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Role-Playing

By Triller

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"The lanterns flicker as you push open the door to the inn and a few heads turn your way. With a quick scan of the bar you find the two people the Guard Captain was talking about: a stout, dwarven cleric and a half-elf with a lute strapped to his back."

"All right... do I have to roll to say hello?"

A small chuckle rounded the table before the blue-scaled dragon shook his head behind the thick, cardboard screen.

"Not unless you want to want to be rude or coercive." he replied succinctly, shuffling a few notes behind his screen.

The circular convention table was set up with a gridded dry-erase mat complete with figurines, pencils, erasers, character sheets, and four other individuals seated around it. The bustle of other, similar tables around the five individuals was politely loud as other such groups ran their dungeon delving, shadowrunning, and wargaming scenarios. Jordan found herself seated next to Michelle, her mousey friend playing the nimble elf thief, and listened to her describe her actions while using slight hand gestures for flare.

"I slink into the tavern and keep an eye out for stray purses and loose belongings. If anybody looks like trouble, I avoid them and simply make my way to the bar to the rest of the group. I pull back my hood and let my long, flowing blonde hair tumble around my shoulders, exposing my natural masculine grace with a hint of something mysterious behind those wild green eyes." she batted her eyes for effect behind her large-rimmed glasses, ever the overeager thespian.

Jordan pursed her lips and reached forward, pushing her barbarian figurine along the grid.

"I go up and order a beer."

Michelle shot the kangaroo a look but the taller woman shrugged as she looked over at their other temporary companions. The dwarf player was an older, rotund badger with a beard probably not too unlike his figurine's, eyes similarly hidden behind thick glasses as he smiled politely at Jordan. The grand-fatherliness of the obviously veteran player settled the fidgeting kangaroo but the wolf sitting next to him did not. His eyes hadn't left her breasts since she sat down at least thirty minutes ago and when he finally made eye contact he gave her a leering grin. Jordan let a terse breath of air out through her nose and glanced at Michelle for support but the little mouse was throwing questions at their dragon GM like knives. As he struggled to figure out exactly how many liquor bottles were behind the bar and whether stealth was necessary if a patron was passed-out drunk the GM quickly waved his hand to the rest of the group.

"Erm, why don't you all describe your, uh, characters while I settle... 'Al-Thuane's' questions." he murmured, not looking up from behind his screen depicting a party of adventurer's fighting a giant troll of some sort.

"My character," the wolf hummed, resting his elbow on the table and looking exclusively in Jordan's direction, "is enjoying a nice bottle of wine at the bar. Glint Featherstep is his name and melodic ecstasy is his trade."

The kangaroo felt her eye twitch as she lightly nudged Michelle's leg under the table.

"As a half-elf," he continued, "he enjoys the luxuries of both the rugged good looks of a normal human and the serine grace and silvered tongue of his elven cousins-"

Jordan nudged Michelle harder and glared at the mouse but she only offered a look that said "behave!"

"You promised." she hissed, making the kangaroo sigh and immediately slump back in her chair and stare at the brown and white wolf still in mid-monologue.

"-and with a curved sword on his hip that spells danger for anyone who dares mock his musical masterpieces." he sat up with a wry grin that made Jordan cringe.

There was a moment of silence before the badger politely cleared his throat.

"Borly Stouthammer is enjoying his fifth ale of the morning. His armor-"

"What's your character look like, Jordan?" the wolf's eyes flashed to her name tag again.

The kangaroo shot a dangerous glare at the wolf before leaning forward and squinting at her figurine.

"She's got an axe."

"What about her clothes?" the wolf pushed.

"She's got an axe."

"Does that loincloth leave anything to the imagination."

"She's got a big, fuck-off axe."

"How big are her tits?"

Jordan made a motion to stand up only to have a small, mousey hand grip her arm and sit her back down. The dragon GM flashed the wolf a warning glare as he reorganized papers.

"Keep it PG or you're out of the table, Triller." he growled, turning his attention back to Michelle's questions.

