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[center][b] Chest Fixation [/b][/center]

[center]By XP Author[/center]

Tits. She loved tits. Illa was not even sure why. It's not like she was gay. It probably had something to do with her own rather impressive set. The middle-aged fox had been dealing with being a very well endowed woman since she was a teenager, and it led to her fixation. But she wasn't gay. She loved Dalyn, her husband. Loved feeling his six inches pounding away at her, but she also loved watch her own chest bounce and flop all over whenever they fucked. She had teased the idea of a threesome with him, just so she could watch some other big-breasted bimbo's tits bouncing around... but he had rejected the idea outright. He said that it would feel like cheating on her, even if she was there and okay with it.

As if she needed to feel more guilty for what she did. Hiring hookers with big boobs just to play with them. But she wasn't gay. She only wanted to fondle and toy with their breasts. Never more than that. She wasn't gay. She said that to herself so many times that she had convinced herself of it at this point, even if evidence supported the opposite. She would never admit to being even bi. It went against how she was raised, how she had tried to raise her daughter. She was almost thankful Cammy had inherited her large chest. Still pretty big at an upper C-cup, but nothing like Illa's hefty F's. Big enough that they caused back problems from time to time. Her husband had great hands, and loved to help work the tension out of her back and shoulders, and of course, rub her chest when it was sore. He was such a lovely man.

So it was not without some major guilt that she was sitting in the motel right now, waiting for the arrival of the hooker she had hired. You could order anything online these days if you knew where to look. The dark web site had not even tried to hide what it was. They didn't bother with terms like 'escort' or 'companion.' All the men and women were all advertised as the site's hookers and whores. This was the fourth time she had hired one from there. Though this time it was someone the site had recommended to her. A hybrid of some kind, which was new for her, with the name 'Mae Showers.' They always had names like that. But she was a pretty well endowed woman, which is all that mattered to the 44 year old vixen.

There was a knock on the door, done in a specific pattern. It was the signal that the woman had arrived. She hopped out of the room's only chair, a very uncomfortable thing stuffed in the corner, and quickly went to unlock the door and open it. Standing just on the other side was Mae. She was a few inches taller than Illa. She was part deer, part something else, giving her muzzle a slightly elongated look. Illa suspected the other part was either tiger or zebra, her light brown fur mixed with dark black stripes. The woman gave her a look, as if to silently ask if she was going to just stand there all day.

Illa quickly moved out of the way. "Hey, you must be Mae Showers?" The woman nodded. "C'mon in."

Mae nodded again, stepping into the room. She had been in these sorts of places before, naturally. A small, cheap motel that didn't ask questions. One bed in a tiny room. At least this one was clean. The hybrid put her hands on her hips. "You can just call me Mae. Or whatever you'd like to call me while I'm here. Anything you want me calling you? You a Mistress type?" She smirked slightly as she looked the fox up and down with almost hungry eyes. "Though you seem more the type to want a mistress." Mae projected, as she was told, butch energy. Though she could play the sub if she needed to.

Illa shook her head. "N-no... none of that will be necessary. Just call me Illa. A-and I'm not gay, so we won't be doing that."

"Not gay, huh?" She gave a dubious look, but shrugged. "Alright. If you say so." She looked back at the bed, one of only three pieces of furniture in the small room. The other being an uncomfortable looking chair, and a dresser with a busted TV sitting on top of it. "So if we're not fucking, what are we doing? It's your dime for my time. You've got me for the next hour."

Illa looked a little uncomfortable, shuffling from one foot to another a little. "W-well... I thought..." She frowned at herself. She had done this a bunch of times now, so there was no need to be so nervous. "I want to play with your tits. That's it. Just fondle and play with your chest. No gay stuff, just that."

Mae looked at the woman again. The fox had really convinced herself that she wasn't into girls. The ability of people to lie to themselves never ceased to amaze her. "Sounds fun. I assume no playing with yours back?" She tilted her head, a big smile spreading on her face. "You've got a pretty lovely set, after all." Her eyes fell upon that set, barely hidden under the vixen's blouse.

Illa thought about it. "Maybe..." She did like having hers played with, too. "But, um... how about you get undressed and show yours off first."

