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The sound of the birds rang in the garden, they sang lustfully to one another, calling out back and forth with loud trills. The doors opened out to the balcony, showing the moonlight that was spilling in along the darkened room. It wasn't the sound of the birds or the soft dancing light that Morgan was concentrating on, it was the woman spread out on the bed in front of him. The deep red lion dog stretched out on the bed, his fingers slowly ran along her inner thighs as he pushed his muzzle forward and slowly curled his tongue tip forward and brushed right along the edge of her outer lips. His eyes closed, savoring the taste of her, the sweet fertile brush that made his hot breath come out in a humid rush along her inner thighs.

They were destined for one another, they had been since the day she had been born and his family rejoiced in her. She was four years his junior, four years was a great deal of time in his family to go without a new child, four years hinted that the sire or dam might no longer be fertile. When the deep maroon cub had arrived his parents had celebrated, not simply because of the addition of another heir, but because it meant the continuation of their family line. The Nann Dynasty had never fallen, never even been truly challenged in all the centuries that they had ruled over their collection of provinces. And the key for that domination was held in the fact that they refused to water down their line. They weren't like the Chin Dynasty, who had become more and more dragon like as they had intermarried with other royal houses.

Once the lion-dogs had been creations born and bred to rule, an elite line that had risen up from the fires of war. They were dying off, as his father was fond of snarling, every year their species became more rare, interbreeding with other races, but not here. Not in the heart of their provinces where they were able to ensure that their people remain proud and strong. And his own line, his own personal family, that had turned to each other over the last forty years, interbreeding cousin to cousin, brother and sister, father and daughter, keeping their species strong and pure. That's what Tanya's birth had meant, that they could continue their line without the fear of having to lose what made them able to rule.

His father and mother were brother and sister, their parents had been a pair of cousins, it went back for years and now it was his turn to take up the mantle. His sister was lovely, her body stretched out in a brilliant ruby-red color that tinged darker at her appendages. Her lack of mane and the long sweeping whiskers were made up for in the brilliance of her eyes. Her body soft and curved beneath his paws as he loomed above her and felt his cock starting to slip from his sheath, the length of it throbbing and glistening with an edge of precum. He had already been half aroused when he came to her door, purposefully working himself up in his room for this moment, he needed to take her, impregnate her the first time he was with her. That was the goal, proof of his virility as well as not being exactly sure how often he could do this. How often he could rouse himself to the task.

Even now he was trembling, fighting to keep his arousal, but mostly it worked with her scent in his muzzle. The warm sweet scent that flooded his nostrils and filled his senses. It called to a part of him that had no need of trying to think. It went beyond words, beyond anything he had ever imagined. All that mattered was the female beneath his hands, the taste of her on his tongue as he flicked his tongue out a bit and curled upwards in a slow smooth stroke. The taste of her flooded him, the taste sweet and heavy while he shifted his hips forward with a slight rock that slipped his cock along the softness of the silk covers and felt a tremor ran down along the line of his spine. That scent!

His fingers moved and trailed along the curve of her hips, feeling the thickness of her tail brushing between his legs as Tanya arched and opened her jaws with a short cry bursting past her lips. He rolled his eyes up at her, watching her body as he flicked his tongue out and push the tip right out along the line of her soft plush folds, his tongue tip danced around the edges, caressed inwards along the inner folds while she writhed beneath the push of his tongue that started to force the maw open wider and wider. He caught right along her swollen passage and his sister reached down to grip his mane, her fingers clutched eagerly against him as he muffled a low groan. Her walls contracted around his tongue, suckling and squeezing as he pushed it forward and curled in deeper.

"Morgan..." Tanya's voice was sweet and soft as she squirmed and his paws moved up along her hips, rubbing the pad of his tongue up along the bud of her clit. "AHHH!"

