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The AdvAnTAGE Project: The Starlet And Her Welcomed Lover

By Mantrid Brizon

(06/18/2021)

Rocking back and forth, her head slowly rolls away from the satin pillow, which slides across the equally slick, satin bedsheets. Already near the edge, her long, dark chocolate colored hair cascades over the side as her head tilts back, supported near the base of her skull by the far corner of her bed. Her big, dark brown eyes stare at her pastel red wall, her eyelids fluttering. Oh, what pleasure she feels as his exceptional manhood ravages her taut loins. He spreads her womanhood and rubs her love tunnel in ways she never thought possible.

“Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!” She cries out with each of his powerful thrusts.

“Nngf-rrrr-hhnng-rrrr!” He alternatively grunts and snarls.

With her head bobbing, her vision blurs. She sees a shadow move across the wall. Shifting her brown orbs, she watches the large and powerful hand of her lover as it reaches behind her head. Grabbing onto the back of her head, he lifts and then pulls, forcing her to crane her neck and watch. He likes making her witness what he’s doing to her.

“Ahh-ahh! Oh, you fucking, nngf, beast! AHH!” She exclaims, wracked with pleasure.

Her lover flashes a sinister grin, before leaning in and demanding a kiss. Their tongues entwine as she whimpers into his mouth, only to wince and turn her head away.

"AHH-FUUUCK!" She squeals, orgasming for the second time.

The hot, clear fluid spews from her trembling pussy, splashing his large manhood, which is still hard at work, and cascading over his big, full balls. Rarely does he fail to make her squirt, consistently giving her several orgasms per session. She may yet have a few more, as good as he is. Still holding up her head, her lover once again makes her turn and watch. She must bear witness to the big, bulky and exotic penis as it obliterates her tight, human vagina. The fox-like AdvAnimal snarls as he pounds her quivering flesh harder and faster with his swollen organ, feeding her womanhood the very thing she never thought she’d enjoy.

She knows what’s about to happen and craves it. It’s all she can do to keep from convulsing with pure pleasure, nearly ready to cum again from the mere thought of her lover shoving his engorged knot into her little pussy and blowing his load deep inside of her taut loins. Nothing feels better than having her uterus awash with his potent semen, a testament to his raw power, his superiority over every human lover from her past. How did this happen? How did she come to this? It wasn’t all that long ago that she was revolted at the thought of AdvAnimals even existing, let alone humans and AdvAnimals engaging in such carnal passion. Now?

“AHH-YEAH! KNOT ME! AHH-GOD! FILL ME! NNGF-NNGF-NNNHHHH-AHH! FILL ME UP! AHH-YEAH! CUM IN MY LITTLE PUSSY, BABY! NNNNYAAAHHH!!!”

Her lover doesn’t disappoint. Taking his hand away from her head, he straightens his back and rises up, something he often does when he’s nearly finished with her. Rarely does he envelope her with his body, holding her lovingly and cuddling with her. He’s far too carnal for that. Placing his clawed hands on her slender hips, he gives her a yank, drawing her away from the edge of the bed, which they’d slowly wriggled toward over the course of their session. She squeals and giggles, only to gasp as he stuffs even more of his already substantial manhood into her little pussy.

Her taut nether lips quiver as his tapering penis, girthy at the flared but pointed tip, but truly fat near the middle and lower sections of his shaft, is stuffed deeply into her body. The roughly nine-inch-long and somewhat dog-like penis causes a sharp jolt of pleasure to race up her spine, causing her to gasp and throw her head back. She tilts it down, looking past her ample and perky 36D cup breasts, which jiggle and sway with his hard thrusts, focusing instead on his impressive manhood. The bright pink colored penis is already so visually appealing to see, pressed against her light brown pussy lips, but the sheer size and shape of the AdvAnimal’s big dick is one hundred times more pleasurable.

The fact that he knows how to use it is even better. Oh, how lucky she is! With a firm push, he forces her nether lips, soaked with her lubricating juices, to spread wider and wider. His penis is already quite long, about seven-and-a-half inches from the tip to the knot, and fatter than three of her fingers pressed together, but the knot is even bigger. At about an inch and a half long and as fat as the gap betwixt her legs, when she’s standing, it’s all she can do to keep from screaming as he shoves it in. Though he’s always a beast when he fucks her, working her pussy hard and fast, pounding her little cunt like it’s his last day on Earth, this part is always more gentle, more careful. He shoves hard but moves slowly, even methodically. Sscchhlllop!

“NnnnnnnNNNNNNYAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Her wincing eyes shoot open as she throws her head back yet again, screaming at the top of her lungs as she feels the entirety of his manhood now stuffed within her. She’s been knotted. Catapulted clear over the precipice of her pleasure, her pussy clamps down on his member, throbbing over every millimeter of his rock-hard phallus. She can feel every curve, every bulge and even every vein. Never has her womanhood ever felt so full, and it’s truly wonderful. Now locked into place, he gives her a few gentle thrusts, still trying to use his manhood, which remains embedded within her loins.

It’s such a remarkable and satisfying feeling, unable to escape from him, rubbing his big dick all over with her tight, hot, dripping wet and quivering pussy. It’s just as good for him, too. Her womanhood convulses in such a way, it’s like a thousand tongues all licking his penis at once and not leaving a single centimeter untouched. Unable to hold back, he grits his teeth and snarls. Gripping tightly to her own, ample breasts, she smooshes them together as she peers down at him, watching. She loves to see the look on his face when he finishes inside of her, shooting his huge load into her uterus as if he owned it. He might as well.

His large balls, each roughly the size of a chicken’s egg, pulls a little closer to his body as he finally lets her have it. Jet after powerful jet flows through his rock-hard cock and past her cervix as if it wasn’t even there. The hot, gooey, life-giving substance floods her womanhood, coating her uterine walls and racing through her fallopian tubes. It’s all she needs to endure the untold depths of pleasure. Her entire body shivers and shakes as her eyes roll back in her head. The young starlet can barely remain conscious as the endorphin rush sends her into a near-coma. Oh, what pleasure she has, being used by this AdvAnimal as though she were nothing more than his human concubine.

Finally finished with her, the strong, very athletic and somewhat muscular AdvAnimal leans over and braces himself with his clawed hands, which rest just over her slender shoulders. With her spindly arms reaching up, she weakly latches onto his furry body, which is damp and musky from their combined sweat. It’s a hard scent to place, and if a human smelled like this, she might find it quite revolting. Somehow, smelling his chest as she pulls at him, she’s in utter bliss. Bending his elbows and stretching out his legs, her lover wraps his arms around her back and perches himself on his forearms and knees. It keeps much of his body weight off of her, while allowing them to cuddle.

Considering that his knot will keep them fused together for the next minute or two, she’s thankful for his consideration. He could always yank it out, of course, but after the first time they had sex, she whimpered and complained. It’s always more fun going in than it is coming out, for whatever reason. Perhaps her little pussy is tender after such a hard fucking? Luckily for her, Marcus is not such a beast as to ignore her minor requests. Nuzzling his chest, she coos and giggles. After so many moths, she still can’t get over this turn of events. Though she was appalled and furious when it first began, now she’s grateful for it, even more than she’s grateful for her acting career and the luxurious life it’s given her.

“A meeting? What for?”

Holding her cell phone to her ear, the twenty-three-year-old Anna-Maria Villa-Gonzalez speaks to her Agent, Gregory. An olive-skinned brunette of Mexican descent, the budding Chicana actress is a voluptuous and rather busty, five-foot-four, and one-hundred-and-ten-pound woman, who’s well on her way to a promising career as a movie starlet. Gregory had called her out of the blue, something he rarely does, unless he has good news to share, such as when he landed the then-fashion model an audition for the role that made her career.

“It’s about your contract.” He replies in a strangely somber voice. “Please, Annie, we need to see you right away.”

“We?!”

“The execs...”

“That big, huh?”

“Yeah...”

“Should I be worried?”

“Look, just! ... Please, Annie... Just come to the studio office.” He pleads.

“Well, alright...”

The budding young actress promptly leaves her luxury condo, which she’d only just bought. Climbing into her brand-new Mercedes-Benz AMG GT, she drives to the office of Universal Studios, who currently holds her contract; she’s locked in to produce five high-budget, A-list films. Her entire career hinges on this contract, so whatever this is, hopefully it’s good for her career and not some oversight. Gregory, her Agent, didn’t sound himself, and it makes her nervous. She was certain that after the incredible success of her first big budget film, a romantic comedy where she played the plucky sidekick of the leading lady, that she was all but guaranteed more roles of equal or greater importance.

After all, her swift rise to fame isn’t all that dissimilar from other actors and actresses, like Chris Tucker and Sigourney Weaver. Upon reaching the studio office and making her way to the executive board room, she finds three people in suits, two men and a woman, sitting across from her Agent. She doesn’t know them, though she’s seen them in the building a time or two before. Gregory looks back, glancing over his shoulder. It stops her in her tracks.

“What’s going on?” Anna-Maria asks, shyly approaching the empty chair beside her Agent.

“Please, have a seat, Ms. Gonzalez.” The woman begins, motioning with a hand.

She doesn’t even bother to introduce herself to the rising starlet.

“We need to speak with you about your contract.” The man on the left says, tapping a finger atop the large desk.

He looks vaguely familiar. Has she seen him before? He, too, doesn’t bother to introduce himself, nor does he wear any name tags or badges.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, no!” The man on the right swiftly replies. “But we will need to make a request.”

“... What sort of request?”

