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Ilorek paced in his home. He was expecting a guest but he didn't know who. It was his birthday and his friends had decided to introduce him to a friend of theirs. It was kind of a blind date, though he got the distinct impression they'd probably end up in bed. His friends knew him very well.

Why was he nervous? Well, the last girl his friends tried to set him up with was a prude. No interest in sex, barely even any cuddling, yet she was demanding. They had a good track record, but that last one was a veritable nightmare! Demanding he make her dinner, serve her, give her massages on a whim, and yet she'd do none of this for him. That relationship - if you can call it that - didn't even last a week. He really didn't want to risk that happening again.

So it was more like cautious optimism. Partial anxiety. Whoever it was could very well be another Charilee, or it could be another Natasha. Natasha was perfect, too bad she left town when her studies were over. He couldn't help but fantasize about his time with her, even when he got stabbed defending her honor. But she understood Ilorek, so she wasn't too upset if he hooked up with others while she was gone. So that's what he was doing.

Or planning on doing, anyway.

As he paced across his room, he headed over to his window to glance out on his front yard. He thought he heard someone arriving, but it was just a squirrel climbing up the tree.

"She's late." He grumbled to himself.

But she wasn't late, he was just impatient. She wasn't actually supposed to arrive for another fifteen minutes or so, but he always assumed people would come thirty minutes in advance. Just something he grew up with and expected of everyone. It made his friends annoyed quite frequently.

Ilorek had done a few more paces around his living room, occasionally glancing through the front window to see if anyone had arrived. Naturally, nobody had. Eventually he took a break and headed over to the well, where he pumped himself a glass of water to drink. Just as he'd taken his first sip, he heard a knock on the door, so he rather heavily dropped the glass and bounded towards the door, straightening his button up shirt and khaki shorts before taking in a deep breath and opening the door.

It was a truly tiny fox girl, just a bit taller than Natasha. She wore a bagge, somewhat ragged and torn T-shirt and ripped shorts that stopped right below her hips, showing off most of her thighs and legs. Her fur was orange and peach, as any fox would be, and she had a golden hair clip in her tousled, rusty-colored hair. She had a satchel slung over her shoulder and a bit of a sideways lean. The strap of her satchel pressed down between her breasts, which were rather perky despite the fact that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Her nose was right at the bottom of Ilorek's sternum, she had to look up to even look at his chest, let alone get a good look in his eyes.

"Hello." Ilorek blurted out, having nothing of value to continue with. She was quite pretty, but so spunky looking. Had a very punk-like demeanour, at least based on her stance and the way she stared at him with her crystal blue eyes.

"Ilorek?" She asked, raising her eyebrows to incite a quick response.

"Yeah, that's me. Maria?"

"Yeah, though I generally go by my last name, Rook." She answered, inviting herself in as she walked past Ilorek and into his home. "Cool place you got here. A bit small for a guy of your size."

"Rook it is, then." Ilorek agreed as he shut the door behind her. "And yeah, I share it with some of my buddies, can't have it too big, nobody can afford that on a student's money."

Rook chuckled. "That's no problem. I was there once, too. Dropped out though."

Ilorek cocked his head to the side and let out a gentle chirp. "Why'd you drop out?"

"I got a job. A real good one working for the city. I was only in liberal arts anyway. I kinda realized that nobody ever does anything with a liberal arts degree and that I was just looking to prove myself. Once I got a job, I kinda gave up on school. I had what I wanted, you know? Besides, I still do some studying, but nothing in an institution; all of my knowledge is self-taught."

Ilorek nodded in approval as he brought out a chair for her to sit on. "Well, tell me more over dinner, if you don't mind?"

Rook smiled again. "Oh darlin', you really don't need to hold my chair or open my doors. I appreciate it, but it's really not necessary." Despite her protest, she still happily took a seat, placing her satchel on the floor beside her.

"It's no worry. I'm like that with everyone; I'm just a gentleman, I suppose." He assured her as he walked over to the stove and poured himself a tea. "Do you like tea or coffe?"

"I'm fine, thanks. I usually just drink water. Try to avoid caffeine. And I appreciate your cordial nature! Jelo was right, you really are a gentleman!" She gave a slight bow in her seat, the side of her maw curling up in an unconscious grin.

