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The wagon jostled as it crested the hill, rolling down from the mountains

Layla snorted as she woke. “Mrrmwuzzit?”

“Well said,” the smartass sitting next to her said

His name was Jaten, and he was a bullshitter almost of her caliber. Short and pretty in that young sort of way, but definitely not her type

“Eat shit,” said Layla, yawning. “We there?’

“No, and yes.” He pointed to the town. “Hyrak, the westernmost trading hub in the Green Reach.”

“I know what it is, dipshit,” Layla said, smirking as she punched his arm. “Been running freight here since I had peach fuzz.”

“Didn’t know you could grow a beard.”

She smirked. “I shave more than you, babyface.”

Jaten brushed his chin as they rolled across the flatland outside the walls of Hyrak. Layla smiled, she’d gotten herself a nice fat raise for finding that hung, gorgeous dipshit, so now she was going to do two things

Get herself two nice, thick, juicy slabs of meat; one for her belly, the other for her bed

Anon showed her a good time the other night, a man who can keep up with her was a rare thing, it was almost a shame to throw him to the bugs

But

Gold was gold, and if she wore out her manwhore tonight, she could just buy another

Later, at an inn

Layla’s eyes watched, glinting, as the tiplod steak was set down before her, the steam wafted off the meat as bled its own succulent juices. Layla took a deep breath through her nose, savoring the delicious smell, her mouth watering

“Like waving a piece of meat in front of a hungry dog!” Jaten said through a mouthful of a cheese-bun

“I don’t need to know how you find your girlfriends, Jaten,” Layla said, cutting into the steak. “It’s the ‘honey fiasco’ all over again!”

“It was a glory hole! I didn’t know what was on the other side!”

“And that time you fucked a statue?”

Jaten sighed and sat back. “That I don’t regret. Weird thing, though, the first time was, like, damn! I’d pay gold for that! But I went back there a few weeks later and… I dunno. I was just like fucking a woman, but that was all. Didn’t feel nearly as good.”

Layla snorted and plopped a strip of meat into her mouth. “You’ve never had mine.”

Jaten smirked at this. “That an offer?”

“Sorry, string-bean.” She laughed and cocked her head to the side, holding her fingers about eight inches apart. “Must be this tall to ride.”

Jaten winked and leaned in. “You’d be surprised.”

Layla chased her steak down with a mouthful of ale; she liked Jaten, and he carried himself like a guy hung to his knees, so maybe he wasn’t bullshitting this time

Still, she wasn’t in the mood for ‘maybe’. “Mmmmaybe later, like, say, if we get stuck in a pass and gotta keep warm. But tonight I want to know what I got before I spend the night.”

Jaten leaned back and shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Layla strolled down the street, smiling internally at the turning heads. She was a northern girl, with honey-bronze skin, glossy ink-black hair, and bright blue eyes. Years of hard labor and more than one immediate ancestor from the warrior tribes of the north gifted her with great height and hard, sinewy muscle well hidden by a curvaceous figure

So yeah, when a six-foot bombshell with tits like a goddess and and ass like a prize-winning pumpkin walks by looking for dick, you’re damn straight heads will turn

The brothel is pretty standard. Some lookers, for sure, but Layla decided she’s in the position to be choosy. Tall, handsome, or at least pretty, with a hard body and a big cock. She hadn’t been entirely serious with Jaten, a dick is a dick, but she felt like a big one tonight, something to really iron out the wrinkles

Anon had been, what, 10 inches?

Damn

She really had tossed some good hard fucking into that giant anthill

Oh well

Layla stood before the lineup at the brothel, pacing back and forth.

Pretty face, decent bod, but cut.

Pass

Another pretty boy, decent size, but soft in a cityboy way

Pass

Uncut, handsome, and chiseled, but obviously a sodomite

Pass

“Oooh, hellooo…”

Tall, dark hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Hard, working muscle, fading calluses. On top of all that, a nice-looking prick

Layla licked her lips and traced a finger down his taut abs. “Hey there, workin’ man. Care to earn your pay?”

He smirked in a roguish way that suggested this was a man who took pride in his work, and would work hard. “Did you have something specific in mind, ma’am? Plowing furrows? Pile driving… fenceposts?”

Charming asshole

Layla smiled and beckoned him to follow her out the door to the inn

Six hours later

Workin’ Man face screwed up and his pace increased, sweat dripping down his taut, muscular frame, panting in tandem with the loud claps of their hips smacking together. Layla moaned into the pillow, riding out her sixth climax that night

Workin’ Man had okay stamina, but his technique was pretty basic

Still, they’d been good ones

Workin’ Man begins to make that low grunting sound he makes when he’s close, his steely fingers digging into her taught, muscular rump as his pace increased, becoming erratic. Layla clenched around his long, girthy cock, allowing herself to be taken along for the ride, her own orgasm rolling over her in a warm, full-body wave

Her squeezing, spasming tunnel milked his cock, pulling from him his fifth climax that long, long night

With a sigh, he dismounted and rolled off her and onto the bed, panting. “Earn my pay yet?”

Layla huffed contentedly and rolled over, pawing at the bag on the side-table. “Sure have. Here.”

Ten silver moths clinked as the were dropped onto his heaving, muscular chest. He smiled and gathered up the coinage, squirreling the coins away into his purse. “Glad to be of service, ma’am.”

Layla smiled and looked at him over his shoulder, jangling her still-full purse. “Plenty more where that came from, stud.”

He visibly blanched, the high healthy color of his previous exertion bled away. “Are you serious?”

She laughed, turning away from him, frowning. “I guess not.”

