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19.

Dimitri watched me get dressed. It was both distracting and comforting. On the one hand, the tiger had just forbid me from cumming without his permission. On the other hand, just being around him made me feel untouchable, in a good way.

I groaned as I slid my pants up. My dick was so sensitive even the brush of the coarse fabric brought a twitch. I wanted to glare at the tiger, just to let him know I didn't like this new game he was playing. But I wasn't about to do anything that would hurt my chances of getting relief after the teasing I endured. I was going to be on my best behavior.

"Sir?" I said while tugging my shoes back on.

"What?"

"I just wanted to say thank you. For protecting me from Piter and being so nice to me." More truth than not.

Dimitri got off his bunk and brush my hair back. "You're having fun, pet?"

"Yes, sir." Almost true. I could feel my stretched hole tingling from his thick finger. God, I wanted release. He nodded in approval and led the way back to the common area.

Sanders whistled loudly at our approach. More than a few furs knew what we'd been up to. I ducked my head and blushed. Styen turned around, grinning at Dimitri. Dimitri was not at all embarrassed. I glanced at the few wolves who were still at the Pack's table with a twinge of envy. Even with Vince effectively cutting off their supply of free sex, if it got too bad at least they could jerk off, which a few of them did after watching me and Jake kissing.

Jake was playing checkers with Styen now. I looked at the fox for a moment before noticing what was different. His lips. The fucker had gotten hold of a chocolate bar! I tried not to let my disappointment show as I stood next to the table.

"Catch," Sanders called out

I looked up to see the lion tossing another chocolate bar at me. I was so surprised I nearly fumbled it but managed to keep hold of the candy. I looked from the bar to Sanders and back again.

"That kiss," he grinned, "it, uh, it's given me a lot to think about."

Styen looked up from his game. "I'm gonna think about it twice tonight."

I beamed with a sense of pride, then remembered my place. "Sir, can I keep it?" I asked Dimitri.

The tiger shrugged. "If he thinks it was worth a candy bar."

My tail swished. "Thank you, sir! Thank you, Sanders!" Dimitri motioned me onto his lap, turning to watch the wall mounted television. I leaned against him, his cock pressed against my ass. That cock was just in my mouth, I thought to myself. I could still taste him and moaned softly.

"You say something, pet?" Dimitri whispered in my ear. His arm slid around me, his hand resting on my stomach.

"N-no, sir. Just thinking out loud. Sorry." His hand started rubbing my belly. If his plan was to drive me insane with lust, he was on the right path. He nipped my ear. I yelped in surprise.

Dimitri laughed and his hand settled down. Soon after I was able to distract myself enough to get my cock to settle down. I stared intently at the television. A harmless sitcom about a working class raccoon that won the lottery and moved his family into an upscale neighborhood. Hijinx ensue. I stared at it for awhile and wondered what it was that Dimitri saw in it.

My interest waned and I looked over at the checkers match. By my count, Jake was beating Styen. Jake... my mind drifted to that kiss. Fuck! "Sir," I tilted my head back to look at Dimitri. "Can you do that thing? You know, where you recite the show's script?" He'd done it once before and it was really cool.

"Why?"

Because it might keep my mind off sex. "It's impressive. I wish I could memorize stuff as easy as you can." My puppy-dog eyes were brought to bear.

Dimitri's fingers drummed below my navel as he considered my request. He sighed and without looking up from my eyes he started talking. "I resent the implication that I went through your trash... It's not an implication, honey, he saw the couch he threw out, in our living room."

I smiled from ear to ear. Dimitri even changed his voice a little when different characters spoke, but even for the female ones, it never got higher than a deep rumble. That actually made the show funnier. I think I did a good job of providing a laugh track. The commercial breaks were real torture. I could feel his hot breath on the top of my head and occasionally his wandering hands would take a break from feeling me up to search out the ticklish spots on my side.

My squirming and manic giggling did nothing to stop the tiger, but it did entertain the felines. Jake would conspicuously ignore me except for a few glances that made me think he wanted to tell me to shut up.

The show ended. "I'm not singing the credits," Dimitri said.

"Aww," I pouted, looking up at him.

Styen swore loudly. "Is there one fur in this shithole I can beat in checkers?" Jake glowed with an expression of pride. It sat awkwardly on the fox's face, it was an expression I could tell he rarely had occasion to use. Styen congratulated Jake, making his red fur burn brighter. "I'll go get your winnings," he said with a shake of his head.