Jordan felt her fists slowly unclench as she settled back in her seat. There was a merciful moment of silence (save for the other players at other, less aggravating tables) as the badger glanced between Triller and Jordan, clearing his throat again.

"Borly Stouthammer is enjoying his fifth ale of the morning. His-"

"What's your charisma score, Jordan?" the wolf butted in with his eyes wandering down to the sheet of paper sitting in front of the Kangaroo, his hand calmly clutching a dice from the table.

Jordan scowled to herself as she knocked back the hard, amber liquor in her short, stubby glass. It was only by Michelle's quick reflexes that the arrogant wolf was able to keep his teeth, though the unkind things she had to say about his endowment and ability to restrain from fellatio got her ejected from the table. The kangaroo didn't mind one bit. She had been expecting some form of gawking or even an arrogant pick-up line or two, but that wolf... Jordan finished her drink and set it down hard on the hotel bar, tapping it for another. As her glass was refilled she sensed movement beside her and turned her gaze toward the familiar, grinning maw staring at her.

"Hey, I just wanted to come over and... apologize for my atrocious behavior." Triller, the obnoxious wolf, spoke with a tone that was neither apologetic nor innocent.

He took a seat next to Jordan before she could say anything and her hand tightly grappled her glass.

"'pology accepted, now fuck off." she grumbled but Triller chose to ignore the demand.

"Look, I think we both started off on the wrong foot. I'm just looking to make a friend here at the convention." Triller shrugged, his words oozing sleaze as he leered at the kangaroo.

He took note of her fitted black t-shirt and hip-hugging jeans that somewhat showed off the power behind the kangaroo's body, but at the same time muted her full glory.

"Sure. My name's Jordan, I'm looking to make a living pretzel out of someone." she threw daggers at the wolf with her eyes as she downed her full glass in one, thick gulp.

"Well, if you're interested, I know a way we could get tangled together." the wolf grinned without missing a beat.

Jordan could not begin to believe this idiot. It was as if he was looking for violence in all the right places. She actually had to collect herself before becoming even more annoyed at his presence. She tapped her glass for another refill and took careful stock of the wolf. He wasn't the stereotypical basement-dweller type; he was relative fit, though given the other attendees of the convention this relativity was skewed. More annoyingly, something had worn away any sense of humility and self-doubt to the point that he probably actually thought this was a viable tactic to getting laid. Crushing a few internal organs probably wouldn't even register as anything but "playing hard to get" with this wolf.

But that's when the liquor forced a line of thought... specifically creative problem-solving.

The wolf sat patiently on the bar stool, waiting for the next swing Jordan would verbally take at him. He raised his eyebrows at her when she met his eyes and scrunched her mouth in a thoughtful pucker before clucking her tongue and giving a small shrug.

"All right."

The wolf blinked, faltering for a moment as his mind struggled to switch gears.

"Wait, I'm sorry?"

"All right. Let's do this, wolfy boy." Jordan shrugged, "You wanna go up to my room or what?"

The wolf furrowed his brow, trying to find any hint of sarcasm in Jordan's voice but finding not a hint of malice. He looked understandably worried.

"Wait, wait, so.... just like that?" he leaned forward a little.

"Yeah, just like that. What aren't you getting here?" Jordan turned around to fully face Triller, her posture up and her slight height advantage making her look down on the befuddled canine, "Do you want to go back to my hotel room and fuck?"

Wheels were turning in Triller's head. Of all the snarky comebacks and one-liners he had cataloged for every occasion the wolf finally couldn't gather two syllables together for a response.

"Gyuhhhhh..." came the low drone from his gaping muzzle and Jordan simply stood up.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Jordan slid the keycard into the slot above the door hand and pushed into her hotel room, the cocky wolf in tow. He had a proud grin on his face, all of his time spent perfecting his craft finally paying off as he let the door shut behind him. Despite his posture the kangaroo noticed his fidgeting as he constantly buttoned and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Nervous?" she grinned over her shoulder as she sat down on one of the double beds closest to the door.