Layla pondered her purse for a moment, contemplating going out and getting a fresh lad for her bed, weighing it against possibly a few more good meals like she’d had earlier. ‘Eat or fuck? Decisions, decisions…’

Just then a strange yapping sounded from outside, high pitched moans and sorta-words peppering the squeaky, shrill cacophony

Layla clapped her hands over her ears. “What the shit is that racket?”

“Scavs fuckin’ in the alley,” Workin’ Man yawned, rolling over in the bed. “They do this every night. You get used to it.”

Layla arched an eyebrow, she’d heard scavs fuck before, this sounded like one was having a fit while another fucked it. She turned back to inquire further, but the low snores coming from her bed buddy put those questions to rest

“Fuck.”

Layla rolled over and set down to bed, wrapping the pillow around her head to drown out the apparently world-ending dicking the scav outside her window was getting. At least someone was getting what they wanted tonight!

She huffed and closed her eyes, Scavs rarely lasted for more than a few minutes, she’d be asleep before long

Three hours later

It was some ungodly time in the morning and Layla was ready to kill something

She grit her teeth, pillow wrapped firmly around her head

She was right, of course. The scavs only lasted about five minutes a round, a yipping, squeaky peal would announce the pitcher’s climax and things would go quiet, save for a few hushed words and heady, dazed giggles. Then, about a minute later, they started back up again!

Part of her was impressed, but a bigger part of her wanted to not be awake and thinking about how horny she was, literally stewing in her own juices while a limp-dicked whore snored like a baxxid beside her

The racket stopped once again and Layla unwrapped the pillow from her head, straining to listen. Pitchy little scav voices sounded from the alley, there was always something about their cheerful, chirruping little voices that she found undeniably charming, although at that particular moment, not so much

“–ink we’re wakin’ da humans?”

“Who cares?”

Squeaky scav-laughter ensued, which quickly devolved into moans, pants, and cries

That did it

Layla jumped out of bed, threw on her undergarments, and stormed out the door

Scavs are notoriously hard to sneak up on, their attention spans were so short it was almost like they were paying attention to everything at once

Except when they were humping, or watching others hump

Either way, Layla found something viscerally, predatorily satisfying in slowly approaching the pair of squirming ratbirds, their squeaks and yelps even sharper and more annoying up close

With the slow, deliberate movements of a cat, that seamless sort of motion that wouldn’t trigger their peripheral vision, her hand extended out

A quick step and snap of the elbow and her steely fingers were wrapped around the pitcher’s throat, hauling him backwards. He loosed a reedy, high-pitched scream, instantly breaking off into a croak as she squeezed. She yanked him off the other scav with a perplexingly loud, wet pop

She loomed over the other ratbird, waiting for him to dart away, cocking her head when he didn’t

The little scav was limp on the ground, eyes glazed and distant, blinking slowly as he came to. He was the typical sort of ‘receptive’ yinglet, short muzzle, frilly clothes, round ears, the works. It was then that she noticed that his tiny dick was poking out, not surprising, considering what she’d interrupted. No, what was surprising was that the funny little slit their pricks usually poke out of was open, gaping and glistening in the moonlight

She looked over at the squirming critter in her hand and gasped as the already wilting, receding organ. It was pink, thick, and maybe six and a half inches long, then four, then two, then it was gone

How long had it been pulling back?

How big–?!

The catcher-scav’s eyes finally focused and snapped open in shock. “Uh!”

Layla looked down at him, eyebrow arched, a scowl on her flawless face. “Fuck off.”

The little pillowbiter scampered off in a wide and wobbly stride that would have been amusing were her mind not on other things. To Layla’s surprise, about a dozen other scavs scrambled out of the alley, following after the slut

No, wait

Things were backwards here

All the runners were femboys, catchers, and the scav feebly clawing at the hand around his windpipe was most certainly a lad, biggish with a long snout and pointy ears

And an apparently enormous cock

They were lining up for him

She was suddenly taken with an unshakable urge, no, a conviction: she needed to investigate

To experiment

For science, or something

She stormed through the doors with the scav in hand, she got a few words of protest here and there, but the gleam in her eye and the snarl on her face quickly quashed any further pressing of the issue

Layla opened the door to her room and tossed the scav onto a nearby chair. She grabbed the flagon of water, poured a cup, and splashed it on the sleeping gigilo

“Whuh! Huh?!” Workin’ Man sputtered

“Out,” said Layla, gathering up his clothes. “Thanks for the fun, but I sleep better with the bed to myself.”

Workin’ Man caught his clothes as she shoved them into his arms, still waking up as she started shoving him out the door. “What? Oh, okay? Uh… hey! What’s the scav doin’ in here?!”

Layla smiled at him, a catlike, predatory gleam in her eyes. “Kept me up all night with that racket. He’s gonna find out that actions have consequences.”

Workin’ Man smiled with malicious amusement, chuckling thickly. “Heh heh! Hey, scav! You have fun now, y’hear! This bitch is crazy!”

The scav whimpered and fidgeted as the door slammed shut, a wooden stave clacked in place, locking it. Layla spun about, face dark in the lamp-light as she made her way towards the terrified ratbird

She looked him up and down, he was a normal-looking yinglet, big pink eyes, long snout, big silly ears, one with a notch. His fur coat was brown, with a a white patch on his belly and in between his eyes, and looked incredibly soft

“Oh please-please no, miss big human lady! Not to hurt Bakki, please-please no!” ‘Bakki’ cried, cringing away as she loomed over him. “I is sorry! Bakki is so-so sorry! Will never wake up miss big sopretty human lady ever, ever again! Oh no no no!”

“Shaddup.” Layla growled, lightly swatting his snout. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Bakki sniffled, an utterly pathetic look of hope on his face. “N-no? Not h-hurt me?”

“Not if you do what I say, when I say it.”

