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It is the early morning as Vanilla sleepily creeps down the staircase to a dimly lit foyer. She rubs her tired eyes with her paws, partially annoyed that they have to get up so early to beat the traffic. Her eyes squint as she cocks her head, peering at the silhouette of her man in front of the window. “You know, it isn't fair how you can be so full of energy right whenever you wake up!" Vanilla playfully huffs as she crosses her arms. She has always had trouble waking up in the morning, probably the reason why she enjoys the nightshift at their local library so much.

Without interrupting his morning stretches in front of the living room window, Beryl smiles as he gazes at Vanilla's tired expression in the reflection. Even though she had just gotten out of bed, her beauty - well let's be honest, sex appeal radiates like the summer sun. Vanilla loves wearing Beryl extra large shirts to bed, and only his extra large shirts. “It's like a night gown, I don't even need pants!"

He remembers her saying one night before climbing into bed. She looks so comfy in his clothes. The baggy nature teases the eyes by making the on-looker guess just how curvy and devious their beauty is. He can feel his cock twitch within his sweatpants. His mouth begins to salivate. They were supposed to have sex the night before, but had agreed that saving all their energy for the morning was the most responsible thing to do. Beryl noticed that night, both he and Vanilla went to bed a little sad. Vanilla snaps her fingers and pulls Beryl out of his daydreaming.

“Man, maybe you aren't really awake. It's a good thing I'm treating both of us to coffee, and it's an even better thing we packed the car the night before. I'm gonna be so comfy cozy, this audio book's gonna slap, and we can jam out to that new album I was going to show you…" Vanilla tends to get lost in her own excitement. It always keeps Beryl in a surprisingly present positive mood.

Beryl silences his better half by kissing her right on the lips, and then gingerly on the forehead. “You sure get a burst of energy when it's beach day! Good thing we're getting on the road early! We should get to Sand Village in about 2 or 3 hours tops!" Beryl's white fur jostles with delight as he shakes Vanilla with excitement.

Vanilla's smile fades, but then grows quizzical. “I thought you said an hour? We were going to have time to ourselves before your parents get there." She pouts her lip and pushes up her chest slightly, revealing just how cool it was in their house. Her nipples jut outward against the fabric just begging for attention. Beryl loses focusses for a split second and swallows.

“I had found a better resort and it's somewhat cheaper too! Don't worry, you'll enjoy the scenic route on the way. I even convinced my folks to just get an adjacent room down the hall closer to the elevator." She smiles warmly and nuzzles her chin against his chest. She can smell his morning musk. His morning sweat calms her, but also gets her going. She can feel how wet she is starting to feel.

“Darling you are just too sweet. Let's get going because I feel like I could die any minute from lack of coffee!" Vanilla guides Beryl out of the house and down to their car. She patiently waits for Beryl to open her door. It was just a niche little thing he did when they first started dating. It was never brought up why he does it, but neither side plans to stop the benevolent behavior. From behind, Beryl watches as she climbs into the front passenger seat. Her ass sticking out coaxing him closer while she organizes her road trip belongings. His cock pulses, wishing that they had opted for a quickie that morning.

The two make it to their local gas station and stock up on the various sweet n salty snacks as well as caffeinated beverages. Beryl sets up their guidance system before pulling out of the parking lot. He listens to the local traffic reports, notifying him on what routes to avoid. Vanilla pipes up from under her blanket, “Beryl boo, can we listen to some of my music on the car speakers?" She casts puppydog eyes in his direction knowing that she can't flash her figure while bundled up in the car.

He frowns and adjusts the volume on the car radio to better converse. “In a little bit okay? I need to find out where this crash is and then we can listen!" Vanilla's cheeks puff and she mumbles incoherently to herself while pulling out a set of black headphones from her tote bag. Beryl had gotten these for her as a Christmas gift. Hers were falling apart and he was more concerned about how Vanilla would feel if they broke on her when she needed them the most. The foam padding fits snugly between her ears. Vanilla coddles herself tighter into a blanket cocoon. Eyes closed, she begins to listen to her audio book.

Beryl glances over at his better half and smirks, meeting his own eye contact in the rearview mirror of the car. “She's not one for patience, but I don't blame her." He says in his head while finally tuning the radio to connect via bluetooth. The traffic only reported a minor accident on an alternate route, far from the scenic one Beryl had in mind. When he connects Vanilla's phone to the car, he begins to hear her audiobook playing instead of her recent summer playlist she had put together for this very trip. His eyes grow wide and his heart begins to race as her most recent pleasure book dances amongst his ear drums.