"Sure thing." Mae turned to face the woman, reaching down to start working at her clothes. What she wore didn't immediately scream hooker, since she didn't have to work the streets for attention. A black t-shirt that clung to her form was lifted up and over her head. It exposed her white-furred belly, with more of the black stripes at her sides and back, and all along her toned arms. Her bra-clad breasts bounced a little as the shirt was lifted over them, slipped all the way off and tossed to the side. The bra was far more sexy than the clothing covering it, white and lacy. She caught the fox staring. "You want to take this off of me?"

Illa smiled. "Sure." She stepped close, reaching out to run her fingers against the lacy fabric. She gave the breasts it held a firm squeeze, smiling as she admired their size and weight. They were pretty big. Not quite as big as hers, but they actually felt natural, unlike every other girl she had hired so far. "How big are these?"

The hybrid grinned wide. "52 E. And yes, they are all natural." She let out a soft moan as they were squeezed again. "Go ahead and let 'em out."

"Y-yes. Of course." Illa moved her hands around to the girl's back, quickly finding the clasp and unhooking it. The fabric got loose instantly, the breasts it was containing sagging just slightly as gravity took hold. She pulled the bra forward, the straps sliding down the woman's arms. Mae pulled her arms all the way out, the fabric only staying in place by Illa's hands. The vixen pulled it away a moment later, dropping the bra to the floor. She took a breath as she got her first look at them bare. They were a lovely sight to behold. Her hands again rested against the soft mounds, giving them a gentle squeeze, hefting their weight. "They're lovely."

Mae smirked. "Thanks." She reached down to start working at the belt to her jeans.

When Illa heard the buckle, she glanced down to see the woman starting to work at the waist of her jeans. "O-oh, no. Y-you don't need to take those off. Like I said, no gay stuff. So the pants can stay on."

The hybrid chuckled. "No, trust me, they need to come off." She pulled the waist open and started to push them down.

"No, they really don't!" Illa backed up a step. "I already told you that I'm not- OH... my gods you have a penis!"

Mae sighed as she pushed her jeans down, letting her cock finally free from the tight, constraining confines of the denim. Though it was still covered in a pair of lacy boyshorts. Well, sort of covered. It was already hard, the tip poking out of one side. "Ah... that's better." She tossed the jeans to the side, though they hit the edge of the bed instead of the floor. Looking back at the woman, she saw the shocked look on her face. "Oh, yeah. You saw my profile, right? Should have said I'm shemale. It's why they recommended me to you. No cunt, so no gay stuff. Just tits and a cock."

Illa had her eyes fixed onto the cock just poking free from the admittedly cute pair of underwear. "I... um... m-must have missed that part..." She really had not expected this part. Part of her wanted to call this off now... but that cock was... big. Definitely bigger than her husband's by quite a lot. Not just in length, but it was thick. Though the tip poking free was pointed.

"You can touch it."

The vixen flinched. "W-what?"

Mae smirked. "My cock. You can touch it. You paid for all of me, not just my tits."

"O-oh..." She was not sure, though. "I-I don't know... I... just wanted to play with your breasts."

The hybrid chuckled. "Alright. Your money." She reached down, sliding the undies down her muscular legs, letting her cock spring fully free. "Still going to let this guy free. Gets very uncomfortable being all trapped like that." She tossed the undies with the rest of the clothing, then turned and crawled onto the bed. Illa got a good view of the dangling set of balls hanging under the cock from that view. Then Mae turned, sitting herself down up near the pillows. "So, how about you also get yourself undressed. At least to your undies. I promise, you'll feel a little more comfortable if I'm not the only one naked. Then you can play with my tits all you want. If you decide to have some more fun... well, like I said. You paid for all of me."

Illa nodded, though still seemed a little nervous. Eventually, she did decide to go ahead and strip herself down a little. She had always remained fully dressed during these, but maybe if she did strip down, she might feel a little less uncomfortable... maybe. It was worth trying once, at least. "Sure..." She cleared her throat, then started to pull her blouse up. Mae had a very nice figure, toned and shapely. Illa was a bit jealous. As she pulled her shirt up, it showed her slightly pudgy belly. She had never managed to get rid of the extra pounds being pregnant put on her, even 21 years later. Her bra was also nowhere near as fancy, just a simple thing of creamy white. Though it was a pretty expensive thing, since it had to be specially ordered to support the massive breasts it held.