Her heart sinks at all of the dramatic possibilities. She’s heard about the awful and perverse things that take place in Hollywood. She’s heard the rumors about certain actors and, on one occasion, even witnessed poor, naïve girls and a suspiciously young boy, being led away by coked-up stars to back rooms. To her credit, she’d never had to secure a contract by getting down on her knees or spreading her legs; sheer determination, talent, and perhaps a little luck, is all she can claim as the source of her rising stardom.

“You’re familiar with Unifact?” The female executive begins.

“The pharmaceutical company?!” The actress cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“What about them?”

“You’re aware of their creations, the AdvAnimals?”

“Who isn’t!” Anna-Maria retorts.

Though she’d never voiced her concerns, the young starlet, raised in a strictly Catholic family of legal, Mexican-American immigrants, has never thought too highly of “the bastard children of man”, as her father often calls them. Though she’d grown up seeing them on TV, just like everyone else, she could never bring herself to embrace them the way her peers have. Though she didn’t support their methods, she always sympathized with the Puritans. Perhaps the world would’ve been better off without the AdvAnimals?

“What do you think of them?” The female executive asks.

Fearful of what the true answer could do to her career, Anna-Maria merely shrugs her shoulders.

“Never met one.”

“Uh-huh... Well, you’re about to!”

“Huh?!”

“You see, we require your services.”

“What kind of services?” The starlet asks, her nerves thoroughly rattled.

“We need you to Welcome one of these creatures and be seen to be in a relationship with him.” The man of the left explains.

“What?!” Anna-Maria gasps.

“You don’t have to actually be with him-” The woman across from her is quick to explain.

“Unless you want to, of course.” The man on the right interjects.

“But we require the public image of you being in a romantic and sexual relationship with an AdvAnimal.” The woman finishes.

“...”

Anna-Maria is speechless. She stares blankly at the executives as the man on the left presses a button on a desk-mounted intercom.

“Send it in.”

Is he talking about the AdvAnimal?! A door swings open and the young starlet breathes a sigh of relief as a man wheels in a portable television and DVD player atop a small cart. Plugging their combined power strip into a nearby outlet, he inserts a disc into the DVD player and passes a remote control to the nearest executive. After waiting until the employee has left, the man with the remote turns on the TV, scans the disc, selects a video from many and presses “PLAY”. Almost instantly, the young starlet is bombarded with the shocking sounds and images.

“Ooohhh! Mmm-yeah! Ahh-fuck! Nngf-nngf-nngfffuck me!”

Lying on her back, her legs spread wide, a strange woman, who looks very much like Anna-Maria, wriggles and writhes. With her arms above her head, her wrists are held together by the clawed hands of an AdvAnimal man. He has the physical appearance of a red fox, with the exception of having absolutely no black markings. His fur is a reddish-orange and snow-white two-tone, with any black parts typically seen on a fox, such as the “socks” and the tip of his bushy tail, being replaced with white. Vibrant, orange hair, parted down the middle, reaches just above his shoulders and hangs down.

Leaning over the woman, he rocks his hips, working the woman’s unseen loins, though Anna-Maria can hear the faint plopping sounds. From the angle of the camera and the darkness of the filter, she would assume that this was filmed through a ceiling mounted security camera. Feeling her face flushing, she turns her wide eyes away. With her mouth agape, she stares at the bottom edge of the large desk, covering her mouth with a hand as she tries to wrap her mind around what she’s just seen, and what continues to play in the background.

“It’s come to our attention that video tapes like this one are about to be leaked to the public.” The female executive begins.

“Ahh-ahh-ahh!” The woman in the video cries out with unbridled pleasure.

“Rrrr-rrrr-nngf-nngf-rrrrRRRR!” Her lover snarls.

“We need to mitigate the damage these tapes will cause, and that will require-”

“AHH-YEAH! OOH-FUCKING FUCK!” The TV woman shrieks.

“That will require you to play a little pretend. That should be easy for you, considering your career choice.” The suit-wearing woman continues.

“You need to be seen with the AdvAnimal, in public. You need to claim that you made this video while in the process of 'Phase Zero Welcoming', and that it was planned and intended to be released at a later date.” The man on the right begins.

“AHHH-FUCK! NNGF-NNGF-MMMM-AAHHH! OH, GOD! I’M CUMMING!” The woman on TV squeals.

“RRRR-RRRR-RRRR-RRRR!” The AdvAnimal snarls.

Unable to avoid the sounds of carnal pleasure, Anna-Maria turns her eyes toward the TV. Her big, brown orbs gaze upon the revolting sight. With his back sharply curved, the fox man leans over, his long, orange hair framing his animalesque head as he licks the firm, brown nipples of his Hispanic lover, all the while rocking his hips and thrusting his manhood into her loins. The wet, sloshing sound of his penis entertaining the wailing woman’s pussy reveals how much she enjoys it. She must be positively gushing her lubricating fluids. Taking his hands away from her wrists and straightening his back, he grabs onto her slender hips and she clutches tightly to his furry forearms.

Only now can Anna-Maria see what it is that gives the human so much pleasure. The fox man’s penis is huge! As he moves it in and out, over and over again, she can see that it’s not only long and very, very thick, but also exotically shaped. Pulling his rock-hard member out of the woman’s quivering hole, he grabs the bulbous knot of his dog-like cock, which is bright pink in color. The entire shaft is girthy, yet it tapers gently toward the tip, which is also rather pointed. Still, he has a flared head, with a subtle rim, similar to a human’s penis. After smacking his manhood against the writhing woman’s tender loins, which sounds both loud and very heavy, he stuffs the entirety of his manhood right back into her hungry cunt.

She wriggles and writhes, completely under the spell of the beast who force-feeds her taut pussy every last inch of his impressive organ. He works her body with the ferocity of an animal but the skill of a trained porn star, driving his member into and out of the squealing woman’s hole. Suddenly, he slows his pace and pushes the bulbous knot against her naturally tan nether lips. As the swollen knot spreads her vaginal canal, her pussy lips swallow it up. As soon as the widest part passes her opening, her womanhood seems to pull him in and clamps down around the base as she positively loses her mind.

“OHMAGAHD! OHMAGAHD! AHH-FUHK! NNN-NNGF-AHH! NNNN-YAAHHH!” She squeals as her vagina spews clear liquid.

“NNGF-NNGF-RRRR-RRRR! HHHNNNNNNN!!!” Her lover grunts, throwing his head back as he winces and grits his teeth.

“AHH-YEAH! OH, I CAN FEEL IT! AHH! S-SO MUCH CUM!”

“Can you please turn that off?” Anna-Maria sheepishly asks.

“Hmm? Oh! Sure!” The man with the remote promptly shuts off the TV.

“So?”

“So, what?”

“We’d like you to participate in the project they’re calling ‘Phase Zero’.” The female executive begins.

“Will you Welcome an AdvAnimal and pretend to be her?” The man on the left clarifies.

“Uh... I’d rather not...” Anna-Maria murmurs, her eyes fixated on the now darkened TV screen.

“Ah... I see...” The man sounds disappointed.

“Annie, please, just-”

“No, Greg!” She angrily cuts him off. “I don’t want to be known as some skanky celebrity who got caught banging her dog man!”

“Actually, he’s a fox.” The man on the right remarks.

“Whatever!”

“That’s very unfortunate... Because we currently hold your contract.” The female executive casually remarks.

“I have standards! I can get another contract! After my last role, scripts came pouring in!” Anna-Maria boasts, unable to hold back her pride.

“Yes, but you signed a contract with us, and for several feature films over the next six years.” The man on the right begins.

“So?!”

“So, if you violate your contract, we’ll see to it that no other major studio picks you up for at least ten.” The woman replies, flashing a sinister grin.

“That’s more than long enough for people to forget about you. Audiences can be very fickle.” The man on the left chimes in.

“And even if someone still remembered you after all that time, they won’t want to touch you after we’re done ruining your personal reputation.” The female executive can’t help but chuckle.

“...”

“Don’t look so shocked. We’ve done it before. Plenty of times, in fact!” She adds.

“But none of that will come to pass if all you do is play pretend. Take him out in public, keep an arm around his, maybe give him a kiss or two. Get mad at the paparazzi! No one will be the wiser!” The man on the right chirps.

“And if you decide that you would like to partake, it won’t even be an act anymore.” The man on the left interjects.

“After seeing that tape, no one would blame you for trying him out. I mean, I would, and I’m married!” The female executive, who looks to be in her mid or late thirties, says with a little grin. “You’re really quite lucky!”

“...”

The room feels like it’s spinning. Anna-Maria never expected anything like this to happen. What was she doing before her career took off? Struggling to pay her bills and telling countless sleazy producers that she wouldn’t fuck them for a part or star in pornography. Her standards, her morals, almost cost her a career. This time is no different, except now she doesn’t need to actually degrade herself; she just needs to pretend to. Is that really so bad? Recalling her early years working as a cashier, she closes her eyes and shakes her head.

“Fine! I’ll do it!”

“Wonderful!” The executives all exclaim in unison.

“We’ll set a meet right away!” The woman adds.

“Whatever... So, who am I meeting? Will he look a lot like that thing?” Anna-Maria points to the blank TV.

“Oh, he is that ‘thing’!” The man on the left chirps.

“He’s a very unique looking AdvAnimal or so I’ve been told. You don’t exactly have many options in this regard.” The female executive adds.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this...” Anna-Maria whimpers, burying her face in her hands.

“Don’t feel too bad. You’re keeping your career, and you’re going to be in all of the best stories! They’ve assured us that you will land alright.” The man on the right speaks in a soft and assuring voice.

“They? Who’s ‘they’?” Anna-Maria raises a thin eyebrow.