Jake's eyes widened with sudden worry. He turned to Dimitri, keeping his head angled at the floor. "Dimitri," his voice almost a whisper, "do I have your permission?"

"What was the bet?"

Jake froze up, but Styen took pity and told the tiger. "I bet him a cup of hot cocoa against a blowjob. I would have checked with you first, but you were busy," he said with a wink. Styen and his cellie had a hotplate and a few cocoa packets the bought from the commissary.

"Yeah. Go ahead." Dimitri shrugged and I felt his tight mounds of muscle ripple against my back.

I whimpered. After bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopping before I was allowed to finish, he'd managed to take advantage of every opportunity to keep me excited. The next show started and I cocked my head to look at Dimitri.

"Don't know this one. It's a new episode."

I frowned, not because Dimitri wouldn't be doing his trick, but out of guilt. He'd barely gotten a chance to try out his new headphones in his cell and here he was, standing up to Piter on my behalf. "Sir, if you want, we could go back to the cell so you can listen with your new headphones."

He ran a hand over my chest, the simple contact making my nipples stiffen. "That's ok, pet. I can always catch it in reruns."

I smiled to myself, even if it delayed any chance of me cumming before I lost my mind, it really was nice to be put above a tv show. I squinted at the tiny black box that scrolled along the bottom of the screen. If I really tried I could just make out the closed captioning. Quietly, and self consciously, I started read aloud.

"Good news, honey, my mother in law is coming to spend the weekend. Despairing wail. Why? We just saw her three years ago-"

"What are you doing, pet?"

I blinked and looked up at Dimitri. "If I squint really hard, I can kinda read the closed captioning. I, I can try doing the voices if you want, sir."

Dimitri seemed to be struggling to process my reciprocated kindness. He settled on poking a finger just under my ribs, causing me to almost fall off his lap with a laugh. "Good boy," he grunted.

I smiled sharply. "Now stop tickling me so I can focus, sir."

Styen returned to the table, walking slow and carrying a tin cup. "Enjoy, Jake. See if you can guess how many time I spit in it," he said with a laugh. Sanders gave him a look, prompting him to clarify. "Joking, Jake. Probably," he said under his breath.

Jake extended his hands, taking a tentative hold of the cup, like he wasn't sure it was real. "Thank you," he said quietly before pulling the hot cocoa to his chest, guarding it like a fur lost in the desert would guard his canteen. I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye while I narrated the sitcom to Dimitri. Jake took small, quick sips, savoring every taste. If he wasn't staring daggers at me every time he thought no one was watching, I might have found it cute.

Styen and Sanders played a couple games while Jake drank his cocoa. They tried getting the red fox to join in their conversation, but they were having as much luck as anyone else had with the quiet fur. Despite splitting my attention between three things, my mind would always wander south. And Dimitri's warm body and occasional caressing did not help.

"Regal, you wanna play me again?" Sanders offered.

"He's fine," Dimitri answered for me. "Don't want to wear him out. Right, pet?"

"Anything you say, sir." I wasn't paying attention, my brain kept shouting at me, horny!

"I'll play you." Everyone's attention turned to Jake. He seemed to shrink under the scrutiny. "If you want."

Sanders smiled. "I only have one candy bar left, and that's hardly worth a blowjob."

"It won't be a good one," Jake quipped.

Sanders found that hysterical. "Dimitri, you ok with this?"

Dimitri shrugged. "Fine."

I bit my tongue, afraid I lacked the control not to ask why the fuck Dimitri wasn't keeping Jake on as short a leash as me!

***

My fur was damp and bristling. My breath came in short gasps and my fingers dug into the table.

"Don't do it," Dimitri growled in my ear.

We were still at the table, and apparently Jake and Sanders were still dueling it out on the checkered field. I couldn't say how long it had been going on, since shifting to watch the game put our legs in the semi-concealment of the table. The tiger was determined to push me over the edge.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Don'tdoitdon'tdoitdon'tdoit!

It was an unending torture, his big hand kneading my hard cock until I could feel the spreading wetness of my precum slicking the front of my pants.

"You don't want to know how I'll punish my pet if he disobeys." I felt his hand move to cup my balls, slowly starting to tighten.