She hesitated a moment before also starting to remove her slacks. She was not sure why she was doing that, but she decided to anyway. Her legs were also somewhat soft, nowhere near as muscular or toned as the hooker's. Her panties were also pretty simple, just a cotton pair in lavender. Her bushy tail swayed back and forth behind her as she set the slacks down on the floor. "So... um... sorry I'm not very... pretty."

Mae laughed at her. "What are you talking about. You've got the perfect MILF body. A few extra pounds looks great." She saw the blush showing through the woman's cheeks. "And besides. I've seen some real fat fuckers before. And some skinny twigs. I think you're just lovely." She nodded to the empty part of the bed. "But c'mon. Hop on." She hefted her own chest a little. "These girls won't play with themselves."

Illa actually managed to laugh, indeed feeling a little more comfortable now. "Right." She quickly climbed up onto the bed, sitting in front of the hybrid. She reached out and took hold of the presented chest, running her hands along them, hefting the weight, and gently squeezing. She saw the nipples just poking through the short white fur. She also trailed her fingers to the side, along the stripe lines. "So... um... I hope it's not rude to ask..."

"What I'm a hybrid of?" The fox nodded. "Nah, not rude. Though feel free to be rude to me if it gets you going." She winked. "But anyway. My mother was a deer, so that's the bigger part. My father... he was also a hybrid."

Illa blinked, surprised. "Wait, I thought hybrids were sterile!?" She flinched as soon as that was out of her mouth. "Uh... I-I mean..."

Mae laughed softly. "It's fine. It's not exactly true, though. Hybrids aren't sterile, it's just very, very hard to get someone knocked up. Hard enough that it might as well be impossible. So I'm kind of an anomaly." Illa nodded, though the next question was written all over her face. "Oh, and my dad was a zebra/tiger hybrid. Don't worry, I don't have any claws." She pointed to her feet... or, well, hooves. "Do still have these cloppers, though." The vixen nodded, though she really didn't have an interest in feet... or hooves. "What about you? I said you've got a real MILF body, but is that true? You a mom?"

Illa tensed for a moment. "Is... it normal to ask that kind of thing? None of the other girls did..."

Mae shrugged. "Probably not, just curious. Don't tell me if you don't want to. Hell, you can slap the shit out of me and tell me to shut up if you want."

The vixen flinched again. "Oh! N-no, I won't do that!" She ran her fingers along the underside of the large chest. "I don't like to hurt people... just want to enjoy these." She cleared her throat. "But yes, I am a mother. My daughter is 21 now. Off in college."

"And your husband? Guessing he doesn't quite... satisfy?"

Again, the woman flinched. "How did..." She looked at her own left hand, her wedding ring on her finger. "Oh, you saw my ring." She sighed slightly as she squeezed the breasts. "He's... he's still good in bed, though I will say not packing anything close to what you are!" Mae laughed. "But he is still a lovely man. Treats me right, and... I do love him dearly. But..."

Mae smirked. "But he wouldn't understand your love of other women's chests?" Illa nodded slowly. "I get it." She reached out, gently brushing her hand against the set still clad in a bra, making the vixen gasp slightly. "It's hard to resist playing with these big knockers sitting in front of me."

Illa's fingers rested against Mae's chest. After a moment, she said. "I... guess you can, then. M-maybe..."

The hybrid grinned. "How about this." She leaned closer, and for a moment, Illa thought the woman was going to kiss her. Instead, the hands reached around to unclasp the hefty bra. Instantly, gravity yanked them down, making them sag and bounce a little. The bra was pulled away swiftly, tossed to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothing. Mae then reached out and gently rested her hands against the hefty set, fingers somewhat sinking into the soft tissue. Illa let out a soft gasp, resisting a moan. "You tell me to stop, and I'll stop. But we can play with each other's tits."

Illa nodded, smiling a little. "Okay..." She focused her attention on the set in front of her, squeezing and fondling them. But she couldn't help but let out little moans as the hybrid also played with hers. Her hands were so good, squeezing and rubbing against her in just the right ways. Made sense, with a big set of her own, she would know the best ways to make them feel nice. Mae also let out soft little moans from time to time, and Illa could not help but notice the cock sitting between them. It was rock hard now, pulsing with eagerness, and twitching every so often. She was also picking up the scent from it. Somewhat musky, still somewhat feminine, but with a powerful, almost masculine edge. The kind that made her tail twitch and sway, and her pussy get damp. She was sure there was probably a visible wet spot by now.