He twitched his lips up, partially as his green tongue began to flutter in slow flickering movements, rolling right along the tip of the clit and swirling in slow circles to make her writhe. Her hands moved towards the thick curling sweep of his horns, gripping them and squeezing, pulling him in closer as he moved to all fours and rumbled, the vibrations trilled along the peak of her clit, fluttering while he moved his fingers up to run along the sweep of her belly. He knew his duty, he had been told it all his life, but now he was trying to build up to it as he worked his tongue in and out slowly, rubbing through the clutching muscles, his sister quivering under him.

He shifted his other hand beneath him, wrapping his fingers around the gleaming green of his shaft, his thumb pad shifted up towards the tapered tip and felt the precum oozing out as more and more of his girth pushed out into his palm. A low growl vibrated from his throat, thrilling louder and louder as he narrowed his eyes and simply savored the way that his paw felt, the scents, he tried to give himself over to them as he'd been advised. And it began to work, his mind started to flare with instincts that he could let run rampant, while his thoughts of dissatisfaction and confusion were suppressed. He could do this, he would do this.

With a rumble, Morgan lifted his head and ran his pale green tongue over his lips, baring his teeth slightly as the red female blinked up at him. Her colors were all done in ruby red and deeper red-black, from her tongue to her paw pads, to the short narrow horns that curved along her head. Her dark eyes were focused on him, not quite able to really look at him as he moved one red paw up to cup her heat swollen mound, his green pads brushed lightly along the edges and kneaded along her mound as he moved forward. He knew it was all wrong, at least, some part of him knew. It wasn't that it was his sister, it was that she was female and the position wasn't what he normally wanted to be in. He pushed that away, and instead moved his paws to grasp her legs, counting on instinct to lead him.

His fingers bit down tightly against her, right above the knee and pulled her beneath him while his cock flexed against his belly. The syrupy drool of his precum ran down along his stomach, drooling down his medial ring and towards his sheath covered knot. Her hand moved, running lightly along his chest, trailing downwards until he felt her fingers lightly wrapping around his cock tip and made him groan out in pleasure. His jaws spread open as he let out a short shuddering breath and bucked lightly against her dark palm and leaned down to nip lightly at her shoulder.

"Aim me.." He growled out, the sound rumbling through his throat as her paw moved down to wrap around the base of his cock and pulled his tip down to brush along her outer folds.

He teased the slippery spill over her finger tips as he rocked back and forth, the light movements grinding and pushing upwards before drawing back again. His eyes squeezed shut, concentrating only on the scent and feel of the body beneath him, the way the fingers teased around him and rubbed towards his medial ring. She pushed her hand all the way down towards the base, pushing his sheath down and revealing the swollen knot on his luminescent green shaft. His tail lashed behind him, twisting and snapping as one of her legs moved around him, curling along his upper thighs and the tip of his cock pushed down to nudge right along the plush swollen folds.

"Yes...." He breathed out shallowly as he felt the slippery heat clinging along his tip and his hips gave a slow rock forward.

His cock tip caught right along the plush silken opening and that was all he needed to let instinct kick in. His sister clutched against him, squeezing him with her lips pressed against his shoulder as she let out a high pitched call while he sank himself into the feverishly warm depths. Inch by inch he pushed inwards, the walls stretching open wide, clinging around him while the first jet of precum erupted out of his tip and splattered deep inside of her. He pushed in until his medial ring popped inwards with a lewd wet noise and her hips bucked up against him. Helping him ink in deeper while he clutched her hips in his hands, digging in hard enough to make her whimper before he gave a rough bucking thrust forward, driving himself in until his knot pushed up against her swollen folds.

"Gods... Deeper..." Her voice whispered in his ear, sweet and soft, just like Tanya always had been.

She had always been the perfect daughter to the family, always been sweet and obedient, not like he was. Ever since he'd been born he had been trouble, but not Tanya, she was held up as example to him and even in this she was passionate and obedient. Her hands slid along his back, caressing along the fur, while her tail twisted around his own. He reached down to nip a bit more firmly against the curve of her shoulder, possessively tugging and pulling until she let out a high pitched whimper before he drew his hips backwards. His medial ring slid along her sensitive passage, running lightly and pulling until she was letting out high pitched noises under her breath.

