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The Brain of Lazarus Presents

Never deny an emergency.

Ah the loose policy hammering of the Office of Official and Prestigious Affairs. It rolled forth random congratulatory selections and spooned them into the pockets of its agents, expecting total obedience and a turnaround of duty with unquestioning precision. It did not matter whether or not the agent was trained in whatever task lay before them, only that the job was done.

Once more, young Kalasan was obliged by honor, integrity, duty, and morality to service His Glory and the Office of Prestigious Defense and Security.

Hah.

His selection ticket appeared to him early this morn, before he'd gotten to his interrogation unit. A slip of white with tiny numeric scrawls was delivered and informed him of his most righteous new position as an Expat of Security. This was somewhat alarming as Expats were merely officiated thugs that acted as a bureaucratic bludgeon without having to worry about those pesky civilian protection laws (were such a thing even relevant).

Suffice to say, Kalasan wasn't interested in combat. It was a needless scuffle that often resulted in plague and waste of bullets, and being an Expat raised his percentage for encountering violence. What a trifle.

Indeed, this gray sky morning, frequent in Oscalasanti, found the rabbit in different affairs. Though his senior executive orders would come from paralyzingly complex officiates, sometimes there would be a random emergency call. When security was unable, or even unwilling, to handle an alarm, Expats were sent in. That caused Kalasan a great degree of stress as, his locale was less than desirable. He'd been asked to attend to an unknown matter some miles or so away from his interrogation post, near a section of city that had high abandonment rates.

Such a thing was not very sensible, as this city was unforgiving and cared little for destitute vermin, and, for the unfortunate to be driven away from the only possible shelter they had. . . god in the grave, what did that mean?

It was thus, then, that he arrived at the place the emergency took place, in the hollow of a crowded cluster of buildings. He'd entered a mostly vacant apartment complex that looked relatively stable and still had lights, oddly enough. According to his script report, the problem area was on an upper floor and signed not with number, but with letter. Specifically, "N." Since none of the other doors had markings on them, Kalasan assumed this was some type of rushed public buildings project.

Kalasan didn't have to search long before he discovered the door in question. Halls were littered with empty rooms and only an odd sound broke the building's silence. Yes, door "N," as it appeared, was nothing more than a plain flank of solid wood, lined with a shiny blue lettering. The wood looked to have a polished sheen about it, unlike the lifeless slate that surrounded the agent, which was also odd but, who could really say.

With a breath of hesitation, gloved fist came to hammer at the door.

"OPSD," he announced firmly. A moment of silence. No response. Tapping foot, he tried again, rapping against the wood harder.

Half ear fluttered. Was there a noise?

. . .

"Oh do come in darling." A feminine voice, muffled from within. That was. . . unusual. Though mildly reassuring.

Ears rotated towards noise. Very well. It was considerably rude to not meet an Expat at the door to at least relay the problem but, Kalasan was quite green at this and wanted to avoid needless trouble. He entered through the rather large frame, snapping it shut behind him, body tense and careful not to be taken by surprise. His nose wriggled at unfamiliar scents, most, oddly, quite sweet, a very brisk and warm ambrosia. Coupled with that were many ornaments at items of interesting draconic make, something he hadn't observed since his time in the Dying East.

The cloaked rabbit went on till he reached an opening in the wall, leading to noise and source of the powerful scents. Carefully, he rounded the corner to enter what was presumably a kitchen.

"Ma'am?" he called, certain the mystery tone was a female.

"Over heeeeere."

A waving hand caught his attention. A streak of powerful, brilliant azure. The rabbit blinked, dumbfounded as yes, the voice was female all right.

Kitchen indeed was the room, and, hanging over one of its sinks was a familiar, decadent sight. A thick, heavy buttocks, perfectly shaped with the right touch of fullness shook and swayed, gingerly wiggling from side to side in long, slow waves. It was a massive, welcoming ass of shimmering blue cheeks that bobbled and crashed into one another, and behind that supple cleft was a midnight entrance, nether lips of thick black glistening with dewy nectar.