"You sure you don't want to try it?" The fox gave Mae a confused look. "My cock. You keep looking at it." Said cock twitched when it was mentioned, as if demanding the attention.

Illa blushed again. "O-oh... um... I..." She actually paused. "I've never thought about that. I mean, I love my husband..." Her voice trailed off.

Mae picked up on it. "But you're curious what something so big would feel like?" The vixen nodded slowly. "Well, most people would already consider fondling someone's chest going too far, so why not go all the way. It's not like he's going to know unless you tell him, right?" The older woman let out an indecisive grunt. "Or are you afraid that you'll never be able to be satisfied by something smaller again?"

The vixen flinched, though when she saw the cheeky grin the hybrid was giving her, she couldn't help but giggle. "It's not that. L-like I said, I'm not gay, so..."

Mae shrugged. "And you're not licking a cunt or anything, so it's not gay, is it? Even if it's a femcock, it's still a cock... Promise it won't feel more girly."

Illa looked away, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I... don't know..."

Mae could tell she did want to, but was holding herself back for whatever reason. "How about this then." She shifted, moving around Illa and gently pushing her down onto her back. Illa didn't resist being moved around at all, quickly finding herself staring up at the doe... tiger... horse... hybrid. "You try it out. If you don't like it, then tell me to stop, and then we just spend the rest of our time playing with our breasts. But if you do like it... well, then you can enjoy yourself." She smiled a little more, her hands resting gently against the waist of Illa's panties. "And you can keep playing with my tits even if you do like it."

The vixen took a moment to think about it, but could not deny just how turned on she was right now. So she nodded. "Okay... just... go slow. I've never had anything... that big."

Mae smiled down at her. "You'll love it. I promise." She hooked her fingers into the cotton panties, slowly dragging them down the woman's soft legs. She saw the glistening arousal on the pussy lips once they were revealed, and could smell her desperate arousal. For all her constant denial, this MILF was definitely turned on by the idea of being with a woman. Or maybe it was just the big, throbbing femcock she was so turned on by. But even with it hovering over her sex, the woman's eyes still kept flicking back up to the large set of tits dangling over her. "You ready then?"

Illa nodded. "Y-yes." She tensed up as the pointed tip poked at her sex, then let out a gasping moan as it pushed deeper, parting her lips. "Oh... gods it's... so much bigger than Dalyn..." It seemed to just keep going, sliding deeper and deeper into her. And it was definitely thicker than her husband's, spreading her far more, but not so much it hurt. When Mae's hips bumped against hers, the entire length now stuffed all the way inside of her, she couldn't stop the cry of pleasure.

Mae giggled. "So, you want me to stop then? Or do you want me to keep going?"

"K-keep going..."

The hybrid grinned wider. "Of course." She reached down, taking hold of Illa's hands and bringing them up to rest upon her dangling breasts. "And keep playing with these." Illa nodded, happily giving the tits a firm squeeze, getting a moan from the hybrid in return. Then she let out another cry of pleasure of her own as the woman's hips started to move. The cock slid back, only to be thrust deep inside of her again. It filled her so much that she could feel the throbbing and every twitch. "Mmm, for a mom, you're still nice and tight, too. Your husband doesn't go very hard, does he?"

Illa shook her head. "N-no... He can... sometimes, but he's usually very gentle and... ahh!" She cried out as the cock was suddenly rammed deep in a hard thrust. "Oh... gods... m-more of that!"

Mae laughed softly, doing as she was told. Her hips started to pump harder, her hips slapping against Illa's. Her hefty balls smacked against the woman each time she struck deep, feeling those inner walls already clinging and quivering around her. This woman was so repressed, she couldn't help but get into being fucked hard. "Don't hold yourself back. Let it all go." She leaned down a little, pressing her breasts against Illa's, squashing them together. This made the vixen let out a shuddering moan, especially as their nipples rubbed against each other. "Let me hear how much you love having my big cock fucking your tight cunt. How much you love my heavy tits rubbing against your massive knockers."

Illa wanted to protest that last part, but she couldn't. She could only cry out in pleasure as the cock kept striking deep. "Y-yes! I-I love feeling you deep inside of me!" She cried out again. She could swear it felt like that rod was hitting deeper every time.