Her walls clutched around him, clamping down tightly and pulling, the suckling sensation making him cry out in a groaning sound muffled only by her fur. He pulled until his cock tip slipped outwards, the strands of precum clung to him before he popped out with a wet noise. Her own arousal coated him, glistening wetly as he held the pose for a moment before plunging forward again with a rough powerful buck. He drove himself home, forcing himself back in with his medial ring plunging in with a squelching noise as the precum and her own arousal was pushed out around the edges. Her entire body shuddered under him as she bucked up, pushing until his hips drove down harder, wedging his cock into her passage with a lewd wet noise. Some of the wetness pushed out against his sheath while his narrow cock tip nudged right up against the soft barrier of her cervix.

He didn't hold still, the moment he was sheathed inside of her, her hips began to move in short powerful bucks. He pulled out, his knot pulling free with a slick noise before driving back into her again. A low growl vibrated low in her throat, panting out a short rush of breath against her before yanking back again. His hand moved blindly, sliding up along her leg and forced her knee up towards her chest as he bucked forward again and dragged backwards again. The medial ring pulling free before forcing her to wrap around him again. The slick hot walls clung around him, the muscles contracting and relaxing, trying to hold him in deep as he bottomed out inside of his sister only to draw back out again.

He used his weight to keep her pinned in place, his body shuddering in a spike of pleasure as he felt her squirming beneath his weight, arching and twisting, trying to hilt him back inside of her each time he pulled back. His medial ring rubbed and pulled through her, making him forget his earlier misgivings and simply push into the moment that was fire and need. His eyes remained squeezed tightly shut as he drove himself in, his tip hitting hard against that inner barrier while his knot popped in and out wetly. The outer lips were forced inwards before slipping free with a wet popping sound, the inner walls clutched and squeezed, trying to hold him in deep each time he tried to pull backwards. He had to fight her own eager body to do so, as well as the swelling base of his cock.

He could feel himself growing larger, spreading open wider and wider by the moment, the wet popping sound rang in his ears as he let out a low hissing sound and pushed her leg all the way up. Her knee pushed against her breast, keeping her bared to him as he shifted his hold on her shoulder. It all felt... wrong, but it didn't matter, his body was involved and he could feel his peak rising as her walls caressed over him. His cock tip plunged in deeper, the tip splayed open wider and wider, his knot pulsed and grew, forcing her body to stretch in a taut O around him. He struggled to push forward, prying her open wider and wider, Tanya's cry was sweet in his ears, high pitched before he drove inwards, his muscled back arching and tightening.

Her entire body locked around him, the walls contracted greedily around him, pulling and squeezing, making him shudder in place as his balls pushed up along the curve of as her ass cheeks. The tightened and quivered, heaving as his knot swelled to it's highest point and he pinned his ears flat back. His teeth gripped her too hard as his tip wedged along the fertile opening to her womb, her body shuddered against him and he dimly heard her cry. He barely flinched, not when the first flash of heat rushed through him in a hot heady wave. He came to a halt against his sister, holding her in close as the first hot sperm rich rushed erupted out of his cock tip and hit hard against her cervix.

Rope after gooey rope was flung into her, sending the rush of his sperm into her body, her walls began to convulse and contract around him, milking him and held tightly around his knot. He couldn't pull free even if he wanted too, his sister's own body was holding him in tight as the throbbing length poured rush after rush of his seed into her, her hips trembling against his own. Her paws ran along his back, caressing him, stroking towards the base of his tail as he trembled against her, her breath tickled against the curve of his neck making him arch it slightly. Already, millions of his sperm were rushing towards her vulnerable womb, seeking to flood it, conquer it and fill it with the next generation of his Dynasty. And none of it felt right.

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"You were certainly a long while, sir." Reynard's voice was soft, a purring sound that trilled in Morgan's ears as he padded into his bedroom. "I was expecting you far sooner."