Bakki’s ears shot straight up, a huge joyous smile on his admittedly adorable face as he sat straight up, his pink eyes wide as he looked up at her. “Yes!

Anyzhing, anyzhing! Bakki will be a so-good boy for zhe sopretty human lady! I will do whatever zhe so-so-SOpretty human lady says, yes-yes! So… so… sopretty…”

His expression went from that of relieved joy to what was unmistakably a leer, her cotton undershirt was thin, low-cut but still straining to contain her sizable bust, and from his point of view he was no doubt getting a full view of her head-turning rack

“A VERY sopretty human lady…” Bakki muttered

Aaaand he’s a human-chaser

Good

Good?

Layla felt her heart begin to pound, a familiar warm flush spread through her

Was she really about to do this?

She felt her nipples harden, poking out of her flimsy cotton top

Yes

“You know who’s boss, that’s good,” she said, trying to keep the nascent huskiness out of her voice. “So. You’ve kept me up all night, yeah?”

His hands shot to his mouth, a crease of worry back in his brow. “Oh no! Bakki did not mean to do zhis! I’s just–”

“That’s just it, Bakki,” Layla said, looming over him, her smile not at all friendly. “YOU kept me up ALL night, for hours. Just little ol’ you, wasn’t it? Just you.”

Bakki started to tremble, backing up into the chair, shaking his head. “No no no! Not just Bakki! You saw all zhe ozhers! You did, you did! So so many ozhers! Not just Bakki!”

“But they were there for you, only you and all of them, all night, right?”

“Y-yes?”

“All of them, there for you,” she said, hands on either arm of the chair, leaning over him now in such a way that she was sure he was getting a full view. “Why?”

“Y-you saw…” he muttered, eyes transfixed on what loomed over him. “A-all the fancy-lads all night, every night, because of…”

“Of…?”

“You saw! You saw!”

“Oh-ho?” Layla crooned, shifting her shoulders just enough, feeling the taut fabric pull over her right nipple, the rigid little bud slipping as she felt her breasts slip free of the confines of her undershirt, still contained but now fully exposed to the wide, staring eyes of the transfixed yinglet. “What did I see?”

“M-my pecker,” said Bakki, a blush forming in his ears. “Y-you saw, yes you did!!”

Was he embarrassed about it?

“Cock.”

“What?”

She held her thumb and forefingers apart some inches. “This is a pecker. That slut in the alley, he had a pecker. You don’t got a pecker.”

He cocked his head, confused. “I-I don’t?”

“What I saw was no pecker, I’m not sure what I saw.” She leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you show me?”

Bakki cocked his head to one side, clearly confused. “How can Bakki show you what he does not know he has?”

Layla paused, something had gone sideways in this exchange. “What? No. Just, uh, just show me your pecker.”

This seemed to confuse the poor scav even more. “But Bakki does not have a pecker! You said! You said!”

Layla sighed and shook her head. “No, that’s not–”

“What if… what if Bakki never even HAD a pecker!”

With this revelation, Bakki fell into a sort of trance, his eyes staring in different directions, mouth hanging open. Layla rolled her eyes and got down on her knees, the time for talk had passed

Her hand drifted down to between his legs, searching through the soft fluffy fur until they came upon a soft, warm dimple. She ran her finger upon and down the narrow cleft, slowly pushing her fingers in, probing. She smiled at Bakki’s response, his eyes snapped into focus, his mouth closing with an audible ‘clop’, his legs swinging shut on her hand, his feet grabbing her wrist as though he had any hope of fending her off

“W-what?”

She pushed her fingers in deeper until she felt what she was looking for, the pointy, rubbery tip of his cock, tracing it with her fingertips. Bakki gasped and twitched, she could feel his fluttery little heartbeat from within his dickpocket, his member engorging like a bladder full of hot scav blood. Layla pushed his legs apart and pressed her face into his crotch-fluff, tracing his slit with her tongue, making him squeak

She could smell the love-stink of the other scavs matted into his soft, silky fur

She… kinda liked it?

“M-Miss, uh, miss… miss sopretty lady!” Bakki squawked. “W-what are you doin’?”

Layla answered by taking the tip of his emerging organ and wrapping her lips around it, pressing her mouth against the slit, licking the rapidly shrinking space between his dickpocket and throbbing, enlarging member. His cock extended to the back of her molars before it seemed to get stuck, the skin of his dickpocket drawn tight around his considerable thickness. She pursed her lips and began to work up and down the thick tapered tip already out, three inches long and maybe two wide

“Ooh! Oooooh! M-miss sopretty lady! Zhat f-feels s-so–Ah!”

There was a sound not unlike a piece of twine snapping and Bakki sighed with relief

Layla’s eyes snapped open wide as a hot, slick mass surged into her mouth and almost half-way down her throat before stopping, stretching her jaws wide open. Not to say that’s all there was, just all she could take. Layla’s eyes bugged out at the thick, hot, pink mass between the soft fuzzy belly and her face. She could feel his heartbeat through her teeth, her tongue, her throat. He was filling her up, and he wasn’t even all in

Layla felt her stomach lurch and she ripped herself off him, coughing up long strands of thick, ropey spit and something else she assumed was scav dick-slime

‘Huh… guess I still have a gag reflex!’ Layla thought, wiping off her chin. “Gimme a little heads-up before… you… cock.”

Bakki sat back in the chair, chest heaving. Sprouting from his crotch, reaching up, up, up across his belly was at least ten inches of thick, red scav meat. It looked absurdly huge compared to his scrawny ratbird body. It was a strangely featureless thing, smooth and slick, red and throbbing like a sprain, three inches thick at the base, tapering down to a blunt tip, an inch across

“Cock?” Bakki said, looking a little dazed. “Is zhat what Bakki has? Cock?”

