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Folding her arms under her overbearing bovine bust, Naira huffed softly, her mouth delicately curling in a little smirk. "Ardanis..." The doorway framed her almost perfectly: her horns came a scant inch or two from poking the top (a fact she was still getting used to in the new place, and she found herself often ducking anyway), and the swell of her bosom and hips seemed to push out to fill the portal perfectly. It certainly felt like a good fit, at least-- she had been having a fair deal of trouble traversing the stacked boxes crammed into every room and hall in their new apartment, all waiting to be unpacked. She had already knocked over a crate of spices just turning too quickly, and her right boob felt bruised and unloved. This made for quite the sight when her boyfriend looked up from the floor.

A white tee clung to her hips, stretched to its limit trying to engulf those broad curves. How she had wrangled it over her breasts in the first place was a mystery, but the fabric between the two mountains was taut to the point of near translucence, wrinkling in half a dozen tight furrows all pointing at her left hand, tenderly groping at the merchandise from the comfort of the cradle that was her folded arms. The cowgirl's bemused little smile under the dark emeralds of her hooded eyes lent a sultry air to this motion, her hair heaving and spilling over her shoulders in waves of rich chocolate brown with the subtle shifting of her shoulders. Her hips rolled to one side as she shifted from one foot to the other, and the sagging front of that shirt gave just a peek of lime green panties underneath-- beyond these two garments, she was gloriously naked, right down to her hooves. The dark brown patches crawling her endlessly curved form didn't quite disappear under her clothes, for that matter-- a whisper of dark flesh in stark contrast to her otherwise creamy skin could be spotted here and there through her shirt, teasing at her naked form even through this modest clothing.

Of course, Ardanis had seen her naked before, and in every compromising position the enterprising young couple could think of for about a year now, but this morning... Looking at her in the warm light of their new, shared home, he couldn't help but take in every inch of her. This-- this was his, now. Every morning, he would wake up to this beautiful, amazing woman. Sitting on the carpet in his boxers fiddling with a pile of wires, he couldn't help but feel... undeserving. He wasn't exactly a big, strong bull-- he was a tomcat, a little short, gray, and skinny. Women seemed to think he was pretty cute, at least, but he couldn't shake the feeling sometimes that he had to be dreaming: that this magnificent woman was just his extended fantasy, some kind of incredible, recurring dream of sexiness. It was moments like this that really seemed to pull him out of reality a moment-- when the world seemed... well, too good to be true.

When Naira was convinced her boyfriend was just going to sit there grinning at her with a fistful of cables and a tent in his boxers, she elected to go on without a proper acknowledgement. "Baby, I thought you were unpacking the living room." She'd gotten the kitchen halfway cleared of boxes, but glancing around, it looked like the tomcat had only opened two boxes-- and spilled their contents across the floor.

"Uh..." Ardanis cleared his throat, stepping back into his body. Glancing around, he offered a somewhat sheepish grin. "I am! I'm getting the consoles and TV set up first. The necessities, right?" He waved a coaxial in the direction of the kitchen. "Food, and..." he waved at the LCD set up on a dresser, "...entertainment. We're gonna need somewhere to unwind tonight, won't we?"

Naira's lips curled in a knowing smirk. If she left him to his machinations, he'd have the entire place wired up with speakers and consoles and who knew what, half of it set up on box towers as if they were permanent furniture. She'd seen his setup at his parents': he'd practically been living out of boxes even there. But this was two homes worth of stuff stacked up in one home, and they needed to sort through it all and get rid of the excess; she had no intention of seeing a single box in this apartment a week from now.

She re-folded her arms, jostling her overstuffed tee and drawing his eyes downward again. Drawing a deep breath as though to prepare, she let him reach the apparent verge of drooling before murmuring, "leave the TV stuff for some other day and start opening boxes..." Her voice was firm, but dwindled into a sweet and airy whisper, "...and I'll make sure the bed's all you and I will need to unwind tonight." She smiled simply. "Deal?"