"Uh."

For the most part, the hare was speechless. Gazing over the dancing sight, it was clear that the figure was a dragoness, bathed in vexing incandescent blue scales, a frame of hourglass making with light sinews and winds of hinted muscular tone. Her fat ass, jubilant and jiggling, complimented the equally rolling slopes that were her mammoth motherly breasts, as they juicily smacked and bounced into one another at her frisky motions.

Her body was sealed in the grasp of a small, white, frilled apron, pitifully holding in the lolling orbs that were the woman's mantle, while it was tied teasingly above her thick backside, with no attempt at prudence or to hide her nether treasures. A tail would swing about but, not in front of the generous rear, such a travesty that would be to hide away her delicious bits.

Body rose slightly, head turning. Violet eyes ran over the hare.

"Ahh mister Kalasan, you made it. Lovely to see you again,"

The voice rang familiar, and at first, the blinking agent was uncertain this was reality. Surely enough, from slender black horns to vibrant iris', Kalasan recognized the dragoness as Nistari. The rabbit had known her previously as a sort of escort, part of the Silk Wings. She'd been part of a lovely entourage of dragon women, the queen of the bunch, and took the male for herself. What she was doing in this homely abode though, he'd no idea.

"Nistari?" the rabbit finally queried, relaxing a bit. "What. . . how are you here? Our last, uh, encounter, had me believe you were resigned to business in the Dying?"

She gave a sultry, intoxicating giggle, propping chin as elbows sank to table. Her dragon-y ass was content to continue shaking, provoking the rabbit's unstable libido.

"Why, this is Dragonhauz, little rabbit. Host to all the lovely girls part of the Silk Wings, you see. We branch in many places and gather those sightly ladies, keeping them nice and safe from Oscalasanti," she mused with a silky tone.

"But, the dear sisters are excused for now, studying in, as you say, the 'Dying East.' It's only me."

"Hey!"

Before the whitefur hair could inquire further, another matronly voice broke the engagement as soft footfalls entered the room. Whisking by him, he barely had time to move as a body of fur and swagger and ass passed him over.

"Forgettin' about someone, are ya?"

Joining Nistari, a female not of dragon make had struck the desires of Kalasan's weary mind. She was, visibly, a virile vixen, of pale cream fur like whipped vanilla, her tail tipped with a shade like chocolate. When she spryly waltzed to the draconic lady, her rump in motion was as astoundingly awe inspiring as the trained swagger of the Silk ladies. Each foot fall caused her bubbly buttocks to wiggle, rippling with fleshy echoes, another fat ass that had no right to be as perfectly sculpted and bountiful as it was. Unlike the dragoness, she wore nothing, as though clothing were an affront to her body.

When she was at the dragoness' side, face was turned much like Nistari's, showcasing a wry, mischievous grin and plush satin lips, eyes a violent pink and touched with shadow, bangs of pearl lilting over cheeks and pouring over nape of neck. Her thick hip came to smack into Nistari's, causing an excited jostle of bottoms, pushing and pancaking the curvy thighs together.

"Oho, how could I?" mused the slightly larger Nistari, glancing to Kalasan. The dragoness playfully returned the hip smacks, as the two plump rumps rocked and tossed in an orchestra of bounce.

"Mister Kalasan, this is Maja, a dear-" dragoness hand would come to lightly swat at opposing hip, squeezing and tossing the healthy ass, smooshing it into her own blue rump "-dear friend of mine, who helped build Dragonhauz."

"Hmf! Mm. That's more like it," responded the thick titted vixen, wiggling her pert rear.

In the meantime, the rabbit was beside himself in a baffled trance. Some of him still tried to maintain the authoritative stance of the OPSD while others were enthusiastic about the wobbling women continuing to crash their hips. Suffice to say, all of him.

"I see," he intoned in a broken voice.

"Oh I'll bet you see plenty over there," quipped Maja, looking to him with those vicious pink iris' and hungry, teeth licking grin.

Kalasan paused. "I assume then, the uh, nature of this call has to do with all this?" said he with a gesture to the ladies.