"Me? Nah, I do this sorta thing all the time." the wolf shrugged and finally decided to start unbuttoning his shirt.

Jordan rolled her eyes but leaned back from her guest as she reached under the bed and tugged her travel bag out between her feet. She glanced back and watched Triller fully undo his shirt, draping it over a chair as he caught the roo's gaze. Grinning, the wolf struck a pose and curled his fists toward his shoulders, wiggling his eyebrows.

"See something you like?" he cooed without an ounce of self-awareness.

Jordan stared at him for a moment, glancing at his featureless if not slightly soft and pudgy midsection before shrugging and standing up, the hem of her black shirt in her fingers. In a swift motion the shirt was cleared over her head and dropped to the floor, leaving the kangaroo in only her snug-fitting bra. That, too, was carelessly unclasped and tossed aside leaving her completely in the buff from the waist up. Triller's eyes brightened a little as he combed down her carefully-sculpted six-pack and tight hips back up to her round, pert breasts jiggling slightly when she grabbed her wrist and showed the wolf what a real flex looked like. Muscles all across her arms and shoulders bulged firmly and a slight motion of her hips rippled her abs. She was like a sculpted goddess. He was like sculpted play-doh.

"What about you, wolfy nerd?" she growled, raising an eyebrow as she caught the tinge of red on his cheeks.

Triller cleared his throat and awkwardly lowered his arms, getting to work on his belt.

"V-Very nice. Looks like you take care of yourself..." he half-mumbled as the kangaroo's smirk widened.

The two continued undressing with Triller's eyes wandering over in the roo's direction more than hers in his. Her jeans peeled off her legs revealing long cords of taut, toned muscles in her thick thighs and calves. Her panties were like a black band that stretched from hip to hip like a skin-tight censor bar. Jordan smiled proudly and turned her back to the leering canine, keeping her legs spread and her thick tail swayed to one side as her chiseled, yet feminine hips gave an alluring sway.

Triller was half-way done with his pants and still holding onto them as he gawked at the display, waiting for more. Jordan let out an annoyed sigh and turned back around, only catching the wolf's attention when she barked at him.

"Hey!", the wolf startled and blinked back up to the roo's face, her arms crossed over her tits and her face curled in a scowl, "You first, wolfy nerd."

He blushed and dropped his pants with a clear of his throat.

"It's uh, Triller." he frowned.

"Whatever." Jordan huffed impatiently, combing a bit of her hair out of her eyes, "You wanna do this or what?"

Triller felt the grip of competition in his chest and stood up straight, tugging his boxers down to his ankles and standing up with his hands on his hips. Jordan took a casual glance over the wolf's package and pursed her lips in a "not bad" expression, twirling her finger at him in a circular motion. It took a second for him to get the hint but the wolf soon did a full 360 in place, not catching the vivid grin on his temporary companion's face as her eyes trailed to his rump mid-turn.

"Well?" the wolf crossed his own arms and tapped his foot in exaggeration.

Jordan shot him an unimpressed look and vacated the panties in a single motion. Triller actually couldn't tell if she had just cleanly ripped them off or somehow tugged them down her legs without bending over, but the motion was soon forgotten as he traced the delicious muscles that corded down her hips in a tight V toward her neat, tucked vagina.

"So, in case I'm still being too subtle, I don't wanna waste a lot of time messing around, all right?" Jordan spoke authoritatively and actually caught the wolf's attention, "You want top or bottom?"

Triller blinked at the choice and let out another one of his charming, open-muzzle hums as his brow furrowed. Jordan buried her forehead in her hand and stepped forward, cupping the wolf's bits in one hand firmly, but not painfully.

"You're pretty dense when confronted with an actual woman, you know that?" Triller nodded his head quickly, perched up on his toes as he watched Jordan's scowl slowly mold into a grin, "How about we wrestle for it?"

The wolf gave her a blank expression but she didn't let him get in a moment to think, her hand thankfully unclasping his crotch and instead gripping his hip. Triller managed a very thoughtful "whuh?" before the hotel room suddenly spun and he landed with a creaking thump face-first into the bed. Jordan took the moment to give his rump another grinning glance before crawling up on the bed next to him.

