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It all began on the outskirts of the forest...

"I would have said so..." There's a moments pause before Gavin slips up behind her, fingers sliding around her hips to pop open the front of those pants and unzipping them slowly. They are slow, teasing, deliberate movements before his thumbs sneak around to her sides. Then, they are firm tugs, wiggling them and any underwear she might have been wearing both over those generous hips and down her rounded behind. Jerking and yanking them down to leave at her knees while his hot breath flows against her now exposed rump, wafting between her thighs just a bit and to the wetting mound between them. She can feel his body pressing up behind her, the front of his bare thighs pressing against the back of her own, but she can't yet feel the firmness of her cock upon her. One hand slips up her back and grips to her shoulder... and for a second she feels the tease of his human shaped cocktip teasing against the tight pucker hidden between her buttocks, a slickness smearing for a moment, but then it's thrusting up and in to her body, thick, veiny girth of his manhood piercing in toward her belly, while stretching that tight ring of her tailhole open wide.

"Alayna nods gently, eyes still shut as if being given a surprise on her birthday. "Of course. Forgive me for assuming." She states, her tone soft as usual but with a submissive undertone couple with sincerity in the apology for the mistake. The unzipping of her pants and the tugging of it down elicits some movement from her tails, the black, fuzzy masses untangling themselves from the cloth to better allow the trousers, and a particularly lacy purple thong, to be pulled down with ease. The tails are only one obstacle though, the real challenge is her glorious backside. Thickly padded as if it were designed for one purpose and one purpose only, to drool sexuality, the almond-colored rump slowly emerges from the constricting grip of her khakis. He has to do some tugging, and the thought of how she even managed to get these tight pants on may cross his mind. Quivering, plush flesh spills forth to greet his eyes as he finally manages to get the pants down and to her thighs. He may spot her sex. No. He will spot her sex, very clearly. With both nose and eye. Those puffy, red lips protrude outwards lewdly. The cord of cloth that is her thong entirely sodden as he pulls the underwear away, he nether lips clinging to it were a welcome visitor they don't wish to leave their silk, moist embrace. Her clit is equally engorged, red and protruding, any small gust of air flowing between her legs causing her to quiver in delight. The olfactory portion of this experience is her heady, feminine scent that rolls off her molten loins thicker than that lotus perfume that always clings to her honeyed skin. Pulling the pants down further, he notices that those thighs are much similar to her rump, in the fact they're nice and thick with a womanly shape to them, complimented by child bearing hips. With all said and down she's got her full, almond rump out on display for him, moaning softly when she feels his body against his. It's not until there's penetration does she shudder, toes curling against the forest floor as a far lewder moan exits her strawberry lips. Her rump hole clings to his cock like a babe to its mother, holding on for dear life as if it were a gift from Inari itself. Even with that vice grip he'd fine it somewhat roomy and pliant, easy to penetrate without much need of lubrication, making it pretty obvious she's been rather stretched down below.

Gavin grunts and groans gently behind Alayna's body as his impressively sized human shaft slips up and into her buttocks, a heavy snort, animalistic and hot against the back of her neck coming along with that penetration. His mind ticks and notes every different scent and sensation, something inside noting that ease of passing for his cock. Then, her mate is a dragon and she does have two equines for sons... and then there's a small twinge down his spine. His hand slips forward to grasp that generous, flowing hip of hers, the curve of it almost too much as womanly and matronly as it is. However, his fingers clench tight to it, the rough callouses upon his digits a stark contrast to the smooth, creaminess of hers while the hand upon her shoulder does the same. For a moment, there is no movement, just heavy breathing from behind her, the soft, constant feeling of his heartbeat in the throbbing of his cock as it pounds inside of her gently stretched tailhole. The strength and speed of the thrust that follows his pause is almost mind-blowing, coming from the human. His hips draw back and then slam forward again in a heavy rut that sends all of her delicious honey-hued curves wobbling for a moment while his groin slaps firm against her flesh, hanging ball-sack swinging up and spanking against her engorged sex and erected clit. Then, he settles again, that one firm thrust hilting him again into her rumphole while the man gives a soft gasp behind her. The barest of changes can be felt inside of her belly, a shiver and a shudder along the length of his shaft as it rests inside her warm depths. As those walls cling to him, massaging and bringing ever more pleasure to the moment, there's a pound of his heart and then an inch or two of growth upon that veiny member.

Alayna keeps her eyes closed as she was instructed, letting out a soft, lewd moan as she's penetrated by that vein manhood of Gavin's, muscles clenching and massaging his length as it penetrates her. She clenches those wobbling masses that are her rear cheeks, and like an ocean of almonds they undulate about, helping to massage that thick cock as it passes by and into her waiting hole. Her nethers get all the wetter as this happens, and all seems to go quiet from her as there's a pause. She doesn't shudder, moan, or whimper as that throbbing cock fills her up and sits there. The gripping of her hips does elicit a short shiver but for the most part she remains still, gripping that tree tightly as she waits for some movement. It's then that she's pounded with that quick and powerful thrust of his. Like a bolt of lightning striking her, he can visibly see the pleasure traverse her body with the jiggling of her womanly curves. From her tailhole to her mouth, it hits her like a truck, entering through his strong thrust and the slapping of his testicles against her clit and leaving out through her mouth in the form of a lewd, feminine moan. Her tails begins to curl around him affectionately, tickling his exposed skin to urge him on. It's then that her eyes demand to be open, brows raising as a curious thing happens inside her. Even with her stretched hole she can feel his cock grow and push her muscles about, shifting her insides ever so slightly. It's still a far cry from what that hole is used to, but she certainly feels the change. Her toes continue to curl and she waits for his next move, inner muscles still clenching and rivets of nectar pouring down her thighs. But she doesn't buck or grind, merely waiting and obeying his previous commands.