“We don’t know. We receive emails with instructions and we follow them.” He replies.

“And that doesn’t seem odd to you?!” The actress snickers.

“Never bite the hand that feeds you.” The man on the left sternly replies.

“The same people who fund Unifact also fund Universal. We do as we’re told, the same as everyone else.” The female executive calmly explains.

“Right... And now I’m stuck with some AdvAnimal living in my house and eating my food. Do I have to take him for walkies, too?” The starlet scoffs.

“If you’d like!” The female executive chirps, unphased by the actress’s facetiousness.

“You only need to cohabitate and give off the perception of a romantic relationship.” The man on the left remarks.

“At least you won’t ever feel alone in that fancy new condo of yours, and you could always use him as a bodyguard!” The businesswoman continues.

“Bodyguard? Is he even trained for that?” Anna-Maria asks.

Lifting up a brown, leather briefcase from just behind the large desk, the man on the right opens it and produces a manilla envelope, which he then slides across the table. Opening the envelope, the starlet looks through a dossier that could pass as the resume of a trained mercenary. The AdvAnimal’s name is Marcus and he’s only nineteen-years-old. What looks like a military ID is printed next to the box containing his most basic information.

According to the report, he’s received training and excelled at advanced driving courses, first aid levels 1, 2 and 3, and is certified as an expert with a host of weapons. The list of suitable weapons, from benign and exotic melee weapons and up to modern firearms, is drafted from left to right, top to bottom, with each page containing three, neat columns written in a rather small font. The complete list is five pages long.

“He can do all of this?!” Anna-Maria gasps. “What the hell are they doing with these AdvAnimals?!”

“We don’t know and we don’t ask.” The man on the left sternly replies.

“We’ll contact your Agent with the necessary details. Your flight leaves in an hour.” The female executive explains.

“What?!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be home in time for breakfast, tomorrow.”

Before she knew it, Anna-Maria was aboard a private jet, alongside a host of other young actresses and Divas, as well as a few wealthy heiresses. Though keeping to herself, Anna-Maria overhears the others as they mingle, speculating about their soon-to-be companions and what life will be like with them suddenly injected into their already well-established lives. Some seem curious about their new wards, while others are downright terrified... Of losing their careers. Whoever these people are, pulling the strings of several studios and large corporations, they’re immensely powerful.

Upon arriving at their destination, which looks suspiciously like a military base, the all-female passengers are escorted toward an administrative building. From there, they’re taken five at a time and brought to rooms where they’re to meet the AdvAnimals. Even the most excitable among them can’t hide their growing anxiety, not that they could’ve done anything to stop it. Anna-Maria finds herself in the third group of five, and is soon taken to a room at the furthest end of the hall.

“Alright. Are you ready?” The uniformed man asks.

“Can I say ‘no’?”

“...”

“Right...” She sighs. “Okay... I’m ready.”

Without uttering a word, the man in the olive drab fatigues heads toward a door at the other end of the room. Opening it, he pokes his head and an arm out, motioning to whoever is on the other side. Stepping back and pulling the door open, two more men in olive drab fatigues enter the room, walking on either side of Marcus. The Mexican-American woman’s big, chocolate eyes grow wide at the sight of him. He’s at least five-foot-ten or eleven, a whole head taller than her, and appears quite fit. If she had to hazard a guess, she’d say he was about one hundred and eighty pounds of lean muscle; with tightly fitting civilian clothes, black pants and a plain white t-shirt with a dark colored, light jacket over it.

The athletic creature approaches her with his large, paw-like feet, which are not covered with shoes or boots. Perhaps they don’t make any for his kind, yet? Behind him, a somewhat long, fox-like tail sways gracefully behind him. Standing before her and reaching out a clawed hand, she gazes at the soft, snow-white fur covering his hand and much of his forearm. Reaching out, she sheepishly takes hold and shakes his hand. It’s then that she notices something peculiar. Standing so close to him, she can faintly detect his scent. Something about the way he smells is far less repulsive than she was imagining. If she were to be completely honest with herself, she kind of likes it; it’s a faint musk, both masculine and disarming.

Even the texture of his fur isn’t what she was expecting. It’s not coarse and firm, but soft and even a little warm. He holds her hand so gently, not like a brutish animal but a refined gentleman. He even smiles like a human! His lips curl around his long and somewhat pointy snout in a very intriguing way. He looks into her eyes with his big, reddish-brown orbs, which glint with every ounce of soul that she’s seen in a person. The divine spark, as some call it. His orange hair seems to be longer than it was in the video, reaching down to his shoulders. It’s naturally straight and rather thick, but not overly so. If he were a human, she images he’d be a very handsome man, though even as an AdvAnimal he’s rather pretty.

Cocking his head, his hypnotizing eyes scan her form for the first time since he walked into the room. Starting at her face, they slow to a crawl as he looks over her ample chest, then again at her slender waist and her groin. She notices this right away, as Marcus didn’t even bother to hide it. Is he interested in her?! The actress’s face begins to flush. Only now does she gently pull her hand away from his.

“This is Anna-Maria Villa-Gonzalez. You’re going to live with her and serve as her bodyguard. She understands the arrangement, but remember, unless she initiates it first, do not touch her. She may or may not be interested in mating with you, so relinquish control to her.” The man to the left of Marcus sternly instructs.

His warning only adds to the starlet’s embarrassment. Marcus turns to the man and nods his head, clearly understanding his orders.

“Alright! He’s all yours!”

“Do I just... Go back to the tarmac or something?” She asks.

“Oh, your travel plans have already been arranged. Just head through that door, make a right and an escort will be waiting for you.” He explains, pointing toward the door from where Marcus and his guards came.

Following their instructions, Anna-Maria and Marcus enter a long hall and walk toward a door marked with a lighted, red “EXIT” sign. Just as he’d said, a man waits for her, sitting in a Jeep Wrangler with a rolled up tarp roof, and with black paint and a red pinstripe on the sides. Marcus helps her climb in, offering her a hand.

“Thank you.”

“Mmm.” He smiles and nods.

As the driver takes them toward the other side of the base, he explains what will happen next. The starlet and her AdvAnimal will be flown via helicopter to the first Welcoming center, where they will make a public appearance and statement. He assures her that everything has been pre-arranged and that even her statement to the press will be ready for her. Once they’re finished, she’ll be sent home along with a care package, and whatever happens between her and Marcus is on them. Everything happens so fast. Before she knows it, Anna-Maria finds herself standing before a podium, reading from a cue card and lying to the general public.

She proclaims Marcus to be her lover, whom she intended to Welcome. However, upon meeting him “in the fur”, one thing led to another. She claims that the video was a scripted adult film, which she’d agreed to make with her new beau. It was to be one of the first ever human-AdvAnimal adult films, created with scenes made by many other actors and actresses just like her, enjoying the intimacy of their live-in companions. As they’d promised, Anna-Maria and Marcus were promptly whisked away, and barely twenty-four hours after receiving the initial phone call from Greg, she was back in her condo and watching Marcus unpack. Though he seems quite friendly and eager to be around her, she makes her position perfectly clear.

“Knock and wait for the ‘OK’ before you enter my room. Don’t grab or touch me without my expressed permission, unless we’re in public, and even then, don’t be pushy. When you’re acting as my bodyguard, stay within my line of sight. I’m already dealing with enough shit having you here on such short notice; I don’t need you getting lost on me. Oh, and don’t wander around naked or in your underwear... We have a thermostat for that...” She warns.

Marcus seems unphased, smiling and nodding as he listens to her growing list of rules. It’s pretty clear to him that Anna-Maria isn’t exactly thrilled to be sharing her home with the strange AdvAnimal. He makes the best of it, and soon Anna-Maria routinely awakens to a surprisingly attentive Marcus, who even cooks simple breakfasts for the both of them. Perhaps it was made easier by her family, who were forced to confront an awful truth, though it’s actually a lie. For as much grief as her father gave the AdvAnimals over the years, and for as much as her parents and siblings protested, she still recalls when her father spoke to her over the phone, a week after she brought Marcus home.

“You’re my eldest daughter, my flesh and blood, and while I don’t necessarily agree with all of your life choices, I’ll always love you, and I’m still proud of you.” He said.

“Aww, papa!” Anna-Maria fought back the tears.

“You’ve made a good life for yourself, so if being with him is what makes you happy... I’ll learn to live with it.” He added.

Her mother, brothers and younger sister all shared her father’s feelings in other calls, and each made certain to hide their remarks from the other members of the family. It tore at her heart to deceive them, but to know that their love was genuine made it a little easier to manage, though it did little for her guilt. Now, however, everything seems to be quite normal. In many ways, she likes the way things are, and for once, an executive was right; she feels much safer with Marcus sharing her home. After about a month of dealing with curious paparazzi, the heat began to die down and Universal began work on their next film. Now in the starring role of a drama set in the 1880s, The Plight of Agnes Dowd, Anna-Maria and Marcus spend more and more time on the set.

Nearly two months into filming, everything has suddenly become quite routine. Though she struggled at first, Anna-Maria now wakes up and greets Marcus as if he was always there. Seeing him watching from the background, with the crew, knowing that he’s ready and willing to protect her, gives her a peace that she never expected from an AdvAnimal. Even now, he stands diligently by her side, as he was ordered to, while she sits in the chair and remains perfectly still. The new intern in the make-up department dabs on the fake dirt with a soft brush, making it look as realistic as possible, while Anna-Maria prepares herself for the next scene.

“There!” The young, blond-haired woman chirps, pulling the brush away.

“You’re getting faster, Millie.”