"C'mon, tough guy, you gonna let 'cherself get beaten by a girl?" she teased.

He let out a short breath through teeth clenched in his own smirk as he quickly turned himself over on the bed and swung an arm up to catch her shoulder. His "a-ha!" quickly dissolved into another confused noise as his playful swing was caught at the wrist. The wolf was outclassed and the kangaroo was not being coy.

Another quick spin and Triller found himself grunting and on his back on the bed, arm still pinched at the wrist in the kangaroo's grip and her muscled body sitting atop his. The wolf blinked twice before letting out an impressed chuckled (trying to hide the wince from how tightly she was holding him). Her body tensed over him, breasts swaying softly above his face as her flat abs tensed a little from her position. Her thighs flexed and gripped his middle firmly as he felt the heat of her crotch bear down against his bare manhood.

"O-Okay! Jeeze, you win!" he strained a little, admitting that the view, at least, wasn't bad.

Jordan leered down at the wolf and leaned closer until her lips almost brushed against his. The hold on his wrists tightened until he curled his lips a little in discomfort, making the kangaroo scoff.

"Giving up that easily? Well, if you insist..."

Triller was quickly becoming annoyed (and a bit nauseated) at the swiftness the room kept shifting as he found himself face down on the bed again, his legs dangling off the edge below his knees. He blinked as Jordan sat astride his thighs and leaned off to the side.

"H-Hey, I said you won, all right! Didn't you say you were in a hurry?" he turned to the side and saw the kangaroo lift her travel bag onto the bed beside them. Triller was amazed how easily the buff kangaroo girl could keep him held down with only one arm and despite his best efforts she kept his arms twisted up into his lower back.

"Owch!! H-Hey, what's going on back there?" he whined, trying to crane his head to see what Jordan was working on.

He only caught a glimpse of her grin but he wasn't otherwise privy to her motions. He saw a flash of dark purple and then felt the bed shift a little as Jordan leaned forward and growled in his ear.

"You know what a feeldoe is, wolf-nerd?"

Jordan felt the struggling stop... then renew with vigor as she ran the bulbous curve of the J-shaped sex toy over her nether lips.

"Y-You're joking, right?" Triller yelped out, panic setting in but all the wriggling in the world unable to help him escape the kangaroo's iron grip.

"Quit being a baby and hold still." Jordan growled, a slight quiver in her voice as she inserted the "pony" end of the toy and let her natural muscles do the rest, "My boyfriends have all loved this," she paused in thought before continuing, "at one point or another."

"Hold on! T-There's no way am I letting you put that in me!" Triller frowned, trying to raise his head and lift his chest from the bed.

Things were going way too fast for him to process further than "escape" but the buff kangaroo woman wasn't about to let him get up. One hand firmly plunged Triller's face back into the mattress by the back of his head and she let out a deep, dominating growl.

"You're not in a position to decide that, nerdy boy." Jordan flashed him a sadistic grin and gave her prosthetic phallus a lewd squeeze with her free hand, giving the wolf's presented rump a few thwacks.

Triller muffled a whimper into the sheets as Jordan rather enjoyed the slight jiggle to the male wolf's rump. She let the thick, purple shaft wag up from her crotch and reached back over into her bag before lifting a bottle of lube from it and tossing the canvas back onto the floor. Triller was starting to wear himself out as he heard the casual pop of the bottle cap behind him. He grit his teeth and before he could tuck his tail he felt a drizzle of cold oil run between his cheeks.

"Eek! S-Shit, that's cold!" he snapped.

Jordan ignored the wolf's protests and ran her fingers along his crack, immediately quieting the squirming lupine as she wormed two fingers between his cheeks and tickled his hole. Triller bit his lip and desperately tried not to make a sound as he felt a finger slip past his ring with the aid of the lube, then another. He buried his muzzle into the hotel bed, inhaling the cheap detergent smell and squeezing down as Jordan worked her fingers around his slick hole. She licked her lips and pushed a bit deeper, hooking her fingers and exploring the wolf's tight confines until she nudged a small bump.