Once she was satisfied with the boy's renewed dedication to unpacking, Naira left his scurrying between boxes to slip back into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her before going to the closet and rooting in the back, behind a couple stacks, for one box among many. It was easily the dozenth time she'd checked this particular parcel. She'd been holding onto it for almost a month now, waiting for the right moment since she'd dared to have it delivered at her old apartment. One more time, she opened it just to marvel at the contents. Tonight, she promised herself. A mischievous smile danced across her face, but her stomach rolled an instant later. Tonight...

Tonight was gonna be awesome. Ardanis' grin only faltered occasionally, when his almost perpetual hardon bumped furniture and boxes. They usually did it about once a day, give or take, but the move had left them both completely exhausted last night, and they'd been busy and stressed and freaking out with getting everything ready the days before. It had been four days now, and he was fit to burst. Pent up sex, in their own huge apartment! And with her trotting the goods around like that... His mind wasn't exactly focused on the task before him as he started throwing crap in piles on every available surface. He meant well, of course, but Naira would have to come through after and actually sort everything out. But at least the boxes would be empty.

Naturally, the apartment only got messier and more cluttered rather than less, but sometime in the afternoon, Naira repurposed several of the boxes: recycling, garbage, give away. Together, they rooted through the piles, despite multiple attempts on Ardanis' part to excuse himself. Often, suggesting they throw away one of his useless collectibles --shells from a beach trip when he was 9, a "very rare" grade of superball, a cheap bead necklace he was oddly quiet about-- was enough to pull him back in and fighting. They powered through until the sun was disappearing beyond their little balcony, and they had to turn on the lights. Which was when they realized that somehow, neither of them had a lamp for the living room.

Dinner was spaghetti, one of the few things Ardanis knew how to make consistently. Naira had been trying to expand his repertoire, but they were both exhausted, and this was good enough for tonight. Naira had work tomorrow, so after dinner they started going through clothes, getting things hung up and put away. The feline's process was rather simple, but watching his girlfriend consider her clothes was surprisingly interesting. He'd never realized just how many skimpy swimsuits, daring, low-necked dresses, and strange, erotic little numbers she kept tucked away. She would smirk, humming and holding one up over herself, sometimes sparking a memory in the bedazzled feline-- "oh, when we got kicked out of that bar!" Or, "weren't you wearing that the night we almost got caught in that office?"

"Mm hmm, it just feels so good on the skin, I couldn't wait till we got back..." The cowgirl hung it up, smiling smokily, and pulled out a great leather corset, practically a harness. The lower edges were curved to form up and over her hips, and edged with a dark little frill of lace, like a comically short skirt. "Hmmm... been a while since I wore this...! I wonder if it still fits properly..."

Ears perked, Ardanis did a poor job of hiding his interest. With a very deliberate air of casual consideration, he suggested, "I guess you could try it on and see..." His own clothes, what few he had were still only half unpacked, but it seemed that was as far as they would get tonight.

Naira smirked, eyes a-glitter, and considered the garment. "I suppose I could... It'd be a waste to keep it if I've grown out of it." A hand lowered to pull her shirt up-- and paused at the edge. She turned that smirk on him, and slipped off into the bathroom with the garment, leaving the feline sputtering at a protest a moment before she was gone.

The rustle and whisper of fabric, then leather, tickled at the feline's ears, and Ardanis kept glancing toward the barely open door. He considered taking a peek, but managed to resist the temptation just long enough for the door to swing open again.

The corset fit, but only barely. The broad curves of her hips seemed to flare all the wider from under the thick straps running at curved diagonals, drawing down from the sides of her waist to frame her nethers with some peculiar piece of metal. Thick straps ran up the sides of the harness, drawing it precisely tightened to her generous form up to just under her breasts-- a tiny pair of cups just barely hefting those immense globes up from the underside, as if offering them to the viewer as she settled into a flamboyant posture before him with a low, dark creak of leather.