“Thank you, ma’am!”

“How do I look?” The starlet asks, turning toward Marcus.

He smirks and gives her a thumbs up. Following her to the set, Anna-Maria asks him to wait in the usual spot. As he stands against the wall, watching her perform for the cameras, he glances over, toward the make-up artist. Standing near him, the shy, young woman bows her head but keeps her eyes trained on him. As he cocks his head, his dazzling, reddish-brown eyes scanning her slender, supple body, she cutely bites her bottom lip. After several takes for an already long scene, the Director calls a break and Anna-Maria turns toward Marcus, only to furl her brow. He’s gone! He’s never wandered off before! She looks around for him, a feeling of genuine worry creeping in. Marcus never leaves her sight like this!

She walks the halls, searching for the AdvAnimal. He isn’t in a break room or sitting in the lounge. She looks near the bathrooms but doesn’t find anything. Just then, a thought crosses her mind. Perhaps he became tired and went back to the dressing rooms? Making her way toward the dressing rooms, she stops in her tracks when she hears a strange noise. She looks to and fro, trying to focus her attention on the sound. Another one comes from one of the other dressing rooms. Putting her ear against the door, she hears yet another noise. Is that a gasp? Overcome with curiosity, she grabs the doorknob and turns it. It’s not locked. Barging into the room, Anna-Maria is shocked by what she finds.

Melissa “Millie” Sarapetti, the newest intern in the makeup department, is on her hands and knees atop the large, leather sofa in the dressing room. Entirely nude, her alabaster skin glistens in the soft, amber lights coming from the nearby vanity. Her supple, nineteen-year-old body is at Marcus’ mercy. Directly behind her, one knee on the couch, a paw-like foot planted firmly on the carpeted floor and both hands gripping firmly onto her hips, Marcus thrusts his exceptional manhood into the teen’s hungry loins, which struggles to swallow his impressive member. The five-foot-two, barely one hundred pound girl’s perky, 32B cup breasts jiggle quite violently as the beast of a man works her inexperienced pussy like a true professional. From the way he moves and the way he controls her, he might as well be a trained porn star.

“Nngf-nngf-mmmm-yeah!” Millie grunts and coos, her lithe form rocking with his thrusts.

In and out, over and over, her little hole is thoroughly stretched by the fat, canine cock that drills its way deep into her shallow womanhood. Plop, plop, plop, plop! His engorged knot bashes her tight, pink nether lips, and though he tries, pressing hard and pulling her backward, he fails to knot her. Millie’s little pussy is just too tight! Before Anna-Maria can utter a single word, her AdvAnimal bodyguard and pretend lover violently yanks the moaning girl backward while shoving his member as deep as it’ll go. Her little pussy stretches and begins to swallow his knot, but she’s still too tight; the ball at the base of his cock makes it about a quarter of an inch inside before slipping right back out. It doesn’t matter, however, as this was all she could stand.

Millie squeals, her back arching and her big, emerald eyes nearly popping out of her head as her pussy squirts a hot, clear liquid all over Marcus’ big dick. She’s orgasming, and a previous stain on the leather cushion, directly between her legs, would suggest that this isn’t the first time she’s cum during their rather brief carnal session. With his head tilted back and his clawed hands gripping tightly to her slender, elegant body, Marcus winces and bares his teeth. With a loud, drawn out grunt that’s almost a snarl, his arms subtly tremble. Suddenly, the fox’s semen spews out, gushing from between his bulbous knot and the taut teen’s tiny pussy, which are pressed firmly together.

“Aahhh! Ooohhhh. Mmmm-hhmmm... Hhff-hhff! MMMmmmm-you have sooo much cum, you stud.” Millie groans with pleasure.

“Oh. My. God.” Anna-Maria finally chokes out.

“EEE!” Millie shrieks.

This time it’s from fear. Her head turns almost instantly toward the doorway, her dark green eyes wide with shock and horror. Moving a knee forward and wriggling her hips, she tries to crawl away, but Marcus holds on tight. Slipping his clawed hands forward and gripping her sleek waist, he yanks, keeping her on his big dick. One thing is perfectly clear, he isn’t quite finished with her yet. Opening an eye rather coolly, Marcus glances over to Anna-Maria before casually closing his eye. Is he ignoring her?! Only after expelling the rest of his seed and savoring the moment, he very slowly and methodically backs away from the teenage make-up artist, who stares at the wealthy and influential starlet and shivers in both pleasure and horror.

The teens whole body shudders, for as soon as his penis slips out of her vagina with a loud “schlorp”, a massive and thick gob of creamy, pearlescent semen pours out. Like a perverse river, it flows from the younger woman’s visibly stretched loins, oozing out of her love tunnel without her even canting her hips. With a rather relieved sigh, Marcus pats her buttocks as if to thank her for being such a good girl and taking all of his cum. He then casually turns toward his “lover”, his exotic penis dripping with pussy juice and leftover spunk. It throbs, swaying gently with every beat of his heart.

Anna-Maria’s eyes are glued to the slimy manhood, glistening with the juices of Millie’s thoroughly used pussy and his own cum. It has a sheen like it’s made of glass or a finely polished metal. The starlet gulps. It’s even bigger in person! In their three months pretending to be a couple, Anna-Maria has never actually seen his member in the flesh. So full, so long and so incredibly thick! How did that tiny girl fit such a big cock?!

“Oh, god... M-Ms. Gonzalez... I-I didn’t mean to... That is, it wasn’t all my-”

“Get. Out.” The starlet snarls.

The room is filled with the fog of sex, the stench filling everyone’s nostrils, but especially Anna-Maria’s. With a subtle nod of her head, the sweaty Millie shakily steps into her pink and white striped panties. She pulls them up to cover her swollen and reddening vagina, which has been thoroughly pulverized by the long and girthy penis of the fox AdvAnimal. As soon as she straightens her slender, even scrawny body, an even bigger stream of Marcus’ potent cum tumbles out. Oozing from her womanhood like tree sap, it fills up her panties, soaking the silky fabric before spilling out of the leg holes and running down the gleaming, alabaster flesh of her inner thighs.

Anna-Maria cannot help but stare at the off-white substance, her fingers coiling as she balls her fists, digging her nails into her palms rather painfully. With her face nearly as red as a maraschino cherry, Millie gathers her remaining clothes. She clutches them tightly to her modest bosom as she waddles out of the room, past the thoroughly flustered Anna-Maria, who promptly slams the door behind her. The young Chicana actress turns to Marcus, who, by now, is relaxing on the couch. His arms are outstretched, draped over the backrest as his manhood slowly softens, drooping over to one side.

“Okay... What the fuck are you thinking?!” She snarls in a hushed but strained voice. “If you blow this whole thing over some little slut’s pussy, we’re both going to be in trouble!”

Marcus’ proud grin begins to fade.

“I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am, and sacrificed too much to keep it, only for you to ruin my career like you ruined that teeny bopper’s snatch! I didn’t even want to bring you here and live with me, but they made me, and now you’re going to fuck it all up even worse! You’re going to fuck up my life over some hot, wet pussy?! Fuck you! Damn it, if I could... I’d fucking kill you right now...”

For the first time, Marcus looks ashamed. With a bowed head and softened eyes, he glances away, unable to face Anna-Maria, who he so clearly betrayed. After taking a moment to calm down, she leaves the dressing room, just as Marcus begins to put on his clothes. Unable to finish the upcoming scenes, she pulls the Director aside, lies about a worrying call from her family and asks for a personal day, a favor he gladly provides. The ride home in the limousine is more awkward than their first day together, and Marcus repeatedly glances over at Anna-Maria, eager to see if she’s calmed down.

She sits with her body at an angle, her arms crossed beneath her large bust as she stares through the tinted glass. She doesn’t speak a word to him as they make their way inside, and promptly retreats to her bedroom. Marcus sighs and heads to his bathroom to take a shower. Pacing her floor, Anna-Maria can hardly stand it. The thought of Marcus with Millie, some skanky little tramp, really boils her blood. The image of him enjoying Millie’s taut flesh is burned into her memory, eating at her. How long have they been seeing each other? Was that the first time or merely one of many? Has he been fucking any other women?! Why does she even care?!

She stops in her tracks as she tries to figure out what exactly motivates her rage. She’s never touched him or allowed anything physical to happen between them, and Marcus did exactly as he was told; he’s never pushed for anything without her making a move first. He seemed happy to walk arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand with her, and accept sweet kisses when certain reporters were near. Unable to shake the unpleasant feelings swelling within her, the starlet takes out her phone and calls her Agent.

“Hey, kiddo. What’s up?” Greg cheerfully greets her.

“Something’s happened, Greg, and I just need someone to talk to.” She begins.

“You know I’m always here for you, Annie. What’s wrong?”

“I caught Marcus fucking an intern, and-”

“You what?!” He gasps.

“Yeah. He was balls deep in Millie! Well, almost...” She murmurs, glancing sorrowfully at her own feet.

“Who?”

“Millie! You know! The scrawny, blond-haired teen who just got into the make-up department. Melissa Sara-something or other.” She explains.

“Oh, no...”

“I don’t know what hurt worse. The fact that he’s risking my reputation and career over pussy or the fact that he was doing it...”

“What do you mean?” He asks, sounding rather perplexed.

“I mean, I! ... I don’t know...”

“I think you do.” Greg retorts.

“Well, I... Was kind of jealous...”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah... I was so mad, I threw her out buck naked and said some really mean things to him. I really laid into Marcus, but all I could think about was... Was how she got to feel him inside of her, and I didn’t... I’m so confused! That’s never happened to me before, and I don’t know what to do about it!”

