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It was so like Erya to be in the mood for sex; it was one of the reasons Suel adored her so much. When she awoke from her nap and awkwardly pawed the sleep from her half-opened eyes, she had a few interests; she was a little bit hungry, and to get some fresh air would be nice, but mostly, she simply wanted to find Suel for a little quick fun. Slowly, she stood from the comfortable, well-nested cot that was her bed, and she glanced at the windows; though covered with dense, dark curtains, being in a bear's bedroom, after all, she could see evening sunlight creeping around them. Looks like I overslept, the pretty bear thought, making her way out of the bedroom. The door, left without a latch so she, herself, could open it, was trivial to nose open. As she entered the living room of the cozy home she shared with Suel, his second mate, Jerv, and the handsome Skoll whom Jerv owned as a pet, she was at once stricken by the distinct lack of bodies; the bedroom Suel and Jerv shared was wide open and empty, and Skoll was nowhere to be seen. Only Jerv, a pretty wolvar, was home; she sat near the fireplace, which merely smouldered with the remains of a few logs burned during the day, a dull glow that put off more than enough heat for the chilly evening. She looked up from the book in her paws, and she smiled fondly to Erya. "Good morning," the wolvar said with a coy tone, briefly letting her smile become something more sinister, though her eyes betrayed playfulness which Erya picked up on. "For me, it is," Erya shot back, lumbering closer to Jerv, yet her motions had a distinct feminine grace, a smooth quality that a truly feral bear would have lacked entirely. "Where might Suel be?"

"I've been wondering that myself," Jerv admitted, peering back down at the pages of her book; a naughty diary, it was a log of her most interesting sexual encounters while out questing - mostly with her pet, Skoll, at least until Suel came along. Inches from the wolvar, Erya playfully bumped her thick flank into Jerv's legs, a gesture that saw her grunt and subtly recoil - she looked down at the bear with a gentle smile, being well used to her cute antics. "It seems your pet is missing too," said Erya, looking up at Jerv with a grin that grew wider by the second; Jerv returned it, and then she chuckled. "Suel has been joking about stealing away into the forest with Skoll," the wolvar said, at the same time closing the dirty book in her lap. "Looks like he wasn't joking, huh?" Erya chuckled, though the look in her eyes was a little bit miffed. "And here I was hoping to give him a little treat when I woke up. Hmph!" Jerv offered the bear a sympathetic look, and she gave her a gentle stroke on the head, between her horns. It could have been seen as derisive, but Erya took only affection and kindness from it; rumbling and growling in base pleasure, she pushed into the rubbing not unlike a dog might, and with a coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Jerv rubbed harder and harder. "That feels good," Erya groaned, her eyes shut in lazy pleasure. Jerv chuckled fondly, and she began to dig behind the bear's ears with her claws, an action met with more grumbling and grinding. "In fact," she cooed, "it feels so good..." With no more warning than that, Erya pushed her snout between the wolvar's legs, easily forcing them apart, exposing the tender lips of her cunt. Jerv squeaked, the sound nearly a yelp, her cheeks lighting with a vibrant blush, rendering them almost as pink as the moist, tender flesh Erya began slurping over.

Despite sharing Suel as a lover, Jerv and Erya had never been intimate with one another - but already, Jerv wished they had done so before. Though Erya had some considerable skill, much of it was negated by how unwieldy her tongue was; broad, thick, and slobbery, it was really only useful for broad slurps, but that was perfectly fine with Jerv. Even with the bear licking across just the outer lips of her sweet pussy, the wolvar was left groaning in heated pleasure, whimpering with overwhelming sexual impulses. More than ever, she stroked through the soft fluff atop Erya's head, and she rubbed all around the pretty bear's horns and ears, digging her claws into the fur and the tender flesh there, treating the ursine to pleasures of her own. "Ooh, mmh, I like that," Jerv shuddered, glancing down at Erya with an incredulous grin and eyes dulled by pleasure. Erya paused, and she smooched the folds of the wolvar's cunt, the fur and flesh left soaked with thick bear saliva. "I figured you would," the bear said with a cute smile, earning more of a grin from Jerv. With not a single word in closing, Erya returned to her self-imposed task; with colossal, slobbery slurps better suited to the strokes of a paintbrush, she left the pretty wolvar's cunt entirely saturated, her own moisture impossible to notice for the great volume of the ursine's saliva. Jerv was stricken by how wonderful that tongue felt; Suel was a very discrete lover with his tongue, but Erya was anything but. She lacked any and all shame with her long and slow laps - and Jerv happened to like that. During a lull in the bear's licks, Erya reached down and spread the soft folds of her cunt, exposing her pink flesh to the cool air, a sensation she met with a chill up her spine. She wasn't left to revel in that feeling for long, though, for Erya pushed her short snout between the wolvar's shapely thighs once again. What Jerv felt first was not her tongue, but a heavy, hot exhalation, another queer pleasure, but one she embraced with a cooing moan. That delight, however, was nothing beside the bear's resumed licking; with Jerv's most intimate, tender flesh before her, Erya lapped and slurped with renewed vigor, slathering the moist pink of the wolvar's snatch in her slobber.

Though Jerv kept her folds spread wide for the bear, the rest of her body squirmed and writhed in unspeakable pleasure. No longer grinning, and with her eyes clenched shut, she grimaced and whined, making it abundantly clear just how much she was enjoying herself. She started to utter something to the bear, some inarticulate mumbling of pleasure, perhaps encouragement that Erya didn't need at all, but it was cut off by a quaking moan, and she once more pursed her lips. With her free paw, the wolvar clutched one of the bear's sturdy horns, and with it, she pulled; with her hips, she did all she could to grind forward, to shove her twitching, dripping cunt into the bear's maw. Though her power over Erya was negligible, the bear took the hint, and she rubbed her snout intently into the mound of Jerv's snatch, grinding just as lewdly as she could, and not once did her tongue stop lapping. For many moments, Jerv was suspiciously quiet; no stifled moans or whines passed her pursed lips, but at last, she erupted with a mighty, sharp cry. She pouted out the smooth, toned plane of her chest in a sensual arch of her spine, and she came hard on the bear's muzzle. Her juices were difficult to see or taste for all the chaff of Erya's saliva, but it was definitely there, and the bear could taste and smell it. Through Jerv's climax, Erya lapped harder and harder, but as the beautiful wolvar nestled into the cuddly warmth of her afterglow, the bear similarly calmed her antics, and in time, she was simply nuzzling in a largely affectionate manner. Beyond catching her breath, Jerv spoke to Erya with a renewed calm, her tones gentle and sweet. "That was very, very nice, Erya," she sighed, leaning back in the cushions of her chair, her eyes still closed, but no longer squinted - she looked very content. "I think so too," the bear smiled, gracing Jerv's taboo lips with one last kiss, though that smile didn't last - it soon twisted into a grin, one fittingly lewd for a girl like Erya. "My turn now?"