"I thought you had the evening off." Morgan turned his eyes towards the green lion dog standing at the door, holding it open politely. "I was sure I told you to have the evening to yourself."

He tried to keep the weariness from his tone as he pushed his mane back, the damp tendrils curled along his fingers. He had spent a long time in the hot pools, letting his mind be calm, he had expected to come to his rooms to silence and quiet to sort out his thoughts, but his body servant had been waiting at the door. Reynard was, for all intents and purposes, a near twin to him in terms of body. They both boasted muscular forms that had broad shoulders and thick full manes, their muzzles had the same slight arch along their nose and the long spill of their tendrils and tufts beneath their chins. The only true difference between them were their colors, a glaring error that was all too noticeable when they stood in front of one another.

Where as Morgan boasted the royal colors of deep red and gold, the hint of green allowed in their lineage, Reynard was green. A pale soft green that darkened along his mane and claws, but still green. It was a uniform color that was rarely tolerated in the royal line, even his sister had black tints and yellow to her red coloration to mark her as a true member of their bloodline. Only the lower class had such uniform colors, which attested to his mother who had been a lovely little maid that tended the stables. They shared a father together, the same bold male had sired them both, Reynard being two years older. Only the fact that Morgan had been born to his mother had gifted him the throne one day, only that had given them a dividing line.

"I had my own thoughts on how to spend the evening." Reynard drawled out lazily and smiled, closing the door and gesturing. "I have fixed you dinner, Master."

The last word was drawled out, a hint of mockery to it that made Morgan's ears twitch backwards on his head. That was another dividing line between them, one that he was both embarrassed by, and secretly enjoyed. Reynard was confident and full of wit, his ability to use his tongue to turn a phrase was something that had saved Morgan countless times. He was an amazing advisor, one that could project his confidence and teach Morgan the same. He may have been inducted into the household due to his bastard blood, but he had earned his place in it, he had proven himself time and again until there was no one else in the world that Morgan trusted as much as he did his half brother.

"You mean you wanted to see if I could do it." Morgan sighed and let out a short groan as he stretched, feeling the new clothes sliding along his body. "Well I did, just... was weird."

"Your sister is quite lovely, why on earth would you have such trouble?" Reynard's voice deepened to a purr as the door closed behind him. "I wouldn't have any trouble."

"She's your sister too." Morgan reminded him, padding to his bed with a relieved sigh. "I just think it felt weird."

It had felt odd, unsatisfying- in so many ways when he'd finished, he hadn't wanted to linger or to enjoy himself again. His sister had certainly hinted at it, her tongue had bathed his cock and cleaned the last bit of seed from him, but that hadn't been enough to make him want to go all over again. He had just wanted to leave, he had done his best, her womb was filled with his seed. He had hopes that this would be the last time that he had to stud her, that his seed would take and she would be out of heat soon.

"Mmm I bet it did..." Reynard's voice was throaty, teasing as he moved around the room with an easy grace. "Tell me, did you enjoy it?"

The green lion dog moved forward with a slight gleam of the yellow-green eyes, they were flashing in the light as he began the normal end of evening tasks that he always saw too. He shaded down the lanterns and closed the windows against the first brush of chill air that was spilling in through the open glass. He did so as perfectly trained as any servant, but there was a way that he held his body made it seductive and mocking. And Morgan loved him for it, here was a servant that wasn't demure and quiet, who didn't act as if there was something wrong with speaking his mind. He was honest, more honest than anyone else and he could relax in his presence.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it just felt strange." Morgan shifted a little bit as he settled on the bed and tipped his ears back. "Can't really describe it that well."

"Strange?" Reynard pricked his ears up, his eyes brightening slightly as he padded over with his hips swaying back and forth lightly. His yellow-green eyes were fixed on him, darkening with a sensual look. "Ahh and how was it strange, hmm?"