Layla said nothing. Instead, she got to her feet, scooped Bakki out of the chair, and tossed him bodily into the bed

“Weeee!! Ha ha ha ha!” Bakki cackled, clapping both pairs of hands. “Again! Again! Ag–”

A swathe of cotton hit him straight in the face, silencing him. Bakki pulled the cotton off his face, his jaw dropping as Layla crawled towards him on the bed, her perfect breasts bare and hanging, her underpants already around her knees as she crawled out of them

“Oh, that’s right,” she purred, smiling as his eyes followed her breasts as they swayed before him. “Again and again and again.”

Bakki’s eyes darted back and forth before, confused, before finally, a light went on

A big smile spread across his face. “Are we gonna hump, miss sopretty lady?”

“Call me Layla,” Layla said, grabbing his obscene cock and giving it a lick. “And what do you think?”

“…Yyyyyyeeeees?” He ventured

She smiled, this little idiot was adorable. “That’s right! Very good, Bakki!”

“Can… can I…” Bakki stared at her chest. “Touch ‘em?”

Layla smiled and reared up, pressing her large, perky tits together towards the spellbound yinglet. Bakki cooed as reached out, his soft, padded hands pressing into her soft, warm flesh. He began to press and squeeze, massaging them, little fingers digging in, disappearing.

“So soft… so so soft and pretty,” he said, huskily. “I wanna I wanna, uh, I wanna do to ‘em!”

“You wanna what? Ah!” Layla bit her lip, sighing as his little fingers found her nipples, pinch them

“Hard bits! Hee hee! Miss Layla likes zhe hard bits! I like zhe hard bits too!” Bakki stooped forward and pressed his face into her chest, squeezing her breasts around his face, his breathing becoming heavy, uneven. Panting, hot huffing breaths onto Layla’s bare, blushing skin, huge cock pressed against her belly

‘He’s so warm,’ Layla thought as the little yinglet luxuriated on her body ‘Especially his dick… I wonder how it’s going to feel’

A hot, rough little tongue slide up her breast, coming to rest on her nipple, pulling the sensitive nub between two sharp little teeth. “Taste so so gooooood, Miss Layla! You taste so so gooooood!”

“You really like my tits, dontcha, li’l guy?”

“Bakki loooves human boobies!” He gurgled, only his snout visible from between her cleavage as he pressed her breasts around his head. “Loves loves loves ‘em! I wanna do to em! I wanna!”

“What do you want to do to ‘em, Bakki?”

“Eveerrrythiiiiiing!” He croons, the sheer lust in his voice giving her goosepimples

She grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him close, laying him down under her as she pressed her tits down on him, pinning him face to face with her, grinning. “Eveerrrythiiiiiiing?”

“Miss Layla?”

Layla rolled over, taking him with her, sitting him on her belly, the tip of his huge red cock nestled between her tits. She reached up and squeezed her breasts together, wrapping his flesh in hers

Bakki threw his head back and groaned, throatily. “Ooohhh… oh, Miss Layla!”

“Hump ‘em Bakki!” Layla said, grinning. “Hump the fuck outta my tits!”

Bakki lurched forward, all four hands grabbing different places, looking desperately for purchase. As soon as they found it he hilted his shaft in her soft, warm flesh. His hips moved like a woodpecker, his thick red meat a hot wet slab jackhammering between her breasts, the clear coat of slime it seemed to produce making her cleavage slick and frictionless, the smell of it, musky and rank, rose up and hit her in the face right along with his cocktip. It reached up, smearing a clear trail of slime up the side of her face. She ran her along it, sampling it, tasting it. Musky, acrid, sharp

She really liked it

“M-m-Miss Layla!” Bakki stammered, huffing, ears flat back. “Bakki’s gonna! I-I’m gonna! Eeee! EEEE! EEEEEEYYA!”

Instinctively, Layla opened her mouth, thick, sticky white bubbled up from between her breasts, squirting out and pooling around her neck. Bakki thrust forward, his cock bursting from her cleavage, long ropes of cum spurting from its tip, a seemingly endless series of spasms, crisscrossing her face, spraying into her mouth

‘Holy SHIT! And this is after a whole night of fucking?!’ Layla thought, swallowing the hot sticky mess. ‘Hmm! Not bad! Spunk is spunk, but I was expecting… scav-spunk.’

Bakki panted and huffed, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “Zhat was… I has never-never cum like zhat before! You are sopretty and so-booby zhat… wooof… Bakki needs a second.”

He looked down and admired his work, almost wondrous, no doubt pleased with himself that he got to mark a beautiful human woman with his seed. Bakki’s expression shifted into mortified shock. “Oh no! Oh no no no! I has made such a messy mess on zhe proud Miss Layla! Do not worry! Bakki will clean!”

‘Careful Layla,’ she thought. ‘If he gets any cuter, you may just have to take him with you.’

The little yinglet dutifully set about lapping the still-warm spunk from Layla’s breasts, taking the opportunity to bask in them as he did. He made his way up to her face, gently licking her clean

“What a little gentleman!” Layla chuckled

When he was done, Bakki stared at her, a hard blush burning in his ears, he looked almost stunned

“What? What is it?”

“Miss Layla is beautiful,” said Bakki, his tone hushed. “She’s zhe most beautiful… anyzhing Bakki’s ever seen. Ever-ever.”

Layla felt her heart skip, a blush flared, her face turning a ruddy shade of red. “Y-you little–I–you–”

Layla grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him close, kissing him on the mouth

It didn’t really work, since his mouth was shaped like a spout and he had that stupid tooth in the way, but Bakki got the message and turned his head, lapping at her lips, their tongues meeting, wrestling

She broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. “Fuck me, Bakki. Fuck me until you can’t fuck anymore.”