Nistari smiled and the other let out a sharp, melodious cackle. "'All this' you call it! How cute. Even when in the face of so much pussy you try to do your job, don't you mister Kalasan?"

The dragoness giggled and gave the milky vixen a light tap on the rump.

"You mustn't mind her, she was simply curious about you, little rabbit. There was ah, some. . . arranging on our side to make this meeting happen, you see."

Arrangement? The rabbit had to wonder. For one, why precisely he warranted so much interest and two, how Nistari had the political oomph to actually cause such a sexual butterfly effect. Not that he complained, but, all the officiating power was about as dry as crumbling paint; dancing girls were low on their interest list.

"But needless to say, there's a few things we'd like to exchange,"

Kalasan tilted his head. "Oh?" What value could he possibly offer?

Maja gave a click of the tongue, suddenly drifting from her stance. Her immense, juicy mantle wiggled with the movements, buxom bust wriggling together.

"Ah stop teasin' em. He's got some ass to enjoy," interjected the vixen, as she briefly went to knees, smacking Nistari's rump with hands and spreading the shaking blue slopes, showing off the darkened nethers.

"Here's the scoop, Kals. You're in high places whether you know it or not, and we need you to help influence the office of whogivesafuck to help export and import some of our girls, and other assorted people."

Nistari mumbled, biting her lip but letting the vulpine show off those delicious dragony bits.

"In return? You get some ass,"

Releasing the cheeks, the fat azure cheeks sprang together, while Maja nestled her face into Nistari's rump, kissing it slowly, offering long, slow licks, keeping gaze locked upon the hare.

Kalasan started to loosen himself, undoing heavy black over coat. Half ear twitching, he contemplated the words.

"I'm not sure what powers you think I posses, Maja. But even if so, I feel the risks far outweigh the-"

The vanilla vixen raised a hand.

"I'm sorry, let me clarify, babe. I mean you get us," Two fingers would swivel up and rub upon Nistari's supple mons, the dragoness letting out a warm groan.

"This warm invitin' pussy? Its yours. Not for the hour, not the night, but for good. Same for me and my big butt. You'll be the only name we'll be callin' out in the bedroom, mister Kals,"

The rabbit's face flushed a bit. Not from embarrassment or bashfulness, but from sprawling heat that boomed through his inner core. Those nipping words poured through his mind and all sorts of images and wants flashed in thought. It was familiar to his first grazing encounter with Roxanne, the French bun.

He cleared his throat. "Hrm. Well, that's a more inviting case. Flexing the system for the price of you two?"

Maja giggled, swiftly standing as her milky breasts swayed heavily. "Eeehee. Ya' catch on real quick, don't you?"

Leaving Nistari, allowing the azure angel to stand upright, Maja flew to the Expat rabbit, hefty front abruptly smothering into his chest as pert, satin tipped nips teased through his garments. Risque palm would come to his loins, rubbing upon the hidden stones.

"Enough chattin' though, rabbit. Actions speak louder, hum? Mm, to the couch we go. . ."

Vixen fingers would grip Kalasan's own, while Nistari wiggled from her spot, nodding, thick dragoness mantle shuffling in frilled apron.

"Let's not keep each other waiting," the scaled beauty added.

Kalasan did not reply, merely allow himself to dizzily follow the pull of hand. Maja lead him from kitchen to parallel living room in another segment of Dragonhauz, his eyes watching her purposefully tossing, swaying hips. When they reached the ideal place, lit by gentle ambiance of pale light, the thick, milky vixen shoved the rabbit into comfy embrace of couch.

Nistari quickly joined the vanilla vixen, Maja glancing to her big breasted counterpart, abruptly embracing the draconic female in a curvaceous moosh of flesh and tits. Their supple, succulent chests rumbled and played together, the white haired woman yanking down the timid apron to allow the dragon fruits to spill out with jubilant shakes, the massive mountains flattening at seam and touch.