"It just..." Morgan started to try and explain, but stopped as one large green paw moved down to slip right along the curve of his chest and his half brother moved onto the bed, one knee dipping down to press onto the bed. "I mean..."

"Was it strange like this?" Reynard purred, his voice a rich teasing croon before one paw moved up to glide along his chest, running lightly against the fabric of his shirt, trailing downwards.

"Yes.." Morgan sucked in a breath through his teeth as the fingers ran and trailed down towards his stomach.

"Or does this feel so much better, my noble brother?" Reynard mocked softly, his tail flickering back and forth as his other hand moved up to slide through Morgan's thick red mane.

He didn't make any attempt to look subservient, he never did, instead the fingers dug down against the thick soft mane and squeezed, pulling his head back dominantly before dipping his muzzle down to run his tongue right along the curve of the throat. The broad tongue ran upwards in a slow stroke, pushing all the way up towards the underside of the chin. He was forced to keep his head tilted back by the hold on his mane, he squirmed in place as he felt the hot breath tickling out and running down towards the curve of the shoulders. The teeth lightly ran out lightly, nibbling and brushing lower towards the start of his shoulders as he let out a breathy whimper low in his throat. The other hand moved down lower and curled just beneath the edge of his pants, the claws scraping out against his belly.

There was another reason he preferred his half brother as his servant, and this was it, the male was as confident in matters of the bedroom as he was in matters of the court. They had grown up together from his early teenage years, it had been strangely natural for them to explore each other sexually. It had started innocently enough, but as they grew older, Reynard had become more and more dominant, more sure of himself. More commanding. It was in his touch, the way that he hooked his claws right beneath the pants and let out an approving rumble as the pull of the claws began to pull them downwards. The slow drag revealed the narrow tip of his cock came out, the sow drool of gooey precum spilled down as his brother let out an approving chuff.

"Is this what was missing?" He breathed out teasingly, the claws caressed lightly, scraping beneath the thick soft fur and tickled at the skin beneath.

Morgan squirmed, his body shivering under the touch and responding as the teeth nipped again towards the base of his collar bone. "Yes... This is what was missing..."

Reynard's grin only grew and he pulled the pants downwards in one smooth motion, standing up as he did so, looming over the bed while Morgan squirmed in place. His cock was more than halfway out of his sheath, rapidly hardening and pushing out along the line of his belly. He didn't have to try and trick his mind into being with a female or getting himself roused because he felt thrown off center, he simply felt a wash of need. It flared through his body, running along his belly and spreading along his loins as he squirmed in place and groaned out. The claws ran along his hips, trailing downwards before his brother's lips parted in a slow sensual smile. The eyes brightened and he shifted up over the bed and reached his fingers around, the touch gliding towards the curve of his ass cheek. The grip was firm, pulling him down along the edge of the bed so his ass slipped over the edge, making his tail slap out against the curve of the long green legs.

"You know what I want, Morgan." He growled out, his voice deepening dominantly, his body leaning forward so he could see the bulge along the servant's blue pants. "You know what you need."

Heat rushed to his ears and he ran his green tongue along his whiskers as he shifted forward and flipped his ears back flat against his head. He had to wriggle and strain to reach for the line of the servant's blue pants and hooked his thumbs under them. He lifted himself up from the bed, his horns nearly rubbing against the broad chest so he could roll the pants down. The warm scent of male was on the air as teeth suddenly nipped right against his neck, firmly pulling as he pushed the pants downwards. The band of the pants slipped down, running down towards the swell of the balls, freeing the entire shaft that slapped up along the line of the belly with a ropey spill of precum that ran along his fingers. The sight of it throbbing and pulsing, the medial ring that stood out, the thick knot made Morgan suck in a swift breath, his entire body tensing up before he leaned forward and gave into the urge to flick his tongue out.