As those midnight furred tails begin to wrap around Gavin's form, they can detect minute little shudders beneath his skin, tremors in his muscles as he holds himself tight to her bottom, cock throbbing after that little jump inside of her bowels. There's another heavy snort behind her, the grip upon her hips and shoulder tightening as the male leans in to growl gently, lustily to her ear. "And just how many cocks have you taken up this delightful ass of yours, dear?" It is teasing and deep, his voice just a shade deeper than it used to be, in fact, baritone shifting closer to bass. Yet another blast of hot breath wafts over her neck from his nostrils, the weight of his chest slipping away from her covered back before his hips slowly pull away from the amazingly soft support that her curved rump provides. His hips pull back and then thrust forward once again, that same quick, firm pump up and into her belly while again, there's a shifting in size and girth. His plump and bulbous cocktip morphs slowly as it glides back in, flattening out and developing just the hint of a ridge like a horse, while the rest of the veiny shaft thickens up considerably. The veins smooth out just a bit while adding even more length and this time the growth is much more severe, adding another half foot as it starts to extend through her toward her stomach. She can feel the weight behind her shifting as well, firm thighs becoming just a bit more muscular against her own, the hands gripping her growing larger, too. "This is what you want... isn't it? Something big and strong?"

Alayna's brows arch ever higher as she feels the man shudder, her own body quivering as he holds himself so close. That almond sea of her flesh visibly shivers when he lets out a heavy breath behind her, and his grip tightens, her body relaxing against his in such a submissive fashion. She broadcasts her desire to be taken by him with her body language, each clench and exaggerated gasp for his pleasure and his alone. Although it's quite obvious she's getting plenty of pleasure out of the penetration as well, her flushed cheeks and drooling cunny being quite obvious indicators of this. Her nails dig into the bark a little as he talks in such a teasing way to her. She smirks and responds with. "Far more than you have, or ever will." She teases back, that smug smirk on her lips replaced with a soft 'o' as she lets out a little moan from the feel of his warm breath flowing over her honeyed skin again. As he pulls away her smirk returns for only a split moment as she's pounded once more, and her lips take on a lusty grin. Her plush flesh quakes again, and her moan rings out amongst the forest as her hedonistic side enjoys this ever the more. This time the growth and change is met with not a raising of the brows but a moaning from the lips as her insides are shifted and distended to accommodate the enlarging intruder. Her raven brow does quiver just a tad as his previously human shaft begins to take on equine characteristics. But the curiosity, and the worry, in her flows out down the insides of her legs in the form of her feminine honey. The arousal easily overwhelms any sense of reason or logic in her, content with enjoying the fat cock that suddenly sprung up deep inside her tailhole. The shifting of his weight and increasing muscularity is just icing on the equine cake, her tails going to tickle those expanding muscles in hopes to encourage further growth. She can barely contain herself and seems physically strained by mentally holding herself back from bucking wildly against his engorged horsehood. She speaks in a sultry voice, that smug smirk returning as sarcasm drips from her lips. "Hardly... Big and strong is enough to break this tree and impale me from ass to mouth like a glorified sex toy."

Gavin grunts again, heavy and deep in his chest as she returns the teases and even challenges his masculinity with the lewdity that rolls from her strawberry lips. "More, hmmm?" His heart pounds deeper inside the mostly shifted cock resting inside of her ass, each throb of it adding another inch. This slow growth inside of her stomach parts her rumpwalls further open with each pulse, agonizing in those minute little tugs of her body inside. Not only that, but as he rests against her, she can feel his testicles start to swell and plump up as they hang against the backs of her round, thick thighs. Churning as they bloat up with more seed, the weight of them rolling against her honey-soaked legs, promising to release torrents of pleasure into the woman when they finally reach climax. The slowly-changing male pants as he feels them shift as well, feeling her pleasure coating them and scenting him with her need. Nostrils drinks in that need, snorting again as she feels the touch of a softly-furred horse nose press into the side of her neck. Those smells tangle into the air, her strawberry lips, his wild and untaming masculinity, her wetting and soaking need to be taken and it finally drives him over the edge. Hips draw back and then slam forward once more, the wet slapping of his loins against her buttocks resounding through the clearing as his balls bounce against her slit. This time, though, there is no pause, drawing back immediately after to thrust and rut in again. Each buck adds an inch to his size, the motions seeming to spur the growth while his grip tightens and holds her still against the tree. Her tails are forced to relax as his size changes further, those muscles expanding and firming to stone, the hands upon shoulder and hip gripping harder while his fingers thicken and grow longer. She could be a plaything to him now, if he tried, rivaling that even of her son, Callum, and the immensity of his pounding cock was soon joining that rivalry. In fact, starting to suprise it with each slap and fuck into her stretching body, the ferocity of the pounding starting to verge on abuse as her curves wobble and dance deliciously.

Alayna smiles wide at his question and that hot breath rolling down from his increasing stature. She nods, hair shuffling a little. "Oh yeah. Mooore!" She says with a moan as his powerful cock continues to expand within her tailhole. "Mmmm. You're stretching me- mmmmf.... Almost as much as- Oh! When the dragon fucked me with four cocks." She lets out another moan, trying to stifle it and bite down on her lower lip as to not attract unwanted attention. Her billowing, almond rump starts to spread lewdly as his growing shaft thicken and thickens, each vein sending a vibrating jolt of pleasure across the muscled walls of her insides after each thump of his heart. A tail goes to pet that abused ass before lewdly slipping inbetween those soft buns to stroke the hilt of his horsehood. Her legs visibly quiver as the weight of his virile testicles is felt against her heavy thighs, more of her juices gushing forth from her neglected vagina and spilling onto those powerful orbs. Their heady scents mingle deeply, her feminine one with his heady musk. It fills the air like a fog, flowing into their nostrils with every little breath they take and filling their body with a need. A need to rut. A perfect, animalistic union of smells that drives the instincts on to do the naughtiest of things. She growls in a low, canine fashion, a deep pleasured growl that rumbles from the back of her throat as her tails begin to get more wild along his rapidly expanding body. They eventually pull back from his main self to go great his lower half, his bulbous, swinging testicles. They tickle and pet the seed-laden orbs as he shifts further and further, her inner walls clenching tightly even as they're forced further and further out and her cheeks are spread wider and wider. A foot is then kicked up at the seeming crest of his growth, although it's still quite early to tell, and pets one of his balls with her silken sole. She does this for a only a moment before he begins to pound her mercilessly, her foot immediately returning to the ground as she tries to steady herself from the unexpected rutting. Her body jiggles and squirms about as moans roll off her tongue every single time he hilts into her, every single time his cock throbs and adds another inch. A sheen of sweat begins to form on her almond skin, and her hands grip the bark ever harder to steadier her quivering self. But it's obvious there's no way she would still be standing if not for his hands keeping her still and on that tree. She'd probably be on the ground or halfway up the tree with the abusive pounding she's receiving, and her pudding-line muscles aren't helping matters either. She's in little control of her body as it acts instinctually, breasts swinging beneath her as she returns the pistoning with a bucking of her own, eagerly greeting every time that muscled crotch slams loudly and wetly into her rump, leaving a visible redness and eliciting higher and higher pitched moans from her strawberry-hued mouth.