Ilorek laughed and took a sip of his tea by darting his tongue onto the very surface. "Well, I'd certainly hope they only said good things about me. Not much of a blind date if they try to scare you off, you know?"

"Of course!" She nodded, as though thinking about how to word something. "Well, they did offer me one caveat. Said you were...sexually adventurous. Kind of flirty, but very openminded."

Ilorek's eyes deadened and his lower beak went slack. "Makes me kinda sound like a slut. Sheesh. Some friends I have."

"No, it's not like that!" Rook assured him, "I was a liberal arts major. We're notorious for sexual promiscuity! I think they were trying to endear you to me."

"I see, I see. So how about dinner? I have a wonderful roast in the oven and some homemade bread, if you're at all interested. Made it myself." He tried to change the subject, turning his back to her and feigning interest in the roast that was in the oven, 'checking' it to see if it was ready to eat.

"Dinner does sound nice. I was kind of expecting to go out for burgers or something tonight, but roast sounds good, too. I take it you like to cook?" She could tell he was avoiding the topic of sex, but she played along.

Ilorek, with his back still to her, laughed. "I love to cook. If I wasn't in school for biomedical engineering, I'd be in a culinary arts course. Like you, I'm mostly self taught." He put on some oven mitts and pulled the roast out, placing it on the stove. He poked at it with a roast fork and nodded contentedly before taking off the oven mitts and laying them on the counter in front of the bread. He turned to look at Rook, leaning against the counter with his calves crossed.

"You know, you don't need to change the subject." Rook accused him in a jovial tone.

"W-what do you mean?" Ilorek stammered.

"The sex thing. You changed topic pretty quickly, don't you think? Are you ashamed of sex?"

Ilorek twiddled his thumbs, avoiding eye contact with her. "Well, no. Not ashamed at all. I just, you know, I don't want to be seen as some overly slutty whore or something. Kind of bugged that Jelo and Spike told you that I was 'sexually adventurous'. I've only been with two people in the last three years."

"Then let's talk about it." Rook insisted, leaning forward on the table, practically forcing him to look her in the eyes.

"Why? I'm not some sex crazed perv."

"You don't have to be a perv to enjoy it. I told you, ex liberal arts major. Can't tell you how many times I woke up in random bedrooms covered by bitches and studs alike. Like professor Kendra always said, Sex is only a taboo as long as you let it be."

"You're rather direct, aren't you?" Ilorek noted. "I don't want to offend, but...you're not a prostitute, are you? I mean, I've met lots of women in my time, but never one so direct. Not even Natasha."

Rook laughed and shook her head, long locks of rusty, chestnut brown hair glimmering in the evening light. "No darlin', Just in heat and blessed with a very, VERY sexually liberated mind and almost no inhibitions."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Not for a few days. I told you, I'm just in heat and horny as can be. Most of the time I'd never be so direct, but right now I just wanna be stuffed, and I was really coming into this hoping for some intimacy."

"One night stand?" Ilorek was a little disappointed. He was hoping more for a date.

"That's up to you. How about we mate, then see where it goes from there?" She suggested.

Ilorek hesitated. After Natasha and her initial ploy to get in his pants, he'd developed a more hesitant stance on first date matings. Like any man, he was horny as hell, but he wanted to make sure he trusted whoever it was with before making any hasty decisions. He was lucky with the petite Malamute girl, as they were a couple for almost two years and she became his first true love, but that's not to say their courtship was any less than tumultuous. "Eeeeh..." he groaned. "I'm not sure if jumping into that is a good idea."

Rook nodded. "That's okay, I do respect that in you. I'm here to meet up and make a friend, just...please consider my request? I'd absolutely love to get some gentle release. If not with you, I'm going home and using toys, so you might as well, you know, take advantage of that."

Ilorek's eye twitched and he clicked his beak. "You're very good at being convincing. Did you work on the debate club? Take law classes?"

"I have a vagina, dear. I know how to use it. You have a cock...." she paused to look him up and down as he stayed leaning against the counter. "...presumably a very large one. I'm sure you want to use it as well as I want it used." Her speech was growing more commanding as she pressed on.

Ilorek closed his eyes and sighed. "Okay, okay. Meat takes 20 minutes outside the oven to keep cooking and growing tender. Think you can enjoy a quickie in that much time?"