"Mmf..." Ardanis bit slowly into his lip, taking her in from top to bottom. Finally, he rose to his feet, a quiet smile on his lips and a similar expression of enjoyment emerging from his boxers, and drew close to his lover. "It looks a bit... tight..." His paws encircled her, closing on the cool, smooth leather on her back and running downward as his lips caught hers. There was a bare breath of a chuckle in her throat as she joined the kiss, embracing him in turn as his fingers slid past the lace-dripping edge of that corset where it drew in to taper to a delicate strap-- a sinful little thong running down between her cheeks, leaving that full bounty of flesh that was her ass at the mercy of his roving fingers. She cooed suddenly against his lips as he took advantage, straightening, mashing that overbearing bust of hers against him, letting it swell over and under his arms as they flexed to mold at that rear. A low murr kindled in the feline's throat as he ground against her, shivering lightly at the odd feel of that smooth leather, slowly warming to her body, sliding under the pressure of his manhood. She giggled a hint against his tongue as it slid past her lips, and gave his rear a firm squeeze in return-- catching the feline off guard a moment. He half-broke the kiss with a breathy little half a yelp, and she found the momentum to press him back, stumbling onto the bed, half-falling together to land with a great creak and a heave of the mattress.

Coughing out a laugh after those majestic mammaries had knocked the wind out of him, Ardanis blinked up at the cowgirl as she sat up atop him, shifting to straddle him with a hungry smile. His boxers had disappeared somewhere along the way, and as she slid close-- cold metal alighted on his rod, pulling a proper yelp from the feline as he jerked in place. Peering down, he found that her sex was bared-- in the center of a steel ring embedded in the harness. The rim ground into his shaft, drooling warm juices along the underside as the puff of her lips just barely kissed to him through the hole. A low groan slipped from him as he reached down, kneading at those broad thighs as they flexed to push her ever so slowly up, dragging that steel portal up his impatiently twitching length. His breath drew in a tight rasp as that upper stretch of steel flecked over his head, a sharp little point of cool-- before the warmth found him.

A heavy groan filled the bedroom as Naira descended into her lover's lap in one long, firm push, enticing the feline's hips to drag up to meet her involuntarily before being shoved tight into the bed under her again. That cruel ring ground into his loins as they met, a bright circle of chill buried in the delicious warmth of their bodies coming together. Ardanis dragged in a deep breath, and let slip a fresh, discordant moan as she dragged up to push down atop him again. She found her rhythm somewhere just this side of unbearably slow, grinding up and down his length in firm, rolling bounces that drew him desperately pushing up to complete the stroke each time, only to be ground down into the bed again. Even so, her flesh heaved and bounced, her thighs blooming against his sides, filling his paws, her glorious boobs rolling up with each descent to crash and spread and jiggle as she landed atop him and heaved up again. Her pace was unbearable-- yet fortunate, as he was already too damned close.

It had crept up on him as he struggled against the bed to grind up into her the fourth or fifth time-- the searing pressure building in his balls. It had been too long, and his delicious cowgirl in this getup... she was wringing it out of him with each sloppy sweet collision. His eyes managed to focus on her, snapping from his dazed consideration of her bouncy bits, and he managed to voice, if not a warning, a sort of grunt of anticipation, pleading in his eyes as she bore him slowly toward his climactic doom one chill-stamped slap of flesh at a time. She only smiled sweetly over him, slamming down-- and setting to rolling her broad hips in wide, grinding swings around atop him, back and forward, side to side, dragging him around her insides to grind his head into her depths at every angle. His breath caught, drawn into a bare rasp as she let slip a delighted little moan herself, pleasuring herself atop him as he was driven forcefully to the edge, struggling to hold on by so much as a single claw.

It was no use. It wasn't a matter of holding on-- he was going over, and it was only a matter of seconds. He could either meet his climax simpering, or-- Ardanis drove up into his lover, a sudden snarl crackling in his throat as he clutched tight at her hips and shoved tight to her body, hips to hips, smashing that metal ring tight to bone through their hides as he strained to shove as deep as he could inside her-- and drag down to shove up again, and again, barely drawing half a bitter breath before it came for him. His hips surged upward, and the cowgirl, more than double his weight, bounced up perhaps an inch or two into the air atop the voracious drive of his hips as his cock flared and fired inside her, pasting her insides with heated, thrice-brewed seed jet by jet, his paws dragging her down tight with him as the bed rose to meet his ass again. She shuddered and moaned, slouching back with a heavy creak of strained leather, grinding him up deep in her belly, flexing and squeezing deliciously around his steeling piece as he pumped into her, her hands mauling at her own heavy teats as she enjoyed this moment of pulsing, forge-hot pleasure to the fullest.