"Ahhn!!"

Triller's entire body shot up with a start, making the buff kangaroo laugh and work her lubed fingers over that sensitive area.

"You like that button, huh? Ohh, yes you do." her voice grew husky as she watched the wolf writhe and jerk with her expert manipulation.

Four boyfriends, willing or otherwise, offered plenty of practice to get familiar with a guy's intimates and Jordan didn't hesitate to full-on fuck Triller's lubed tailhole with her fingers and ruthlessly assault that small bump that caused his slicked walls to clench repeated around her. After working the wolf's prostate over for a few minutes, Jordan withdrew her fingers and promptly lubed the purple phallus arching from her hips. Triller was dazed with humiliation as the rough rubbing had actually given him a half-hard on as he felt the bed shift and the kangaroo scoot up his thighs. His eyes popped open as he felt the cool, slick tip of the far too realistic toy nudge his rear end.

"N-No, please..." he whimpered, prompting Jordan to huff and roll her eyes.

"You are the biggest sissy on the planet, nerd-boy..." she growled, leaning over and brushing her lips against the back of his neck, "Now shut up. You're gonna love this."

The kangaroo released her grip on Triller's arms but the second he moved them forward to try and press himself up he felt a muscular arm wrap around his chest and Jordan's body pin him right back into the mattress.

"No, no, no, no..." Triller's eyes were starting to water as he felt the slightly squishy tip of the slippery member start to spread open his anal ring.

Jordan kept her concentration and bit her lip just as she popped the tip into Triller's ass. The wolf let out a dramatic screech, prompting a hand on the back of his head to muffle any further noises into the mattress.

"Shush, already! These walls ain't thick." she huffed, the wolf's cowardice interfering with the lovely push back his anal muscles were providing.

Inch after inch fed into Triller's upturned ass and despite his constant whimpering Jordan was greatly enjoying herself. The nerd would be enjoying himself soon enough and she was reveling in the constant pressure against her walls and her crotch from her end of the toy. In what felt like an eternity she fed the wolf's ass every inch of the slick, smooth cock, planting her hips under his tail and bracing her hands on his shoulders to arch her back and hum deeply.

"Mmmmmnnn, doesn't that feel amazing?" she cooed, grinding her hips against the restrained wolf's butt.

"It feels like it's in my throat..." came the muffled reply from below.

Jordan let out a huff; now he was just being difficult. Her grin returned as she leaned back down and gave his ear a soft nip as her hips ground down into him.

"You are such a drama queen..." she smirked before wrapping her legs around the outside of his thighs and pulling her hips back.

That always got a gasp from her guys and Triller was no different, the sharp tug of the invading phallus rubbing against the wolf's insides and making him jerk up a little and clench down around the thick toy.

"Ohh! You wanna play tug-o-war with me, wolfy nerd?" Jordan gasped, seeing a couple stars from the delightful tug she got from her end.

Despite the wolf's tightness the kangaroo's powerful hips and thighs (not to mention the grip of her own practiced internal muscles) easily slid the feeldoe out and slammed it back inside in one continuous motion. Triller's hands gripped the bed sheets and his toes curled as he bit his lip, the muscular female showing no mercy as she drove her hips into his ass. The wolf felt sore, humiliated, and utterly dominated as the kangaroo held him down and owned his tight rump with hefty smack after smack, but after a while the smooth motions of the slicked shaft began rubbing in a more... pleasing direction.

Jordan threw her head back in a grinning, teeth-gritting moan as her hands braced against Triller's shoulders. Her thick tail planted firmly against the bed and offered plenty of momentum to slide the thick dildo into the restrained wolf's rump and jostle the delicious knob inside of her dripping sex. Her weight made the bed creak and ensured that every inch of the perfectly-curved toy slid into him without stopping. It was all Triller could do to catch his breath between thrusts, but every time his moans started to raise in volume a firm hand gripped the back of his headfur and buried his muzzled back into the mattress. In the heat of the moment Jordan leaned down and gave Triller's ear a rough bite, humming smugly against him.