"Please-" I started to whine before he sharply shushed me.

"Don't interrupt their game, pet."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for as long as I could, and repeating. I lost count of how many times I did that until Dimitri let go.

"Such a good pup," he cooed in my ear before wiping his hand in my hair. I stayed tense, waiting for him to tease me again. "Relax," he whispered, "you did good."

I stayed quiet the rest of the evening, my jaw clenched in unspoken indignation. I didn't even care who won the checkers match.

***

I stumbled into the cell behind Dimitri. I was a mess. My mind pulled in every direction, I was angry, I was tired, I was horny as hell. Before the tiger turned around, I sank to my knees, praying for release, but expecting more torment. I couldn't resist anymore.

Dimitri reclined on his bunk, smiling at my submission. "Has my pet been good tonight?"

"Yes, sir. But I guess it's up to you to say if I was."

"Good answer," he raised an eyebrow. "You wanna get off?"

"Yes, sir."

"What makes you think you deserve to?"

I whimpered. There was no right answer. "I don't, sir, but you were so nice to me when you scared Piter away, m-maybe you're willing to let your pathetic pet have one more favor? Please?"

Dimitri crooked his finger and motioned me closer. Like a moth to a flame I scrambled to him on my knees, placing my chin on his knee. My hand rubbed along the inside of his thigh.

"You must really need a release, don't you, pet?"

"So badly, sir!" I whined. In the privacy of our cell I wasn't concerned with appearances. When Dimitri wanted a pet, I would play the part. It was a matter of survival depending on his mood.

"Show me how bad you want it." He pushed me back and kicked off his shoes.

I immediately knew what he wanted and bowed my head only to just miss getting kicked as he brought up his paw and pressed it to my chest.

"Kiss it like you did Jake," he growled at me.

With a resigned whimper I tried to obey. Holding his paw up to my face I closed my eyes. Dimitri flicked his foot hard enough to make me yelp when it hit my nose.

"Keep your eyes open, pet. I want you to see what your doing."

I did. Staring at the tiger's toes while giving the sole of his foot a long sucking kiss began to rob me of any hope that things would get better now that Piter was kept at bay. I poked my unwilling tongue past my lips, lapping along the rough pads. My soul crushing display of submission earned me the attention of his other paw. He slipped it between my legs, wiggling it until I spread wide enough, then began brushing it against my aching cock. I moaned into his foot as the contact with my already sensitive stick brought me to full attention in no time.

"I'm not going to let to let you touch yourself, pet. But if you beg me, I'll let you hump the paw you're so fond of."

I plug a howl of desperation with another kiss planted on his paw. Pulling away with a smacking sound, I looked up at Dimitri. His face was a picture of smug condescension. "Please, sir. I feel like I'm going to explode. I swear I'll never touch myself without you telling me I can, just please, please let me cum."

Dimitri nodded. I didn't wait for him to change his mind, grinding against his paw like a feral rabbit in heat. My face flushed with a cocktail of endorphins and embarrassment, my thrusting paused only long enough to unzip my fly. I moaned as my flesh made contact with his. His paw was warm and wet from my attentions and it was at an awkward angle, but it was so welcoming after the eternity of teasing he'd put me through.

I would have been happy had Dimitri told me I could hump a cactus, but when I slipped my cock between those huge toes, I would have sworn it was the greatest orgasm I had ever had. Admittedly it was not my finest hour when I shot ropey strands of fox jizz over Dimitri's ankle, shrieking out how grateful I was for his paw and how unworthy I was. But I like to think I wasn't in my right frame of mind after the ordeal I'd been through that evening.

***

We were locked in for the night. I curled around my pillow, squeezing it and waiting for sleep. Dimitri's voice startled me.

"Did you have fun tonight, my pet?"

My mind was clear now, and the darkness made me braver than I would have otherwise been. "No, sir."

There was silence. I squeezed my pillow tighter. "You didn't?" he asked.

"I was having a great time at first, but then you..." I sighed. "I thought I'd been good. I always listen to you. I thought we were really getting along!" My chest tightened. Betrayal. That's what I felt.

"You have been good. Didn't I just get done telling you that?"

"I spent half the night going out of my fucking mind with fear and lust! I'm not strong. What would have happened if I came when you jerked me off?" I heard Dimitri shift on his bunk and froze.