His throbbing cock rubs against the very tip of my pussy. The head oozes out his sweet juices. The smell of it sends me into overdrive. I must have his cock I cry out in pure desperation. I must.

Beryl changes the source of audio back to the local traffic, but turns down the volume to not startle his Vanilla. Beryl's heart skips a beat, but in his mind he can not stop thinking about the shear wanton she is possibly expressing. “Possibly…" Beryl thinks, “She has read those kinds of books any time any day, in the mood or not. I'm sure it's just her way of passing the time." He steadies his breathing and enables cruise control while on the highway. He passes various billboards advertising delicious ranch flavored carrot chips, a vacation that is too cheap to be legal, and an advert from a local casino; a well kept lion perched on a stool with the name 'Lloyd Greenland'. Vanilla loves country music and Beryl actually took her to see Lloyd live in concert after he had gotten back from a research trip. She missed him a lot then, so to show how much she means to him he surprised her with the tickets. “You know, he's well known for romantic songs. Could it be she listened to him most often while he is gone?" His curiosity beckons his paw to play with the radio dial. Vanilla wouldn't stop an audio book so suddenly to listen to music, but just Beryl linking the two thoughts together is enough to send him into a spiral. He looks over at his woman and tries to identify what exactly she is doing. He hears a soft murmur that could possibly be mistaken for a sound of pleasure. The curiosity makes him lose focus on driving, causing him to swerve slightly. Vanilla partially removes the blanket from around her shoulders and looks at Beryl.

“You alright to drive hun? You look tired." Vanilla places a paw on Beryl's. He can feel the warm pads of her paw against his fur. However, a warm wet sensation seeps its way down his fur. He adjusts his paw and holds hers to look into Vanilla's eyes. Her cheeks are already blushing. Beryl internally begins imagining how Vanilla is trying to sneakily rub her pussy in the car. His cock begins to rub against the inside of his sweatpants. He lets out a subtle groan before clearing his throat.

“No babes, that is quite alright. Just thought I saw a piece of trash on the road. Didn't mean to disturb." He rubs his fingers along her moist palm. Nothing more than slow circular motions with the tip of his claw. Vanilla resumes her comfortable position and begins adjusting her right arm. From what Beryl can tell, it sits in front of her chest below her stomach. He can feel her begin to mimic his circular motion, while occasionally gripping slightly. Vanilla moans once more, just a tad louder than before. Beryl, now completely entranced by the siren song, turns the radio dial back to bluetooth.

He pleases and teases all night long. The thought of his rough manly paws gliding up my inner thigh sends me over the edge. My pussy drenches my panties. How could he not feel how wet I am? If we leave the party now I might be able to have dessert all to myself.

He turns it back. Beryl can feel his cock harden, now obviously jutting out beyond his legs. Vanilla could see it if she glances over. His dirty little secret would be blown. His spiral into insanity is halted by her squeezing his paw slightly. Usually she does this to let him know she's there and present. In their relationship they have had stints of parallel interaction, but nonverbally. Squeezing his paw was a sign to know she notices his presence and loves him. Beryl's cheeks get hot and red, he could tell how flustered he looked in the side mirror. At this point, they were about a quarter of the way through their trip. The scenic route is less populated, but makes the trip a little longer.

He stares at his wife in the passenger seat. She's rhythmically rubbing the lower middle part of her body. Just by stretching out of his seat a little bit, Beryl could see over the blanket; Vanilla's white fur dripping in sweat, and her softly biting her bottom lip. He slows down his cruise control to the speed limit and adjusts once more in his seat. “Was the seat belt tighter than before?" He ponders as he shifts his gaze at his own crotch, he could see a small darker piece of fabric at the very tip. Beryl shyly looks away and attempts to focus on the road once more.

Normally, when Beryl feels that when he unintentionally wrongs Vanilla he would need to fix it. He swallows some saliva and thinks, “Come on Vanny, there's something special I want us to fuck. If she could wait just a little longer." He sighs for a moment and reflects on the weeks leading up to their vacation.

For a while, they were saving money. They both worked extra shifts to pull together the necessary funds for the vacation. This impacted their own social calendars, and more importantly their intimacy schedule. Maybe there was a moment on a weekend where there was enough time or energy where Beryl could eat Vanny out or Vanny could suck Beryl off, but it did not come as often to satisfy their cravings.