Mae leaned forward a little more, her face getting closer. "And you love having a shemale on top of you, my femcock buried in your slutty cunt." She grunted as her hips moved hard and fast. Her words got that pussy squeezing a little more around her. "Feels like you're getting close." Illa nodded, unable to hold herself back, moaning and crying out. "Do it. Cum for me. Cum all over my shaft as I fuck you harder than your husband ever could."

"Oh gods... yes! Don't stop!" She begged, unable to stop the oncoming climax. The pressure built up, her muscles tensing more and more, until it finally hit a breaking point. She cried out loud as everything tensed up, her pudgy belly and legs quivering and shivering as she came. The breasts against her own were pressed down harder, squashing together. Then her eyes snapped open as a mouth was pressed to hers in a kiss. Not a little peck, either, but a deep kiss. She wanted to protest, to shout at the hybrid to stop, to repeat that she wasn't gay, to stop! Instead, her lips parted, pushing back into the kiss, even accepting as the tongue toyed against her own. It made her cum that much harder, squeezing around the cock throbbing and pulsing inside of her. She could tell Mae was also getting close, and she wanted to pull back, to tell her not to cum inside!

Then she learned that would never be a problem. Pain suddenly hit her. Oddly cold and hot at the same time. Her breath was suddenly robbed as a metallic taste hit her tongue. Then a horrible wetness followed. Her eyes snapped open wide, pupils a pinprick as she realized what was happening. When Mae pulled back, she gave her a horrified look, pleading with her gaze, needing to know why the knife was in her throat. "Fuck! You sluts clamp up so tight when you get stabbed!" Mae pressed her hands against the woman's shoulders to keep her pinned down, her hips slamming harder. "Fuck... oh fuck!"

Mae threw her head back as she came, plunging her cock as deep as she could. It throbbed, jerked, and started to spit and spray her seed deep into the dying woman's pussy. She grabbed the knife lodged into Illa's neck, pushing it in deeper, cutting more of the woman's throat open. The flow of blood increased even more, gushing out of her neck and drooling onto the bed, almost spraying out of the widening wound. "Fuck yes! Die for me, you stupid slut!" She cried out again as she pumped more of her spunk inside the clenching cunt.

She didn't bother explaining anything to the woman as she gurgled her last under her. Instead, she just held her down, pinned down enough that she couldn't fight back, but enough that she could watch the fox start to really shake as she died. It made her jiggle in all the right ways. Her pudgy belly shivered, and her huge tits wobbled and quivered about as the trembling took over. She saw her gaze go from staring at her in a panicked terror to staring at nothing, fixed instead on some point behind her as they lost all focus. Soon, the light of any consciousness left her gaze, even while her body continued to shake and struggle to stay alive. A futile struggle, as so much blood was already coating her fur and the sheets under her.

The shivering did eventually slow to a stop. Mae grunted, pumping her hips a little bit again to milk the last of her orgasm out. Then she finally pulled her cock free, her cum drooling out after her. She shifted to slap her messy cock against the dead fox's belly, tip drooling a little more cum into her fur. She shifted forward, pressing her cock between those massive tits and rubbing against them. "Ah... these really are a nice set." She sighed softly. "On, and for the record, you totally were gay. Well, bi, but I'm sure you thought that was the same thing." She chuckled a little as she continued to clean her shaft off on the huge tits. "Really shouldn't deny it. It's not healthy." She chuckled again, reaching out to pull the knife free from the vixen's throat.

She continued to rub herself between the tits. "I'm going to have a little more fun with these. But then I need to get you ready. Oh, but don't worry. I'll be taking a souvenir. Your husband was very specific about that in the contract." She grinned even more, looking forward to what came next.

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Dalyn hurried to the front door when he heard the doorbell. When he pulled it open, he saw the woman standing there. A hybrid of some kind, dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans, a cooler in her hand. This was the first time he had actually met Mae in person. "Um... you're... Ms. Showers?"

She nodded. "Yup. Mind if I come in? I'm sure you don't want to have this talk on your stoop."

The older fox nodded, stepping out of the way to let her inside. "Y-yes, please. Come in." The woman entered swiftly, and he closed the door behind him. "Um... let's talk in the kitchen. It's just over here." He led her the short way to the kitchen, motioning to the dining table. "Would... you like a drink?"