"You really didn't like that?" he asked in disbelief. I let my silence speak for me. He seemed to think things over for a time. "I guess I just wanted to remind you... After the way you made out with Jake..."

He was jealous. I looked beyond my rage, I tried to put myself in his place. Being locked away in solitary for what amounted to years. Unable to trust living with another fur. Chancing the closest thing to a relationship I'd had in a long time by seeing my cellmate as a pet, then seeing that pet slobbering over some other fur. I think I understood. It didn't make it right, but I think I understood. Damn my empathy.

"Couldn't you just tell me when I start to do something wrong?"

"It wasn't wrong. I told you I liked watching you..." the tiger was putting two and two together. I wanted him to see why he was wrong. "Goddamn it. I wouldn't have really hurt you, I just like seeing you be loyal to me." He went quiet again, then, "It wasn't fun for you at all?"

"It was fun spending time with you. I love how you scared off Piter. And I liked the sex. If you just told me not to be afraid, or what I had to do to fix things after that stupid bet, it would have been perfect."

"I'm not a fucking mind reader. You need to tell me when I'm scaring you," Dimitri grumbled.

I would have told him he was beginning too right now, but some how it was starting to seem like it was my fault. "I'm sorry, sir."

I heard Dimitri shift again in his bunk, laying back again. "It's ok."

"Sir?"

"Pet?"

"Does this mean I can jack off?"

Dimitri laughed warmly. "No. I think I like you asking permission. But, I promise I won't be strict about it."

Damn it!

I was at the edge of sleep again when Dimitri spoke. "Good night, Regal."

After taking a second to question if I'd really heard that, I said, "good night, sir." I grinned like a fool in the dim light, sure now that I wasn't going to have another terrifying dream this night.

***

Morning.

I can count the number of times I've wanted to jerk off since coming to prison on one well rested hand. But it is amazing how once you're told you can't do something it becomes so tempting. I groaned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes until I could see the tent I'd pitched. Dimitri's rhythmic breathing told me he was still asleep. I sighed and listened again. Still nothing. I sighed louder, craning my head to see if Dimitri stirred... he did not.

I slunk over to the side of his bunk and peered at his sleeping face. Hard to believe he was so terrifying sometimes. I felt around under his bunk to find his shoes before he woke up. Last night seemed like a tipping point. If I could work around his temper issues, and be extra good, and if Dimitri could just be a little forgiving, then maybe I could hope for more than just survival. He used my name last night, I thought with smile.

If I could get him to see me as a fellow fur, and help him to relearn how to interact...

Dimitri's whiskers twitched. I took a deep breath before griping Dimitri's well worn shoes between my teeth and bending my arms to look like dog begging.

Dimitri's eyes cracked open, he twitched at the sight of me. "What the..." he trailed off before opening his eyes more.

"Norning, nir!" I said through clenched teeth, trying to avoid breathing in through my nose.

It was too early to expect a laugh, but Dimitri did take his shoes and stroke the side of my face. "The morning bell sound already?"

"No, sir. I just woke up early."

The tiger grunted as he sat up and pulled on his shoes. Noticing I hadn't scuttled out of his way yet, he reached out and scratched behind my ear. He leaned back against the cell wall and patted the mattress. I hopped up there, enjoying the warm softness as I sat cross legged looking at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I hummed. He narrowed his eyes but the hint of a smile took away any menace it might have otherwise held. "I was just thinking about something, sir." The tiger yawned, almost sounding like a roar that would have woken any light sleepers in the neighboring cells. "I really want you to know how much it means to me, you protecting me from Piter."

Dimitri broke eye contact, he was out of practice dealing with genuine gratitude. "Well, the dog needs to learn to keep his paws off my property."

He couldn't scare me off as easily as he once did. "Then thank you for letting me be your property. I still want you to know how happy I am."

Dimitri snorted. "If I wanted someone to kiss my ass, I'd get Jake to do it." I smiled, not saying anything. I wanted him to realise the tiny kernel of affection he was starting to feel towards me. Unfortunately, the klaxon soon sounded and we had to get ready for breakfast.

***

I held my head high as I followed in Dimitri's crowd-parting wake. It felt like anything was possible. I looked over at Jake and wondered if I could figure out a way to stop him from shifting his anger to me.