Now that the horse-man has become large enough, he changes his tactics while he ruts into her, shaft coming closer and closer to pounding directly into her belly with it's growing length. Pressing his height past the eight feet mark, it seems that his lengthening shaft hasn't gotten the message to stop doing so as it finally pops that flared tip into her gut while bulging her belly with the girth of the equine member. Each thrust forward pops the tip out against her skin before it's drawn back, slowly angling it up toward her throat as it grows and grows and grows. The large, bestial horse behind Alayna suddenly pulls her from the tree, the weight of her adjusting while her center of gravity shifts. His legs stand straight while lifting her up on the spire of his manhood, his hands still grasping to her shoulder and hip for support while she slides down completely upon his cock. Her legs dangle down into the air while the tip of his cock teases at the bottom of her throat, suspending her in the air while he gives a heavy chuckle. "Mmmmm... good little cocksleeve, you are. I'll have to do this more often, I think." The hand upon her shoulder shifts down to her hips, holding tight to it before he very slowly starts to drag her body up that immense piece of horsemeat, chuckling again, "Just think if your boys came back and saw this, their mother... speared on a giant horsedick... clear through to her mouth." The ease in which the Clydesdale lifts and lowers her upon his shaft is amazing, stretching her ever more and more with each pump up and down with his new toy. "You feel much better than any toy, I'm sure." With the the next pump, the flared tip of his shaft starts to bulge up into her throat, the heavy sack of testicles down upon his thighs slowly start to release a trickle of precum into her body.

The pounding of her stomach is met with moans from her mouth which each time that blunt tip pounds into the entrance. When it finally breaks through, she can't contain herself. A climax rolls through her body rather early, before the massive horse has even given her a taste of his pre. Her anal muscles clench and her body squirms about helplessly under his ministrations. A hand goes to her stomach as she feels the tip of his horsehood begin to distend her almond stomach. There's some worry on her face but it's soon replaced with pleasure. The pleasure of being so filled and completed. Eventually the orgasm does die down, and her muscles stop their spasming clenches. She continues to bask in the afterglow of the climax the best she can, riding it for all its worth as he continues to pound her with his horsehood. Alayna gasps sharply as she's moved about like a plaything, fingernails being pulled out the tree with relative ease due to the horseman's strength. She raises her brows with confusion as she's toyed with and repositioned, eyes still shut tightly as she was told. Her tails do skitter about to get a feel for what's going on, her mouth hanging agape as she fully realizes his impressive stature. Her legs squirm about as she's lifted and her feet are left dangling. A thought crosses her mind as her brows perk up, feet moving to rub those massive testicles as they swing about from the rutting, her silken soles petting them once more. The pleasure is unreal, the amount he's filling her is unreal, and her overwhelming desire for the horse now spearing her is unreal! This surreal experience as her dizzy with thoughts, her ears twitching faintly as she listens to his mocking, toes curling at the thought of her sons coming back any minute to see such a sight. She manages to speak, although her tone is a little muffled as that flat tip tries to invade her throat. "Mmm. Yes... Use me like the cocksleeve- mmmmf... I am. Fill me like the dragon neve- Ooooh! Has! Paint the forest white, break a tree or two... Fuck. Me." She says loudly, moaning and squirming as his horehood finally gets its way into her throat, eyes opening up finally and going wide as she just now feels a little precum dribble from the tip. Her body, distended on a literal log of horsecock, she's already had her first climax and is easily well on her way to her second, and this massive creature that's been rutting her is only now showing true signs of real arousal! Forget what was said, the thought of this has her squirming once more in intense pleasure. Her anal muscles clenching again along with her vaginal ones. Rivers of nectar flowing down her legs and soaking her socks and his testicles. She's on her second orgasm and riding it strong and the real rut hasn't even started.

Her returned words only bring a pleasured and satisfied grin to Gavin's muzzle, his head leaning back slightly to ring out in a deep, soothing chuckle of pure enjoyment at her begging praise. As if to treat her for such words, especially as her silkclad feet rub to those massive swells resting in his sack, a sudden splurt of precum, heavier than those few before it causes his massive equineness to lurch inside her body. It shudders through her very being as she heads into that second orgasm, the fullness of his member pulsing heavily as the creamy preseed ejects into the bottom of her throat and flows up into her mouth. "We'd best give your children a good show..." The horse murls long and low as he feels her body wracking in her second climax, "Twice already... insatiable, you are." The hands drift up from from her hips while she slides slowly back down upon his massive log of a cock, the weight of her body naturally tugging her further until she is resting in his groin. The flared head slowly pushes that spent pre up her throat from the action, oozing it slowly further into her mouth before it dribbles across her strawberry scented lips and the smell of it floods her nostrils, virile spunk, even if just preseed. His large, strong fingers hook into the hem of her sweater and tug it upward, yanking hard, not yet realizing his strength just yet. Nothing tears, but her pendulous, almond-colored tits swing free, bared to the air while he lets the hem sneak up just above, leaving the article of clothing still halfway on. So she sits, impaled upon his spear of a cock, sopping pants and panties down to her knees, sweater tugged up and over her giant breasts and the outline of that shaft bulging out her honey-hued skin. Gravity tugs upon her weight, only increasing the pressure of that breeding tool inside of her while she tries to gain purchase against it with the rubbing of his massive testicles with her feet.