Jerv blushed, but she returned the grin - and she planned to return the pleasure. Without a word, she stood, but only after Erya backpedaled to let her do so. She knelt upon the floor, leaving herself nearly nose to nose with the large bear, and they shared a tender kiss - Jerv smooched the bear, but Erya gently licked back. With her demure paws, Jerv stroked down the broad, brown flanks of Erya's body, her touch not sexual, but just flatly affectionate. For a time, the bear took this pleasure, meeting it with a sweet rumbling in her cavernous chest; though a menacing noise to a stranger, Jerv knew that it simply signaled the bear's contentment. "That feels nice," Erya admitted, though she began twisting her lips into a coy smile. "But it's not what I'm really in the mood for." Jerv chuckled, for she wasn't surprised in the least; Erya was quite a forward girl. The bear dropped down to her stomach, and then, not unlike a dog seeking belly-rubs, she rolled over upon her back, her thick hind legs splayed wide, the swollen pink of her tender cunt exposed, the snug pucker of her tail hole beneath it. Though a feral bear, Erya kept meticulously well-groomed and clean, and the only noticeable smell was her admittedly heavy ursine musk, a scent Jerv had always been aware of, but to smell it under those circumstances was a different experience entirely. Kneeling near the thick bear's hindquarters, Jerv began carefully exploring; with her skilled digits, she stroked around the tender lips of Erya's snatch, earning small, cooing moans from the bear; spurred by such sweet little sounds, she blushed and grinned, and she started to rub with the palm of her paw, pushing her soft mitten firmly into the immensely sensitive flesh there. "Ooh, rrh, it must be a wolvar thing - you know just how to touch me," Erya rumbled, her scent growing all the more heady, her folds growing yet more damp. Wrangling her grin into some semblance of a friendly smile, Jerv slid one of her digits past the bear's folds, sinking it up the knuckle, another ministration that saw Erya coo and shudder. "Suel knows you best - I just know what feels good as a woman."

"That makes sense to me," Erya chuckled, but her words were shaken by an endearing moan. For the bear, it was delightful; though she was very familiar with Jerv, that only made the sex that much more exciting, as if it was somehow taboo, not that it really was. Jerv felt the same, but to a lesser degree; rather than the circumstances, she simply enjoyed the act of playing with the pretty bear. "Tell me how this feels," Jerv cooed, rubbing along the walls of the bear's cunt with her slender, padded digit, only occasionally brushing her dull claw tip against the pink flesh. Erya responded not in words, but in gruff rumbles and huffs that were most appropriate for her shape. The sounds could have easily been of discomfort or frustration, but they were far from it, and Jerv could tell in many ways - the most blatant sign, and the one she paid the most attention to, was the way the ursine's cunt clenched and grew slick with its' own juices, soon so much that they dribbled out and around the wolvar's finger. Jerv no longer tried to smile in any friendly way; she simply grinned, most often with pursed lips, but when an especially fervent moan squeaked past Erya's lips, she briefly showed her teeth. She thought to speak sweetly or lewdly to the bear, but no words seemed truly appropriate; as it turned out, her actions would speak far louder, and she told the bear how much she wanted her to get off by slipping in a second finger. With dexterity that Erya very much appreciated, she rubbed intently across spasming, slick flesh with furry fingers, padded tips, and blunt claws, treating Erya to a trio of textures and sensations. Her affections to the ursine's sweet snatch were not at all rough or hurried; ever the gentle, thoughtful creature, Jerv took her time with Erya.

"That's so good," Erya shuddered, her hind legs twitching, her short tail doing much the same. Around Jerv's two fingers, her cunt spasmed and oozed its' musky moisture, and that scent began to play hell with Jerv's inhibitions. When she started, she had thought about using her tongue; with the bear's scent drilling into her sinuses and making her want the pretty ursine more and more, however, it had become a question of when instead of if. So slowly as to make Erya think she was about to thrust her fingers back in, the wolvar freed her digits; they were positively saturated, dripping wet with the intensely musky fluids of the bear's folds, and with no trepidation at all, only lust, Jerv quickly sucked them clean. She was somewhat familiar with Erya's taste, having been sniffing her musk so intensely, but tasting those juices was still a new experience, a new flavor - and just like smelling it had done to her, she wanted more. With a hungry, but cute growl, she leaned down low and she dragged the length of her smooth tongue across Erya's damp pussy lips. Smelling the bear and tasting those ursine juices on her fingers was not enough; the flavor of Erya's erogenous flesh sent a shiver up her spine and made her rumble with pleasure. Simultaneously, Erya quaked with a rumbling, deep moan; though intimately familiar with wolvar tongues upon the pinkest of her flesh, Jerv's was still something new and unexplored. Jerv lavished the bear's cunt with another lick, and then another, but she soon had her fill of laps across the surface - she wanted more of the bear, and there was only one solution. With the very digits she'd pumped the bear with, Jerv parted those folds, exposing the vibrantly pink flesh to the cool air, a feeling that shot a shiver up Erya's spine. But, just like Jerv's most intimate flesh had not been left in the cold for long, neither was Erya's; with her smooth, sensual tongue, Jerv licked and lapped with the same abundant lust as before, but she confined her laps only to the exposed flesh beyond the bear's snatch, and when those strokes also grew dull, she forced her tongue inside of the snug passage of Erya's cunt.

Erya kicked and cooed with pleasure outspoken, and her snatch clenched down upon Jerv's invading tongue. The opposition spurred Jerv to lap harder and deeper, which was precisely what she did; with her broad tongue, she lavished the bear's hot inner flesh and greedily sampled her musky juices, yet she wasted much of what she tasted, for great dribbles of it ran down her chin - she was proving herself to be a messy eater, though Erya wasn't complaining. Whimpering in bliss, spouting off heinous filth and abundant sexual desire, Erya curled her claws, hind and fore, and she did all that she could to spur Jerv to lick harder and deeper, all suggestions that the wolvar heeded. Erya bucked her plump hips into the wolvar's maw, and she continued to steadily ooze her feminine juices, leaving a thick sheen of them around both her own fur, and that of Jerv's muzzle and chin. She pulled back just briefly, and, in a moment of self-consciousness, she wiped her chin. In that moment, she looked over Erya's body, at her panting, blushing face and clenched-shut eyes; under her breath, she whimpered the praises of Jerv's tongue and technique, and Jerv grinned in mischief and modesty. "I hope that feels as good as you say," she said, returning to her work at once; she buried the long, canine length of her tongue in the bear's cunt once again, and this time, she promised herself she wouldn't quit until her work was done. With vigorous, deep laps, she slathered tender, pink flesh that, up until then, only Suel had been so intimately familiar with. Again and again, defying spasming muscles and sloughing her way past oozing, slippery juices, Jerv lapped and licked with ever-escalating hunger and lust, but finally, Erya gasped, went rigid, and came; her climax briefly trapped Jerv's tongue with clenching vaginal muscles, and her torrent of juices thoroughly matted down the fur of the wolvar's muzzle, but in the end, it was enjoyable for both pretty creatures. The wolvar at last yanked her tongue free, and she gasped, however subtly - being nearly drowned by a bear's orgasm was among the most unusual brushes she'd had with death. Beyond the climax, and in the ursine's afterglow, Jerv and Erya cuddled close; Jerv ignored her reignited arousal in favor of Erya's warmth and affection, and the two cuddled contently in the den.