Dimitri stopped at the chow line, he push me and Jake in front of him. I guess I did have a habit of lagging behind and it would probably be dangerous to do that now that Piter and Dimitri were butting heads. I kept trying to see through the crowd, watching for any of the canines that looked like they wanted to kill me, but I was too short and it would have been impossible to sort out who specifically wanted to kill me, and who just wanted to kill in general.

I'd managed to move almost the entire length of the line without noticing what I was getting but when a ram, who should have been wearing a hairnet, scooped a serving of fruit salad onto my tray my ears twitched.

"Hey, could I have another scoop, please?" I asked.

"Nope," the ram said.

"What if I put back..." I looked at my food, "this cornbread?"

"No. Now, fuck off. You're holding up the line."

The ram was being unreasonable. "Dude, half a scoop?"

"Fuck off!"

Before I could properly respond, a large tiger paw ushered me along. If this turned out to be my last meal, I was sorely disappointed.

There was a wolf loitering near the end of the queue. My muscles tensed in preparation to run.The moment he saw Dimitri he waved a folded note and I sighed in relief.

At our table Dimitri flung the note at me. I opened it to Vince's unique scrawl. Damn it. I was going to have to make this a working breakfast. "Vince says me and Jake have jobs. He has to blow a hedgehog, and I... have to let a guard fuck me."

"Which guard?" Dimitri asked

I looked at Vince's note. "He's either a salmon or a stallion, named Tront."

Dimitri nodded. "He was watching the Block yesterday."

I tried to remember what the guard looked like. "Is he... alright?"

Dimitri shrugged. "Don't worry, pet, I'll talk to him."

His words were enough to put me at ease. I began separating my soggy fruit salad, arranging the not quite rotten fruit into little clumps so I could eat them in order of deliciousness. I poked my fork into a cube of honeydew melon just as Jake spoke.

"Does it say who the hedgehog is?" he asked quietly.

I chided myself for being selfish. Not a good start to smoothing things over with my... coworker.

"Sorry, Jake, I was a little surprised that the guards are screwing inmates. Sounds unethical to me, I mean, more so than usual, what with the conflict of intres-"

"A name, pup," Dimitri said firmly.

"Sorry," I mumbled and read the note again. "Edward." I looked at Jake and Dimitri looking for any signs they knew him.

"Must be a new guy," Dimitri said.

I waited for the tiger to say something comforting to Jake, but when nothing came I gave it a shot. "Vince checks out all the clients before he does business, so I'm sure the hedgehog is cool." Jake glared at me until my ears flattened and I went back to my melon cubes.

Not long after, I saw a tall stallion, light gray fur with a white diamond patch running across his muzzle, enter the cafeteria. I pointed and Dimitri turned on his bench. The horse had an athletic build from what I could guess at under his uniform. I kept my head down letting Dimitri handle this.

The stallion ran a hand over the fauxhawk hairstyle his species was partial too. "Dimitri. Hi, I'm Tront, uh, I was told that I should see you about an inmate, Ellie," he looked at me. Obviously Vince gave him enough of a description for him to recognize me.

Dimitri looked at the horse. "Arthur Tront, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to remember that name." I heard the stallion swallow. "I expect my pet returned in the same condition you find him in."

I looked up at mention of me and gave a crooked smile. Even the guards who'd been here for awhile and learned to tune out the daily barrage of threats found Dimitri's hard to ignore.

"Yeah. You want me to drop him off back here or take him to your cell when we're done?"

Dimitri glanced over his shoulder. "You can see he's not done with his breakfast."

"Ok. I'll bring him back here."

Dimitri let the silence stretch a beat longer than was comfortable. "He can go, if he wants." And he turned back to his food. Tront looked at me expectantly. Before I got up, Dimitri looked at me with his approximation of a smile. "Our new rule still applies."

***

I was holding a clipboard. Tront said would cut down on any suspicions if I looked like a trustee. The cacophony of noise faded as I followed the bobbing horse tail. "I saw you last night," I said to break the silence. "You must be pretty dedicated to be in this early, sir"

Tront gave a sharp laugh. "Yeah fuckin' right! I've been pulling double shifts all damn month. I only had four hours off before starting this morning. I slept in my damn car because with the commute, it's like, fuck it."

I debated telling him I had to sleep on the floor since coming here, but I didn't want a stallion that big to think I was trying to one up him. "I'm sorry."