He rolled his glowing green tongue right along the glans, stroking and rubbing, pushing along the tip with a roll that scooped up the gleaming precum. It was salty sweet on his tongue, spreading over his senses and making him push his tongue back and forth slowly, gathering up the taste with a soft groan of pleasure. He moved his paw up, to wrap right around the thick knot, squeezing along the length as he wrapped his lips around the glans and suckled over it. His brother let out an approving growl, rocking his hips upwards, sinking inch by steady inch into his maw. He pushed his lips down and pushed right over the ridge of the medial ring, his tongue pushed down and wrapped around the glistening spire, the hot taste of the precum dribbled down along his tongue.

Reynard's hands gripped his horns, clutching down tightly and forcing his head forward so that more and more of the girth pushed into his muzzle, the thick flesh making him struggle to swallow around it. His breath came out in short rough puffs as he pulled his tongue backwards, dragging up, swirling right along the cock tip. The hold on his horns guided him back down, pushing deeper and deeper, making him strain around the spire as more and more pushed along his tongue. The wet drooling precum flowed along his tongue, making him swallow faster, trying to struggling as his lips began to push down towards the swell of the knot, straining his lips open wide as the swollen tip wedged towards his throat.

For one moment he couldn't breathe, his jaws spread open wide as his lips wrapped around the base of the cock, his lips nestled right down against the sheath. The oozing precum spilled down along his tongue and throat, the convulsive swallowing pulling around the spire, pulling backwards as the grip on the horns started to relax and allowed him to pull the spire from his throat. Strands of precum and saliva clung along the green tip as it slipped out with a wet sound, spilling down along his chin as his brother let out a growling purr low in his throat.

"On your belly..." The words were mixed with the purr, thrumming as Morgan looked up at the tall green form, his body alive, his heart pounding in his ears. "Present yourself to me."

It was a command, one that he obeyed without thinking about it as he rolled over on his belly while Reynard stepped backwards to watch him. He pushed his belly down against the bed, his knees pulling up onto the bed, pushing his ass up into the air with his tail curling down along the line of his back. The moment his ass was put on display the large green paws cupped against them, curling and squeezing playfully, the fingers sweeping up to rush right along the base of his tail. The thumbs pushed and brushed back and forth lightly, teasing and spreading his ass cheeks apart before the weight on the bed shifted. Morgan groaned out low in his throat as the weight slid along his back and he felt the gleaming green length pushing right up along the crease of his ass.

This was what was missing with his sister, he had never been put in control in this position, never been on top, he enjoyed being beneath like this, being put in the control of another. How his father would frown to know his son preferred this position, but he couldn't change how he felt, what aroused him and this was it. He squirmed as the slow pull backwards, trailed the glistening cock tip between his cheeks, running down to nestle right up against the silken rosebud of the pucker. The push rolled around the edges, caressing and drooling a thick dribble of precum over him, the slippery saliva coated girth pushed forward and his half-brother's hands moved down to push right against the small of his back, pushing firmly as Reynard rolled forward with a powerful slow thrust.

Morgan cried out, his entire body going stiff as the cock tip wedged into his body, spreading him open, straining his inner walls open wider and wider as Reynard groaned out in pleasure. His inner muscles clamped down tightly, squeezing and pulling, drawing the cock into his body as the lubricated shaft began to drive in a bit harder. His own cock flexed against his belly, throbbing and drooling strands of precum towards the bed beneath him as the firm rough thrust forced nearly half of the green cock into his body, the medial ring pushing up snugly right along his straining anal ring. His inner walls began to squeeze and pull, suckling around him as he dropped his head down against the covers and dug his fingers against the covers, muffling his groan.

Reynard let out a throaty growl and leaned down, his hand slipping along the back of his neck and curled through the thick heavy mane, gripping it down and pulling Morgan's head up as the medial ring forced forward. It popped in with a slick noise, the thick ridge stroked through him and made him squirm in place, twisting and wriggling as he felt the thick ridge to run right along the sensitive ridge of his prostate. The powerful green hips began to drive harder against him, splaying him open wider and wide, his walls straining to the point that he could barely hold the so large length.