"This place should do wonderfully," Suel cooed, kneeling down in the grass. The spot he'd chosen was a clearing, one well away from town, isolated in the forest - it was a place to find peace, to commune with nature, and to sometimes do heinously naughty things. At his side, with all the faithfulness of a beloved dog, was Jerv's pet, Skoll, a handsome, electrically-aligned wolf. A beautiful creature, his smoke-hued coat glistened and crackled with ambient electricity, and when Suel stroked down the beast's flank, his paw tingled with that power; not a painful sensation, it was more of a tickle, though the beast certainly had the ability to cause harm if he so desired. That tingling made the naughty druid grin; feeling it in his paw wasn't terribly interesting or arousing, but the other things he had planned would certainly benefit from that unusual attribute. "Let's see what you're packing," the wolvar remarked, leaning down beneath the wolf-like beast's large body, who stood calmly and passively, entirely trusting of Suel by virtue of Jerv's own trust. Underneath the beautiful wolf, Suel took inventory of the creature's genitalia - and there, he wasn't disappointed with a single thing. Not only did Skoll have a plump, heavy sack, but his sheath was quite thick, promising a very long and pleasing member. The sight of such large genitals on a creature as big as Skoll was didn't surprise Suel in the least, but it still made him grin impishly. With a paw that lacked any and all shame, he clutched the beast's sheath, and he casually started to pump and squeeze it. Over top of him, Skoll growled and otherwise rumbled with pleasure, and his sheath, already very thick, grew even more plump with arousal. Soon, the creature's member began to emerge, its' color a muted teal, but the surface of the flesh, like his coat, arced and crawled with an idle charge. Holding it made the wolvar's paw go partially numb; with a grin, he hungrily wrapped his lips around it, engulfing several inches of that fine cock.

It was among the strangest feelings, Suel noted, for his lips and his tongue to tingle with the ethereal tickle of numbness, a sensation that never quite took hold, merely rendering all sensations heightened. With those feelings compounding what was already a very heavy-duty lust, the wolvar bobbed and suckled to his heart's content, and during this partially numbed muzzle-loving, he clutched that plump sheath and the swollen scrotum just behind it. Skoll rumbled with pleasure, and he shifted his hips, edging his cock into the druid's maw, further past his tingling lips and lapping tongue, though that handsome knot was yet a ways off. Of course, Suel was not terribly interested in feeling it with his lips and his tongue; he wanted that bulbous gland - the hallmark of the canine cock - lodged beneath his tail where it belonged. The beast's gruff huffing and growling was so very promising, a direct appeal to the wolvar's slutty side; he had always been vaguely aware of Skoll's dominance, but he'd never experienced it for himself, something he was fast wishing he had done sooner. In his firm grip, he palmed that throbbing ballsack, but he pumped and squeezed the length of that sheath - and occasionally, that paw moved up further to grope the colossal bulk of that knot, its' surface ever tingling and playfully numbing the wolvar's mitt. Such skilled ministrations upon his knot made Skoll growl and buck; no longer just trying to grind into the wolvar's face, he was actually trying to fuck that muzzle, his knot bumping into the druid's nose and lips again and again, the rest of his flesh simply dragging and rubbing upon the wolvar's soft canine tongue and ribbed palate. The sensation of the beast's humping, the smell of his musk, and the feel of his tingling, unusual affinity was fast leaving the wolvar hopelessly aroused; beneath the half-robe he wore, his own cock - similarly knotted, but jet black and hopelessly small in comparison to Skoll's meat - throbbed and drooled its' slippery, male slime. There was simply no way around his feelings; Suel wanted that wolf to fuck him, and that was precisely what he was going to get.

Defying Skoll's bucking and growling, Suel pulled back, yanking himself away from the panting beast so hard he fell square on his bottom with a grunt. That little bump was nothing, a lewd corner of his conscience said to him, spurring the wolvar into a tiny grin, one complimented by narrow, lewd eyes that focused intently, and exclusively, on the beast's oozing, arcing cock. Even the creature's pre seemed to carry a charge, for the larger wads of it sizzled when they fell to the neutral earth beneath. This is going to feel so good, Suel thought, his grin widening as he stood. He efficiently shed his robe, and just like that, his pudgy body was entirely nude, his own manhood dripping with pre, but it was nowhere near the volume of - or as simply as interesting to see as - Skoll's own. With obvious, dog-like curiosity in his panting face, Skoll eyeballed Suel pensively; well aware of being scrutinized, Suel stood before the creature, and he fondly brushed his hands along the top of the beast's head. "Pretty boy," Suel cooed, earning a gruff, yet fond rumble from Skoll. "Handsome boy," Suel went on, his voice a little more gushing and lewd. "Very, very handsome," the wolvar grinned, pulling away from Skoll; with a curious, yet soft bark, the beast followed Suel closely, right up until the druid dropped over a nearby stump, which he propped himself up on. He lifted his banded tail, and he looked back at the electric beast with a coy smile; Skoll was not privy to the finer aspects of the wolvar's expression, but he did understand the offer at hand - it was something Jerv had done to similarly get his attention. With the broad cavern of his chest rumbling in lewd connotations, Skoll bumped his cold, tingling nose to the crack of the pudgy wolvar's behind, coaxing a shiver and a smirk from Suel. If that's just how his muzzle feels, my goodness, Suel thought, putting his head down against the stump. I'm not sure I'll ever let Jerv see her precious pet again!