Her eyebrows raise in excitement as that pulse of heavy pre travels up his cock, and boy does it have a ways to go. It first slips past her absurdly spread rear, felt clearly on the outside by her plump cheeks. Then it slides into her tailhole, the feeling of being penetrated by a smaller cock comes to mind as it stretches that sphincter wide. Then it begins the long and arduous process of making it up her entirely wrecked inner body, up that thick shaft and to the tip. The bulging glob travels through her muscled walls, tickling them to the extremely and causing them to clench and force to forward ever faster. It then enters her stretched stomach, doing much the same. It can even be seen distending her flesh outwards just as the flared tip of his horseshaft did not moments ago. A hand goes to pat it for a split moment before it finds the entrance to her throat, disgorging out the flared tip soon after causing her throat to billow forth like a frog's. The preseed sits there at the bottom of her throat, the blunt tip of his cock keeping it locked into place. She just nods as he speaks, coming down from her second climax only to be on the verge of a third, feet frantically rubbing his testicles as she tries to find some reason to the weird feeling inside her. The preseed pooling within her throat, accentuating how filled she truly is. Then she's tugged further down, every vein, every bump of his cock being felt throughout her entire body as it shifts upwards and she shifts downwards. The throbbing shakes her body as a whole at this point, each thump of his heart and filling of his horsehood with blood causes her entire body to shudder not on her own accord but by the pure power of his cock. It vibrates deep inside her, rocking her very core to the point where she's so close to that third orgasm yet can't seem to get there just yet. The pre begins to spill from her lips now, dribbling down her chin in time to fall onto her sweater as he begins to remove it. It's as if unwrapping a Christmas present, really. The maroon furthering that notion. Two, orb-like breasts swing forth when he pulls the sweater up, fat nubs that her nipples long since been erected and now ever the more so from having the air tickle them and the areolae they rest upon. Milk even begins to dribble out, slowly trickling down her bust. Now the sweet scent of her milk enters the air, mixing with the thick aroma of her sex, his heady musk, the virile stench of his preseed forming a cocktail of pure lost that would put a Talakai to shame. Her eyes slowly open as she's commanded, feeling that fat, flared tip press at the inside of her mouth. She looks around. One would think it'd be in pure horror at the sight of her completely impaled by this monstrosity attached to the horseman. Instead she looks about in pure desire and debauchery, enjoying every moment of it. Her mouth remains closed though in one last act of defiance before he really gets started rutting her. She keeps his cock behind closed lips the best she can, pre still dribbling out between that gentle crevice inbetween the two plush pillows. Her hands stroke his shaft from the outside, rubbing her bare tummy and the flesh that pushes it outwards. She probably isn't doing that much, only little sensations, but she seems to enjoy what little she can do herself.

Gavin grins wide as the raven-haired kitsune upon his cock flutters her eyes open, the lewdity and carnality of her pleasure bringing delight to his own bright blues. He chuckles softly, a secure dominance, a dark indulgance as she tries to disobey his request. So, he leans his horsemuzzle down and flickers out his tongue, lapping at the creamy pre that oozes from the corners of the woman's mouth. Lick up strawberry along with his own spunk, the massive Clydesdale murls his pleasure at the mixed taste before his lips press against them more fully. His tongue lashes down and tries to force her mouth open, seeking out the flared tip of his own cock if he's able for a bit of a self-tease while taking control of her situation once more. Then, he pulls back, the cling of that cream stringing between their lips, globbing and stretching out like a thin glue before it cuts loose and trails down her chin, the rest hanging down from his own into the air. He laps it up and then lets out that deep, masculine bass of a chuckle once more, "Who knew we were such depraved things... you naughty girl. Disobeying my orders..." So, his hands slip up and grasp her wrists in front as she tries to pet and caress what she can of her burdgeoned flesh, pulling them firm down and behind slightly to apply even more pressure against her insides and the back of her mouth. "So, I'll just have to force you open..." The Clydesdale grunts and gives a little hump into her massively stretched rump, somehow sinking her an inch lower upon the spear of cockflesh while the inch prods forcefully against her mouth. Then, another grunt and the flared tip gets another growth spurt while release a wash of spunk. It's thicker, this time, the cum, something more like regular orgasm, but yet, he's not climaxed. The stamina that this horse has adapted is astounding, it having taken this long for something even resembling semen to start flooding from those giant balls beneath her body. There is no backpull, just constant pressure pulling her down while that equine cock pushes up, raising up in front of her jade eyes to spire up in front of his own face. His urethral opening slowly dribbles that sperm-filled batter down against her stretching lips as it raises up and up, coating her cheeks and chin and drooling down her neck in a soft flood.

Alayna's almond-skinned breasts jut out in front of her as more and more horsedick is forced into her body. The pressure from inside causes those extended and thick nipples to dribble milk more constantly, the thinner cream mixing with the thicker spunk that trickles down between her hefty cleavage. Finally pierced from stretched tailhole all the way to her mouth, the Clydesdale can finally begin his rut, his cocksleeve of a woman prepared to be used properly. There is a hump from beneath her body, his pendulous balls swinging up while her silk-clad feet rest upon them, the liquid honies of her recent orgasms flinging into the air. His hands relax slightly upon her wrists so that she can bounce upward upon his massive shaft, the barrel of breeding flesh slipping back down behind her lips and even to her throat. Then, he grips her dainty arms again and pulls back down, grinding that huge member back up while the flared tip pops out into the cool air once more. Her stretched bottom bounces and slaps firmly against his sopping hips, but the momentum is just directed back as he humps up again, letting loose with his hands. This is how the rutting begins, literally bouncing her upon his hips his cock spears clear through her body, rump to mouth. Wet slapping echoing off the trees, her pleasure gushing and splashing about beneath her crotch, her pants a mess and only coating his giant testicles even more in the flavor and scent of her pleasure. Those soft and giving breasts bounce and wobble up and down as he toys her about, each thrust upward putting more pressure upon them from the inside and causing a small spray of milk to splash out against the tree in front of them, marking it in her scent. His flared tip thrusts and pops again and again from her mouth, small jets of cum releasing at every full push through to send his seed splurting out to spatter against the wood along with the milk, painting it slowly white as she begged for.

The pace continues in that way for a good few moments, her body bouncing up and down at Gavin's behest, more milk and cum spraying out from their bodies and coating the tree in their smell and mess. After awhile, though, he slows his humping upward, his grip changing from those lissome wrists to grip those extensive hips of hers, gently lifting. He gives her worked body a moments pause, flared equine tip slipping down into her throat to rest inside of her belly. The male is fairly certain she doesn't need to breathe, but he also doesn't want to break her apart, either. However, the pumping of nut from his balls hasn't slowed, every heartbeat felt in her body sending a small dump of his horsecum to splursh against the bottom of her throat and fill her stomach. As he the moments pause drags out, her belly subtly starts to bloat as more and more virile seed pumps into it, swelling and swelling until she begins to look just a few months pregnant. The equine is more than aware of what's happening, Alayna's soft, dazed moans and groans of depraved delight as she begins to fill only causing heavier lurches from his dick. His hand slips around to caress that belly, rubbing it lovingly for a moment as he murmurs, "Ah, if only it were your womb... I shall simply have to try to get you as big as he did, through other methods..." The weight in her stomach slowly growing starts to pull his tree-trunk of a shaft down, her body starting to hang slightly upon him at a level slowly more perpendicular to the ground. "Maybe that's what I'll do... just fill you up and leave you beneath the tree so your sons can find you like that... they're probably watching right now, in fact." The Clydesdale turns his gaze out toward the treeline for a moment before chuckles again, his giant hand slowly petting up and down her back as it exposes more and more. Finally, the heaviness of her cum-laden belly pulls his throbbing shaft down in alignment with the fluid soaked grass beneath them. The horseman adjusts his grip to her hips again and slowly pushes and pulls her back and forth, using her body as the cocksleeve it slowly resembles while making her hanging breasts and cum plumped belly wobble and sway beneath her.