Tront jerked his head, shifting loose hair from his eyes. "This is the first time I've done anything like this," he confessed. "Four years workin' here and it's only gotten worse. I try to play by the rules, y'know, but after the shit week I've been having, fuck it,"

"Oh," I said sympathetically.

"Yeah. 'Oh.'"

I recognized where I was now. The administrative wing, where I met with my lawyer. Tront started wiggling door handles. One clicked open. I followed the tall fur inside, briefly wondering if this was the same sparse room I was in before. Small world. I walked over to the empty table and chairs, Tront watched me. It was sad to think I was more experienced than him when it came to fucking in this hell.

I tossed my shirt onto the table. A lot of the furs I've serviced liked to touch me. I motioned him to me and hopped up on the table, putting me close to eye level when he sat in the chair. He leaned back, looking around the empty room guiltily. "May I?" he gazed at my chest.

"Yes, sir."

I shuddered as his fingers traced where my pecs would be if I had any definition. Tront scooted his chair closer, settling between my legs. "Oh, I deserve this," he whispered to himself.

I moaned as the stallions hands moved south, unfastening my pants. I cursed Dimitri and his stupid no cumming rule as I started getting hard.

"Someone's an eager slut," he said in what he thought was a seductive tone.

"C-can I see you?" I looked at his crotch starting to bulge.

Tront stood, sending his chair skidding across the room with a clatter. His nostrils flared as he fumbled less gracefully with his own pants.

I slid out of mine. Suddenly I gasped. The stallion was huge. I don't know why, but I assumed with him being slim, his cock would match his body type.

"What?"

"I, I don't think it'll fit! " I looked him up and down.

"We'll make it fit," he sounded annoyed.

"I'm really not sure if I can do this." My plan to make nice with this guard was falling apart. Tront leaned forward, an angry snort blasting me with hot stallion breath. "I, I'll try, but you have to stop it if hurts too much. Ok?" I pleaded.

"Yeah," Tront dripped with sarcasm. He spun me around and pushed me over the cold table. I whimpered and my tail instinctively tucked between my legs.

"Do you have any lube or something?" I asked.

Tront pull my tail away. I heard him hack up some phlegm. His hand slapped along my crack, making me feel disgusted as my hole was smeared with hot spit. The stallion poked a finger into me. So much smaller than Dimitri's. My jaw clenched and he added another finger.

"More spit!" I whined as the burning started.

Tront sighed, but he did take his fingers out to spit on them again. "Turn around and lay on your back. I think I can make it hurt less that way." My legs were shaking but I obeyed. Tront lifted me up and put me on the table, his fingers stretching me again. His other hand came forward and he rubbed a thumb under my eye.

Damn it all, I was crying.

Tront looked up. "I'm going to hell," he muttered. "Ellie. I'll go slow, alright. Just lie back, spread you legs and don't fight it."

I sniffled and nodded. Tront hooked my legs over his arms and I sprawled on the table looking up at the florescent light. I could feel his massive horse cock pushing against me, entering slow. I tried to moan, to pretend I wasn't afraid he was going to rip something in me, but all that came out was strangled mewling. Tront pulled back, leaving just his head in me. Tront flared his nostrils and snorted before pushing deeper into me.

"OhGodOhGodOhGod!" I closed my eyes, trying to feel how deep he was filling me. Tront pulled my hips up to a steeper angle, drawing back for a deeper thrust. I wished I had something to bite down on. Tront grunted and I shrieked. Blinding pain speckled my vision.

"Don't clench," the stallion huffed. "Just be calm. Breath deep."

Easy for him to say! Tront took his time, moving in and out, always deeper and longer than the thrust before. Sharp pain faded to a warm ache. My stomach was cramping. I couldn't take him for much longer. "Fuck me," I hissed.

Tront said something, but I couldn't hear him over my thudding heart. Suddenly a piston of stallion meat began stabbing back and forth into my lower abdomen. Tront leaned over me, rutting my ass like an angry feral. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened in a soundless scream.

I felt him shoot his load, filling me deeper and more fully than anything I'd ever experienced. The longer Tront stayed in me, the less it hurt. The painting stallion let go of my legs and started to back out. I locked my legs around his waist, whining, "no! Not yet."

Tront chuckled and collapsed on top of me. "I knew you could take it," I heard him say as I fought a losing battle against exhaustion to stay awake.