throbbing treat, but simply sucking on it wouldn't cut for such a ravenous and dangerous creature. Her eyes sparkled with burning desire, a moment before the inevitable happened.

Her monstrously strong jaws closed themselves right below the bulbous and deliciously meaty knot while swallowing the rest of Zane's fluids. He didn't hear the audible tearing of flesh, which left a gaping and obvious hole in his abdomen. The mare continued sucking on the shaft, smacking her lips whenever she got a chance, briefly satiating her hunger, filling the void of her bottomless stomach.

The woman from the lagoon stood up, noticing the cowboy's sudden unconsciousness. Not interested anymore in his husk because of its lack of masculinity, she turned her gaze upon the stallion, who still didn't sense any danger anymore. It wasn't surprising for her, since the spell she used could confuse any intelligent male so that a feral horse couldn't be a challenge.

She tried to approach him, but the equine did it first, with his enormous fifteen-inch-long shaft within her view, impatiently smacking his belly with rapid shaft contractions. The beast's sack sagged heavily between their legs, as it had trouble with containing such enormous jewels, larger than her fists. With a faint smile, the mare kneeled right below his muscular stomach, whiffing his strong scent.

Unable to resist such a tribute to primal masculinity. she ran her tongue across the entirety of its girthy length, past the thick median ring before reaching the softer part of the equine member, and ended with a flat, already moist tip. She worshipped his semi-hard cock, which emanated raw aura of feral strength and vitality, soon to shower her with its essence.

But she couldn't ignore anymore those two low-hanging orbs within the stretched sack, begging for attention. The mare reached for the first one as if she were trying to pick a ripe fruit from its branch, cupping it gently, and letting out a soft moan after confirming its weight. With the stallion's cock placed over her shoulder, the female leaned onto the beast's scrotum, nipping teasingly on the testicle, guiding its sheer size into her ravenous maw.

The mare didn't resist its raw, strong taste, ignoring large beads of sweat on the thick skin, taking the whole orb past her lips to eventually suck on it like on a sizable candy, murmuring during the process. The stallion neighed quietly, completely under her influence, not seeing the danger despite the lying unconscious cowboy just several feet away. Only pleasure was important for him at that very moment.

Although her mouth was a few times smaller than a horse's ballsack, it broke the physics while taking the second testicle as well, somehow fitting them both between her dangerous jaws, which already proved how strong they might be. She felt copious loads of pre-cum dripping down her back, still holding the member with her shoulder. Sighing at the fact that a mare can't have those magnificent jewels forever, she finally attacked with pure determination.

Just like minutes ago, her strong steel jaws locked around stretched out the skinny top of the male's ball sack, mercilessly pulling on the body part until it started to tear. The promise of tasting both testicles gave her enough strength to help them meet their impending doom. With a decisive yank, a single motion was more than enough to separate the gigantic sack from its owner, landing deep in the mare's demonic hole.

She wasn't as subtle as before, munching on the trophies as if she suffered from long-lasting starvation, making wet sounds that no mortal would make as if dozens of deep sea creatures feasted on flesh. With obvious impatient, the mare grasped the shivering, leaking cock and pushed it past her lips, forcing testicles to pass through her throat, eventually landing inside her belly. Once again, she let out strange, unusual noises, similar to several tongues licking pieces of meat simultaneously. The stallion couldn't see when inch by inch his massive cock disappeared into the void, disguised by her beautiful face.

After the entire length got into her body, she closed her jaws, forcing the rest of her equine juices to leak into her, delighted by the sensation. Almost effortlessly she crushed the base, tearing apart the flesh before leaving a gaping hole in the stallion's sheath. The mare took everything, not leaving even a shred of evidence.

The mare stood up, leaving the shivering stallion alone who eventually collapsed onto the ground, spent and surprisingly content, before eventually drifting into dreamlands. The mare stood before two seemingly lifeless and somewhat happy bodies, smacking her lips after such an eventful meal. She resumed her song, humming all the way towards the lagoon, slowly disappearing into its depths.