Ardanis' slow, shuddering descent paused a moment as the cowgirl leaned in over him, giggling softly as her breasts kissed to his chest and spread into a smothering mass of softness rolling up his shoulders, her chin snugged in over her cleavage as she stole a kiss from his lips. He managed a slothy smile and returned the kiss, paws fumbling up her back as far as they could, half-trapped under sideboob. A slow roll of his hips pulled a gasp and a hint of a whine from him-- he was still dreadfully sensitive, and the delicious, addictively slick depths of her cunny was several orders of magnitude more than he could process right now. His hips hunched back shyly, and she huffed into his cheek, smiling with a strangely sultry tilt of her eyes as she shifted her hips up enough for him to fall free.

A heavy sigh of relief slipped from Ardanis' lips as his head fell back, and he smiled up at her, not quite opening his eyes. For a moment, he bathed in almost unbearable warmth-- her corset was no longer cool, but almost hot, and the air was sweltering where the heat of her skin didn't press into him. He lingered a moment on the edge of sleep, before Naira stirred, shifting up and back, and a chill chased after her where the broad spread of her breasts disappeared. He shuddered, eyes fluttering open, and found his devious girlfriend crawling down his body, just barely dragging her breasts along his belly. She met his gaze with a sweet little smile as she settled in, nudging his legs apart for room, to smother an entirely different region of his form in those beauties. Her breasts weighed down on his spent length, soft and smooth, overwhelming it instantly, but she carefully drew him up into her cleavage, smuggling his cathood into the depths of her bust. He shuddered a little at the shameless stimulation, but he was feeling a little better, and it was so wonderfully warm...

She'd settled in, arms folded around the base of her bosom to cup it close around him, laid out not quite half on top of him, but it wasn't long before she got what she wanted-- he'd thought it was just a nice, relaxing place to keep his junk, but each pulse of his rod teased just enough to push him a little harder, and before he knew it, his very tip was peeking out of her cleavage. He let slip a breathy moan, deflating a little even as he perked up down there. He still felt like he was having twinges from the last one, and she'd gotten him raring for more again.

The gentle press of her lips around his crown, nestled into that expansive cleavage, sealed it-- he ground up, groaning, his need flaring anew as he pushed his thick-throbbing rod past those lips and into that hot little mouth, hips digging into those heavy tits for more. A sweet little giggle tickled at his tip, sliding down her tongue to meet him before he finally fumbled down into the bed again, slipping from her mouth altogether. Her arms slowly uncoiled and firmly pressed her tits together to sandwich that pulsing shaft deep in the luxurious softness of her chest, and she smiled teasingly up at him, settling her chin in her cleavage and making full-lipped little kissy faces at him, just begging for something hard to split that mouth open. He groaned, or perhaps growled, as his hips started to hitch up again and again, rutting at that tight-bound cleavage, trying to grind all the way through the full, silky soft press of her teats to puncture that hot little mouth again, enticed into an act of utter greed when he was already in heaven-- yet chasing after an angel.

Indeed, just the sight of it-- her bust heaving up, rolling in jiggling waves over the constant, needy jerking of his hips to grind up through her cleavage, it was a spectacle to captivate his sight entirely, his attention slowly narrowing into that magical realm of hard pushing through soft, the slide of his juice-slicked shaft stabbing through the ever-shifting, bouncing, rolling mass of her titflesh. He barely picked up the shifting of her arms in the peripheral, though as the pressure eased, he struck deeper and deeper into that steamy cleavage, until, with a tight little gasp, he just kissed to those lips. Another thrust, desperate and sudden, planted his cockhead firmly between those lips, a thick moan rolling around it as the cowgirl slowly ate him up, letting him fuck right through her bust into her mouth as she braced under him.