“I think you do...” Greg calmly replies.

“Do I?”

“You’re all alone with him, in that big, cozy condo... All alone... You could have him right now.”

“You mean, I... I should fuck him?!”

“I didn’t say that.” Greg softly chuckles. “I just said I think you have an opportunity to resolve this. Trust your gut, girl. That’s always worked out for you before.”

“Oh...”

She breathes a sigh of relief. Though she’d never admit it aloud, the thought of having sex with Marcus is almost all-consuming. Imagining his big, pink cock spreading her tender, brown love tunnel and driving itself home is intriguing, almost overwhelming! The thought of feeling his knot bumping against her nether lips as he rocks his hips and grinds his cock within her; it actually makes her pussy a little wet.

“Oh, and don’t worry about Millie. I’ll make a few calls and make sure that word of this little incident never gets out.”

“Thanks, Greg. You’re the best Agent a girl could ask for.”

“Yeah, yeah... Just don’t have any more slip-ups or my rates might go up.” He teases her.

Hanging up the phone, Anna-Maria sits at the edge of her bed, allowing her mind to wander. The starlet nibbles on her bottom lip as she ponders her Agent’s words. She’s unable to fight the thoughts and continues to imagine herself taking that next step. What’s Marcus even doing right now? She hasn’t seen him in nearly thirty minutes, not since they came back home. Maybe he’s masturbating? She bites her lip a little harder, imagining his clawed hand, covered in snow-white fur, caressing his engorged manhood, caressing the strangely shaped penis that’s seems both man and animal.

In her mind, she sees him stroking the base of his shaft, before rubbing the swollen knot that sits just about those big, heavy looking testicles. Her legs slowly close and rub together as her womanhood begins to seep with her lubricating fluids. She can feel her juices soaking into her panties. It’s quite discomforting, having a wet pussy and nothing to put in it. Slithering her hand a little closer, she slips it betwixt her legs and gently touches herself through her dress. She gasps. She’s already so sensitive, so tender!

“Oh, god... Why do I want his dick so badly?!” She whimpers.

As she rubs herself, she wonders if she should take care of herself before it’s too late. She doesn’t have to fuck him. Rising to her feet, she takes off her dress, only to look at her own body. Her breasts are so much bigger and her hips are broader; he’d have so much more to grab onto if he were fucking her! The bombshell of an actress, a former model, has so much more to offer Marcus than Millie does. Again, she imagines him masturbating, but then a terrible thought creeps into her mind. Maybe he’s doing it to fantasies about Millie? With an angry growl, she stomps toward her bedroom door.

“Alright, that’s it...”

Kicking off her shoes as she yanks the door open, she storms through the hallway and toward Marcus’ room in nothing but her bra and soaking wet panties. Barging into his room without so much as a knock, she finds the AdvAnimal standing in boxer-briefs and holding a shirt. His fur is somewhat darkened, and he smells of his special shampoo. Inhaling the scent, it only makes her want him more. He turns his head, his eyes wide as he looks at the starlet. It’s clear from his expression that he’s simultaneously startled and intrigued by her intrusion.

“Take those off...” She points at his underwear.

“Hmm?!” He glances down at himself.

“I said lose them.”

“...”

“I want you to fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me better than you’d fuck her. I want you... To fuck me like you love me...” She coos, slowly approaching him.

He blinks, his eyes growing wide with shock and surprise. She’s never so much as cuddled with him, at least when they were at home, and now she makes this demand?! Before he knows what’s happening, she quickens her pace and storms up to him, her hands unhooking her bra clasp, which is at the front. She leans her shoulders back, dropping her bra to the floor. His reddish-brown eyes are fixated on her large, 36D cup breasts, which bounce and jiggle with each graceful step, and her small and adorable brown nipples. She slows her pace once again as she pushes down her panties, and a thin strand of viscous fluid is seen, sticking to both her womanhood and her panties.

Once the strand is about an inch long, it breaks, and as her panties roll over themselves, he can see how thoroughly she’d soaked them. He could smell her from his doorway, but visual confirmation is always a plus. Anna-Maria is already ready to take him. His manhood throbs as she stands before him. Grabbing the shirt he holds in his clawed hands, she yanks it away and throws it to the floor. Turning to face her, he hooks his thumbs behind the elastic waistband of his underwear, very slowly and methodically peeling them off. Her hands caress his body, starting from his shoulders and over his tones pectoral muscles, before her fingers begin running circles around his fleshy, pink nipples.

Glancing down, she watches as his big, exotic penis flops out of his boxer-briefs, already swelling. She doesn’t see a knot, however. Perhaps that has to grow after he’s hard? Reaching down, she takes hold of his manhood near the base of his shaft, doing so without hesitation or even a second thought. Pulling toward her and stroking his throbbing meat, she feels her entire body shiver. Without his knot, she holds a girthy sausage of man-flesh that’s nearly nine-inches-long. She’s so excited to feel him that she cannot help herself. With her other hand, she skillfully massages the awakening penis near the very sensitive tip. He groans, boosting her ego. Pulling a hand away, she slips it between her legs and rubs her pussy, running her fingertips in circles over her clitoris.

“Oh, fuck... I want to feel this big fucking dick inside of me.” She coos.

Marcus leans in and plants a kiss on her lips. This isn’t like one of those bullshit kisses they give each other for the crowds and the paparazzi; he slips his tongue into her mouth and caresses hers. This is passion, or at the very least, it’s desire. Just as his hands rest on her shoulders, pulling her closer, she takes her hand away from her pussy and smears her fluids on the somewhat pointed but flaring head of his penis. It feels human enough that she has to open her eyes and look down, as soon as their lips part. As she grins from cheek to cheek, looking at the impressive organ, Marcus entertains himself by fondling her ample breasts. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and lick them, teasing her brown nipples with his tongue before very gently nibbling and sucking on them.

“Ahh!” She gasps, as he pops a nipple out of his mouth, her whole breasts bouncing. “Ooohhh, baby... You’re good at that. Not too hard, but not like a wimp.”

“Mmmm...”

“Sit down, you stud.”

She ushers him toward the edge of his bed, only to very slowly drop down to her knees.

“I almost never do this, you know... I only ever sucked my first boyfriend’s dick.”

He leans back, supporting himself with his elbows as he watches. With both hands wrangling his penis, she briefly measures it against her forearm. It is, without a doubt, the most substantial cock she’s ever had the pleasure to entertain.

“Holy fuck, boy! Look at this fucking thing!” She says, giddy as a schoolgirl. “I hope my little pussy can take it.”

With narrowed, lustful eyes, she gazes up at him as she leans forward, only to hold onto his member with both hands and give it a lick. From the thick base to the equally thick but gradually tapering head, she drags her tongue along his warm flesh. With his penis nearly fully erect, Marcus’ knot begins to swell. It gives Anna-Maria something more substantial to hold onto as she opens wide and stuffs him in. Her mouth struggles to adapt, her jaw nearly popping as she tries to push the fat cock into her mouth and down her throat, all without scraping him with her teeth.

By the time she manages to fit most of him inside, his knot has filled, and there is at least seven-and-a-half inches of hot, throbbing cock stuffed into her mouth and pushing its way down her throat. He groans and pets her head as she shakes it from side to side, leaning in even more and making sure he can feel every last bit. That’s when Marcus places a hand on the back of her new and, as if to tease her, pushes her down even further, smooshing her lips against his knot. She coughs as she pulls her head away, leaving a thick trail of saliva from his penis to her lips as she gasps for air. Marcus is thoroughly impressed as he watches her pant for air. He felt the back of her throat and she didn’t even gag!

“Ahh! Mmmm...” She coos, wiping her lips and stroking his slimy dick. “This cock is sooo big, and it tastes really good... I think my other lips want to swallow it.”

Without giving him the chance to react, she rises to her feet and spreads her legs, throwing one over his bent knee as she prepares to crawl over him. Is she going to ride him for their first time?! Marcus certainly isn’t complaining. He flashes a toothy grin as the gorgeous human climbs up and over him, quickly straddling his pelvis. Sitting down atop his manhood, she presses the underside of his thick cock into her nether lips, before rocking her hips and grinding her tender pussy against the big, pink, hybrid dick. Smooshing her little, brown pussy lips against the thick ridge that runs along the underside of his cock, her eyelids flutter and her back softly arches. What a wonderful feeling, and she hasn’t even put him inside, yet!

“Ooohhh, f-fuck... Nnnyeah... Oh, it’s so fat!” She gasps, glancing down at the masculine organ betwixt her legs. “Okay... Are you ready, baby?”

“Mhm.” He nods, his hands skillfully fondling her large and perky tits.

“Okay...”

Gulping with nervousness, she slowly lifts herself up. Seeing his endowed manhood throbbing, waiting for her to take it inside of her, all of her confidence begins to melt away. However, she can’t turn back now, not that she’s even considering it. If that little whore, Millie, could take him down to his knot, and nearly take the knot, too, than so can she! Taking hold of the thick knot, she quietly gasps. It feels like it’s grown even larger! Glancing down, she lifts a leg and plants a bare foot on Marcus’ mattress, her other hand gripping to his shoulder for support. For a brief moment, she has to regain her confidence, and she does this with more pleasure.

Slowly swaying it back and forth, she rubs the bright pink tip of his exotically shaped penis against her nether lips. It presses into and spreads her little pussy, which seeps her viscous fluids. They drip over his phallus, preparing him for insertion. Lowering herself, she feels the tip spreading her love tunnel, eager to stretch her and make her squeal. Unable to put it off any longer, she takes the next step, and after rubbing it over her loins several times rather teasingly, she gradually lowers herself down.