At this point the hare was at full throttle of desire, as he removed his hefty overcoat, relinquishing gloves and every other cumbersome object, setting them aside. The sight of the intertwined females did not help the space of his pants, as lower loin became stubbornly erect, trapped in guarding tethers.

They kissed, plush lips touching and grazing, glancing over the intrigued rabbit. Then, bodies resumed positions like that in the kitchen: hips bounding together, rumps in a row, exposed clefts with wiggling tails out of the way. Only this time, they were closer, and much more wanted.

"Urrgh. Afraid I'm out of sorts ladies. But Maja, I want your fat ass. Wiggling, shaking! Everything!" Kalasan spat hotly, mouth salivating with taste for fox.

It was the way of rabbit to desire those succulent backsides. His kind was wired to desire the traits of quick, speedy legs, and often the bubbliest and bounciest hips, thighs, and rears were those of desired genes with a bun. Here it was no different, and, though dragoness rear he would have too, it was time to try vanilla vixen.

She cackled with enthusiasm. "Everything, he says!" said Maja with a clap of hands.

The milky lass didn't keep him waiting. Without hesitation, her fat buttocks slammed into his visage, all weighty, cream furred wobbly cheek popping into the maw of hungry hare. Vigorously she shook tossing ass, swiftly wiggling the ample rear into the now lapping rabbit tongue, her soft, warm satin puss mashing against virile rug lashes.

Kalasan's hands soon collided into the thick cheeks, hitting a sculpted bubble of desirable backside as palms squeezed and roamed across the cream slopes, Maja yipping in delight. Milky vixen rolled her rump in dives and falls, bouncing and pressing as firmly and sternly she could, grinding upon nose and nibbles. Kalasan's own exploring tool would dip into the midnight lips when possible, hungrily sneaking over nub to illicit long, pleased moans, stroking upon black pucker to sample the velvet entrance. She'd bounce and rock hips off the smothered rabbit cranium, saliva and sweet honey pot nectar bridging mouth to puss, Maja biting her dark vulpine lip in renewed satisfaction.

Pausing for a moment, Maja would keep thick, wide ass a few inches from Kalasan's blurring head, as he blinked, staring at the plump chalice.

"Nnnnnh, you see that, rabbit?" she'd intone, tossing white hair and looking back to him. "That's your pussy. This is your big ass,"

The words hit with a weight of meaning, concreting such 'ownership' in Kalasan's mind. He didn't require a reminder, but the lusty force with which Maja implied it was. . . overwhelming.

"So it is," he whispered. "Then give it to me."

Rabbit hands would rope around hips and yank that fluffy full rump right back into his munching maw, smacking and battering the big bum with an entourage of smacks.

"Ahhh! Nnh! F-ffuck! More rabbit, more!"

The vixen excitedly rocked her body against the slurping male, Kalasan making sure to eat out the banquet of fine, vixen chalice. In the meantime, a slender dragoness was watching with great interest, digits roaming about her supple lower gates. Sneaking under the vixen's bouncing, succulent bosoms, Nistari gripped the hare's suit pants, unbuckling and dragging away the sturdy trousers.

"Oh she's been desperately eager for a good piece of male, mister Kalasan," the dragoness intoned, tugging at briefs to expose the throbbing, wobbling rabbithood, a nicely sized piece of grey flesh.

"And well, so have I,"

Keeping one eye open, the jiggling Maja observed the dragoness with a wry grin as blue bottomed beauty went to all fours, taking the male pike in hand, stroking along its veiny, pulsing inches. Nistari huffed a breath of warm air upon the tip, before suddenly gulping it into her wrapping, tight lips, the gentle pillows caressing the girth with seething wetness.

"Gmmf!" exclaimed the rabbit through muffled muff munching, thighs going rigid with Nistari's teasing lips.

"H-hah! She's getting you all to her s-self!" said the bouncing vixen, hair tossing with rolling front.

Half ear flicking, Kalasan gently pushed back the fat, sprawling ass, admiring the soaking puss that dripped with cunny honey and saliva.