Like any canine was apt to do, Skoll sniffed upon the wolvar's rump intently, and he was not at all shy in doing so. He pushed his snout into the cleft of the druid's behind, and he allowed his cool nose to bump the pudgy creature's pink, quivering tail hole, which sent a similar quiver up the druid's spine. Here, again, Skoll sniffed, and he was pleased with the wolvar's musk, the unique sexual scent of his body - whether that had to do with he and Jerv sharing a species, or if it was simply the beast's personal taste, was impossible to discern. Skoll, with his long tongue, lapped with very little in the way of discretion across the wolvar's puckered asshole; the naughty druid grinned quite dully and allowed his tail to lazily sway back and forth, while his shaft, that black, knotted length which waited below the focal point of Skoll's animalistic pleasures, squirted musky slime all over the dead bark of the stump. That dumb rimjob felt so good that Suel didn't feel the least bit compelled to coax Skoll to fuck him - an urge he had felt so strongly before, no less - but the beast soon found that that instinctive impulse was on the forefront of his thoughts. Slowly pulling back, he tentatively eyeballed the druid's behind; mating Jerv was one thing, but Suel was different; Suel was a male, yet he heavily bore Jerv's scent, and that familiarity was a mark in the druid's favor. With surprising care for such a large creature, Skoll mounted the mate of his mistress; he let his shaft, dripping with its' charged ooze, the flesh crawling with static, prod up between the wolvar's rump cheeks. Suel could feel the warmth of the flesh, the moisture of the pre, and the tingle of the electricity through his fur, but when that pointed canine tip poked into the waiting pucker of his asshole and he felt that charge on his tender, bare flesh, he cut through the stillness of the evening air with a sharp gasp, though Skoll was nonplussed by Suel's outburst. With sexual determination that was very well-fitting for a simple beast, Skoll pushed his hips forward, and he quickly, effectively penetrated the wolvar, sinking inch after inch of his arcing shaft with that uncaring efficiency that, as Suel often noted to himself, only a true, four-legged animal could provide.

As a creature who had cut his teeth on wild stallions and wolves with knots the size of ripe grapefruit, Suel was well-suited to the sheer size of Skoll's endowment, but it was that unusual electric property that had him losing his composure so spectacularly. At the feeling of Skoll's throbbing, heavy pride sending harmless, yet intensely arousing jolts all throughout the tender flesh of his colon, Suel whimpered and groaned in sexual bliss; at once, he understood why Jerv was so fond of the creature. Each one of those tiny zaps made him involuntarily clench, despite his best efforts to relax around that thick, knotted dick, but it made the experience so chaotic and unpredictable; distantly, Suel was curious to have a turn of his own under the beast's tail, just to see how the handsome, dominantly lupine creature's charged asshole might feel around his shaft, but that was a ways off - if it would ever happen at all, of course. Those thoughts were distant, however; they were inconsequential in light of what he was currently experiencing. Skoll's size was immensely pleasing, and that big, menacing knot pounding against the snug ring of his asshole was an intimidating, yet inviting sensation. Beyond the sheer scale of the beast's endowment, the wolvar was simply in love with those jolts, the way they made his innards tingle and tense. He thought it was a sublime way for the beast to dominate animals outside of its' species; those little shocks made Suel - and any other creature, for that matter - clench down involuntarily, thus making any orifice Skoll chose to fuck that much tighter. Suel certainly had no qualms about his place beneath the beast; the piston pumping of those hips, the punch of that knot against his asshole, and the tingling buzz of the static was all perfectly fine with him, reflected both by lazy grin, and the fact that he began to masturbate furiously.

Overhead, Suel felt Skoll begin to bear down; it was a familiar sensation, and it was something most wolves did when they were preparing for a climax - Skoll was not terribly unique in that sense. "Going to cum already, are you?" Suel huffed, his words answered with an inarticulate, but commanding bark, one followed by huffing and snarling that the druid couldn't help but grin at. With such energy and awe-inspiring efficiency, the four-legged Skoll pounded Suel mercilessly, caring not about sexual niceties like mutual pleasure or intimacy; he just wanted to blow his load. Every thrust was a brutal buck of his hips, each one punching the swollen flesh of his knot into the wolvar's pink, twitching butthole, an orifice that threatened to swallow that bulging gland with each buck - but not just yet. Those thrusts also swung his balls up into the wolvar's, resulting in him practically spanking the druid's own scrotum; yet another lewd, intimate sensation that made Suel grin and jerk upon his shaft all the more fervently. He growled nothings to Skoll, words that meant little to a sentient, linguistic creature, and even less to something like that sex-hungry beast. Snarling and grunting, it cared about so very little; all it wanted was to cum, to knot the pudgy bitch beneath and try to breed it. It was at the whims of its' own dumb desire to simply procreate, but that was perfectly fine with Suel. More and more hurriedly, his tones cut by sharp gasps and whore-moans, Suel did all he could to encourage the beast. "Oh, harder, harder, you big, handsome stud!" Suel gushed, his paw a blur upon his own cock, Skoll's hips rolling and grinding at a pace to match. At long last, the sexy beast built up just enough speed and rhythm to sink his swollen knot, which he promptly bullied past the quaking ring of the wolvar's asshole. Suel bit down upon his paw to stifle his cry, wanting not to coax anybody to come to his aid. Momentarily, he ceased his pawing, and in that instance, Skoll threw his head back and howled to the sky above as he came; his climax, a remarkably potent and virile mess, was met with a thunderclap from above, startling Suel out of his daze. High on the feeling of that crackling jism coating every square inch of his anal walls, Suel stroked his member hard and fast, his fist bumping the big, black knot again and again until, with little fanfare in comparison to Skoll's orgasm, Suel came with a heavy shudder. "Mmmh, good grief," Suel groaned, his body falling entirely slack upon the stump, "what a good boy you are..."

Jerv yawned, and then she laid her head upon the bulk of Erya's body. The bear, content in her orgasm and quite happy with Jerv, subtly curled around the wolvar and gave her warmth and closeness. "You know," Jerv mused, "Suel can be a little bit of a whore; don't you agree, Erya?" The bear didn't hesitate to answer; she didn't even grin. "Mhm. It's not something that's ever bothered me, though. I've never questioned his feelings for me - for us, rather." She added those last words without malice or jealousy, and Jerv assumed on none. "Likewise," the pretty wolvar concurred, closing her eyes, making use of Erya's body as a pillow with great contentment. The bear grinned, but not at Jerv; it was a thought she had. "He could stand to lose a few pounds," she mused, earning a playful, single-eyed glare and a smirk from Jerv. "Now, I rather like my wolvar's figure - and a lady who is the very definition of thick shouldn't throw stones in her glass house." Erya took the reprimand with a very animated showing of her tongue, and she was just about to quip back when the lock on the front door clicked, and Suel stepped through, Skoll at his heels. The pudgy druid walked with something of a bow-legged limp, a gait not lost on Jerv nor Erya, but it was Suel who jumped on the opportunity to tease first. "It smells like musk and lost innocence in here," he grinned, stepping past Erya and Jerv to sit in one of the chairs, which he did so, but quite gingerly; Skoll leaned down close to Jerv and tenderly nuzzled her muzzle, earning a rub and a gentle coo from the wolvar. "Strange," Jerv began warily, turning her eyes up on Suel. Though her face was entirely straight, her eyes had crooked sexuality in them. "Skoll smells exactly like what you just described." Suel laughed, but blushed. "So my two favorite ladies were, in fact, enjoying themselves in my absence, hm?" Jerv smiled curtly, running her paws through Skoll's crackling mane - she was well used to the tingling of his body - and Erya grinned. Their faces said everything to Suel.