"Tell me you love it, wolfy nerd... and don't you lie, I can feel that butt backing into me."

It was true. As the wolf's ass was getting pounded into oblivion he couldn't fight the fact that every stroke was rubbing that little nub of pleasure inside of him called his prostate. He was harder than steel and Jordan's toned, sweaty body pressing against his back wasn't helping either.

"I-I love it..." Triller moaned sheepishly.

"Louder!" Jordan cried, grinning from ear to ear as she eased up on the wolf's shoulders and gave one of his ass cheeks a slap.

"Gah!! I love it!" he yelled, frustration building in his voice as he was pounded into the bed.

"Atta boy! You're taking my dick like a pro!" Jordan licked her lips, no longer holding the wolf down by his shoulders but admiring the thick, purple shaft delving into her boy's cheeks.

Triller let out a startled but quiet moan as the two hands that had been gripping his shoulders now groped his backside, fondling the bouncy cheeks and spreading them mercilessly as the heavy fucking continued. He grit his teeth as he felt her thumbs threaten to spread his already filled hole even wider while Jordan basked in the sight of her purple pucker pounder sinking into yet another victim. Both parties were building to slow, drawn-out climaxes, Jordan keeping her pace rough but savoring the wolf's little squeals and moans as she ground her hips into him. Triller was panting for breath as his own throbbing erection ground against the bed, smearing warm pre into the mattress as he felt Jordan's juices, overflowing from around the feeldoe's knob, start to leak down his ass crack.

"Fuck, wolfy, I'm gonna cum soon... you gonna lift that ass for me and help me out?" the kangaroo sneered, her gaze never leaving the sight of that thick, glistening pole spreading the wolf's plush ass.

"Mnnyeah..." was the only response Triller could muster, his hips slowly arching upward despite the rough slam of Jordan's hard, muscular hips into him.

Jordan's open muzzle bared her teeth with a lusty sigh, watching the male submit to her as she gave his reddened rump cheek another full smack. Her hands braced around Triller's hips and she forcefully slapped her full weight down against his receptive rear end. The wolf could only grip the sheets and hold on as the kangaroo focused each hefty thrust in a way that both jostled the knob of the sex toy pleasingly in her tight walls and brutishly rammed the realistic cock up against his prostate. She firmly chewed her bottom lip and every muscle in her lower body rippled in symphony to work out her pleasure from the groaning, submissive wolf.

It started with a sharp grunt and a sudden break in rhythm, Jordan's muscled rear end and thighs flexing as bottomed out against Triller's ass. The ferocious cry of pleasure shakily melted into a titter as she shuddered and creamed around the deliciously helpful knob in her pussy, her hips constantly grinding her engorged clit on the little ribs provided on the inner curve of the feeldoe. Triller was slightly underwhelmed by the experience. Though the initial thrust gave his prostate a nice push, the steady shivering and lack of motion made the orgasm completely one-sided and his dripping shaft was left to try and twitch its own release.

The tail end of Jordan's climax was warm and fulfilling, the kangaroo's hands leaving the forgotten wolf's rear end to tend to her own fluttering nerves. She caressed her shoulders down to her firm breasts, pinching minor aftershocks of pleasure through her nipples and running one hand back up through her sweat-slicked hair with a long huff. When she finally settled her weight on Triller's thighs the wolf could feel more of her warm juices gently leaking down the outside of the toy and eventually down his own butt and thighs. The kangaroo sat motionless for a moment, eyes closed and muzzle relaxed slack as she absent-mindedly draped her hands on the wolf's back. Triller blinked and looked back in a desperate motion, finally able to partially face the muscular roo.

"Hey... H-Hey!" he yelped, prompting Jordan's smile to disappear and one of her eyes to lazily address him, "W-What about me?"

She glanced down as if able to see his straining erection slick with precum and pinned to the sheets and gave a small snort.