A smile slowly but gradually spread across Rook's muzzle until it peeled back her lips, forming a toothy grin. "I'm sure we can work something out. Lead me to your bedroom!" She quickly stood up and raised a finger to the roof in triumph.

"Sheesh, don't get too excited. No build up, I may not even be able to get it up!" Ilorek mumbled as he stepped out from behind the table to lead her down a hallway. She grabbed her satchel and followed, tongue lolled out a bit. His room was the door at the very end of the hall. Inside was a very simple, classy bedroom with a bed, two dressers, and a closet filled with silk shirts.

"Classy." She observed. "Precisely what I'd expect from you."

Ilorek blushed and extended a hand to point her to the bed. "I'm getting the impression I'm at a bit of a disadvantage. Seems you have done your research, but I knew practically nothing about you. Tell me, what all have they told you about me?"

She tossed her satchel onto the bed and turned to the much larger hippogryph. "Just what I needed to know. That you're smart, classy, and a gentlemen, but also very, very horny. You're part equine, after all. Errov are known as the symbol of virility, and I hear you're a poster boy for both families." she grabbed his shirt and started unbuttoning it.

Ilorek had to stop her by grabbing her hands and pulling them away from his buttons. "You're awfully observant, and know a lot of my species history."

"I told you, ex liberal arts major. You can't do liberal arts without taking anthropology and some psych classes. I was intriqued by you the moment I Jelo told me about you. And now, I think it's time to dissect your brain, do a bit of 'hands-on' research."

He held her wrists tight, still not sure how to go about mating someone he'd met not half an hour earlier. He stared her directly in her eyes as he tried to formulate the kindest rejection he could muster, but her enthusiasm was infectious and it was hard to not enjoy that. He felt the gentlest of tingles in his pants as his member, against his will, began to swell up, the wrinkled flesh folding out to form his member.

"Ilorek, don't pretend you don't want it. I can see the bulge in your pants. Like I said, let's have some fun, and see where it goes from there. If you don't like it, we can enjoy a meal, say our goodbyes, and move on. But seriously, I'm horny, you're horny, and if my pussy is going to be ravaged, I'd rather it be a sexy, classy stud like yourself than some inanimate hunk of rubber." She leaned back into him and gently pushed her claw tips back to his buttons.

He eventually relented and released his grip of her, letting the petite fox girl unbutton his shirt. His height let him easily see over her shoulder to catch a glance of her poofy tail waggling gently. "You know, you say you're in heat, but I'm not smelling it."

Rook stopped unbuttoning his shirt to shake her head in slight disbelief. "Why would you bring that up? I'm a fox, you're an Oaira-Errov crossbreed. I don't imagine you'd be able to smell my arousal all that well. Just enjoy it."

"But I could smell Ciennic heat, or pretty much any other species. I have an abnormally good sense of smell, you know. It makes me a good cook."

Rook sighed and rolled her eyes. "Please stop with the anecdotes and inquiry. Just mate me, would ya? Been holding off for a week so I could give it all to you."

"That's not creepy at all..." Ilorek mused.

"It's not, not take this shirt off, let me see that chest of yours." She unbuttoned the bottom few buttons and yanked his shirt down over his shoulders, gently tugging it over his feathered wrist hair. To her disappointment, his chest wasn't nearly as defined as his form made her think it would be. "Nice chest." She complimented. Before Ilorek could respond, she grabbed him and spun him around and pushed him over onto the bed. She jumped up onto him, straddling his hips and scritching at his chest floof.

"Whoa!" Ilorek exclaimed as he fell on his back, all 50 kilos of fox laying on his lower belly and upper thighs. His cock bulged in his pants, pressing up into her between legs and tail.

"Now that is a cock." She marveled. "And it's all busy and contained in those poor pants. We really should get them off." She reached down to the corners of her own tattered t-shirt and peeled it off herself, tossing it to the side of his bed. She shook her head to ruffle her hair and keep it out of her eyes as she smiled, looking down at Ilorek. "Looks like we're both topless now, eh?" She shook her torso to jiggle her breasts from side to side.