The hands under his rear didn't catch his attention, such was his triumphant rush to fill that sweet mouth he'd found in the depths of her bosom, that she had already started delicately massaging at his tailhole before he managed to spare a brain cell to notice. An inquisitive note rose in his pants and moans, his hips jerking up, not quite stilling, but perhaps slowing a hint in their quest to drive that pulsing head into her throat. Naira tended to experiment with lots of odd little things with him, and he usually went along-- he found he ended up enjoying the greater majority of the time anyway. She'd taken to teasing his, ah, backdoor over the last several months, and even fingered him to some shamefully quick climaxes. But he'd already blown once-- he'd last a deal longer this time, he expected. Or so he hoped-- he'd underestimated the power of his g-spot before.

She took his momentary slow for an opportunity: one slick, twisting finger worked up inside him in a smooth push, wringing a tight sigh from the feline at the sudden penetration. She... was getting good at this. Or he was-- a possibility he chose not to entertain at the moment. His hips slowed to a stop, shy to do anything so skewered, but she was ready enough to pick up the slack. Naira dove into her own cleavage, bobbing on his shaft firmly as she slid a second slippery finger into him. She was well prepared, and coated with juices from somewhere. He stretched slowly around the new intruder, a heavy groan leaking from his throat as he pulsed thick against her tongue. Each pulse was accompanied by a tight squeeze around that pair of digits. It was odd, feeling... full, when he'd never felt empty. Finally, he lapsed into a sigh, and started to shift to get comfy, perhaps to try even grinding into her mouth a little-- when he felt something else nudging at that taut little ring of muscle she'd taken to invading.

Ardanis had never had more than two fingers in him-- he'd already considered it a small feat of combined humility and flexibility. The nudge of a third fingertip wiggling against the stretch of flesh she was already straining filled him with a certain, odd flavor of dread, just barely sweetened with a perverse curiosity. It worked in slowly, taking advantage of the copious slickness of every surface involved by this point to work in with little more than a heavy, throaty moan from the feline. His head arched back a little, his eyes wide, and he pulsed quite heavily against his lover's tongue, drooling precum to pool behind her lips. The strain... felt... amazing. She was only barely touching his prostate, and that was just enough to keep a faint, electric thrill coursing slowly through his body, perhaps more... anticipation, than actual stimulation.

A bare breath of a chuckle rolled over his shaft as the cowgirl shifted, letting her breasts slide out from around his shaft, and her every subtle motion jerked just a hair at his insides. He could feel every stir, every shift of weight, every breath pushing just a little against his insides. He found he was panting out desperately as her mouth descended, the cowgirl leaning in, barely pausing as he pushed to the back of her throat before giving a firm, audible swallow and drawing him into her throat. He sunk in deeper and deeper still into that hot little mouth, groaning out helplessly, wringing at those fingers as though to snap the lot of them off as he pulsed dangerously against the inside of her throat. He dragged in a deep breath as she kissed to his crotch, his balls tensing-- and she dragged off, slowly, letting him slip from her neck, and soon, from her lips.

His eyes popped open a second later, only to bulge slightly as she carefully dragged that bundle of fingers from his ass. A ragged moan dragged from him before her hand was free, and he was left chilled and wet in the air, a faint ache and, for the first time, a quiet emptiness tugging at him from behind. She was crawling off the bed, leaving him to swallow and give the most piteous mewl, his steel-hard shaft slowly easing in its pulses and his balls reluctantly easing. She cast a sultry smile over her shoulder as she went to the closet, and he perked a hint, even as his muscles seemed to melt away, leaving him falling flat on his back.

He couldn't quite bring his head up to see what she was doing, but she was rustling about in the closet, perhaps with some kind of box. A quiet little moan rose from that direction-- the kind of moan that made his cock give a single, fitful twitch of interest. Another rose, this time, a full-voiced groan of pleasure swelling from the core of his cowgirl. There might have been a click, or that might have been the bed shifting as he tried to pull himself up. He barely caught a glimpse of her before she was back, though-- crawling onto the bed before him with a strange hunger in her eyes.