"What about you? You got hands." Jordan angled herself back with a sigh, bracing her hands on the bed beside Triller's head and slowly, playfully grinding her pussy around the tasty little purple knob as she let out a sadistic giggle, "Damn, you got a nice ass, wolfy-nerd, I love watching 'em jiggle."

"Aw, come on! I just got fucked in the ass! Can't I get some action, too?" the wolf huffed in a mix of indignity and desperation.

The kangaroo's face tensed in frustration for a moment before relaxing back into another devious grin. She angled her hips a little and with an audible ~pop~ she expertly withdrew the knob from her pussy while keeping the rest of the cock in Triller's ass. With almost embarrassing ease the kangaroo rearranged the wolf underneath her so his back was against the sheets and his twitching cock pointed up from his hips at a shallow angle. She grabbed his wrists, pinned them to the bed above his head, and settled herself in his lap, leering over the wincing wolf as she could tell the position was nuzzling the feeldoe inside of him.

"You wouldn't last one pump inside me with the way you're squirming..." Jordan spoke low and calmly, no longer driven by lust, "You still want a shot at my pussy, wolfy-bitch?"

Her lips sneered at the final word but the wolf looked far too desperate to care.

"P-Please..." the wolf whimpered weakly.

The experience may have been rough and humiliating, but damn it, he needed to cum NOW. Jordan met the reply with a broad grin and the lightest touch of her wet nether lips against the underside of Triller's tip.

"You sure about that?" the kangaroo gave him a grin.

"Y-Yes! Come on! Stop teasing, already!" Triller gasped breathlessly, his dick twitching at the lightest smear of the kangaroo's wet, snug lips.

Jordan smirked and settled herself upright with a calm sigh. She reached between her legs and deftly tucked the wolf's tip between her folds, her expression remaining unchanged as she fed him just far enough inside of her to handle things from there. She took note of the wolf's nervous wince as the reality of situation dawned on him. It was too late, though. Jordan slowly arched herself forward and let her breasts jiggle inches in front of his face. She lowered herself another inch and felt his breath against her sweaty body, a soft, cruel chuckle leaking from her lips. She stared into his eyes as they gazed pleadingly up at her. She carefully licked her lips and rotated her hips in an agonizing circle to really feel up the wolf's twitching shaft with her tight, flexing walls.

"One."

"AAHHHNNnnnnnnnyyyUUUHHHHH!!!"

The second Jordan lowered her hips into Triller's lap it was over. She easily pinned the wolf's squirming body into the bed and used the same muscles that kept the feeldoe firmly tucked inside of her to repeatedly squeeze and milk the wolf's load into her pussy. The heat was nice and the stickiness was quite sexy, but neither was as satisfying as the look on his face as he twitched and filled her pussy. Small globs of sticky white began leaking from around the wolf's aching cock and she knew that his ass was giving the feeldoe the same treatment her pussy was giving him; clenching the thick, fake cock deep inside of his rump. She sat motionless on top of him until he was finished, laying back on the bed with his eyes unable to focus and his muzzle wide with desperate panting. Their crotches were a mess, splattered with thick, ropey globs of wolf seed that escaped the roo's tight grasp and leaving long, hanging strands connecting Jordan's hips to Triller's. She casually lifted herself up and let his spunk-slathered cock thwack against his belly as a thick glob of white cream oozed out of her nether lips.

"Told ya." the kangaroo chuckled, arching her arms over her head and stretching out her muscular torso, "Well thanks, wolfy nerd, now I need a shower, but I think you need a hell of a lot more."

Triller couldn't quite grasp onto a word to respond with as fatigue swam through his body. While Jordan's crotch and thighs were lightly spackled with cum, the wolf's crotch and stomach were completely soaked with sticky jizz. If he didn't get his wits about him quickly the mess would certainly gel his fur into a most unflattering nest of spikes.

"I'll be back downstairs til' about 9 or so, but if you're still here when Michelle and I get back I'll have to beat your ass next."

She made sure the wolf gave at least a nod before she strolled into the bathroom, quietly griping about the mess he had made as sticky trails of pearly-white cum sank down her thighs.