Ilorek was kind of stunned. Not only was she as eager as he'd ever seen in a female, but her form was near perfect. It was hard to see with her ragged punky shirt on that covered her breasts and made her look kinda homely, but her belly was incredibly well toned, and her breasts were a very, very nice size. Not to mention the fur on her was trimmed short, giving a good look at every one of her curves. "Very nice." He whispered to himself.

"What's that?" She prodded as she scuttled down his legs, leaning over to unbutton his shorts.

"N-nothing, carry on."

She nodded and kept at it, unzipping the shorts and yanking them down over his massive equine thighs; his semi erect cock sprung up and slapped on his belly as the shorts slipped down off his crotch. She had to hop off the bed to pull them completely off his feet, only to notice for the first time that he had avian feet rather than hooves. "What's this? Talons? I thought your species had hooves." She blurted.

"Most do, yeah. I'm different, in case you hadn't noticed."

Rook nodded in agreement and trained her eyes on his massive equine member. Even mostly still flaccid, the very tip of it rested above his bellybutton. His sack held two massive orbs, dangling freely between his gently spread legs; each one was as big as her fist. "Wow, you really are packing!" She licked her lips and hopped back up on him.

"But you're still wearing shorts, should you maybe fix that?" Ilorek suggested. "Hard to mate through pants."

"You're right! I WAS going to give you some oral care first, but I'm okay with just jumping on to ride." She scuttled backwards again and hopped out of her pants in a few quick motions, showing her full form from head to foot, torn jean shorts dangling off one finger as her tail and hips wagged gently. "Like what you see?"

Ilorek was leaning on his elbows on his bed, beak agape. "You remind me of someone..." he started, but immediately stopped himself from going further. Nothing less arousing than telling someone they reminded you of an old girlfriend. Even her tiny little canine vulva reminded him of Natasha.

"Good, use it." She instructed as she hopped back up onto him and tossed her shorts in the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Ilorek was kind of shocked, but he was growing increasingly convinced she really, really needed to be mated, and that there was no devious intention here.

Rook pressed her body down on his, squeezing Ilorek's cock between both of their bellies. It slowly grew and expanded to full girth, his cock tip pressing up between the underside of her pert breasts. She pushed her hips down to rub her slit against the underside of his cock, smearing a small trail of her arousal on his sheath between cock and balls. "Damn, you really are so big!" she marveled, pushing herself up off his chest. She grabbed his cock and held it flat against her belly, leaning over to force it between her tits.

Ilorek grunted and pushed his hips up, bucking into her hard enough to lift her off her knees. "Hnngph! Not so fast!"

"You said you wanted a quickie." she squeezed his shaft beneath the tip with both hands, fingers barely wrapping around it as she craned her neck down to give the tip a lick, his gryphon-like barbs catching on her luscious tongue. She had to stop to giggle. "I didn't realize you had barbs. That's okay, I like the extra stimulation." Once again, she leaned over to give his cock a lick, dragging her tongue around the rim before wrapping her lips around its entirety.

Ilorek immediately grunted and pushed his hips up as gently as he could. His instinct was to buck up as hard and fast as he could once he felt something wet and moist around his girth, but she was but a petite vixen doing her best to please him. He didn't want to hurt her one bit so he was being gentle. However, that just made him worried for her safety. His cock was almost as big around as her leg! How in the world was he going to fit inside that petite pussy?

With his cock still in her maw and his hips bucking up every few seconds, Ilorek reached over to his bedside desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a string of a half dozen plus sized condoms.

But rook immediately stopped him. She pulled her maw off his cock and licked up the bits of precum and slobber that had formed on her chin and shook her head. "Nono, no condoms." She kept bouncing up and down, squeezing his cock between her tits and rubbing her pussy against the underside of his shaft.

"W-why not?" He protested. "Safety first, and all that..."

"I'm allergic, and incompatible. You can't knock me up, and I promise I'm clean."

If the blood hadn't rushed in anticipation to his nethers, Ilorek may have called off the whole deal or maybe hesitated, but as his arousal had taken command of his body, he was happy with this explanation. "Alrighty then!" He chirped, tossing the condoms over to the table, disregarding the fact that they missed and fell behind it rather than in the drawer on top or beside the candle. He placed both hands on her hips and pushed her down, bucking up to slip his cock tip between her breasts again.