"Not quite," he responded hoarsely. Though he wanted nothing more than to suckle such puffy puss, Kalasan's mind was caught up in the perverse theater, patting the perky mons.

"You're free to join her," he continued, eyes darting to the sucking dragoness.

Nistari's gaze flashed upward, mouth curling to a smile though still full of shaft. The panting Maja, on the other hand, lightly shook her intoxicating backside, stepping over the servicing azure angel. She gave a throaty giggle, licking lips.

"And you're free to get your cock sucked, Kals."

A shudder. Maja had a way with words. But the vanilla vixen did not take place at Nistari's side, rather, she went to couch, taking place adjacent to the whitefur rabbit, on all fours with her fat ass raised in the air whilst heavenly pillow bosoms spilled onto male lap. The milky lass pat his leg, gesturing to the dragoness.

"I've an idea Nissy. Hop your big butt up here," came the lusty but gentle command, draconic female releasing the coated mast with a loud pop.

"Don't you always!" she replied cheerily, rising in a graceful motion, pulling off the rest of her frilled apron.

In a moment's notice, Nistari mirrored the position of her vixen partner, where the females lie upon couch, thick healthy breasts challenging the other in squishy combat as they plopped into Kalasan's lap, near suffocating his rigid, throbbing malehood.

"Ghhn. Ever the sexually agile," observed Kalasan stiffly, throat caught with heady desire.

Maja was quick to take the hefty girth in silky palm, noting its slick coating from the dragon's actions. Roughly, she'd take the weighty blade and lewdly smack it upon her heavy orbs, rapping her fat tats with the searing inches, watching it ripple the vanilla hills. Caress the crown with nip she would, ears flicking to the male's groans, pushing the tip into supple bosoms as it sunk and slathered along her endearing womanly mantle, gently shaking to let soft fruits wobble against the girth.

Continuing, milky Maja would shove the malecock into face, rubbing it along the front of plush dark lips, tracing the edge with sloppy root, pulling it back to release upon as it clapped upon muzzle like an erotic metronome. Her grin would persist so devilishly, keeping control of the inches, rapidly slapping her cheek with the weighty length as it audibly echoed about the living room, Nistari laughing and Kalasan mumbling.

"Don't keep it_all_ to yourself, Maja," said the dragoness, her frothy front so delectably weighty on the male's groin.

The vixen was lightly preoccupied with lapping the sides of the root, murmuring happily.

"Very hard not to," she shot back with a wink. Coerced, however, she released her grip on the cock as it bobbed between the two beauties, as they began to suckle and kiss the crown as though on instinct.

Kalasan gave along, steady groan, head arching, as his plump shaft was assailed with licks. Dancing pink tongues would roll over his tip, the ladies kissing and smooching the other with his malehood as the axis. Both would trade in lapping strokes, Nistari leaning down to take a long rising taste, with Maja repeating the action as the dragoness finished at crown.

Increasing pace, the females then switched gears. Nistari would take the meat into maw as before, slowly tugging on its edges with lush lips, creating a slew of sloppy suckling noises as saliva dripped from chin. She'd swerve and twirl her head, gazing to the rabbit in demure fashion, throat moaning as she hungrily slathered the cock with desired tasting. Then, she'd release the flesh as it jiggled to Maja, who would do the same, letting it slap on long vulpine tongue before greedily dipping the shaft into her warm throat.

Maja was prompt to throw face into the long inches, sputtering and audibly gagging (with delight it appeared) to swallow the mast into her massaging oral entry. Nistari watched with a giddy smile, perusing to sink to male stones and smooch and slurp the smooth white jewels whilst vanilla vixen engorged on malecock. Sloppily did the female fox roll maw along the heated veiny pole, the squishy clench of plump lip splashing saliva all about.

Taking a long, slow sip and suck, Maja pulled back as Nistari finished polishing the stones, the pair gasping with short breaths as they nuzzled the rabbit erection. The vanilla vixen nudged the end with digit, smiling and fondling shimmering testes.

"Tough little fella', aren't ya?" intoned the big bottomed vulpine, glancing at Kalasan.