Alayna lets out a gurgling moan as he continues to bounce her about for a few moments longer, her flexing anal muscles milking the pleasure out of him just as he's doing to her. Her eye remain wide open as he instructed, watching as she's used like a toy. Watching that flared tip peak out from her lips and smears saliva and precum on her nose. Watching as she leaks milk and her body drips sweat. Feeling is really beyond her at this point, as all she can feel is his mighty cock. You'd think her pussy had gone numb at this point, as neglected as it has been. It still drools feminine honey down her legs, but for the most part she's could be thought of as his massive equine shaft. Every bump in it, every vein. She can feel it. Even time a glob of precum spurts pout, she can feel it traveling up the cumvein. Every throb, every movement, every shift, she can feel every single thing echoing throughout her body in a truly indescribable way. When he finally decides to change position is she given a moment's respite from the unending sensations. Her eyes are rolled back, and it's beyond pleasure anymore. Pure euphoria. She barely notices him talk, vulpine ears twitching in tune with his words but nothing except for precum comes out of her mouth. In her daze she barely notices getting filled, her tummy pushing outwards as he inflates her stomach with gallons of his equine preseed. When her honey-hued stomach finally hits the ground does she seem to awaken from her lust-addled stupor. She observes her surroundings, going to speak but only producing a steady stream of precum from her lips, as if she herself were a cock. A gurgling moan flows out of her mouth as he begins to rut her again and use her lick the cocksleeve she is, soles of her feet still rubbing his testicles when she can as her tails try to do the impossible. A few of them wrap around the base of his cock to try and cut the flow of preseed. It's a laughable effort really, the appendages barely able to wrap around such a thick cock, much less supply enough pressure to stop the flow of that firehouse. No, it's fruitless beyond providing him more sensation, perhaps coaxing more precum. Another orgasm hits her while she does this, and she barely notices. Almost in a constant state of it at this point, her pussy sending rivers of nectar down the curvature of her stomach. She gurgles out some more precum and manages to speak soon after the fourth orgasm. "I guess.. Mmmf." She moans. "You think you're in control, huh?" She questions him, voice unsteady and frequently interrupted by short squeals. "Jealous of the dragon still? I think his horsie form's still bigger." She teases, knowing full well comparing his masculinity to Loki's is sure to sting. "Oh well..." She ends her brief moment of clarity, attempting to speak again but gurgling on precum once more.

Gavin snorts, hotly, as she teases back at him, his murmur a moment soft, "Always jealous of the one who calls you mate..." At the rest of it, though his response is a moment of aggression, more than likely exactly what she had hoped for and he's more than willing to give it. One hand up on her hip, the other trails up her back and then grips around the back of her neck, holding tight upon it as he gives a sudden thrust forward and through her body again. The flared head pops free of her lips while he pushes her down upon the ground, rutting furiously again and again against her massively stretched backside. The flat tip of his shaft slams against the grass in front of her eyes, almost comical as she wobbles forward and back upon his giant dick, throbbing away at her insides. The load in her bloated stomach sloshes about with the fury he's unleashing into her, grunting and huffing short, gutteral snorts as he pounds so brutally against her backside. That entire spear of horsemeat stretching out her insides as if she were an article of tight clothing, straining to contain him and keep him warm. His large balls pendulum back and forth, boulders of seed rolling against her feet as she pets and strokes them with her toes, feeling them wiggle the best they can against the immense swells. "Bigger, hmmm? You need bigger, Mistress?" He uses the term snidely, amused at how it did or did not apply in this situation, a soft grunt coming to his lips after as that already massive equine dick shudders and thickens. It gains no length, just girth, stretching her wobbling and fluid slicked buttcheeks apart further, stretching the tight anal ring even more, so worked by his cock that it drags and pulls gently outward every time he pulls back his hips only to cave it inward at every thrust in. Her mouth has to compensate even more, forcing those strawberry lips apart as the flared tip pops in and out every time. "Shall I cum now, Mistress? Or shall I just fuck you until you pass out?" His pace is only growing quicker, now that the true rut seems to have begun, his body only picking up speed and strength. The horse's stamina is inhuman, pounding and thrusting, grunting and snorting, those muscles bulging and flexing as he takes her tiny body again and again and again. They were in a literal pool of their fluids, her milk and feminine honies, the waves of his prespunk puddled beneath her body, squelching and slurping and clinging against her skin as it wiggles and is pushed back and forth through the hot mess of them.