“AHH!” She gasps, her eyes widening as the flared head slips into her body. “Ooohhh... Ih-it’s r-really thick.” She coos.

Ssshhhhhlllllrrrppp. The moist sounds of her little pussy as it spreads wider and wider, swallowing up the bulbous head of his strangely human and yet fox-like cock, is startlingly arousing. It’s as if her vagina is feeding on the AdvAnimal’s big dick, slurping it up and pulling it deeper and deeper into her aching loins. She slides her foot as she returns her weight to both knees. Anna-Maria’s entire body trembles. Marcus groans as he leans back and watches, placing his hands behind his head and cocking it to one side as the starlet, who’d never shown any interest in him before, now lowers herself down, slowly stuffing his endowment into her exceptionally tight pussy. Down, down, down she goes, taking more and more of his long and girthy manhood, until the swollen knot bumps into her tender nether lips.

“AHH! OOOOOOHH FUUUCK!” She gasps.

Tilting her head, she stares with wide eyes, admiring the sight and sensation of being filled with Marcus’ manhood. The sensation of fullness is unlike anything she’s ever felt before. It spreads her in just the right way, growing fatter the further down his shaft she goes; it’s as if it was molded specifically to pleasure her vagina. Seeing the bright pink knot pressing against her brown loins like a plug, glistening from her slick pussy juice, which smears onto and runs over the ball, really turns her on. Eager to see and feel even more, she plants both hands onto his shoulders and slowly rocks her hips. It grinds his cock inside of her thoroughly stretched vaginal canal, swirling it around her quivering hole and rubbing every last bit of flesh.

“AHH! Nnnnnn... Th-that dick f-f-feels so f-fucking big!” She loudly whimpers.

“Mmm...” He groans, his mouth hanging open as he rests his clawed hands on her hips. “Ooohhhh!”

Leaning forward, Marcus is quick to entertain the rest of her body. He isn’t the type of man to simply lie there and let his woman do all of the work. No, he has work of his own to do! Stuffing his snout between her gently jiggling breasts, she feels his pink, canine nose brushing her chest. Sliding his hands way from her hips, he latches onto her mammaries with both hands, each one claiming a breast for itself. Her face flushes as he sniffs her flesh, then licks the sides of her big tits as if they were candy, all while gently fondling them.

“Ahh!” He sighs with delight.

“Ohh... D-do I smell and taste good, b-baby?” She asks, slowly moving herself up and down on his manhood.

“Mmhhmm!”

His clawed hands gently, even lovingly, caress her mountainous orbs, fondling her feminine mounds as if they were made of thin glass. His thumbs softly rub her stiffening nipples. The sight of his snow-white fur clashing with her otherwise olive skin tone and brown nipples is somehow even more alluring. Is this why miscegenation is so popular, because it looks so good? For a brief moment, she wonders what it’d look like if a Caucasian human was fucking a brown furred bunny or cat girl.

Her mind swiftly returns to herself, however, and how lovely it looks having Marcus using her body as if she were his toy. The erotic thoughts are all she needs to feel her pleasure swelling. Taking her hands away from his shoulders, she begins to bounce a little faster, her womanhood now growing accustomed to the substantial penis invading her body. She wraps an arm around the back of his neck, letting her hand stroke the orange fur of his back, while her other hand briefly plays with his tall, fox-like ears before running her fingers through his flowing, orange hair. She smooshes his face between her breasts, looking down and smiling with sinister delight as he tilts his head back and pokes his nose up for air.

“Mmmm-yeah... This feels s-so good, baby. Ahh! I should’ve, nngf, fucked you, nngf-nngh, months ago!” She remarks, her breathing growing heavier as the pleasure mounts.

Marcus turns his head from left to right, licking her nipples before briefly sucking on each. He’s so good at it! With her breasts taken care of, his hands slide down her sides, caressing her elegant, hourglass figure. They careen over her broad hips before wrapping around, gliding over the small of her back and coming to rest on her plump buttocks. He gives her perfect ass a firm squeeze, just as he pops one of her nipples out of his mouth.

“AHH! Ooohhh, baby. You’re so good at this! Nngf-nngf. D-did they t-train you to, nngf-nngf, fuck pussy at Unifact?!”

Marcus shakes his head ‘no’, his muzzle half-buried between her ample bust.

“Oh, god. Th-then you’re just a, nngf-mmmm-stud, nngf, aren’t you?!”

“Mmhhmm...”

With his hands squeezing her ass cheeks, Marcus leans back and pulls at her, forcing her to grind her nether lips against the knot of his manhood. She feels a pressure as her womanhood responds, oozing even more lubricating fluids before being forced open a little more. She shudders from the sensation and closes her eyes, resting her nose in his hair.

“Oooh, fuuuck! That fucking knot, baby! It’s too big!”

“Mm-mm.” He replies, shaking his head again.

“I-I don’t know, nngf, if I can, nngf-nngh, fit it, baby!”

She tries to assert herself, fearful of what it might feel like to be spread open and be knotted by the AdvAnimal. After all, he couldn’t knot Millie; she saw that first-hand. Marcus’ response? Taking an arm and slipping it around her mid-back, he leans back and pulls at her. She squeals as she falls forward, finding herself on her hands and knees. Her bodyguard and lover then places both hands onto her hips and begins his work, rocking his hips and thrusting up and into her. Plop, plop, plop, plop, as his knot softly slaps against her pussy lips. Her eyelids flutter as her big, brown eyes roll backward in her head. Oh, what a lover she’s found. He’s never too rough or too soft; he’s in complete control, even when she’s on top.

“Ahh-ahh-nngf-ahh!” She squeals and grunts. “W-w-what are you, nngf-nngf, doing?!”

Placing a clawed hand on the small of her back, he rakes said claws over her gradually moistening flesh, but not to cause her pain. It’s as if he’s reminding her in a strange, animalistic way that he’s in control, and she needs to simply accept it. Perhaps she should? Already, the effort required to ride her hung lover has made her body warm. Sweat begins to bead on her olive skin, making it glisten like a polished gemstone. Her muscles grow weary, weakened from the shock of his endowment stretching her undersized loins, and the effort required to work through the cascading pleasure.

Marcus, however, isn’t fairing much better, as his already damp fur is now even more damp, but now his sweet smelling shampoo has faded; the starlet now smells a familiar musk. His body reeks with masculinity, and she loves it. She never thought she would, but the way he smells, the way he touches her and even the way her fucks is so dominant, so manly. His opaque claws run between the crack of her perfect ass, only for her to gasp as he roughly grabs a cheek. With a firm push, he forces her down while thrusting up and into her little, quivering hole. Once again, she feels her vagina being forced open, stretching even wider to fit the firm ball of flesh at the base of his cock.

“AHH! B-baby! I, nngf-nngf, can’t fit it!” She pleads.

“Rrrr-rrrr-rrrr!”

Marcus doesn’t listen and applies even more pressure onto her buttocks. That’s when it happens. With a firm thrust and a deep growl, he rams his cock home. Schlop! Slowly stretching nearly to the point of pain, her taut vagina opens wide before swallowing his knot and clamping down onto the short portion of shaft directly behind it.

“AAHHHH!!! OH, FUCKING FUCK!!!”

Her bulging eyes shift as she peers between her plumps breasts, which still jiggle from the firm thrust. Looking between their bodies and her spread legs, she can no longer see his manhood. Anna-Maria has taken it all; she’s been knotted. Immediately upon the realization that nine inches of fox-dick is filling her body, she winces and groans. The visual stimulation compounds with the physical and the pleasure washes over her. Anna-Maria’s pussy clamps down like a vice, squeezing on his manhood even tighter than a condom that’s too small. Her entire body convulses, her loins quivering.

Anna-Maria enjoys the most powerful orgasm of her life. Hot, clear fluid spews out of her hole as she squirts, spraying her feminine cum all over his big, snow-white balls. That’s never happened before! Unable to hold herself up, she shakily lowers herself, lying down atop her lover’s chest. Her big breasts smoosh against his soft, warm fur, which soaks up their sweat until he feels a bit like a damp plushie. With her arms around the back of his neck, she cries out in pleasure, her chin on his shoulder as she shivers and shakes, unable to do anything else but bask in the pleasure he so eagerly provides her.

“AHH-FUCK! OOHH-GOD! NNNYEAH! S-SO G-G-GOOD!”

With a soft chuckle, he pets her back very tenderly. It’s then that she realizes something shocking. He hasn’t cum! This has never happened before, either; a lover has never held out longer than her. Turning her head, she stares deeply into his big, reddish-brown eyes. He leans in and kisses her with considerable passion, their tongues entwining.

“So. Hhff-hhff. Was that, hhff-hhff, fucking me like, hhff, you love me?” She asks through labored breaths.

With a little grin spreading across his slender snout, he slowly shakes his head.

“Oh? H-have you forgotten, hhff, how to follow orders, hhff, soldier?” She teases him.

Marcus abruptly sits up, taking her with him.

“Eee!” She squeals, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life. “W-what are you doing?!”

“Mmmmm...” He groans, nuzzling her neck.

Scooting toward the edge of the bed, Marcus does something else that no lover has ever done before. He stands up while his manhood is still deep within her! With her arms bracing her upper body, the fox AdvAnimal grabs high onto her thighs, not quite holding her by her plump buttocks. Her dainty feet dangle in the air as Marcus adjusts himself, moving his arms around so that he can lift her up, rather than pull against her. Her legs are spread very wide, her knees sharply bent as the fox man’s arms run under her legs. That’s when he begins his work. His biceps flex as he lifts with his arms and pulls his pelvis backward, yanking out the engorged knot from her quivering pussy.