"Perhaps. . ." started Nistari, suddenly taking her thick, rolling bosoms and cupping them around the grey flank, squishing into the veiny rod, "Mister Kalasan just needs more encouragement."

Kalasan's breath was caught as Maja, mimicking the actions of her dragoness partner, smooshed fat front into the opposing blue orbs, satin nip tips from each tossing and rolling over the other as the shaft was embraced by two sets of rumbling racks. At once they began to press and push the bountiful bosoms along the tender edges of hare meat, sending the male into a dizzy fray of hot, loud grunts.

Indeed, his mast was locked in tower of heavy tits, squeezed and throttled by the exchange of silky scale-skin and luxurious, cream hued fur. The pair would shake and bounce in small chesty leaps to provide a range of jiggling movement, a sea of ripples crashing against the rabbit rock. Maja would take vixen baskets by her dark tipped nipples and pull them apart, only to release and allow gravity to throw the wobbling sacs into the lagomorph pole, ushering lovely audible applause.

From all these attentions, Kalasan could hold back no more. His testes boiled and malehood burst with an abrupt explosion of pearly issue, sending a rattling tingle of immense, overwhelming pleasure spearing through his groin. A satisfied chuckle escaped the female pair, as paired lips swiftly went to smother into tip, tongues lashing and mouths competing to suckle down the rich rabbit liquor.

Body layered with a hush of sweat, the whitefur male heaved hot gulps of air, body trembling as rod twitched from all the attentions, bathing in afterglow as mast rested in the nestle of twin, enormous mountain peaks.

"Nothing like a huge pair of juicy tits to coax a fella' nice and right, eh Kals?" chittered the creamy furred female, assuring that no drop of seed was wasted.

The OPSD agent wiped his brow, nodded lightly. "Quite right," he added, grey eyes misty with overwhelming heat.

Feet shaking a bit, Kalasan undid the trousers still around ankles, kicking them away. Feeling himself steady once more, the lagomorph stood from couch, arching back. He went to flat frame of table, hand roaming over its sturdy flat edge, fingers tapping. Mind wheeled, considering some odds and ends. How long had he been here, he wondered? Perhaps too long; a delayed response in Expat reporting always caught the prying eyes of higher officials.

"But I believe it's time to seal this arrangement, ladies. Nistari, I've had the pleasure of your body but, ah, Maja. . ." he said, deciding not to test the powers that be.

"If I'm truly going to lay claim to you, we best make it official. So, allow me to lie on your lovely couch and complete this union."

The pair glanced at the other, Nistari chuckling. "Ooh, now you're talkin', rabbit," Maja chimed, swiftly springing from position and patting down the couch, the draconic female following suit.

Giving a small smile, Kalasan returned to the foundation of velvet, only this time, he lie upon it as though on bed, head propped by small pillow. His shaft still maintained a proud salute, quite eager for more tender touches.

"Have a seat Nistari, if you please. And Maja," said he, looking to the creamy vixen with much emphasis on her name, "Prove that indeed your pussy is mine."

Though not a crass rabbit or with desire to be vulgar, admittedly, Kalasan was quite enthused to have that curvaceous woman all to himself, as with Nistari too.

With a dancer's grace, the azure dragoness made her way towards the virile hair, grinning, whilst Maja strut forth as well. However, before cuddling up to the needy erection, the vanilla vixen bent down, kissing Kalasan upon the lips, warmly and softly with great emphasis on an intimate touch of maws. The rabbit was not expecting this but delightfully returned the embrace of tongue and mouth. When Maja ceased, she grinned wickedly, her dancing, vicious pink eyes gazing into his own.

"Yes, from here on Kals, we're yours."

It was all he needed to hear, really. The continued reassurance was certainly lovely to know, though. Thus, as their embrace parted, Maja sultrily went to lower end of couch, taking position as her nether cleft barely grazed upon seething rod, as Nistari took Kalasan's site, jubilant blue bum coming to ease and smoosh upon face.