She happily squeezed both soft, fleshy mounds together to smother as much of his girth as she could, gaping open her jaw to give another lick as she did so. But she quickly gave up on this. "This isn't enough, dear. I need you in me." She splayed her legs out as wide as they would to and inched her way forward, trapping his member between her lips and his belly, sliding moist vulva up its underside until she was up around his chest, her pussy lips kissing at the underside of his tip. "Much better."

"A-are you sure?" Ilorek cautioned. Even in his arousal-addled mind, he could tell the physics just weren't supporting her desires.

But Rook ignored his warning and leaned forward, pressing her chest into his face. Even with her legs up under his shoulders, the size difference between the vixen and hippogryph meant that her chest was perfectly distanced to let him snuggle into her. "Ssshh, you let me take care of that." She cooed, smothering the upper half of his beak with her tits as she reached around her rump to grab at his cock tip. She rubbed it against her opening up and down gently as she forced his head down onto the bed with her breasts. She rocked back and forth to feel his massive width press against her lips, spreading them with ease but not quite slipping in. She could feel it pressing against her hip bones, the very tip of it prodding at the crook in her lips that pushed into her canal; she could even feel his barbs waving back and forth as his muscles contracted to tickle her velvet flesh, but it didn't go in.

"You okay?" Ilorek asked as he tried to pull her up off his length. She had been pushing down very hard, so hard his dick started to bend.

"No, I've got this." She assured him, reaching back to rub him against her moist opening. She pushed down again, feeling his flesh part her lips, but once again fail to slip in.

Ilorek, worried about a bent dick, grabbed her sides and lifted her off his member, leaving it to flop on his belly. "Can you stop that, dear? It's not gonna fit. Not like that!"

Rook nodded in agreement. "I suppose you're right." But then her eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers. "But I did bring something for that!" She hopped off him and dove over the side of the bed to rustle in her satchel. There was a rustling sound as she dug through her belongings, eventually fist pumping in the air, a small bottle in her hand. "I have lube!"

Ilorek blinked. Of course she had lube, why didn't she use it in the first place? "That's good. Now get up here!"

She happily hopped back up onto the bed and pulled his cock down, straddling his hips to that his entire shaft was resting between her rump cheeks. "Much better!" She raised the bottle of lube and squirted a gob of it in her palm, concentrating hard on it as she bit her tongue.

Ilorek thought this was particularly cute; he couldn't help but smile. It reminded him of Natasha's cute innocence.

"Alright, now we've got some lube, let's see how it works on this redwood, shall we?" She reached back, cupping Ilorek's rounded equine glans, letting bits of lube drip over the sides in between the nubs to paint clear fluid streaks down his length. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and rubbed in a circle, ensuring to get every inch of him from soaked with lube from tip to median ring. "There we go, that oughtta do it." she smeared the remaining lube on her palm between her cheeks, using a single finger to push some inside of her. For a split moment, she just kept her finger inside, tensing it up to swish it up and down. Her maw gaped open and she gasped a little as a tiny tremor rocked her body.

"Um, cock is getting cold, dear." Ilorek reminded her, tensing up his muscles to slap his cock between her cheeks, hitting her wrist that was twisted in an awkward position to slip a few digits into her.

"Oh, right." She hushed, pulling her fingers from between her lips with a wet slurping sound. "I guess you probably want to bury your bone somewhere."

Ilorek cringed at the pun. "I'm no cien, dear. No need for the puns."

"Deal. Just...okay, let's do this." She sat up straight and twisted her form to grab a hold of his cock from behind, pushing it in between her cheeks as she rode it up and down. She loved feeling it under her tail, poking and prodding at her rump, the barbs catching on bits of fur as is slipped between the cheeks and slid across her puffy, tender lips. She let out a gasp as she lifted up as high as she could go, feeling his cock tip prod at her vulva. "There we goooo...." She trailed off, using her fingers to delicately aim him right at her slit.

The vixen took in a deep breath and pushed down on him, keeping her grip firm to ensure he didn't slip to the side or bend. She'd hate for him to bend; no sexual pain was worse. The lube helped; she could feel her lips parting and his cock tip compressing to slip between her hip bones, but as soon as she felt the firm shaft within push into her, she felt a sharp stab of pain under her tail, so she pulled off, whimpering as she tensed her nethers.

"Are you alright?" Ilorek asked, a look of concern in his eyes as he reached up to caress her arm.