Alayna lets out a gurgling snicker at this comment, although it's stifled for the most part by the ocean of preseed flowing off her lips. She shuts her eyes in defiance as what she desired comes into fruition when he grabs her roughly and begins to pound away at her like a jackhammer. Her rump grows red against from the constant slapping of those plump cheeks against his pelvis, her thighs beginning to get bruised from being hit by those massive testicles with such force. Her hair is matted and her tails are still trying to keep things under control, but they're fighting an uphill battle that's only getting steeper. It all goes so well, another orgasm rolling through her body as he decimates her body with that massive equine log. Every time that flared tip pops out of her lips and towards the grass, a giddy feeling flows right through her that forces her toes to curl and her cheeks to flush ever deeper than they already are. It's obvious she's loving the way he's treating her, the feel of her face being dunked into the puddle of prespunk pooling in front of her as his flared tip pops out, her burgeoning stomach filled with not even the true, milky contents of his testicles, her drooling vagina that hasn't stopped pouring lubricant since they started this strange, strange passion. It all falls into place, a lovely fucking. And then he spouts something about being bigger, and what she thought wasn't possible begins once more as his shaft thickens, and she can feel every second of it almost as much as he can. Her sphincter is stretched further, getting to the point where if he withdraws she could probably swallow a small person with how much it's gaping at this point. Her skin billows forth, getting more and more distended by his thickening girth, his veins so large and meaty that they're actually showing through her flesh, each pulse making the outside meat quiver in delight. She's like a stretched piece of rubber at this point, no doubt either some sort of Kitsune magic, an illusion, nanites, or maybe she's secretly made of latex. Whatever the case is, Inari has certain blessed her with the ability to handle large things with ease. His question receives a peculiar answer due to her predicament, lips and mouth stretched wide to accommodate his horsehood, that salty, musky meet pressed firmly against her tongue so she can't taste anything but him. Her words are muffled and only parts of what she's trying to get across are actually sort of audible, with a slight gurgle to them. "nnmrmmmrmf ... Bigger... mfmmmfmfmmrmm...Fuck mrmfmmrmf... nnnmmrfmmmf More." That's all she manages, with a few key words fairly hard to hear and up to interpretation. It kind of sounds like one or two of them began with an n.

The massive Clydesdale simply snorts and ruts away, her whole body slipping back and forth upon his giant spear of breeding meat like the strained cocksleeve that she is. He must admit that he's incredibly surprised that the gorgeous and depraved kitsune has been able to manage what they've done so far, but he doesn't want to push it too far, for now at least. So, he slows in the rutting and pulls the flared tip of his shaft once more into her gurgling, cum-drooling mouth, throbbing as it slowly retreats back into her pre-bulged stomach. He gets down onto his knees, settling down further into that sticky, musky pool of all of their fluid as her body drops down along with, almost smothering her in the puddle as her face dunks, belly splooshes, and hanging breasts slosh and stir around in it. He waits there for just a moment, a small, devious grin upon his face as he lets the stretched woman enjoy all of those base smells and musky tastes as they flood her senses. Slow, teasing sways of his hips drag her body a few inches left and right, up and down to slop the mess of their debauchery around her sides and curves, his giant testicles bouncing along with as they settle onto the painted grass. Finally, though, his hands grip her waist tight and slowly begin to rotate her upon that equine maleness, tugging upon her skin and flesh and insides slowly as she spins completely about to rest with her back in that puddle. He continues to let her feet and legs dangle downward to pet those resting balls while they churn beneath her soaked, silk socks and wiggling toesies. The flared head of his cock resting gently inside of her belly, swimming in the pocket of pre inside, flexes suddenly as that feed of fluid is turned off with a heavy clench in his powerful loins, pulling a deep groan from the horse as he looks down at her swollen form. His hands shift away from those wide, birthing hips, grasping at her skin, smearing the evidence of their pleasure over that almond-colored skin. They swirl and fingerpaint across her flesh, that devious little grin still showing white teeth from behind his lips, bright blue eyes glowing playfully down at her as he gives her a moment of rest and composure. Leaning up just a bit, those hands close upon her heavy chest, letting her perked, thumb-like nipples escape from between his spread fingers, gently fondling and holding, rubbing and squeezing upon them to enjoy their ample flesh and the textures they provide in his grip. A rumble of a mur shakes his chest, the deep bass of it vibrating through him and turning his treetunk of masculinity to a buzzing pleasure center that reverberates against her stretched pucker and all the way through to her belly. Then, there's another grin as one hand creeps to her tummy, rubbing over the sloshing and pre-swirling thing before he starts to push slow and constant down upon it, sending the milky fluid inside gushing for both exits from that pocket.

Alayna continues to wear a wanton grin, precum oozing from between her lips as he ruts her. The smile grows wider as he somehow got the message of not getting any bigger, even if she couldn't really get it out the way she wanted. She's practically in a state of perpetual orgasm, the feeling of being so entirely stuff completing her, as if she were one big, oddly-shaped hole and this horse was the peg that fit her perfectly. She almost whimpers as he begins to slow down, but she doesn't quite manage it with a mouth full of preseed. She pants heavily when he withdraws from her throat and rests that flared head in the ocean of precum that swirls about in her taut tummy. The panting is more of a draining to be perfectly honest, each time she exhales a gout of preseed flows from her mouth to join the swimming pool on the ground. The swimming pool that she seems to be closing in on, the scents causing her eyes to glaze over, and a high to hit her like no conventional drug could. She eagerly slurps more of the fluids she's trying to expel when her face is dunked into the river of sex, the rest of her body lazily sloshing about as her tails go limp. The sound of a gurgle fills the air as the Clydesdale rests her in the pool to catch her breath and rest for a moment, even if it is in a sticky sea of sexual depravity. The smearing of her against said ocean mixes in a muffled moan to the gurgling, sensitive nipples and skin dragging against the preseed, milk, and nectar coated ground. When she's turned around does she finally seem to calm down from it all, blinking softly at him in pure, glassy-eyed amazement. A weak arm rises and to brush the thick cocktail out of her eyes and face, her mouth spewing another load of preseed all over her breasts as she tries to speak again. Eventually she manages some words, a hand resting on her stomach to rub it faintly as her damp feet continue to knead his testicles. She coos as he touches her, and moans when he grabs her tits. She tries to speak again, coughing up some liquid and clearing her throat the best she can. Streams of precum still flow from the corners of her motuh, but she does manage intelligible words. "You're... Unreal." A comparatively tiny hand goes to rest on the thumb of his much larger left one squeezing her breast. "I wasn't expecting -anything- like this, tonight. You... You're done, yes? You came? You had to..." She coughs up another batch of preseed. "Right? There's no way you've lasted this long. And it stopped flowing... " She blinks for a moment at him, looking fairly dazed as her vulpine ears twitch, strings of precum joining them at various angles. "I'm not even sure I want to see what you've been stuffing me with. It's got to be monstrous... I had better not find out you were railing me all this time and you weren't even hard, either. Certainly -feel- hard though..." She groans a bit before letting out a high pitched moan as vibrates deep inside her. Well, that's not truthful. His cock isn't deep inside her, it basically is her with how far she's stretched. She rides the vibration, shutting her eyes in delight as she speaks up again, it's faint but it's there. "I think you got... Mmmf. Loki beat, dear. This might just top the time he railed me with four cocks." That's all she manages before he begins to drain her, that thick fluid spewing out from inbetween where her sphincter and his horseflesh meet. But it seems to prefer the path of least resistance, her mouth and nostrils. Quickly releasing this over letting forth a torrent of the thick fluid onto her breasts and slowly deflating stomach, she turns her head to the side to let it out into the puddle below. That weak hand continues to try and pet and grasp his thumb, the appendage probably thick and bigger than an average cock pre P-Day.