Erya slowly rose, so as to not drop Jerv to the floor like a ragdoll, and then she bumped against Suel's leg, her mighty chest resonating with a growl. "Rrr, you missed out on the fun, Suel," she rumbled, pushing her snout into the fork of Suel's legs, nuzzling into his robe-clad genitalia. The druid chuckled and blushed, and he ran a fond paw along the bear's wide head and short snout, earning more pleased noises from her. "Is it too late for any more fun, my lovely Erya?" he cooed, knowing the answer before she even opened her mouth to answer, but still, he waited for it. "Of course not, Suel." She smiled cutely, and then she pulled back; foreplay was something she had already gotten from Jerv, and though a round of blisteringly-hot oral sex had earned her a climax, it wasn't enough - one was rarely enough for Erya. "Come on," she grinned, dropping down to her belly near the middle of the floor, her short tail wagging above her thick hindquarters. "Fuck me as hard as you want to, I'm in a mood," the bear growled, earning a chuckle from Suel - Jerv watched with half-lidded, but morbidly curious eyes after sitting up. Though she was paying more attention to the developing show, she stroked over Skoll's flank fondly, like one might pet a beloved dog. "You're always in a mood," Suel said, his words teasing, but also quite blunt and true. However, he never minded Erya's moods, and he wasn't about to start doing so. With the very same disdain for clothing he'd shown with Skoll, he tugged his robe up and off, and he tossed it aside. Nude, free of shame regarding his pudgy form, Suel knelt behind Erya, a position he was more than familiar with. At the notion of sex with the bear, his sheath had already begun to swell; with only a few coaxing rubs and some similar attention to Erya's cunt, the naughty druid drew out his knotted length, its' black flesh throbbing, oozing with slippery pre. Biting his lower lip in idle concentration, he pushed his pointed tip to Erya's folds, and he slowly eased forward, entering her warmth with a deep, satisfied groan that would have been appropriate for a climax. Erya made a similar noise, but hers was underscored by a resonating growl, a sound which made Suel grin impishly.

Not a single day had passed since Suel last had Erya, but he was still rewarded with blissful pleasure every time he entered her. Soon, his knot kissed up to the swollen folds of her snatch, and he sighed. Ordinarily, he might have paused to savor the sensation of being so deep inside of her, but, like Erya, his desire for foreplay was nonexistent, and so he started to breed the bear at once, leaning over her thick body for greater leverage. They complimented one another not with words, but grunts of animal lust; it wasn't uncommon for Erya to get back in touch with her feral instinct when the sex was just right, and Suel loved those times; every growl of hers was met with a snarl from the wolvar, her rumbles answered with bites on the neck and especially rough bucks of his hips that punched his knot against her snatch and spanked his balls up against her body. They were perfectly in-tune with one another, and as Jerv could attest to, they put on quite a show. Her paws, once idly caressing Skoll's tingling flanks, had since drifted lower. The beast sat beside her, and she gently clutched his sheath, once spent after the encounter with Suel's maw and behind, but already growing plump once more. Softly, Skoll began to pant, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle, and Jerv continued to palm and grope his sheath, shortly drawing out the moist flesh of his penis; when that was exposed, she wrapped one of her soft paws around it, and she treated her handsome pet to a handjob, not once looking away from the sight of Suel's shaft disappearing into Erya's cunt again and again.

Erya rumbled and snarled in that menacing way which only a bear could, but Suel heard the lust behind it, and he knew that violence was the last thing on her mind. It was with that in mind that he confidently snarled right back to her, and in a vicious cycle, she rumbled and roared yet louder. Not to be outdone, Suel showed his teeth - though the spectacle was lost on Erya, whose eyes faced forward - and he simply rutted that tight bear pussy with every ounce of his strength. He panted and groaned through his snarling, interrupting his domineering theatrics, but Erya seemed not to mind, nor did Jerv or Skoll. Jerv licked her lips hungrily for the show, but her lust was helped along by the feeling of her pet's member in her paw. She spared a glance down at that thick, blue member, the knot already swollen, the tip dripping with that musky, electrified slime. Her paw tingled, and though she was far more tempered to that unusual sensation than Suel was, it was still something that brought her pleasure. With a smile, she leaned against the large, handsome beast, and she more intently stroked his needy member, not with the intent to get him off like so, but to get him ready. Turning her eyes back to Suel and Erya, watching her handsome, pudgy wolvar fucking that sweet bear with all his might, exerting every thread of dominance in pacifistic body, she couldn't help but admire his performance. With her other paw, she tentatively reached down, and she rubbed over the folds of her cunt, coaxing gentle shivers and moans from her own lips. Skoll, who had once been simply observing Suel and Erya, slowly turned his head to more thoughtfully observe his mistress, and he found that what she was doing was considerably more interesting than watching a rump he'd already conquered bounce up and down. With a low growl, the closest thing in Skoll's vocabulary to a cute noise, he bumped Jerv and knocked her to her back, something she met with a startled, but quiet yelp. With his owner so prone, he leaned down, and he slowly dragged his broad, tingling tongue across the lips of her cunt, coaxing a deep, quaking moan out of the pretty wolvar. Though his tongue was nowhere near as slobbery or broad as Erya's was, nor was it as articulate and skilled as Suel's, that tingling sensation made up for it in spades. "Ooh, good boy," she cooed, rubbing the back of her pet's head with a dull grin, one complimented by half-lidded eyes. Suddenly, Suel and Erya's show wasn't as important.

"Good boy," Jerv whispered, her eager fingers spreading her folds for the hungrily lapping beast. Though not intelligent in the sense that Erya was, Skoll was certainly not a stupid creature, and he focused his licks on the exposed, pink flesh of the wolvar's cunt, his tongue teasingly numbing that tender flesh in some ways, but heightening the lewd sensations in others. The wolvar squirmed and panted for her handsome pet's ministrations, savoring that long, sloppy tongue and the charged slobber that dripped off of it. She curled her hind paws in obvious pleasure, and similarly, she briefly bit her lip; to top off this cute grimace, she clenched her eyes shut tight. "Such a good boy," she sighed, fully slipping into that sweet pleasure. Though her climax from Erya was not far in the past, Skoll's unique attributes were always something to enjoy, and of all the things that could have aroused her, the bear's musk, which was still on her breath, was a pleasure to enjoy. She licked her lips, and she grinned at the residual flavor of the ursine's body; that was something she'd have to try again. Slowly, the wolvar opened her eyes, and she looked down, past Skoll's dutifully licking tongue, to the sight of Suel and Erya. More fervently than ever, abandoning any composure he had previously, Suel pounded away at the thick bear's hindquarters, his balls slapping into her body with every thrust. Suel was often dominant, but generally, he exhibited care and compassion, some proof of his status as a druid; yet, in the strangest way, he was being thoughtful and loving. Erya loved nothing more than to be fucked, the harder the better, and that was exactly what Suel was giving her. Great, vigorous thrusts spoke volumes of his devotion and love for the bear, but his actions were not entirely selfless; he enjoyed a good fuck just as much as she did.