The next thrust upwards drove forward and the knot drove right up against his pucker and made him writhe in place, his ears pinned flat back against his head. The weight of the girth pulled through him, tugging along the clutching inner folds before he pulled backwards again, the slow smooth stroke dragging the medial ring out with a wet popping noise before he drove himself back inside of him. Morgan's back arched upwards, giving a short buck backwards, feeling the medial ring pushing back into him. His jaws spread open wide, groaning out and squeezing his eyes shut. His brother began to steadily thrust forward, driving his medial ring in and out as hot thick spills of precum plunged into his body.

His cock began to throb along his belly, the base started to swell open wider and wider, the sheath was pushed down towards the base of his cock as he steadily began to stretch open wider. He didn't need to touch himself, his body was alive with sensations, the smooth strokes of the cock driving into him, the base that pushed up tight against his pucker, prying him open wider. He squirmed and bucked, rocking backwards with short powerful thrusts as some of the oozing precum began to push out around the edges, forced out by the thickness of the girth. Reynards hands moved to grip against either side of his hips, squeezing firmly as the next thrust forced the walls to open wider and wider, the taut anal ring wrapped around the knot.

One of his brother's paws reached up, he let out a sharp snarl as the hand gripped the base of his tail and yanked him backwards. He felt a rush of pressure, his anal ring was pushed inwards, stretching wider and wider as he sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes squeezed shut, shuddering in place as he felt the first burst of heat running over him and his walls strained open and wrapped around the knot. The moment it sank in place, his hips started to give shallow thrusts, pulling and tugging along the swollen base that was starting to stretch open wider and wider, opening and straining his silken inner walls. He let out a short noise deep in his throat, jaws opening up as he felt his body struggling to accept the girth.

His own cock was starting to throb under him, mimicking the swelling of the knot that was straining. He could feel every pulse, the medial ring caressed him, finding the most sensitive parts to run over. The heavy round orbs pushed up against his own, bumping together, but he could feel his own tightening up as he leaned his head further back. He let out a high pitched groan, his inner walls clamped down tightly and started to pull around the shaft, locking around the knot that soon swelled it's full girth inside of him. It was too much, the spike of pleasure that rushed through him, his body quivering as his walls began to milk and pull around the green shaft.

Reynard's paws pulled him back, keeping his hips pushed up tightly against the powerful loins that quivered behind him. Morgan felt the first hot wave of seed escaping his cock, a rush of it splattering out on the clean bed below him, coating along the line of his chest and belly in heavy ropes. It was overshadowed by a sudden pressured wash of cum that erupted from the narrow cock tip. It hit out in a heavy rush, coating his quivering walls in a hot rush, he pulled it in deeper and deeper. It flooded inwards, the knot keeping it sealed inside of him as the medial ring tugged through him, the slow rolling push rolled and pulled, stroking lightly while he felt the knot throbbing and running along his prostate, holding him on that edge of pure pleasure. His breathing came out in short bursts while he lowered his head down, groaning out.

It was all perfect, it felt right, no edge of being unsure like he was with his sister, this is what he wanted, what he needed. He rocked his hips back slightly, feeling Reynard stretching out along his back, pressing down lightly as the warmth breath tickled right along the back of his neck, teasing lightly before the teeth nipped out lightly. He felt them grazing along the back of his sensitive skin, pulling lightly and brushing his whiskers against his shoulders. The light touch shivered down along the line of his spine and the fingers moved up to slide along his sides and ran right along his chest. The light claw tips brushed through his fur, catching along his shirt.

"Perhaps I should be with you the next time our sister requires attention..." Reynard rumbled out low in his throat, a near croon that held a weight of promise to them.

"R-really?" Morgan lifted his head and splayed his ears to either side, his breathing came out in short bursts.

"Oh yes, perhaps that would help things feel a bit more right for you..." Reynard pulled him back again, stirring his hips so that he felt the stiff green spire rubbing through him, drawing a groan from his throat. "Anything for the family..."