“Maybe." His heart skips a beat. “Maybe we just vastly extend the wind up." Beryl smirks before reciprocating the similar squeeze Vanilla has been doing. His eyes fixated on the road, but his mind is fixated on his woman. He slowly turns the radio dial back to bluetooth, casting his wife's wanton to the entire car. His paw lands on the outside of her blanket and crawls inside. Beryl could feel the immediate change in climate. Her warmth created a humid atmosphere, flushing her hormone vapors out the various crevices in her cocoon of comfort. Vanilla's silky breasts attract his paw. She could feel Beryls rough calloused pads gingerly grope and tease her nipple. “I never even saw her take off her shirt, how did she even do that?!" Beryl screams internally with arousal. “Naughty girl, not inviting me to the party sooner." Beryl growls in hopes Vanilla could hear him. Part of the blanket falls off her shoulders and he could see she only had one headphone covering her ears. Beryl notices a smile on Vanilla's vulnerable face. She now audibly moans in pleasure.

“Took you long enough to know hot stuff." Vanilla snides cheekily. She drops the covers from her shoulders entirely, letting them lay on either side of the seat. “I know you can multitask darling. How does my good boy play games so well?" She guides Beryl's paw across her chest and down past her chubby belly. Then, slowly, Vanilla uses Beryl's pad to softly rub her clit. The shock surprises her so much, her leg muscles flex. “You owe me big boy, make it worth it." She sticks out her tongue and then proceeds to blow a kiss towards Beryl. His mind is racing with excitement. Attempting to focus on the road, listen to the highly sexual erotica narrating over the car speakers, and now pleasuring his woman overload his brain. He can feel the head of his cock stretch out farther, and begins leaking more precum. Beryl winces due to just how sensitive his tip has become.

He swiftly picks me up off my feet. His scales show how manly he truly is. From his forearms to that rugged beard, he could make me scream anything. I would do it all for this man. Just let me worship that monster in your pants. I'll be the princess as long as you're the dragon.

Vanilla's legs clench around Beryl's paw. The warm liquid nectar moistens the fur around his paw, mixing with his own sweat. He slowly circles around her hole, like a shark circling its prey. Beryl can feel Vanilla's pussy pulsating with absolute delight. She releases her paw from Beryl's wrist as she starts to grope her right breast. Her tongue swirls and dances about, starting a ballroom dance of sexual fantasy within her mind. Vanilla moans louder, stretching her legs in her seat. He finally inserts his finger into her pussy, slowly going in and out of her hole. Her scent is sweet like nectar to him. Beryl needs to let his cock breathe, he can't stand the constriction any longer. He focuses back on the road for a split moment to make sure there was no immediate danger before swiftly shimmying down his sweat pants just below his balls. The cool AC entering the vehicle kisses the sweat around his crotch. It's a relief for the time being.

Beryl adds another finger to pleasure his wife. She can feel the thickness double in size. Vanilla flinches for a moment, but then relaxes. Beryl's two fingers stretch her out while she teases her most sensitive areas. Vanilla has become so audible in her pleasure it rivals the audio spewing from the speakers. Beryl curves his fingers up slightly to add to her overwhelmed excitement. If he had a third arm or one of those self-driving cars, he would be stroking his cock from tip to shaft.

Tossing me on the bed like I weighed nothing, how informal. Though his eyes - His eyes show he cares for me. Like a puma pouncing their prey he leaps on top of me. I could feel his courage laying against my thigh. God it could be 6 inches at least. The only thing better than one cock is two, but I know how to show my gratitude towards such a sizable gift.

The urge to pull over to the side of the road and pleasure his better half nags at him every second. They are just about 10 minutes from the entrance to the scenic route. If Vanilla can handle his advances just a little while longer, they can enjoy themselves in privacy. Vanilla removes her paw from pleasuring her clit and adjusts Beryl's rhythm. She increases how deep he thrusts into her. Beryl can feel his precum dribbling down his shaft. “I want you to fuck me! Fill me up here!"Vanilla cries. Her breathing is fragmented and she closes her eyes in an attempt to prolong her euphoria.

His eyes dart between the road and his prone wife. It's roughly 5 minutes to the perfect spot Beryl remembers. It's a rest area and fishing pier. Fortunately its bathrooms are closed, so a lot of travelers would not rest here. As for the fisherman, it's out of season for the only thing that you're allowed to keep. The sun is about a quarter into the sky and it casts a ray of light across the water. The waves reflect rainbows into the mist near the coastline. If there ever is a spot Beryl wanted to make it up to her, it would be there. His romantic daydreaming is interrupted by the shrill moans emanating from the speakers.