The sight of Suel and Erya being so vigorously intimate made Jerv desire more from her handsome Skoll; it was that electrified beast's lucky day, so it seemed. She gently squirmed away from him, a resistance he met with an endearing arf?, and one she saw fit to smile and chuckle at. "Here, boy," she said softly, gracefully flipping over upon her belly before getting up to her paws and knees. Over her taut behind, her tail swished, and Skoll didn't need any further invitation. With a growl that was most certainly lusty, the handsome creature mounted his fine mistress, and just as he had bred Suel earlier that day, so too would he have Jerv. Though he had more choices with Jerv than he did with Suel, there was only one entrance Skoll wanted, the one he always got from her; he slid his oozing shaft into the wolvar's cunt, sinking it up to the knot, coaxing a deep, gratified moan from the her lips. "Good boy!" she gasped, her inner flesh stricken by that tingling, numbing sensation which only Skoll could provide; involuntarily, her walls tensed and spasmed, bringing both her and her pet great pleasure. Beneath, she cooed and moaned, while the lupine creature rumbled with his own gruff sexuality. His tail swishing back and forth in a gesture of contentment, one counter-intuitive to his lust, Skoll began rutting his lovely mistress, each thrust pushing his knot against, but not inside of her tender pussy. Jerv pushed back against it, blushing, but subtly grinning. She was no stranger to Skoll's knot, even as large as it was, and she always looked forward to that bulbous mass.

Though Suel and Erya had more than a head start on Jerv and her pet, the latter two were catching up quickly. Skoll, the dumb beast that he was, didn't have any predisposition to romance; he simply had his libido and the urge to satisfy it. Every buck of his hips was rough and ruthless, forcing his knot against the wolvar's folds, swinging his heavy, plump sack up in between the pretty druid's thighs. Jerv winced at just how rough Skoll was being, but she loved that efficient, breezy sex, those uncaring thrusts, and that tingling charge which so lewdly stimulated her delicate insides. "Mmh, yes," she shuddered, her snatch growing more damp by the second; warm honey oozed freely from her, a testament to her arousal and her appreciation of Skoll's thick endowment and unusual properties. That loving slime, simultaneously gooey and slick, rolled down the beast's throbbing cock in sloppy rivulets that slathered Skoll's meat and knot, lubricating that fast and furious lay almost as well as the beast's own incessant drool of pre did. With a trembling paw, Jerv reached down to stroke over the tender nub of her clit, which she did again and again with her padded fingertips. Every other rub and pinch was accompanied with a gasping moan, a sure sign of her imminent climax, brought on mostly thanks to Skoll, but ushered in with her own skilled touch. "Ohh, good boy," she whispered under her breath, her words heated and soft, yet easily detected by Skoll's perked ears. The beast interrupted his panting and growling with a lewd, yet strangely affectionate rumble accompanied with a nuzzle and a lick on the scruff of the wolvar's neck. Jerv blushed and smiled, but despite being stricken by his affection, she was more involved in the pleasures at hand - literally, to some degree.

As Jerv neared her climax and as Skoll pounded his fat knot ever harder against the loving snatch of his mistress, Suel and Erya were in the last throes of their rough lay. The pudgy wolvar grunted and snarled as he pounded his hips into the bear's thick behind, making her pliable, pudgy flesh jiggle beneath coarse fur. Erya was submissive to the druid, but her demeanor was anything but as she roared and scraped the hapless floor beneath with claws made for bloody war. Suel was pounding the entirety of his cock - including that fat, black knot - into the bear's dripping cunt with ruthless efficiency to rival Skoll's own antics. Neither the wolvar nor the bear could articulate their tongues to form words, and so brainless snarls and threatening roars were their language until, at long last, Suel felt that blissful tingle wash over him. It was a tingle far different from the one Skoll filled him with, but it was a million times more gratifying as it fanned out in the entirety of his body, filling him up with warmth, in much the same way as he filled Erya. He shot ropes and ropes of his sloppy seed into the ursine's body, his load harmless to her, but gratifying nevertheless. As he panted and moaned, coming off of his climax and riding into the warm sunset of afterglow, Erya's vocalizations took on a far different tone; no longer roaring or rumbling, she whimpered and cooed, her mannerisms at once demure and endearing as she had her own orgasm, one which made her clench down on the knotted cock which plugged her full of potent wolvar jism. "Oooh, Suel," she growled, allowing her squat body to go slack against the floor - Suel narrowly avoided a bearskin rug joke as he laid over her, panting in the bridge of his afterglow. He wrapped his arms around her wide body with affection and closeness. "I love you, sweet Erya," he cooed, his banded tail swishing in delight. "As I love you," said the bear, but their sweet moment was cut short by a sharp scream, nearly a sound of death and rape, but far from it.

Skoll had just forced the mighty bulk of his knot past the lips of his mistress' cunt, and Jerv's vocal report was anything but reserved. She cried out with banshee lungs as that electrified knot spread her open, but Skoll's climax carried a wicked charge that surged through her most intimate of intimates, wrenching a sudden, forced climax from her body that was premature, yet incredibly visceral. It was something she never got used to, mainly because it didn't always happen; sometimes, that handsome beast's load was as harmless as any semen was apt to be, but other times, it was enough to knock her senseless. She lay flat on the floor, panting and quaking, her body kept safe and warm by the rumbling, tingling bulk of her beautiful pet. "Mmh," she whimpered most endearingly, reaching behind her prostrate self with a lazy paw to stroke the lupine beast's snout, "you are such a good boy, Skoll." Not unlike a puppy dog, Skoll's tail wagged; Suel chuckled at the sight of such cute behavior from a creature so menacing and dangerous. "Having fun, my love?" Suel called to Jerv, whose response was delayed, and decidedly lackadaisical. "Ah, yes I am," she at last squeaked, earning a gentle laugh from Suel, and more of a chuckle from Erya.