His legs spread wide under the firm grip of her hands, out and up. He smiled a hint uncertainly. Obviously, she was interested in doing something to his tailhole-- but he'd take just about anything right now. He just needed a tiny bit more --right now-- to push over the edge, but he was losing ground with each second. Her fingers danced between his cheeks, spreading his ass wide, massaging at that lightly worn hole, gently nudging up that low-hanging fruit that was his slow-churning sack. Something cool pressed down between his cheeks, gliding down to nudge in at that pucker. Something hard... He shuddered suddenly, ears slowly folding back. She'd gotten some kind of toy...! He barely had the presence of mind to try to relax before it was pushing at him-- with surprising force. She leaned in with it, guiding the toy with her body, and he strained rapidly, a heavy groan shoving from his belly despite himself. This thing was huge! He couldn't-- a curve eased round the bulk of the thing, and suddenly, a fat, silicon cockhead was nestled quite snugly inside his ass, leaving Ardanis hanging a moment, mouth hanging open without a sound.

"You like that, honey...?" She purred over him, and well before he could summon any kind of response, it pushed deeper. Her hands spread on his legs, steadying him, pinning him to the bed as that toy slowly drove into his gut, reshaping his intestines around its thick, textured girth. It clicked a couple seconds later: her hands. She... she was fucking him. His eyes rolled slowly down to find his girlfriend, looming over him, tits heaving with slow, triumphant breaths, her corset-bound form flexing, rolling her hips to drive that beast into his ass. It paved over his prostate, and for an instant, he cried out desperately, his shaft pulsating wildly, ready to fire-- but she slid on over it slowly, and he came down again gradually, shuddering heavily as this creature explored depths of him he'd never even known about before.

When it finally rooted to his ass, two firm spheroids nestling up to his cheeks, he found his low, confused moans of pleasure overshadowed by the exultant sighs and groans of his girlfriend, who was starting to rock and grind against him-- dragging that log of fake cock around his insides in an almost nauseating buffet of new and strange sensations. His eyes found her again, clutching at her tits and twisting her body in that sinful sway of hers she took on when she was milking a cock for all it's worth-- yet his still stood pulsing and drooling all over itself a couple inches from her belly. He could only dimly orient the fact in his mind: it was some kind of double-ended contraption. She wasn't just fucking him with a big, fat cock-- she was pleasuring herself on it. He barely grasped on the thought before it was yanked out of him along with that beast, dragging halfway out of his ass only to grind in and dig around his insides one way, then the other.

His choked cries and gasps were buried now under her fervent self-pleasuring, her lush body heaving with need, glowing over him, her eyes just barely tracking him under her as she fucked and fucked him in a fashion at once intimate and intimidating. He felt like she was tearing him apart, yet the churning invasion of his ass seemed to shove an alien pleasure through him, something undeniably sexual yet entirely foreign to his knowledge of fucking and foreplay. And the harder she racked his taut form, the more she wrecked that tailhole, the more his body flushed with this sick-sweet pleasure-- not to mention the raw electricity jolting between his button and his cock every time she mashed at it. His back arched, his muscles contorting in ways that he had never known before. If he'd been able to see himself, he would have recognized that special kind of writhing-- though he would never have seen it from a man before. Finally he seized up around that shaft, that black cock wedged in his ass, and... his body came.

His cock was firing off everything it had, to be certain, but the bizarre feeling of pleasure warping his entire form felt like something else entirely. As a being, the pleasure coursed through every inch of him and erupted all at once, as though squeezing from his every pore, from every part of him. He burned, and his throat ran ragged with helpless cries. In this moment, he even drowned out his girlfriend-- a moment or two before she collapsed atop him, satisfied.

Heaving with heated breaths, their bodies pushed weakly at each other, kissing mussed fur to sweaty skin time and again with the swell of one chest or another. They were a messy tangle, and before much longer, they'd have to get up again lest limbs start falling asleep, but for now, they were only two messes of hot flesh, interwoven, connected by a pillar of hot, artificial flesh. Ardanis' mind was very nearly blank, but Naira's was filled to the brim... with ideas.