Gavin seems to puff up with pride at her many compliments and words of satisfaction and amazement, the heavy rumble only growing as it vibrates along her slowly emptying insides. "Not yet, beautiful... but you won't have to wait too much longer for the finale. You must be getting tired." He seems to be speaking with gentle groans, still clenching those loins to keep the flow of pre tapered off, his chest raising and falling in soft pants. "Maybe after I've blown my load... I'll pull it out and let you cuddle up to the thing that's brought you so very much pleasure? Let you show it how much you love it, hmm? I think it would appreciate that." Before she can answer, though, the gushes of pre washing out from between her spread rumpcheeks to flood against his giant testicles, a moan of depraved delight at the feeling of his nuts being bathed in his own fluids. The sight of that very same fluid splurting from her mouth and nose makes the Clydesdale shiver and groan, unsure of how much longer he can stave of his rut as this all excites him even further. Still pushing with his hand, he leans down and opens his mouth, wrapping his larger lips around hers in a deep, passionate, lewd kiss, slurping down that preseed as it floods from her mouth and into his. The rest still splurts and gurgles from her nose, smearing against his own as it dribbles and drools down her face to join that pool beneath them. His kiss, empassioned for her and all of their depravity, lingers clear until her body has been voided of that cream that he drinks down, slowly pulling away as it clings to their lips and keeps them joined in such carnality. Pulling back enough to finally break those gooey strands, the horse just grins, looking thoroughly pleased with the whole evening. "Now... we've got room..." Hands adjust slightly upon her body, that upon her now less liquid strained belly sliding down to her hip as he leans back to enjoy the view of how speared through she really was. "God, that's sexy... you say I am unreal, but you are the one pierced clear through..." Then, he gives a sudden hump forward, adjusting the angle of his hips so that the flared tip of that massive shaft jumps up and against her skin, distending her even further as he stretches her flesh to incredibly limits. The bulge of him was already visible, but now it's thrusting up and into the air, erotic and absurb all at the same time. It's obvious now, that he plans to fuck her to his own end this time, wanting to hear her moan and wanting the first release of that thick, virile, trueseed to be let loose inside of her body. Powerful, quick thrusts send him into grunts as that shaft pumps in and out of her stretched rumphole, bodies slurping and slurching in the massive puddle of their honey and cream and cum. She bounces a few inches, but his incredibly strong grip upon her breast and hip keep her from sliding too very far in their swimming pool of sexual joys. "Tell me... let me hear you..." It's a grunting command, a gutteral growl as he pounds and fucks and ruts like the animal that he's become, so very unlike his normal self.

Those words. Those. Words. Whatever show of domination the large, muscular equine had, Alayna takes it from him with those words of begging. Those words of need for him. Already huffing and growling from the thrustings that he was giving her abused body, his deep azures finding those jade pools and agonizing bliss back to her, that begging command only pulls a heavier growl, hands clenching tight upon her body. He lifts a leg and pulls himself up, her body bouncing and jostling about as he takes little care for how she's transported until her back is slammed to that still dripping treetrunk behind her. The hand upon her breast pushes her back hard, almost crushing, taking back the dominance in form at least as he so thoroughly pins her to the bark. Still he ruts and thrusts into her used hole, "And still my mareslut needs more? Never sated..." He gives a dark chuckle in between lusty pants and heady growls, grunting each time that the flared head of his dick pops up between her honey-colored breasts. His other hand slips up from her hip to grasp the tree over her shoulder, the thick wood creaking beneath the pressure that the two are giving it, the Clydesdale thumping and pressing firm through the Kitsune's body. He leans in to cut off her words with another kiss, large tongue lashing in and scooping into her mouth, tastings of his pre and the strawberry sweet-tart of her lips, however subtle that was beneath his heavy, virile musk. Pounding and thrusting. He's a jackhammer and seems to have limitless potential for the energy he's expending in this depraved and delightful fuck. However, he pulls back from that kiss to gasp and pant against her lips, moaning while his hand shifts to grasp her shoulder, thick thumb rubbing at the little dip at the base of her throat leading to her cleavage. His grasp is tight, but he doesn't strangle, simply showing authority, his fingers and spread thumb a sort of firm collar for just a moment while he teases that dominance, "My slut... has been such a good cocksleeve... I should reward my sexy little mare, I think... with what she desires." The equine stamps a hoof and then latches his mouth upon hers once more, empassioning that kiss to meet the level of the rest of their tryst, moaning and panting into her lips while his cock pistons away between her backside. It slips inside of her belly and starts to arc back up into her throat, but the horse doesn't care, even seeming to want it to do so as it slowly pumps and retreats, then pumps further upward and retreats once more. Before too much longer, it's sliding into her mouth, his tongue lapping at the flared tip and that large, open cumslit at the head, moaning as he teases himself through her entire body. Then, it isn't just teasing and he is, indeed, shoving his own cocktip into the warm, wet recesses of his own mouth while it pumps through Alayna's entire body. A full circle of this carnal pleasure, this debauched and warped representation of the classic Ouroboros as the equine sucks himself off while thrusting through the kitsune's body sends shivers of wanton delight through him. His heavy sack rests against the tree between the female's spread legs, bouncing against the trunk while he pounds upward. Finally, it might just be too much and he has to pulls his lips away to prepare himself while his loins clench up tight and threaten to release. At the last moment, though, he pulls a devious grin and pulls his thrusting hips down a good foot so that the flared tip pops back into her belly while the hand upon her neck moves up and clasps tight upon her mouth. He leaves her the room to breathe through her nostrils, but then he just grins...