She shook her head as she set the plastic cooler down on the table, dropping into a chair. "Nah, but thanks."

"Alright..." He still went about getting himself a glass and pouring something very hard into it. He would definitely need it. "So... um... it's all done?"

Mae nodded again. "Yup." She nudged the cooler closer, but he only looked at it, not opening it yet. "In just a little while, you'll probably be getting a call from the cops. They'll have found your wife. Or what's left of her. Real tragic. Seems she was driving home when her car was struck by a semi. The trucker had fallen asleep at the wheel and smashed into her. Both went over the edge of the highway. And since the truck was a tanker full of petrol, the whole thing turned into one massive fireball. Her body was pretty badly burnt up, but she likely already died before then. In fact, probably instantly in the crash, so she didn't suffer."

Dalyn blinked as he heard all of this. It was spoken with a monotone voice, as if recited many times. "W-wha... how..."

The woman shrugged. "Oh, don't worry. That's just the cover. I executed her like you asked."

He nodded, then downed the entire glass in one go. He [i]definitely[/i] needed it. "I believe you, but... what the hell? You set up a whole massive incident to cover this up!? How did you even manage that!?"

Mae smiled. "Funny thing about cars these days. They've got so many electronics in them. With some knowhow and the right friends, you can get them to do the craziest things." She shifted, putting her hooves up on the table and crossing her ankles. "I don't normally go quite so far, but the trucker was another asshole I needed to deal with. So it was a twofer. Don't worry, no extra charge for that, he was a separate contract." She shrugged. "And hey, now it's a tragic accident that killed your wife, so you should be getting a pretty hefty insurance payout from it. Enough that it will cover my cost and then some, I would think."

He just stared at her. "I... how did you know about our life insurance?"

She shrugged. "You've got a nice house, and you're a pretty affluent guy. Not super wealthy, but I know your types. You always get life insurance. Especially now that you're getting a little older."

He nodded slowly. "Fair enough..."

She grinned. "Plus, if you play your cards right, you could probably sue the petrol company for... I dunno, negligence or something. A fancy lawyer would help that. And once you've made a charitable donation of 50 thousand to the Mae Flowers Foundation... that's me, by the way... it will look really great." A fake charity was one of the many ways she had in place to cover for people hiring her as a hitman. Most people didn't look into it very hard.

He nearly fell over. "L-lawyer!?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. The company killed your wife. You're a grieving husband and all that." She swung her hooves off of the table and sat up straight again. "Now, I'm sure whatever lawyer you get will tell you this, too, but the company is going to want to make a settlement out of court. Probably a couple of million, since someone died and they'll want to sweep it under the rug as fast as possible. I [i]highly[/i] recommend you take whatever deal they offer you. Yes, you could probably get more if you took it to court, but they will start digging. And I promise, they will find dirt. And you don't want them finding me." There was a threatening edge to her voice.

He shook his head. "N-no... I don't..." He was still reeling from all of this. Before he could stop himself, he had to ask. "Why... why are you doing all this for me?"

Mae shrugged, pushing herself up to her hooves. "I'm not. Just letting you know." She glanced at the refrigerator, seeing the picture of a young fox pinned to it. "Plus, I'm sure your daughter will be grieving. She doesn't know about your wife's cheating. She'll just know she lost her mom in a horrible accident. And I've got a soft spot for girls like that." She shrugged. "This way is better than her learning her mother was murdered after getting fucked. Speaking of which..." She tapped the cooler. "Enjoy your 'souvenirs.'" She turned and walked away. "I expect the money to be transferred by the end of the month. Or your daughter will be mourning both parents." With that last chilling threat spoken, she walked right back out of the house, the door closing behind her.

Dalyn just sat there, letting the words sink in. As jovial and casual as the woman was, she was... very intimidating. After getting himself a second drink, and quickly downing it, he finally turned to the cooler she had left. He pushed the lid open, cold mist floating out the moment he did. Looking inside, he smirked. Sitting atop a load of ice was a massive pair of bloody breasts, covered in white and orange fur. Illa's, of course. She was always so proud of them. He thought it was kind of fitting that this was the only thing of her to survive... so to speak. Though he wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with them.

...Well, he had one idea, once they warmed back up a little. He always did love a good titfuck.

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