For a time, the four creatures enjoyed their cuddles and closeness; Suel, Erya, and Jerv were certain that they were all spent for the evening, yet it was Skoll who had different plans. Before too long, both he and Suel had exited their respective ladies, their members long since dormant and back in the humid safety of their sheaths. Suel stood up on wobbly legs, intent on finding a bite to eat; Erya, a lazy bear after sex, was content to stay on the floor, and in much the same manner, so did Jerv. "Mmm, that was fan_tastic,_" the lady wolvar chuckled, rolling over upon her back; the aftermath of Skoll's climax was apparent upon her loins, splattered in discarded jism and vaginal juices alike. Erya's cunt was similarly dirtied, but neither lady seemed to mind their messes too much. While Suel scrounged in the kitchenette nearby, still in easy view to the creatures in the den, Skoll rose from his mistress' side. Beyond a tender lick to her cheek - one Jerv rewarded with a fond stroke - the charged beast wandered Erya's way, his tail slowly swishing behind his body. The bear thought nothing of his approach, yet he proved without a doubt that his lusts for that evening were not at all satiated. He leaned down, and he lapped across the messy folds of the bear's cunt, though his sloppy, canine tongue brushed across the pucker of her tail hole as well; it coaxed a sudden, sharp moan from the bear, a complete virgin to the peculiar sensations of Skoll's body. Her moan caught the attention of both wolvars at once; Suel turned to the action as he noisily chomped a bite of an apple, while Jerv simply sat up. Both druids watched, first with dumbfounded, blank stares, but they segued into coy grins with uncanny synchronicity. Skoll lapped harder and harder, wicking away the mess of Suel's jism and the bear's own honey, which she oozed more and more of as the beautiful, big wolf continued to lap. Beneath, Skoll's member emerged from its' plump sheath again, slathered in its' own natural lubricants, ready for action for the third time that day. Suel wandered over and took a seat beside Jerv, whom he offered - and whom accepted - a bite of his apple. "It looks like tonight is a night of exploration for all of us," Suel chuckled, turning his eyes on Jerv, the gleam in his pupils both loving and aroused; she mirrored that look, and she pressed close to his pudgy body, wrapping both arms around his form. Their lips met at once, and the apple was forgotten in a flurry of dueling tongues and shifting saliva.

Erya whimpered and groaned for the Skoll; she stole a glance back and took in the great size of his knotted endowment, the sight of which made her lick her lips in a very hungry manner. "Ooh, aren't you a big boy," she growled, at the same time allowing a lewd grin to spread across her lips. If his cock feels as good as his tongue, the bear simply thought, rising to her feet, forcing Skoll to cease his lapping. With another glance back, she took in his hungry, seemingly leering gaze, his iridescent, pupiless eyes glaring back, but she also saw that Suel and Jerv were up to no good; with a grin, she followed her eyes, brushing past Skoll - who, for not the first time that night, made a query with a soft arf?, - towards Suel, the mate he shared with Jerv. His knotted, black shaft was exposed, and the lady wolvar was pumping it with her demure paw, but that would do no good; she loomed over the two of them just long enough to distract them, and just briefly, she savored Suel's empty grin and Jerv's wide-eyed stare. With not a single word, finding them vastly underpowered compared to actions, the pretty bear forced her head into Suel's lap, engulfing the druid's meat with such speed that Jerv yanked her paw back in surprise. Erya could see the miffed look in her eye, as if she were saying I was enjoying that!, and she grinned. Suel was not so upset; he grunted and moaned like the pudgy little whore he was as the bear began to suckle and bob. Skoll was not one to be left out; he padded up behind Erya, and he mounted her with all due speed. It was difficult to tell if it was an accident or not, but he pushed his heavy cock into the pucker of her tail hole rather than the folds of her snatch; Erya, the kinky girl she was, didn't mind this in the least. Her colossal body resonated with a rumbling reassurance of pleasure, especially as that charged pre and that tingling flesh assaulted her anal walls with pleasures hitherto unknown in all her sexual escapades.

Suel, grinning in a cute, idiotic manner, held on to the bear's horns as she worked. Her muzzle lovings were among the finest Suel knew - a fact he kept private from Jerv, though she had her hunches - and that was simply that. Whether or not Jerv was jealous, however, she intended to enjoy herself, too, and to that end, she recaptured her wolvar mate in a kiss, one more sloppy and slobbery than ever before. She pushed him to his back, their lips never parting even when he thumped against the hardwood floor beneath. There she knelt, just to his side, her tongue buried in his maw, just as his was buried in hers, and she stroked over the cute length of his snout and over his head, ruffling the vaguely hair-like fur there in fondness and affection. Suel had one paw on Jerv's hip, the other on Erya's snout, and he was content in having his paws on both of his beautiful girls at once. Behind the bear, Skoll fucked with incredible stamina, as though he hadn't just shot his wad for Jerv, or for Suel earlier in the evening. Huffing, rumbling with pleasure, he pounded the gland of his knot against her snug butthole over and over, treating Erya to immense pleasure, which was set off by a kind of reserved pain, an erotic discomfort that only anal sex - with knots, specifically - could provide. It was only Jerv, it seemed, who was high and dry; Suel was aware of that, however vaguely, and he clutched the tender mound of her cunt in his soft paw, caring not that his paw was sullied with Skoll's last load. He pumped his fingers into her deep and hard, coaxing full-body shudders and incredibly gratified moans out of her, noises that Erya was making nearly verbatim, but a few decibels louder, and a few octaves deeper. Her resonant growling and rumbling did wonders to vibrate Suel's shaft, and in a vicious cycle of sex and naughtiness, he abused Jerv's cunt more and more, at the same time feeding his lovely bear all he pre he had to offer, sometimes in squirts, mostly in a steady drool.

Skoll's lust was insatiable, for he pounded Erya without cessation. Every time he did, his knot threatened to enter her, but it never made good on those threats; it simply rubbed into her, teasing her, letting her know what could possibly be before ultimately denying her each and every time. It made her shudder and whine, but at the same time, displaying sexual indignity that a fox would've been proud of, it made her take her frustrations out on Suel. Not content with merely suckling, she let her enormous tongue flop out and slurp across the fluff-furred flesh of his scrotum and the bulk of his knot, treating him to such delightful pleasure that his paw ceased momentarily on Jerv's cunt. That's not going to do at all, the lady wolvar thought with sudden, striking resolve, breaking off the kiss with Suel, who simply blushed her way. She glanced at him, then at Erya, and finally, she clutched the bear by the horns. Erya was a brute, of course, no matter how demure she chose to act, but the power of suggestion was enough to make her relinquish Suel's meat. "Ah, wh-what are you doing?" she gasped, her words unsure, broken up with moans and gasps; Jerv grinned inside, knowing full well what a wonderful distraction Skoll could be. "I'm taking what I want," Jerv said with a curt growl, but she punctuated herself with a kiss on the bear's lips, one Erya instinctively returned. "Mmh, besides, I think one is more than enough for you, especially if it's as big as that," the pretty wolvar chuckled as she straddled Suel, facing towards Erya, away from her mate. Quickly and easily, for Suel's shaft was nowhere near as daunting as Skoll's, the beautiful wolvar descended and let his black, male pride sink into her body. She shuddered, especially as that knot, perfectly-sized, kissed up lovingly to the spread lips of her folds.