The raven haired kitsune looks to be in absolute rapture as she's pounded ruthlessly by the equine and his glorious shaft, but a giddy expression crosses her face when he huffs, growls, and begins to stand at her behest. There's no two ways about it, she climaxes on the spot. Just as he thought she couldn't get any tighter, couldn't grip that cock any more dearly, her muscles clench ever harder. Her softly padded rump does the same, at the very least it does its best considering hos spread it is. Her enter body tenses with upcoming eruption of pleasure, cunny spraying its juices against the exposed underside of his massive horse-shaft and against his testicles below. Seeing the definition of those muscles beneath that short fur. The size, the tensing of them, the pure masculinity that they exude. The sheer power, the vigor, the virility that they imply. It's all just so much for her eyes to take at once. If she were to blinded, and the sight of the equine's potent muscles shifting beneath his hide, the sight of those heavy, thumping veins pulsing beneath his skin was her last sight? She would be in bliss. All to soon the show seems to end for her as she's slammed against the tree, an almost mad giggle erupting from her lips followed by a moan as he continues to pound her. She breaths deep, taking in his musky aroma and she continues to watch his physique tense, flex, and clench as he pounds away and dominates her against the tree she not so long ago was sitting beside with her son. She has no response to his words beyond a pleased moan, one that is quickly cut off by his equine lips. Her eyes shut in ecstasy as her ears twitch to the sound of the tree creaking from the stud's ministrations. It's unreal to her. Something so massive, so strong, and it's almost ripping this tree from the ground just by fucking her against it. It's as if she was being railed by her precious Inari itself there's so much glee beaming off of her. It's a second wind, her tails quickly getting back to work and instead of trying to cut off the flow of his preseed, they encourage it. They squirm for a moment but stop as he breaks the kiss and her eyebrows shoot up. She looks down at the encroaching thumb. Its sheer size baffling her to the point where she barely notices it bearing down on her, barely. She does though, a worried glance going to the equine as he speaks. She manages a little nod. "Will you make me your mare?" She questions, her tone soft and quiet as she forces the words out. The hoof slamming to the ground causes her head to bow in submission but her lips are quick to be claimed once more by his own. She returns the passion with energy and desire almost, if not exactly, equal to his. Her smaller tongue trying to dance with his larger, but most likely easily dominated by the larger, equine one. She tries though, nibbling, kissing, and biting on his lips with untold desire. Her tails squirm once more, three going to his testicles to tickle and caress them with her feet. Three slip behind him to invade and pump his rump. Two slip into her own, slavering cunny, and a final slides around his waist affectionately, softly caressing him. Back up above, her eyebrows shoot up once more as he performs true autofellatio on himself -through- her. Just when she thought it couldn't get any more surreal, her mind is blown once more and another orgasm rippled through her shaking body, pussy clenching around those 'invading' tails of hers. Her tongue does its best to tickle the underside of that fat horsecock as it slides out of her mouth and into his, but she's certain that it isn't giving much of any sensation considering the size. The muscles of her throat do their best to give him what pleasure they can offer, providing something of a double blow-job for him. She whimpers around his horeshaft when he pulls his lips away, trying to pout in disappointment but finding it hard when so stuff. It's then that he begins to pull that shaft out of her mouth and throat, her entire body giving a few final throbs with his cock before he rests it in her belly once more with a good portion of it out in the breeze. That tail that she had wrapped around his waist quickly goes to slip around the exposed length and pump it affectionately, not wishing any part of her stud's mighty cock to be unpleased. She looks in his eyes when he grins and covers her mouth, the large hand easily covering such a small orifice. She sniffs in his musky scent, watches his muscles ripple, and blinks. She looks almost... Content. At peace. It's beautiful.

Gavin cannot help but give pause when she basks in that contentment, that peace, that beauty, such a stark contrast to the scene that has unfolded around them. The ocean of her breastmilk, his preseed, her feminine nectars beneath them, that white-wash of fluids behind her back, still drooling lewdly down the crackling treebark, the very evidence of her body so strained around his. In this one moment of pleasure, something that would seem to be so for him, the use of her body as his plaything for his own depravities... in this moment, it was all really just for her. That question, "Will you make me your mare?" It shudders deep in his belly, rings in the back of his mind, shaking his very core more than any of these physical pleasures have. The fingers upon her mouth shudder just a moment, his grin falters with feeling for her, softening to desire and love and fondness for a brief moment. The giant of an equine grunts and clenches his loins once more, his hot breath coming out as a snort across her almond skin as his hand slips away for just long enough to press his lips to her soft pillows, yet again. It is tender and gentle, wanting to bask in that feeling of peace with her for just a moment before his sense is stolen by the need to climax. He lingers for a moment longer and then gasps into her mouth hotly as his testicles lift a few inches from the ground, tightening up against their thighs as he can hold off no more. The hand grasping the tree suddenly clenches tight, fingers breaking through the bark and wood to splinter it in the grip of his palm. Before he can replace the hand to her mouth, there is a sudden lurch of his spire of breeding meat, the giant spear of it pulsing and throbbing massively as a sudden firehose gout of thick, virile, sperm-ladden cum ejects into her waiting belly. The effect upon that pocket of flesh is almost comical, her skin lurching up lewdly, stretching in the outline of that heavy, gut-wrenching release as it quickly expands and bloats her stomach yet again. The weight of this compared to the pre from before is incredible, the thicker seed weighing her belly down quickly and causing it to expand and plump up against the Clydesdale's chiseled abs. That first ejaculation isn't his last, for sure, a second and then a third quickly following as the head of his flared cock jerks around inside of her body with each one. The power of those loins is mind-blowing, spraying the fluid no longer into her stomach, but up her throat, brutally forcing it's way past any barriers in the same fashion that his cock had been doing just moments before. The third release is certain to force Alayna's mouth open, splurting and drooling the thick mess from her lips and nostrils and against the horse's own face before he can react. His hand clamps down upon those wonderful lips, so slicked with seed that he can barely keep hold while it squirms and squeezes between his thick fingers to coat his hand. More and more and more, fourth, fifth, sixth pumps, his cock lurching with each one, his balls clenching and rolling up between her spread thighs as loins spasm and project that semen in with the force of a cannon. Gavin's bright blue eyes roll gently with this release, but he does his best to keep his gaze locked with hers, conveying the pleasure of it, the depravity, the gratitude, the tenderness... it's all there in that gaze while he forces her to keep as much of that reward of hers inside as she possibly can. Still she swells, feeling it forced from her stretched tailhole as fast as it can until the domineering male is worried that she might indeed pop. He has been abusing her body and she has been remarkably resilient, but he didn't want to take too many more chances. So, he lets his fingers slip free from her lips, moaning gently for her, just for her as he continues to pump more and more of that sticky, gooey, slimy cum into her bloated, burdgeoned belly.