“AAHHHoooohhhh-fuuuck!” She yelps and then coos.

In and out, over and over, the fox man’s big dick thoroughly pleasures the human woman, whom he lifts and bounces like an oversized love doll. Plop! Plop! Plop! His knot slaps against her tender nether lips, which open wide to swallow the ball. He teases her with it, slipping in some but never all, making sure she stays acclimated to the full girth of his organ. Over and over and over again, up and down, plop, plop, plop, plop!

“Ahh-ahh-nngf-ahh!” She cries out.

Anna-Maria’s arms tremble as she grips onto her forearms, trying to keep herself upright. The cascading pleasure is more than anything she could’ve possibly imagined, her womanhood basking in the glory of her lover’s masculinity, as much as his hung manhood. Her sweaty palms begins to slip over her equally slick forearms; her grip loosens. She tries to warn him not to drop her, beginning to worry that she’ll fall. It almost makes her chuckle; she’s more worried about harming his penis with her weight than when she crashes to the floor. However, no matter how much she tries, all she can do is moan and groan.

“Ahh-bay! Ooh-fuhk! I’m g-gonna f-f-AHH! D-dohn, dr-AHH-AHH-YAH!” Is all she’s able to say.

It doesn’t matter, as Marcus is in tune with her body. It’s almost instinctual. Sensing her struggle, he sets her down on his member, pushes the knot back inside of her body, which makes her squeal, wraps his arms around her and then carefully drops down to his knees. He steadies himself on the carpeted floor of his bedroom before carefully lying Anna-Maria on her back. She can finally relax. With his hands planted firmly above her shoulders, she clings to his sides, her fingers weaving through his somewhat fluffy but damp and matted fur. Her lover pulls his knot from her pussy, which, by now, has adapted to his large penis to the point that she no longer feels any pain or sharp, jarring sensations. She’s in tune with his body, now, too.

Caressing his sides, she gazes up at her lover, who closes his eyes and groans, his mouth perpetually agape. He looks like he’s really enjoying himself, far more than he did with Millie. She grins from cheek to cheek, unable to mask her pride as her lover rocks his pelvis, thrusting as much as four inches of his fat shaft into and out of her pussy. Each time, he teases her hole with a bit of knot, though it doesn’t seem to be on purpose. His thrusts are becoming sloppier, as his pleasure builds. Though it surprises her, that should be expected; he may be a world-class lover, but he’s still a mortal, and he still needs to cum.

Leaning forward, he bends his elbows and rests his weight on his forearms, gently pressing his athletic chest against hers. Her ample breasts smoosh into his furry body, which she promptly wraps her arms around, clinging tightly to his form. Her dainty hands grip firmly to his taut buttocks, which she can feel flexing as he pounds her tender flesh with all of the confidence of a young stud. Oh, if only she had mirrors in her ceilings; she imagines how lovely this must look. For a brief moment, she considers making adult films that actually star her and Marcus, just so that she can watch them and enjoy the eye candy.

Her fingernails rake the small of his back and his buttocks as she struggles to decide which part of his body to cling to. She rocks and bucks her hips as he thrusts, slowly sliding up and away from him, so Marcus does the only thing he can do and slides his arms closer, placing them over her shoulders and locking her in place. By leaning further forward, he forces Anna-Maria to cant her hips, curling her body into a subtle crescent and lifting her legs and feet into the air. His arms tremor as he struggles to hold on, and his claws scrape the carpet as he coils his fingers. It sounds so loud in her ears!

Glancing up at him, she can see the pleasure on his face and it brings her a sense of pride. She wants nothing more than to make Marcus cum. However, her lover’s ministrations are bringing her dangerously close to the precipice yet again, and her body begins to tremble. Her orgasm never truly subsided, merely waiting for enough stimulation before kicking back into high gear. Every hard thrust he makes sends shockwaves throughout her entire body, forcing the inevitable. After quite a while of lying there, taking his cock like it was her sole duty in life, she feels it. The pleasure swells within her, her loins burning and quivering.

“AHH-AHH-I’MA-NNGF-‘BOUT TO-NNGF-NNGF-MMMMHHHMMPHH!” She loudly whimpers.

“RRRR-RRRR-NNGF-RRRR!” Marcus growls, pumping her little pussy harder and faster.

“AHH! AHH! AAAAHHHHHGAAHHD!!!”

Anna-Maria literally screams as she endures the most powerful orgasm of her entire life. It’s even stronger than the last, which was the most powerful until this one. So great is her pleasure that her eyes roll back in her head, her back sharply arches, all by itself, pressing her toned belly against his, her arms shiver as is she were freezing to death in a blizzard and her legs tremble so violently that it feels as though several people are tugging at her. Her dainty feet bounce up and down in the air as her muscles spasm, occasionally banging into his thighs and inadvertently shoving him even deeper into her little pussy.

With a hard push, Marcus growls quite loudly and forces his knot right back into her tight cunt, which has become as tight as a virgin’s. Her loins crush his manhood, and every beat of his heart makes his penis throb inside of her stretched out love tunnel. She can feel every millimeter of his big cock, from the pointed tip to the flared head, right down to his swollen shaft and engorged knot. With a few feeble thrusts, his large, heavy balls and snow-white scrotum slap against her ass. The fur tickles her anus in a most enjoyable way.

“OHMAHGAHD! AAHHH-FUHK! NNNN-YAH!” She squeals, clinging onto his back and holding on for dear life.

“NNGH-NNGH-RRRRRFFF-HHHHHNNNNNNNN!!!!!”

She can see him wincing out of the corner of her eye. Is that because of how hard she’s yanking on his fur or because of how wonderful it feels, fucking the little human’s tight pussy? He throws his head back, his teeth bared as he snarls. That’s when she gets her answer.

“AAAHHHHHYAAHHH! C-CUM! YOU’RE CUM! AHH! IZ-SO HOT!”

Marcus’ whole body begins to tremble as jet after powerful jet shoots out of his large and pulsating member and deep into her burning hot, soaking wet and violently convulsing loins. With her eyes wide open, nearly rolled all the way back in her head, she feebly claws at her lover’s back, biceps and sides. Her shaking hands are weakened by her immense pleasure. The young Chicana actress writhes beneath her fox AdvAnimal lover, wriggling and groaning as she feels him flooding her womanhood with his potent seed. One, two, three, four, and the sperm keeps flowing.

It blasts past her cervix as though it wasn’t even there, filling her uterus and coating her uterine walls with sticky gobs of hot spunk. Five, six, and seven jets. How much does he have?! By the eight jet, he’s filled her uterus and flooded her vaginal canal. She can feel a gooey wall of semen forming between her quivering loins and his throbbing penis. By the ninth jet, there’s nowhere left for his cum to go. It oozes around his rock-hard knot and spurts out of her tight cunt, making her flush even more than the heat of their passion. The tenth jet is both small and thin, but it helps push even more of his semen out of her body.

She can feel it running down the crack of her ass, getting caught up in the fur that covers his scrotum. Marcus’ penis shifts as he flexes his pelvic muscles; he’s squeezing out every last drop. With subtly motions, he smears his cum all over her ass with his furry bally. Unable to help herself, Anna-Maria wiggles her hips, shaking his cock around inside of her. Marcus groans, his brow softened and head slowly tilting forward. It hangs just over hers, his eyes closed and mouth agape. She cannot help but admire him. He looks so cute when he’s cumming inside of her little pussy.

“Hhff-hhff! Well... Is my, hhff-hhff, big foxy all, hhff-hhff, worn out?” She coos.

“Mmmm... Mmhhmm...” He slowly nods.

“Aww!” She softly chuckles, tenderly stroking his cheek. “Well, hhff-hhff, you really did a good job, hhff-hhff-hhff, fucking my little pussy raw. I mean, wow! Hhff-hhff. That’s the best sex I’ve ever had!”

“Mmm!” He flashes a confident grin.

Leaning in, Marcus nuzzles her face with his snout, eliciting a soft giggle. She turns her head as he kisses her neck, only to bring his face before hers and plant the most passionate kiss that she’s ever felt, right on her lips. He doesn’t use tongue, but he didn’t have to. She could feel it, their connection. It feels even deeper than his seed, which goes to work on her unprotected egg, racing to fertilize her.

“S-so, uhm... Was that fucking me like you love me?”

Marcus merely nods.

“Good... Because I’m going to want that again, soon.”

“Hmm?”

“Hehe! Not tonight! I’m not that strong, baby!” She giggles. “But I think you need to move into my bedroom, and sleep with me from now on.”

The AdvAnimal smiles wide, then lifts himself up by his hands, arching his back. He looks down at their groins, which are thoroughly fused together. Anna-Maria’s chest heaves, her big breasts gently jiggling as she smiles from cheek to cheek.

“God, I can’t believe I took that big fucking dick! You’re something, Mark!” She coos, softly petting his cheek and chest.

His smile grows a little wider as he turns his reddish-brown eyes up to meet hers. Suddenly, she winces and the breath is stolen from her lungs. Opening her eyes wide, she glances down as Marcus gives her little pussy a little yank, trying to pull out his engorged manhood from her tight hole. He pulls back and her nether lips move with him. They’re smeared with his off-white cum. Applying a little more force, he retreats from the actress’s body, her vagina still clamping down on him like a vice.

“W-wait, babe! It’s too fat to just-”

With a firm pull, she tilts her head forward and watches with perverse awe as her nether lips spread apart, wider and wider. Her pussy finally surrenders his knot with an audible “Pop!”