Bakki looked worried. “But… Bakki’s never not been able to–”

She picked him up spread her long, shapely legs, placing him between them, his hot, glistening cock resting on her mound, its dripping tip filling up her belly button with scalding precum

“Then fuck me until I can’t fuck anymore.” She stroked the top of his head, running her hand down the back of his neck, grabbing a handful of his wonderfully soft fur. “Fuck me right into the ground, you hung little stud.”

Bakki’s eyes went wide, then narrowed, sharp and predatory. “Bakki can do zhis. Oh yes yes!”

He drew back, dragging his hard, hot cock over Layla’s shaved mound, leaving slick trail of clear juice on her belly. He ground the bottom of it against her hard, flushed clit, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her body, he giggled at her sharp little gasps. Bakki stopped and stared at her open, waiting sex, panting as his dick twitched in anticipation. He pressed the tapered, dripping tip of his cock against her flesh, feeling body tense as a needy gasp escaped her lips. Bakki smiled, taking obvious pleasure in making her wait, his four hands gripping the sheets

“Bakki…” Layla began, craning her neck to look down at him. “Wh–”

Bakki lunged forward, burying himself deep into her hot, wet tunnel. Layla threw her head back and moaned, she’d been limbered up by her expensive and, comparatively, very inadequate purchase, accepting his long, thick cock all the way to the base. Layla prided herself on her ability to take just about any man, but this little scav’s giant cock was shaped like a cone, relatively narrow at the tip, making entry easy, but was thick, so damn thick, at the base. The tip was buried somewhere deep in her belly while the base stretched her lips as wide as they would go! Layla panted and gasped, he was hot like a fever, a slick spire radiating exquisite, delicious warmth throughout her innards. The heat pulsed through her, setting her nerves on edge

Bakki chuckled and ground into his giant lover. “Miss Layla is soooo tight! No so warm as the fancylads, but sooo nice and soft! And deep! The lads need me to go so slow, but Miss Layla is so so big and deep and wet! Bakki fits! Bakki fits so gooooood!”

Layla groaned and gently wrapped her legs around her tiny lover. “Fuck, that’s a cock!”

“Bakki has a cock, yes?” Bakki said, laying down atop her, resting his head between her heaving bosom. “I will hump–no–I will fuck Miss Layla until she can’t fuck no more! Oh yes! Yes yes yes!”

Layla cried out as he withdrew from her before slamming back in. She reached down and grabbed his wildly bucking hips, moaning as he hilted himself in her again and again. She looked down, drinking in the dazed, half-lidded expression on Bakki’s face, the sheer adoration on his face causing a strange warmth to blossom in her chest, complimenting the inhumanly hot presence currently rampaging in her belly. She felt a familiar rising sensation, a building tension like that approached like a wave, surging, cresting. Layla wrapped her arms and legs around the hammering, squeaking yinglet, crushing him close to her, pressing her heaving, sweaty bosom around his head

Bakki’s orgasmic cries were muffled by the tits presently enveloping his head ceased thrusting, simply grinding his hips into hers, stirring his cock deep inside her. A final twitch and a huge surge of thick, impossibly hot spunk flooded her deepest parts. This new sensation, this new, spreading warmth, was too much, Layla cried out as her pussy spasmed around the huge intruder, her own clear juices spraying out, matting Bakki’s crotchfur.

Bakki reared up yanked his still-erupting cock out of her, sending splashes of white hot spunk splattering across her tits and belly

Bakki huffed and puffed, admiring his work, her body marked with his seed, her sex open and filled to the brim, its spasms pumping his cum out in thick rivulets, pooling on the mattress

Layla moaned and whimpered as aftershocks wracked her perfect body. “Miss Layla?”

“Y-yes?” She panted as stars still flashed behind her eyes, she hadn’t cum that hard in a good long while. “What it is?”

“Does Miss Layla need to rest?”

Layla smiled wryly at the smirking ratbird; smug little shit. “You stop when I tell you, and not before.”

“Oh yes yes!” Bakki chuckled, a surprisingly worldly sound from the little scatterbrain. “Not before.”

1st hour

Layla moaned throatily, arms holding her legs up and around her head as the little yinglet smashed his hips down into hers like a hyperactive clockwork, the wet slaps of their bodies colliding filled the room like lewd applause. This wonderful position allowed even modestly endowed men to reach that sweet spot in the back, Bakki reached that spot halfway in and just kept going, his thick base stretching her cunt even more than before

It hurt so good

“Haa haaah!” Bakki moaned, his little stilt hands pressing into her tits, squeeze, luxuriating in their softness as he hammered her tight, wet depths. Feeling his climax approaching, he pressed his hips down as hard as he could. His tapered cocktip kissing the firm, smooth thing at the back of her sex, pressing into its dimpled surface. Layla went rigid as another orgasm gripped her body, her pussy clenching and milking his shaft as he buried it deep.

“Heee! Eeee! EEEYA!!”

Layla threw her head back as more of that wonderfully hot cum painted her insides, even in her post-orgasmic haze she could swear that she felt the seed push deeper this time, a separate mass of heat radiating its warmth deep inside her belly, inside her very core, triggering another, screaming climax

Bakki grunted and pulled his cock out with a lewd slurp, once again spraying his remaining jizz upon her spasming belly and shiny, sweat-slicked tits

As Layla slowly regained her senses, he rubbed the spunk all over her breasts. “Mine mine mine! Bakki’s big beautiful boobies! Mine mine mine!”

Layla smirked and reached up, grabbing his cock and pulling him forward by it. “Mine mine mine! Layla’s big beautiful cock! Mine mine mine!”