She gritted her teeth and nodded. "Just give me a moment. It's like this some time." She took in another deep breath and used her rump cheeks to give his length a long, slimy stroke before arching her back and aiming him at her slit another time. She could feel his equine head compress with ease this time, slipping between her petite pussy lips to lurch forth and expand inside her, where a knot was meant to engorge.

"Aaaah!" She let out a semi pained moan as she curled her toes and lifted her tail tall. She immediately used both hands to push down on Ilorek's feathered chest, getting him covered in lube.

Ilorek continued to stroke her arm, careful to not buck up into her. Pleasant and tight as she was, he couldn't dare abuse her hole like he did other females. He needed to be delicate. "Are you sure you're okay?" He pressed.

She nodded, bottom lip quivering. "Darlin', this is precisely how I love it...just be gentle. Let me be in control, mmkay?" She nodded as she stared him directly in the eyes, hoping to influence his urge to let her be in control.

"Sure thing, dear." he agreed, nodding in response.

Rook immediately closed her eyes up for a third time, taking in a deep breath as she reached for the lube a second time, careful to not misstep for fear of sitting down too hard to feel him push too deep into her, or to pull of him and have to push him back in through her tight opening. Like most canines, her passage was incredibly tight for the first few inches then opened up considerably to allow for a fully inflated knot. Ilorek's bulbous equine tip was spongy and huge compared to his shaft, so she was happy to leave him a few inches buried in her in her comfort zone. If he pulled out, his head would pass through her tight section and hurt again.

"Just let me hold here for a moment." She insisted, still fumbling around for the lube bottle, which she soon found. Careful and with legs shaking as she tried her damned hardest to keep her hips and legs in the exact position they were in, she sat up straight and poured some more into her hands. With one wet slap, she smeared all of the lube onto every inch of Ilorek's shaft down to his sheathe and balls. She also used some to soak the inside of her cheeks. "I'm going to push down now..." she warned, then did just that, arching her back and pushing down to feel him slowly slip into her, his glans pushing in deeper past her tightness so that her lips could rest on his median ring.

Ilorek rested his hand on her hip, guiding her down so that she didn't go in at the wrong angle. He could feel his length slip between her folds with ease, the insides of her rump cheeks giving his member a massage just before the inches slipped by. He did buck up, but incredibly gently. Her pussy was so tight that it was basically pushing the lube down his shaft so it was balling and rolling up just above his median ring before dribbling over the sides of it to land on his belly and sheathe. "So...tight..." he mumbled to himself, beak closed tight as his eyes rolled back in his head. He could feel his senses overwhelmed, the pinching ring of her flesh damn near cutting circulation off to his not inconsiderably sized equine head within her.

"That'sssss right!" She moaned, throwing her head back and leaning into his thrust. She pulled her tail up as high as she she could as she let out a drawn out 'yiff', as vixens tend to do.

Ilorek hated that sound, usually. But this, this was okay. The sound of an incredibly eager fox bitch pushing her way down on his shaft and letting out a decidedly fox vocalization was alright with him! The sound urged him to give another buck, but this time he felt himself hit the limits of her depths as her vulva swallowed up his median ring. He'd found her limits, so he knew how hard, fast, and deep to thrust. "Brace yourself, dear...." he warned as he pulled himself out so that his head was resting just inside her tightness.

"You got it." she grinned, clamping her muscles down and staring him directly in the eyes, her ocean blue irises practically hypnotizing the hippogryph stud, not that he'd be noncompliant anyway. She pushed down on him as he bucked up, his length slipping into her quickly until they both felt her bottom out, his median ring sitting right inside her tightness. They paused only a moment before pulling away from one aother; her tugging her hips off his length and him pulling himself down at an angle to leave himself just barely inside her.

He noticed she wasn't quite as tight as at first - the friction had loosened her up a bit. Her swollen lips were turning pink, something he noticed as he looked down between their bodies. It was a wonderful sight to him, her pink, engorged lips wrapped around his member, tugging as he pulled out and spreading wide as he pushed inside. He could barely keep himself from exploding into her womb, but he held off. He never let his partners down.