His cock feels snug in my wet honeypot. I can feel his precum coating the insides. His sweat drips onto my chest and runs down my sides. His eyes stare into mine as I cup my paws around his face pulling him in closer for our tongues to clash. My legs clutch and pull him closer, I want him deeper into me. I want him to be mine.

The vacant rest area is 2 minutes away. Beryl can hardly contain his arousal. He spreads his fingers within Vanilla's pussy, interacting with every sensitive square centimeter of her insides. He groans softly at her side awaiting for his ever important moment in the spotlight for his lead in the duet. “We're so close to - to your surprise. The real reason we took the scenic route. We both have had exhausting weeks darling, so why not insert a siesta before the vacation gets really bumping." Beryl's sunglasses reflect the morning sun into Vanilla's eyes. She looks over at her husband and imagines his meaty cock massaging her insides. She adjusts her paws once more, one now gripping Beryl's cock and the other teasing her clit.

“You better fill me up baby, I want to feel it all." Vanilla seductively whispers to Beryl as she plays with the underside of his head. “But I get to have a taaaaaaste…" Vanilla moans longing for his dick. Her paw slides with ease up and down his shaft thanks to her own juices. “What a gorgeous place to get stuffed honeybee. All to ourselves too." She juggles his balls in her paw; resting each testicle on a different soft and silky pad. Beryl pulls into the welcome center and parks the car parallel to the road with the driver side facing the baron stretch of blacktop. Beryl did not even take a moment to turn off the car or adjust his pants so his erection wouldn't sway in the summer morning. In one swift motion Beryl swings Vanilla's car door open and forcibly rotates her body to face him. Vanilla removed the blanket from her body, exposing her entire naked self to her partner. “Why don't you eat me out fir-" Vanilla's command is cut off by Beryl picking up the lower half of her body with ease and grips her tight.

“Don't you tell me how to enjoy my morning dessert." His voice grows raspy, hitting every nerve correctly against her brain. Vanilla stares at the slow moving clouds above their heads. She remembers teasing Beryl once about how his fur and body reminds her of those same comfy clouds moving overhead. The narration continues against the landscape. She can feel his long tongue use every muscle to massage her clit. It swells, awaiting more lustful touch. She tastes just how he remembers those weeks ago. Savory but always a little sweet, he remembers she has a habit of drinking citrus juice religiously when summer hits. After a while, his muscles begin to tense. Beryl slowly lays Vanilla down back in her seat as he kneels down before her. He rests her thick thighs on his shoulders and props his paws under her curvy ass. He slightly gropes and spreads her cheeks apart, teasing for what she so longingly craves. Beryl shoves his snout deeper between her legs. He can feel his tooth's smooth surface grinding against her clit. The very deep inside of her privates taste the most delicious. He violently thrashes about his tongue. Every noise Vanilla made was absorbed by the ocean's waves crashing against the pier. Every noise Vanilla made was remembered by Beryl, motivating him to continue his dance with love.

He opens his eyes and peers upwards towards his beloved. The morning iridescent glow of the horizon magnifies the color her fur brings out. Her soft white fur, matted with sweat and love, covers a steadily breathing chest. Vanilla squeezes her soft warm thighs against Beryl's head, crushing him endearingly. She taps repeatedly on his head when she begins to quiver. “If you do that any more I won't get to enjoy the real show! Give it to me now darling, I've been good!" Vanilla rolls on her back and rests her legs higher on the car door. She spreads her pussy open with two digits, exposing a connecting line of precum between her lips. “You already warmed up the engine darling. Take her for a spin!" Beryl nods in agreement and looms before her.

She guides his cock towards her legs. Beryl rests it at the tip of her pussy. He taps and rubs his head against her stomach and seductively moans, “All this is going to fit in there? Since when are you a magician?" He grabs her legs and once more rests them by his ears. The head of his dick stares at the entrance of her pussy. The two pulsate with delight and throb with excitement. Beryl inserts his cock and slowly thrusts in and out, making sure Vanilla feels every inch of his love inside her. Beryl can hear the audiobook still playing throughout the car.