Jerv wasted not a single moment; she started to bounce in Suel's lap, her actions met with a very content moan from her pudgy mate, and though she was not facing him, she correctly assumed he had on a big, cheeky grin. He laid his paws upon her hips, subtly encouraging her, treating her to affection, but he was not overbearing in the least; Erya was, however. Nothing was sacred to her, for she lapped across the exposed flesh of Suel's shaft and knot as Jerv rode him, though neither wolvar was safe from her long, lapping tongue. Jerv's parted folds and tender clit were relentlessly assaulted with thick, drool-sopping bear tongue, just as her own behind was so assaulted by Skoll's knot. So much harder than Suel and Jerv had experienced - as though the creature knew that Erya was more sturdy, or simply because that was how his libido had ramped up - Skoll gave Erya's thick ass everything he had, which was quite a bit. Every bump of his knot sent electrifying tingles into the flesh of her pucker, while his shaft forced that sensation to course through her anal walls - and by proxy, the adjacent canal of her pussy. Whether Erya would ever admit it or not, she was nearly overwhelmed; her stocky legs trembled, and her pussy dripped great, musky wads of honey all over the floor, though Skoll's heavy ballsack sopped a little bit of those fluids up every time they smacked into the bear's cunt. Her pleasure was reflected in her laps, which were more vigorous by the second; Jerv had once thought the bear intended only to be a nuisance, but she realized that was far from the case. Those lapping licks were a pleasure she couldn't have done without for the life of her, not detracting from, but compounding the pleasure of Suel's shaft inside of her, his knot bumping into her, his paws on her hips in that fond way. "Oh, yes, yes," Jerv hissed through clenched teeth, the both of her feminine paws clutching Erya's horns.

The bear ordinarily only liked to have her horns handled if she was blowing some very lucky male, but with Skoll pleasing her like so, and with the flavors of both Suel's knotted cock and Jerv's delicious pussy on her tongue, she couldn't help but be only compliant. "This feels so good," the bear whispered between laps, choosing that moment to nuzzle into the pudgy wolvar's knot. "My goodness, it certainly does," Suel said, his words seasoned with a chuckle in good nature and lust. As if to add his own two cents, Skoll rumbled and growled, and he ramped up his thrusting yet more. Every pound of his hips rocked Erya's sturdy, thick body, coaxing more juices from her cunt, yet with no lucky individual beneath to drink them up. Only briefly, the bear wished an old friend would show up for a surprise visit after so many years, but no such luck; her cunt was to be unloved. "Rrh, Jerv, I don't think I'll be able to last much longer," Suel shuddered, his compliant, romantic lust a far cry from the so very feral fucking he'd inflicted upon Erya. "Then let it go," Jerv cooed, reaching back to brush a paw across the fluff of his chest. "Cum for me - you won't disappoint me in the least, Suel." The pudgy druid smiled and closed his eyes, allowing relaxation to take over him; he'd already gotten off twice in the most spectacular, rough ways that day, so to just calm down and let his orgasm come at its' own leisurely pace was a delight he savored.

Suel was the only one so passive; Erya lapped harder and harder, an act of misplaced desperation, a deep wanting to get off, though she was fast realizing that Skoll's unusual affinity might see her get her climax anyway. Jerv rode Suel with all the strength in her slender body, and her fast, labored breathing reflected this exertion. Erya, surprisingly, did not pant, but her lust was apparent in so many other ways that she couldn't have hidden it in any manner. "Jerv," she gasped, her body quaking with pleasure for Skoll's ruthless assfucking, "your pet is so good, why didn't you ever tell me?" Jerv grinned, and as she so proudly bounced on Suel's meat, it looked like an incredibly appropriate expression. "Because druids can be selfish, too," she growled, running a paw down the length of the bear's snout. Just briefly, Erya grinned back, but that expression faded from her face in record time. She could no longer maintain her licks, and Jerv released her horns to let her lower her head. "Mmh, oh, ooh...!" she alternately grunted and whimpered, her cunt actually throbbing with pleasure from Skoll's dominion of her ass. "I'm cumming!" she simply said, her words mingled into a sharp gasp. She clenched like a vise with both orifices, and she tensed her big, thick body; Skoll grunted and growled, but that tightening was taken as a challenge by his primitive instincts. Bracing his heavy paws on her back, her trembling body barely supporting itself as she drenched the floor beneath, Skoll rutted her behind with all the power he could muster. Every pound was a ruthless punch that slammed his knot into the bear's tail hole, bruising the flesh but discharging into it every other time, only prolonging the ursine's climax, staving off her afterglow with such wracking pleasures. She fell to the floor in a heavy thump, her snout between Suel's legs in such a manner that her heavy, hot exhalations washed over his tail hole - another pleasure, however unintentional.

Even with his current bitch down and nearly exhausted, Skoll wouldn't stop until he was satisfied. Over and over, his hips crashed into her hindquarters, his knot stretching, but not entering her asshole until, at long last, it wedged itself past the threshold of her tight, pink pucker. She let loose with a squeal that was two parts pleasure, one part pain; to have that fat gland beneath her tail sent incredible, insurmountable pleasures through her heavy form, but when he came, he did so with the same force that he had in Jerv's body. His wad carried a charge, one that surged through the bear's rump and into the flesh of her cunt nearby, not prolonging her climax, but simply spurring a second one in such an impossible amount of time. For many moments, she writhed and squirmed in utter helplessness, a perfect contrast to Skoll's soft-spoken dominance, stated with gentle growls and heavy huffs.

As Erya had the climax of her life, Jerv was close to taking in Suel's knot. Her pudgy mate encouraged her with soft moans and loving, sweet nothings, words that she took with a smile and a blush. With all the incredible debauchery, she remarked to herself that Suel's knot would be a tame finish to all that their den had seen that day, but it was what felt the most right. Biting her lip, she quickly and easily pushed down on that swollen bulk, and it slid past her lips with a reserved, but wet pop! Both wolvars gasped and shook; Suel filled his lovely mate with a fine, thick load, just as she oozed her viscous honey over his sheath and scrotum. Both wolvars huffed and moaned cutely in afterglow, and Jerv laid back against Suel's form, where she was held close. Erya had since passed out, while Skoll laid over her, guarding the girl which he had just laid claim to.

That night, it seemed, everybody was loved.