"Oh...oh! Ooooh! Ooo....-OH!" She reared back again, pushing her weight down on him to swallow his meat between her lips, vocalizations brisk and cut off by every shallow thrust. She could feel her body trembling as her flesh began to quiver, a familiar tingling bubbling up from her clit and travelling down her canal to her g-spot (which was on the inner shelf of her tight ring of flesh near the opening, so it was very hard to hit, even with her own fingers. A knot or inflated flare could hit it perfectly, though.) with her legs trembling and her lower body tensed up as she hit a pleasure plateau, she stopped thrusting, instead letting Ilorek do all the work.

The stud was no stranger to this. Her body tensed up, lower lip quivering and pussy contracting rapidly with her quickening heartbeat. Her hips and legs were having a hard time keeping her up just above him, as they were growing weak. Taking the helm, he wrapped each of his hands around her hips and pushed himself up into her exactly as deep as she'd grown comfortable before pulling out again. His body rocked his bed, but it rocked her body more.

She groaned and whimpered as he pounded into her like a jackhammer, each vocalization cut off as he hilted his median ring inside her, only to start up again as he pulled out, feeling his shaft from middle to tip slipping between the tight sphincter of flesh meant to lock a tie in her. She tried to let out a gasp or a proper moan, but the pressure between her hips was too much, it filled her to the point where it was almost like she couldn't inhale a lung full of air. She was oddly okay with this.

But Ilorek couldn't hold back any farther. He was, after all, part equine. AS he pushed into her at an increasingly rapid pace, he felt the pressure grow as his flare expanded to its full girth, which was almost three times as wide as his shaft. The rim exploded outwards and tugged on her ring of flesh as he went to pull out, but then he pushed back in, compressing his flesh against her back canal, feeling a powerful wave of seed shoot from his balls all the way through his shaft and into her, pushing her tight, tenderized flesh outward in every direction to make room for his deposit. He gave one last tug on his cock, feeling his still enormous flare catching on the inside of her tightness for the last time, hitting the perfect spot inside that drove her wild.

"Aah...AH! Aaaaahhhhh, ooooh. Oh! Oh! OoooooooOOOOOOOOOhhhhh...." she collapsed in a heap on Ilorek's chest, heaving and breathing heavily, occasionally puttering out a moan or a whimper as she exhaled, pussy twitching in delight around his girth. His warm sticky cum had filled her quite well; canines had thinner seed, but his, his was so thick and gooey that she could feel every bit of it slosh about inside. "Oh...Ilorek, goddamn. Damn, just...gaaaahhh!" She let out a final moan as she caressed his cheek, nuzzling his neck as she tried her best to straighten her legs, pulling him out of her.

His flare was still at full size inside her, but a flare is quite spongy and easy to compress; that coupled with the fact that his shaft was already shrinking and growing flaccid inside her meant that every inch of him managed to effortlessly slip out of her with one glorious lurch, leaving a sloppy mess of cum oozing out from her puffy, red lips.

Rook giggled a little. "Now that's the kind of mating that's worth waiting two weeks for." She let out a long sigh and propped herself up on her hands, leaning onto his chest. "And thanks so much for being understanding, darlin'."

Ilorek nodded, barely able to muster the strength to lift his head and give a proper salute. His hands were still on her hips, pushing her down onto his crotch even though his cock was deflating and retreating to its sheathe, a pool of his own cum forming form her creampie. "I'd clean that up for you, if you'd like me to." He offered, reaching a single finger around her rump to rub at her sopping wet pussy lips.

She offered him a warm smile as she shook her head, rolling off his body and raising her leg into the air. "No thanks, I've got this." She propped herself up beside him on the bed and leaned down, leg in the air, to gently and tenderly lap at her own slit, cleaning it of any errant leakage. The vixen gobbled up every drop of the stuff, swallowing it like it was deposited in her throat. Once she was done, she gave her lips a gentle rub and got up to her feet, walking a little funny as she stepped over her satchel to her pile of clothes. "So, we still on for roast? I'd like to actually get to know you."

Ilorek nodded, rubbing the side of his sheathe. "But one condition."

"What's that?" she offered with a warm smile.

"Can you clean me off too? Call it the appetizer." he pointed to the pools of cum that were quivering in his crotch.

She paused a moment to get a good look at his equine folds before rolling her eyes. "You sly dog. I'd love to clean you up for dinner."