“Bakki has a cock!” Bakki cheered, looking honored

Layla smiled wryly, eyebrow. “Do you, now? That chump from before, he had a cock. This… this is something else.”

Bakki did that thing again, his eyes growing distant as his mouth hung open. “Bakki… Bakki has… A BIG pecker!”

Layla laughed and drew him into a crushing hug. “That’s what it is, then!”

3rd hour

“OooohOOOH FUCK!” Layla cried as Bakki took her from behind

He pulled his cock out as a spray of clear lady-cum soaked it and his belly. He lapped up the excess off her and prepared to reinsert when her hand wove up between her legs, blocking her sex. “Whoa who whoa! Hold up, Big Pecker.”

“Miss Layla is tired,” he said, amused. “Bakki understands.”

She rose up and turned around, towering over him. “Smartass! Don’t you worry, I’m doing fine, critter! I just need to give the ol’ kitty a breather.”

“What is a ‘breazher’?” Bakki asked, very clearly not looking her in the eyes. “Zhat is mouzh-fun, yes?”

Layla grinned as an idea took hold. “Something like that.”

She plucked him off the bed and slammed him against the wall

“M-Miss Layla?!” Bakki sputtered. “W-why is you–”

He was silenced by Layla pressing her tits together and pinning him to the wall. Bakki squirmed, his airway squeezed partially shut. Layla pressed in some more, her breasts enveloping his snout

“This is a ‘breazher’,” Layla said, chuckling as he squirmed, his cock throbbing and twitching against her taut, flat belly. “Having fun?”

His movements became more frantic, desperate, clutching and kicking at her. His movements became less and less animated, his arms falling to his side. Layla waited a few agonizing seconds before easing up, his snout emerging from her cleavage. Bakki took a huge, ragged gulp of air, his cock tensing and twitching as the air rushing into his body

“Oh! Ooooh! EEEEEYAA!!”

A hot surge of cum erupted from Bakki’s cock, painting the underside of her breasts and his belly. Layla raised his head up out of her breasts, lifting him up by the arms. Bakki moaned and twitched, his cock painting her tits. She squeezed them back together around his shaft, watching with wonder as spunk bubbled up from between her cleavage, a stray spurt catching her across the face before finally tapering off

“Whoa HO!” Layla crooned as the cum dripped down her bare flesh. “That was a big one! Guess you like the ‘breazher’, huh?”

Bakki’s head rolled back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Looooove zhe breazher. More breazher…”

Layla scooped some of the cum off her left breast and slurped it up, she was really developing a taste for this stuff; she wanted more. “Oh, I got all kinds of shit to show you, Bakki.”

6th hour

For once, Layla was uncertain

She’d taken it up the ass before, but wasn’t too crazy about it. The dicks would alway catch or rub on something, and with only olive oil on hand they could only get so slick

But Bakki was different, his big pecker was practically always excreting some kinda clear slime, and it was slick as eels fucking. Not to mention his cock was nice and narrow at the tip

“Up zhe bad hole?” Bakki said, sounding unsure. “Is Miss Layla sure about zhis?”

“Quick! Before I change my mind!”

Bakki took a moment to admire the view, her full round rear poised and open before him. Bakki spread her cheeks and lined himself up with the clean, winking pucker before him, pressing the tip of his cock against it. He pressed in, the slick film on his cock lending a sheen to the dark flesh. The tight, twitching ring of muscle yielded to his hot, hard pressure. Layla moaned, even his tip felt huge! Bakki groaned, it was different from her pussy, still warm and wet, but there was this strong, clenching muscle gripping his shaft, and beyond it was a soft, smooth caressing mass of flesh

He needed more

Bakki gripped her hips and pulled himself forward, gasping in pleasure as he pushed himself further in, halfway now

“Oooh Goooood…” Layla exhaled, eyes clenching shut, hands gripping the soggy sheets

It didn’t feel bad or good, really, just weird. “Uhh… nope. Bakki, it’s not working. Pull out.”

Bakki’s eyes snapped open, he didn’t want to pull out! This new hole felt incredible!

He needed to figure out how to make Miss Layla feel good too!

Thinking back on what he’d learned all night, he licked his paw and reached down, firmly pressing his soft handpad against her clit and began to rub in little circles

“Oh? Ooooh…” Layla smirked and chuckled. “H-having too much fun back there? I’d l-love to show you how to flick a bean, but not with a dick in my ass. Get on out of there.”

Bakki’s mind raced, how could he make her feel good to?

Wait

His mouth hung open, his eyes went unfocused

Miss Layla had this spot near the back of her pussy that make her squirt all that tasty lady-juice. That was still inside her right? But, like, on the other side?

He angled his cock down and pulled out a bit before pushing back in, his tip jabbing her pussy from the outside. He smiled when he felt his cock brush against that firm button in the back, garnering a surprised moan from Layla

“A-aah! Oh! Hold on!” Layla grunted. “That! Keep doing that!”

Bakki picked up his pace, now three quarters of they way in, her asshole now slick and shiny with his lubricant. He glided in and out, aiming his cock so that he hit that sweet spot over and over again, pushing past it and deep into her guts

Layla moaned and panted, helpless before the inexplicable jolts of pleasure racing through her, the itching, burning pressure of her stretched ring and the fever-hot organ sliding in and out of her ass. These simultaneous sensations clumped together someplace deep in her core, a building, surging tension that was at once familiar and strange. She grit her teeth, her toes curling

Something was coming

Wait

She was cumming!