What a naughty boy you are, not asking if I wanted to cum first. However, the vast increase in sensitivity to one's head is such a tantalizing treat their partner is sure to cum soon enough. Deep inside me he knots, hooking our bodies together like puzzle pieces. How fitting, he completes me. His arms pull me in with each subsequent thrust. I'll cum now, I'll cum then, as long as I am with him I will cum.

Vanilla grips the sides of her seat with all her might. She forgets how much he grows if left unattended. Often she figures she purposefully forgets, but come the next day it's engraved in her mind. She opens her eyes and stares up at her husband. She can feel her large breasts swaying about with each thrust. She can see his chubby body ripple against hers, but flex some muscle at the same time. He exudes a sense of care and strength about him when they fuck. Beryl's emotions during sex confirm his protective and loving nature. He puts others before himself even in nonsensical things like this. She warmly smiles up at him and moans his name, “Beryl….". His thrusts add intense pressure against her womb. “You're so deep, baby. I want you to keep going. Fill me up until I'm leaking!" She cries out in utter depravity.

Beryl quickens his pace, focusing on perpetuating a constant rhythm. He rests his head against her paw and begins to tease the pads of her paws with his tongue. Her moans grow louder and demand more satisfaction. Beryl wraps his tongue around each pad systematically. He alternates where his focus lies until she becomes a puddle of euphoric puddy. She pushes against his cock, begging for any additional centimeter he could give. “I love y-you." He groans and grovels between thrusts as his breathing becomes more erratic. He can feel his leg muscles starting to cramp, but he continues on his pursuit.

We lay in a puddle on his bed of our own juices. Our saliva, our sweat, our cum. Within the concoction of our love a fire is created. It burns with the fuel of passion and devotion. He makes me feel warm and at ease. I make him feel wanted and cared for. Is that not what a great relationship is? My eyelids grow heavy and I fade into the sound of silence.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fill me up baby, I need it all! Breed me!" Vanilla yelps as she can feel his warm semen flood into her hole. It gushes out the sides as Beryl thrusts a couple extra times. She can feel her muscles clench onto his shaft as her legs pull him in. His thrusting sends him into another orgasm which brings Vanilla over the edge. She can feel his seed deep within her body. “Give me a taste baby! I want to know what kind of flavor you're packing!" She leans forward and practically stuffs his semen coated cock down her throat. She gurgles and spurts as Vanilla bobs her head and back and forth. Her tongue swirls like a vortex around his shaft. She teases the sensitive underside of his head, and then the very tip of his penis. Beryl can hardly contain himself, he bellows and roars with all his might. He releases his grip on her legs and holds the hair away from her face with his thumbs. Beryl's paws are warm against her rosy face. She grips Beryl's ass like he did to her as Vanilla shoves his crotch into her face. It glides against the surface of her tongue with ease, hanging at the back of her throat like a worm on a hook. Beryl's face wrinkles as his legs partially give out. He braces himself against the passenger seat and pumps a couple more times down her throat. Slightly bitter with a little salt. At the beginning of their relationship she had gotten annoyed at the inverse descriptors of their cum. She wanted to enjoy his as much as he did hers. Over time, she adopted his taste to his personality. That's what care tastes like. That's what charm and suave smells like. This. This is what her man is like

She opens her eyes and rides them down to his limp cock dangling out of her mouth. Beryl crouches to her level and smiles. “Not a bad way to start off vacation huh?" The romantic sentiment is interrupted by her bluetooth still broadcasting her phone.

Chapter 7: The mythological woes of The Horsecock Harbinger - Bringer of -

Vanilla swiftly turns off the radio and chuckles at her own embarrassment. “It's something I'm exploring, but I hope it's not intimidating to -." Beryl puts a clean paw on her shoulder and smiles.

“Baby, I am always here to support you. If it puts you more at ease, we can read it together." His warmth rivals the sun. The polar bear looming before her, cleaning every bit of her fur, cares this much about her. She sheds a single tear of happiness, but thankfully Beryl did not see. She hates getting intensely emotional when he rocks it during 'after care'. He wraps her in her blanket once more, adjusts the AC ducts on her side, and tops off her water. Once he cleans himself up, Beryl straddles back into the car and puts on his seatbelt. “One last thing, I know you love the 'after care' snacks so, I got this when you weren't looking at the gas station.". Beryl chuckles amusingly as he places a small bag of her favorite gummy sour candy into her lap. “About another hour until we reach our destination! A good time to rest and cool down." Beryl turns the radio to a local pop station and rolls down the windows. With a paw resting on his partner's thigh, they drive along the scenic highway towards their vacation villa.