As divine, dragoness taint smothered along the young man's lips, warm with sweet honey, Maja slowly sank upon the hare's malehood, uttering a long, pleased moan as it filled her waiting, slick tunnel. The rabbit mumbled in blissful enthuse, though muffled as Nistari's jiggling, delicious ass shook and bounced against his lapping, tasting tongue.

In the meanwhile, the female pair took the opportunity to briskly smooch and smack the other in beloved affair, pink rugs rolling against the other in exploring, darting manners. Their bouncing, lolling slopes crashed and heaved with the motions of the threesome union, bosoms flattening into the opposing hill, the enormous sacs fighting for space. Their hands would wrap together and digits flex together, both assaulting the air with wailing, wanting moans.

Maja was quite excited to feel the throbbing length within her, beginning to rock and ram her fat full bottom against the stern, resilient hips, creating a crescendo of loud, lewd claps. Her enormous buttocks shook in heavy, sculpted waves like an ocean of juicy flesh, curves rolling around in clean, piston motions to jubilantly grind her womanly needs on the servile malecock.

"Nah! Fuck! Nn! Y-yes! T-this cock!" shouted the milky vulpine, yipping against her dragoness partner who also mumbled in perverse incantations.

The dragoness ass was as healthy and thick as Kalasan remembered it, a bouncing blue bottom accompanied by the perfect satin pussy. He mouthed at it with refueled lust, lashing at sensitive clitoral nub and exploring the inner depths of her dripping walls. The azure angel responded with a peak of shuddering moans, smashing her hips into the exploring male chamber, wiggling and shaking her perfectly shaped chub.

Hands would come to smack and toy with the excessive rear, dragoness purring, Maja picking up pace as her body eagerly hopped, pumping rump against the solid erection. Perhaps, then, at some other point of their meeting, the three would have managed a longer duration, but the accelerated desires and extensive length collective nether lips had not been sated, the trio did not hold for longer.

"FUCK!"

Like a crack of dynamite, Maja's loud yelp signaled the rush of her orgasm. A beautiful, howling peak that rattled her body with the force of satisfied vixen, her sweet juices exploding from soft dark cleft, vaginal tunnel rumbling and pouring the liquor of their labor. Nistari, long needing her own release, rolled and tossed hips against the male's maw before her own rising tide burst at the seams, midnight gates flooding with pools of tasty nectar.

"Mnnaaaa!" the dragoness cried out, vibrating the couch with her powerful moan.

Kalasan was last to join the trio's crescendo, his twitching, teased mast exploding at the crown once more, flooding the puss his root lie deep in with thick, white matter. The pleasure he felt was almost too much, all consuming and nearly breaching the bizarre mix of wonderful and painful, as he grunted out beneath Nistari's rump, gripping incandescent hips as his frame twitched and emptied.

As a handful of seconds past, the threesome winded down, filling the air with steamy exhales. Nistari gently lifted herself from position, puss sopping with her own fluids and saliva, whilst Maja stayed seated, keeping the softening mast in her.

"Gaddammit," she intoned hoarsely, "Wanted to last longer than that,"

A vixeny laugh, wiping her brow, the rabbit doing the same, drying off his soaked visage.

Nistari relaxed at the side of couch, rubbing hands over Kalasan's heaving body. "Oh, I suppose that's why there's all those 'next times,'"

// Nox Emergica Nordum //

A time later, Kalasan had redressed and made sure to return promptly to his station, filling out the Emergincium Reportum as a false alarm. However, he did not come back empty handed. Indeed, as their word was given, Maja and Nistari, loathe they were to dress in prudent garments, came back and found respite in his small home, much to the shock of Roxanne.

As per their request, however, the young rabbit made good on his word too. Though he did not realize it, he was asked to assure that particular individuals passing through his station were registered with special permits and permissions, something that he'd never once considered. Dangerous it was, but the reward was typically a generous ale served by French bunny whilst watching a dragoness and vixen shake their enormous rumps for him. A fair bargain by any stretch.

He resolved that perhaps being an Expat wasn't so bad.