Layala cried out as the tension inside her released, seizing her body with waves of pleasure that radiated out in slow, exultant pulses, soaking Bakki’s tail with an explosive squirt of girl-cum

Stars popped behind her eyes as she lay face down on the soggy, sticky sheets, panting hoarsely, dimly aware that Bakki had placed his feet on her asscheeks and hooked his hands around her hips and was now hammering into her. His whole cock slide in and out in long, fast thrusts, no longer aiming to please, caught up in his own pleasure. Bakki’s own climax was announced by a shrill, keening cry and a surge of hot, sticky cum splattering her innards, filling her guts with that wonderful, addicting warmth

Layla caught her breath and mumbled, satisfied. “W-whoa… fuck. You got me to c-cum from my ass… you’re amazing, Bakki!”

Bakki sighed and laid down on her back, head resting between her shoulder blades. “I’s amazin’?”

Layla rolled onto her side, Bakki now spooning her

“No human man’s ever hung in with me like you have, Bakki!” Layla reached over and pulled his head in under her armpit where she could look him in the eye. “You’re a damned miracle!”

His eyes went huge and wet, as though he were about to cry. “B-Bakki is?”

Layla leaned down and kissed him on the snout. “Bakki is. Now, why don’t you do that a few more times? I wanna see how many times I can cum back there.”

Bakki smiled and clapped. “Oh yes yes yes! Bakki will make Miss Layla cum so so many more times, from so SO many places! Oh yes yes yes!”

Layla chuckled and rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to knock him down a peg when he hilted himself in her ass, his cock jabbing and rubbing her deep-spot with his length

All that came out of Layla’s mouth was. “Oouuuughaaawd…”

8th hour

Layla got up from the bed, the little yinglet next to her snoring softly. She strolled across the dark room, the morning sun shining in under the window shutters

She swung the shutters open and basked in the newly risen sun, her pert, perfect breasts still slick with sweat and seed

She felt tired, bone-tired and, for once in her life, she felt like she was truly shagged out

She smiled as she watched the various people mill about on the street below, for the first time in a long while she didn’t have so much as a twinge of that squirming, anxious energy that drove her to seek new thrills, new sensations

She felt calm

She also felt more than a little filthy

Layla pulled on the rope on the wall, which rang a little bell on the first floor. Before long, one of the inn’s maids knocked on the door, her nose curling at what must have smelled like sweat, musk, and half a gallon of old spunk. Layla requested breakfast and a sponge-bath

She passed Bakki a little cup of ale and a sizable strip of tiplod jerky. “Zhank you, Miss Layla. Zhis hard meat is so so tasty and salty.”

She watched as he broke up the jerky into little pieces, putting them in his mouth and washing them down with a splash of ale, apparently not needing to chew. “What’re you doing here, Bakki?”

He swallowed and blinked. “I… is humpin’ Miss Layla lots and lots?”

She chuckled and pat him on the head. “Yes, you are. But I mean, what are you doing in this city? I know most yinglets live in their enclaves, but the ones in the cities are exiles, kicked out for whatever reason. You an exile, Bakki?”

He looked at his feet and nodded, his expression crestfallen, draining his cup in a single draught. “Zhe matriarch in my old home wanted me to do zhe breeding wizh zhe ladies because I gots a big pecker and zhey all wants it. But zhe patriarchs… zhey didn’t like zhat zhe Matriarch wanna breed me wizh zhe ladies. So zhey had zheir lads chase me away wizh spears. So, Bakki is here wizh all zhe fancylads.”

Layla watched him get lost in his simple little head, staring at his cup in contemplation. Part of her felt bad for the little shit

Oh well, if he hadn’t been given the boot, he wouldn’t be here, fucking her into an early grave

Still… part of her just wanted to… maybe…

She put her hand on his shoulder. “Bakki, don’t feel bad.”

Bakki’s expression shifted to that of total joy in a second. “Okay!”

‘Damn, it’s that easy for them, huh?’ Layla chuckled and shook her head. “I envy you, you cute little shithead.”

“You does?”

She nodded, scooting her full, round rump closer to him. “Oh yeah! You’re cute, you’re happy, you fuck like a damned legend. You’re just fucking… uh… splendid!”

A huge, bright smile spread across Bakki’s adorable face. “Bakki is splendid?! I’s never been splendid before!”

She stroked the back of his neck, there was something about his pure, innocent joy that filled her with a strange warm feeling, like being a little drunk but without the fuzzy-headedness. She felt like she could talk to him about anything, share anything, she just wanted to…

Keep him

Bakki turned to look at her, backdropped by the golden light pouring in through the window. “I love you, Miss Layla.”

Layla gasped as her heart began to flutter in her chest, a rosy blush burning in her cheeks

“You are so so nice and big and strong. You make Bakki feel… feel… feel like Bakki isn’t just a big pecker, like I’s a good, splendid yinglet. I’s so so happy being wizh you, Miss Layla!”

Layla blinked, suddenly aware that she was gaping at him. “B-Bakki…”

A knock sounded at the door. “Bath!”

The bath consisted of two buckets, one empty, the other full of hot water, powdered soap, a large towel, and a sponge. Layla laid out the towel and wet her hair, combing out her long, black locks. Using the sponge, she moisturized her skin and, applying the powdered soap, worked about lathering the suds up all over her body. The accumulated grime from hours of hot, sticky sex melted away from her body, sucked up by the sponge and wrung out into the empty bucket. Once she was clean he looked over at Bakki, who was giving his crotch a lick, attempting to disinter the matted fur from his belly with his tongue

“C’mere, you.” Layla reached over and plucked him off the ground, plopping him down on the towel between her legs. “Let’s scrub ya up.”

