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Kell wrapped an arm around his newest prize's waist, groping her polished scaly side as she swaggered side to side. The peak of her conversation had become slurred half-words and giggles, but that was just fine. If he wanted intelligent conversation, he definitely wouldn't have gone to the nearest nightclub to look for it.

"Come on, Ammy, we're almost there..." The aquamarine-eyed fennec fox spoke gently as he slid one of his furry hands under one of the giant dragoness's thong straps and down into her pants.

She didn't notice or care in the slightest, but of course she wouldn't, she was wasted out of her mind.

Ammy stumbled up the only stair that led to a cheap, dirty motel room's door and leaned against it, trying her hardest to stabilize herself, but to no avail. The sight of her inebriation only made an unknowingly erect Kell smirk, he wanted to take her right then and there, but he had spent too much time and money ordering her drink after drink to get caught and arrested stripping her down in public like a classless rapist. No, there was a time and place, a proper way to reap the rewards of a day's hunt.

"Alright, here we are." Kell sighed before unlocking the door and then opening it, leading Ammy inside with a sly smirk.

The small room was clean, but it just looked unnaturally filthy and it smelled even worse, like century-hold musk and rank, sweaty shirts. Despite the surroundings, neither Ammy nor Kell were put-off. Ammy was simply too drunk, having to lean against a wall to hold herself up while Kell had become used to the scent, using similar rooms almost every night for the past few months. It didn't seem to hurt that he was standing right in front of one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen before...or she'd be so in a moment.

In a blur of motion, Kell snatched Ammy's shoulder and spun her around, pushing her back into a wall and leaning her over a nearby empty shelf. He jammed one of his furry hands into her pants, causing a sudden moan as he snatched up her shirt with his other hand.

Clothes? Kell chuckled. No, they simply wouldn't do.

Normally, Kell checked just how drunk his playmates were before undressing and mating them, but he couldn't resist himself this time. Ammy was absolutely stunning, her height, the way her emerald scales met the golden scales of her belly just above her sagging blue jeans and much-too-small shirt, the way her voluptuous body nearly burst out of her clothing like pictures in a young fur's pop-up book. She was absolutely perfect...well...

In a single motion Kell ripped off Ammy's shirt. In another, only moments later, he cut off her bra and tossed it to the floor, introducing her large, immaculate breasts to the world outside of her shirt.

Now she was perfect.

Kell grinned, showing a single sharp canine as his gaze ambled from Ammy's sagged pants to her nipples where her gold scales met her emeralds. He had met her at the club only hours ago, but he had a vision in his mind and it was about to become a reality.

It didn't take permission for the next step. Kell took one of Ammy's hands and led her toward the bed, but she staggered forward and fell to her chest, her perfectly shaped ass poked up in the air.

Dat...ass...

Ammy's drunken murmurs only doubled as consent as Kell grabbed Ammy's pants and snatched them off her hips and down to her knees. In a rush of animalistic Kell dropped his own pants and kicked them aside before snatching Ammy's tail up into the air for a clear sight of what he was to take, the small hole above her dripping, wet folds.

Kell took a deep breath and spat into one of his hands to lube up his throbbing member. Afterward he stood over Ammy, leaning against her back as he gripped one of her hips and her tail, prodding her top hole as he licked his lips. He was already so close and he hadn't even been inside her yet, but that was about to change.

As Kell jammed his member into Ammy's rear she moaned out and clenched up, her claws tearing into the bed's cheap covers and sheets as she clenched her teeth and cried out. With nothing more than a sigh through his clenched teeth, Kell slowly pulled himself out only to slam it back into her, holding back the urge to pant as Ammy cried out again.

Despite being pressed hard into the bed, bouncing up and down, Ammy couldn't manage a single word. Caught between her swimming mind, the alcohol churning in her stomach, and the painful pleasure in her sore ass, the drunk dragoness tightened her insides and gave another moan, only permitting Kell to move faster and push harder. It didn't take a second order for him to do as he was told, mercilessly picking up speed and force with each of his pushes, filling the room with the slamming of the bed's front posts meeting the wall and the slapping of his body meeting her perfect ass.

"Unngh...!" Kell grunted as he grabbed onto Ammy's tail, entranced by the sights of her round ass jiggling like jelly and her polished, scaly breasts squished against cheap, dirty material. He could feel himself getting close, too close to stop, but not close enough to keep him from remembering who he was. Not a lover, not a friend, but a predator, a hunter, and she was his prey, he'd make sure she knew.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ammy shouted to the heavens as Kell tore through her insides with blinding speed. Still too drunk to even speak, she could only let it happen.

Kell pushed his reddish member deep inside Ammy, as far as her cushion would allow before he roared out, retracting his prick as he pumped his seed into her with a loud sigh and a gruff huff. With only a slight pant, he left her with a creampie and a few lines of his sticky, white goo on each of her perfectly shaped buns that ran down her gleaming sales and dripped onto her pants.

Despite Ammy's desperate huffs and pants, caught at the peak of pleasure, Kell shook off his slowly deflating member on Ammy's back before returning his clothes to his body, not a single emotion in his eyes as he looked back to Ammy. He hadn't noticed earlier, but he had finished just before she could.

Sucks for her.

With that, Kell reached into one of his pockets and snaked out a lighter and cigarette. In a single breath, he lit his cigarette and gave it a quick puff, pocketing the lighter afterwards.

"Well, it's been fun." Kell turned from Ammy and started toward the door, puffing more smoke into the air before making his way outside. The night would be long, too long to spend in a cheap, dirty hotel room, he'd need his rest for the next night's hunt, after all.