“Aahhh!” She gasps and jumps, squeezing his biceps tightly. “Mmmm-that was something, Mark, but please... In the future, don’t yank that ball out of my pussy like that. Lay with me until it softens. It kind of hurt.” She pleads.

Marcus, with a little frown on his face, slowly nods his head.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. Just for future reference, knot me and leave it in; I don’t mind being stuck on you for a little while.” She coos, tenderly stroking his cheek with a shaky hand.

After regaining a modicum of strength, she looks down, eager to watch as he withdrawals inch after inch. It feels almost as good as when he first put it in! Soon, his seven-and-a-half inches of girthy shaft slithers out, still fully erect but hanging at an angle from it’s own weight. Lifting herself up and supporting herself with her elbows, she looks down and almost gasps at the shocking sight. Her brown pussy, formerly tiny and picturesque, is puffy and a little red, thoroughly pulverized by Marcus’ big, pink fox-dick. Huge gobs of cum ooze out of her, but very slowly.

“Oh, no! It’s gonna spill!” She remarks, worried about it staining the carpeting.

Without missing a beat, Marcus crawls backward, leans over and promptly licks her ass and pussy, collecting his own cum in his mouth. She gasps and groans, her arms shaking from the shock and causing her to nearly fall flat on her back. Catching herself, she tries to help him by squeezing her pelvic muscles and pushing out as much of his semen as she can. It’s a futile effort, as most of his thick and sticky seed has made a permanent home inside of her uterus. Once he’s licked her clean, she leans forward and gazes upon her gaping hole. It looks as though her poor little pussy has been fisted!

“Holy shit, Mark, you really-MMMM!”

She’s cut off mid-sentence by her lover, who crawls closer, grips the back of her head and kisses her, though it’s not really a kiss. Marcus held onto a large mouthful of his own cum, which he promptly surrenders to her. It oozes into her mouth and begins coating her tongue.

“Mmmmmm-mmmhhhmmm!” She coos into their psuedo-kiss.

She wasn’t expecting his cum to taste so good! What is it about this AdvAnimal that she seems to crave?! From his scent to his sexual prowess, and even the size and shape of his penis, and now she discovers that his sperm is her new favorite snack. After finishing with her, Marcus leans on his side, his manhood finally falling limp. The large organ hangs to one side, pointing toward the floor and nearly touching the carpeting as he watches her with a proud smile on his face. Anna-Maria swallows several times before all of his cum is gone.

“Ahh!” She gasps, finally able to open her mouth without spilling it. “Wow, baby! You’re a kinky stud, aren’t you?!”

With a little smirk, Marcus merely shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ve changed my mind...” She coos, wriggling closer to him.

“Hmm?”

“I just might need you again, tonight.” She says, slipping her arms around his body and gazing at him with pure, unbridled lust.

Anna-Maria and Marcus snuggle on the floor until she becomes uncomfortable. When she complains about her desire to move into a bed but her inability to walk, Marcus, like a true gentleman, picks her up and carries her. He cradles her like a bride, taking her back to her bedroom, where he first waits on her by fetching her snacks and a drink, then returns so that they can watch TV and cuddle. Not only is he a stellar lover, he’s a sweetheart, too, when he wants to be. Snuggling up to him, Anna-Maria cannot help but wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship with an AdvAnimal, a serious and committed relationship. What would they look like as a retired, elderly couple? Would his fur go grey? The thought warms her heart, as much as it amuses her.

“I’m sorry, Mark...”

“Hmm?” He glances at her.

“About before... All those things I said. I didn’t mean them. I was just... I was so jealous, of you being with Millie!”

Marcus’ smile fades and the look of shame returns.

“I was so used to having you here that I took you for granted! You have needs, too, and so do I... I’ll fulfill your needs, if you fulfill mine.”

His smile returns.

“I want to be yours, Mark, all yours.”

He pulls her into a warm embrace, and after a little snuggle and a few kisses, Anna-Maria once again finds herself on her back, spreading her legs for yet another session with her stud. This time, however, Marcus is even more passionate, and as she squeals her way through an orgasm, she cries out “I love you!” It doesn’t phase him in the least, though it shocks the starlet, almost as much as his second load of cum. It’s nearly as big as the first! After two carnal sessions in barely three hours, the lovers fall fast asleep.

Waking up the next morning, Anna-Maria finally feels the true extent of their passion. The soreness is indescribable. It’s almost too painful to walk! How will she act now?! Can she make up an excuse or should she just ask for more personal time? Before she can do anything, her cell phone rings. Checking the screen, it’s Carmen, the lead make-up artist at the Studio, a personal friend of hers for the past two years.

“Hi, Carmen. What’s up?” The starlet greets her friend, glancing over to Marcus, who’s still fast asleep beside her.

“Hey! Did you hear what happened to Millie?!” She exclaims.

“No...” Anna-Maria grumbles, the jealousy returning. “And I don’t-”

“She was abducted!” Carmen continues, interrupting her.

“What?!” The starlet gasps.

“Uh-huh! The cops called the Studio offices about the time I walked in and asked if she was having any problems with anyone here, if she had a crazy ex-boyfriend and all that stuff!”

“What happened?!” A genuinely shocked and curious Anna-Maria asks, sitting upright in bed.

“I guess someone broke into her place and abducted her. The neighbors heard her screaming but they don’t know where she went. Her place was a mess! She just disappeared! It’s all over the news!”

“Wow...” The starlet can hardly believe what she’s hearing.

“Right?! We got the week off, to cope. I’m gonna go to the beach!” Carmen chirps. “What are you gonna do?! Want to come along? You can bring that handsome bodyguard of yours... Man, he makes me wish I had an AdvAnimal for myself!”

“Oh... I, uh... I think we might take some time to ourselves.”

“Aww, alright. Well, call me if you change your mind!”

“Okay... Buh-bye.”

Ending the call, Anna-Maria gently nibbles on a corner of her phone case. Recalling her talk with Greg, the guilt creeps in. Was whatever happened to Millie her fault?! She immediately places a call to her loyal Agent.

“Hey, kiddo!”

“Hi, Greg.”

“So, I heard that ‘problem’ was taken care of.” Greg immediately remarks.

“... That was you?!” She gasps.

“Well, not me_._ I called up the Execs after we got off the phone last night and explained your situation. They said they’d handle it. Looks like they did!” He explains.

“What happened to her?!”

“I don’t know.” He casually dismisses the question. “The problem’s fixed though, right?”

“Uh, yeah... I guess...” She murmurs, the guilt growing worse.

“Good! Anyway, the Studio is giving you all a week off to cope. I trust you and your ‘lover’ will enjoy yourselves.” He chuckles.

“Well, actually, about that...”

“Hmm?!”

“I maybe, sort’a took your advice last night...”

“Oh-ho!” He jovially exclaims. “I guess it isn’t an act anymore, huh?”

“Nope!” She chirps, the guilt instantly melting away.

“Well, in that case, you and your lover will definitely enjoy yourselves.”

“Oh, yeah!” She cannot help but boast.

“At a girl! Well, call me if you need any more help!”

“Okay. Buh-bye!”

After that moment, things took a turn. Her relationship with Marcus, though intense, passionate and very sexual, seemed somewhat one-sided. Anna-Maria’s feelings for the AdvAnimal grew, but she couldn’t help but notice Marcus’ wandering eye, so she insists on keeping him close. Her focus to keep her beloved AdvAnimal and his penis all to herself made it easy to forget about Melissa Sarapetti, who was never seen again. Lying in bed, having made love to her fox man for what must be the hundredth time, Anna-Maria lets out a happy sigh. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, she looks toward her lover, whom she’s had in her life for five months and been having sex with almost daily for two. He cocks his head as he watches her, flashing a rather innocent smile.

“Oh, I was just thinking.” She remarks.

“Hmm?”

“About our first time together... I was so stubborn, wasn’t I?”

“Heh... Mhm.” He nods in agreement.

“Well, not anymore.” She coos, slithering closer to her lover. “Marky?” She begins, reaching out a hand and softly rubbing his furry chest before moving toward his side.

“Hmm?”

“I’m so glad I Welcomed you. I fucking love you, baby, you know that?”

“Mmhhmm!” He nods.

“Not just this. Not just your big dick or your barrels of cum... I love you. I can’t live without you, baby. I love snuggling and when we pass notes. I love when you hold me and kiss me. I want to be your woman, forever.” She insists, her fingers coiling and gripping onto his side.

“...”

“... You love me, too, right?!”

After a short pause, Marcus nods again.

“Good, because if I’m going to keep growing this little guy...” She pauses to take her hand away from his side and pat her belly, which has yet to show the signs of her pregnancy. “I want you all to myself. All of you...”

“Mmm!” His smile widens and he drapes an arm over her.

Slipping his arms around her as the human starlet wriggles even closer, the lovers snuggle in their bed. It’s a pleasant moment, as it always is after they’ve had sex. There’s nothing quite like relaxing, taking a nap with your lover, after you’ve enjoyed multiple orgasms or cum inside of them. Marcus nuzzles her cheek and gives her a soft kiss as she rolls onto her side. Pressing her butt against his slimy, flaccid cock, Marcus adjusts his genitals so that he can sleep, slipping his endowment between her butt cheeks and pressing his drained balls against her thighs.

“I really drained them this time, huh?” She asks with pride.

“Mmmhmmm!” He hums through a relaxed sigh.

“Hehe! ... I wonder what our baby will look like?” She quietly thinks aloud, resting her head on his arm as she wriggles her body, pressing herself even further up against him.