She wet the sponge and got to work, sudsing up the wet, sticky fur. She ran her fingers through his fur, noticing how matted and filthy he was all over, most of it her sweat. She looked over at her purse, still full of silver

It didn’t take the maids too long to haul the tub up the stairs, but Layla had to pay extra for that much hot water, essentially buying it back from the other people in the inn

She ignored the disapproving looks from the staff as they changed out her truly soiled sheets and set about cleaning off her little friend, sitting in the bath with him between her legs, hot water up to her waist

“Ooohhoooo…” Bakki purred as she poured the warm, steaming water over his head. “Zhat feels niiice…”

She scrubbed the suds into his fur, rinsing it out with a splash of water as she combed the knots out. “So, Bakki. I’ve been thinking.”

He turned back to face her. “Zhinking? About what, Miss Layla?”

“I’ll be leaving soon, Bakki. Going back to Val Salia through the mountains.”

Bakki turned away from her, crestfallen. “Oh… but, you will be back, yes? You will come back to town and visit Bakki, yes?”

She nodded, smiling. “That’s right, I will be back. But that’s not what I was thinking about.”

“No?”

Layla shook her head. “If I leave you here, you’ll just go back to banging sluts in an alley, or worse, some other lady will find out how splendid you are and take you for herself. We can’t have that, can we?”

Bakki’s eyes darted back and forth, unsure. “Uhhh… nnnnoooooo?”

“That’s right, Bakki, nnnnoooooo we can’t.” She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his nose. “That’s why you’re coming with me.”

Bakki cocked his head, confused. “But Bakki has been cummin’ wizh you all night?”

“No, I mean–”

“See, you can tell when all zhat sticky white stuff comes out,” said Bakki. “I like to cum on your boobies! Doing zhat makes me happy!”

She picked him up out of the water, turned him around, and planted him back down between her legs. “You’re coming back with me to Val Salia, Bakki. You’ll live with me in my house and travel with me on wagons. You’re mine now, yes?”

Bakki gasped, his pink eyes wide with shock, tears welling up in his eyes. “Y-you mean it? I’s will be-be inna house wizh a roof? I’s will be warm at night and eat food every day?”

Layla gently drew the weeping yinglet into a warm embrace, pressing his head against her warm, wet bosom. “You got it, Bakki. Roof, food, bed, the works. Aaaaaand…”

She pressed her breasts together around Bakki’s face, his eyes darting between Layla’s eyes and her tits. “You’ll earn it all of course.”

“Of course,” Bakki said, his voice husky and full of need. “Bakki will so SO earn Miss Layla’s love, when ever she wants for as long as she wants because Bakki loves her!”

Layla felt her heart skip once more, why was this little critter’s naked affection so intoxicating?

She felt something poking into her belly, something hot and hard

Might as well make this arrangement official

Later

Layla grunted as she hoisted a large roll of textiles onto her shoulder, walking over to a wagon

“Layla!” Called a familiar voice. “Hey!”

She turned around to see Jaten as he wove his way around loaders and tiplod tenders. “Oh, hey Jaten!”

Jaten framed her face with his fingers. “Look at you! Glowing! And you got this spring in your step! I guess you found what you were looking for?”

Layla grinned and shrugged. “You know it! Guess you could say I finally found the perfect man.”

She loaded up the nearby cart with the textiles and made her way for her wagon, quietly conferring with the tiplod tender. Jaten followed after her, clearly amused at the how jaunty the usually surly, rough wagon-rider was

“Well, don’t keep me hanging!” Jaten said. “Where’s Mr. Perfect?”

Layla smiled that odd smile, somewhere between a leer and a smirk. “Oh, he’s around. You’ll meet him.”

“Alright then… well, tell me about this new fella. Let me guess, he’s blonde, built like a wagon, and hung like a baxxid.”

“Mmmwell… one out of three. I dunno, he’s not handsome, but he’s cute as hell. He’s loyal, positive, and a little dumb, but in the best way. Also, he’s got a huge cock and can go all night. Y’know, perfect.”

Jaten scoffed and shook his head. “If you didn’t look like you just got all the bitch fucked outta you, I’d say you were pulling my leg.”

Layla sneered and waved her fist at the short, slender man. “If I had two copper, I’d fuck the bitch outta you.”

Jaten reached into his pocket and produced two copper pieces. “Here’s two copper, now put your money where your mouth is.”

“Put a dick where your mouth is, Jaten, I’m in too good a mood for your smartass shit.”

Jaten chuckled and shrugged. “Well, who knows. Better hope a storm doesn’t roll in, or Mr. Perfect and I will have to share you.”

“Sorry, string-bean.” Layla chuckled, she turned around, leaned on her wagon, and held her fingers almost ten inches apart. “Must be this tall to ride.”

With that, a little brown yinglet popped his head out from inside the wagon, a huge idiot smile on his face. “Miss Layla! Bakki knew zhis wagon smelled like you! Yes yes! Smells so so good like Miss Layla!”

Jaten laughed and jabbed a thumb at the scav. “What the–”

Layla extended her arm, a smile on her face and a flush in her cheeks. “Hop on, stud. Let’s ride.”

Jaten watched as the little scav hopped out of the wagon and onto her arm, clambering over her shoulders before plopping down on them. His eyes slowly began to widen as the realization took hold

“Layla–”

Bakki’s little foot-hands reached down and grasped Layla’s prominent rack, pressing them together. The yinglet locked eyes with Jaten and winked, a knowing, mischievous smile on his face

“Whuh…?”

Layla clambered up onto the bow of the wagon, took her seat and cracked the whip. The tiplods lowed and started forward, hauling the wagon along at their slow but inexorable pace, before long they’d left the city

The tiplods knew the way, just as well, as the two occupants of the wagon had quickly retired to the relative privacy of the bonnet

The wagon train rolled onwards through the new, safer passage through the high Indrel Mountains