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Here's part 5! If you're new to the series and are just looking for smut, you should be fine just starting from here. However, if you're looking to understand the story a bit better, you might want to start at the beginning. Feel free to share any comments or suggestions you might have, including if you want to see a part 6.

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My name is Jeremy Wyren, and I have a bodyguard with benefits.

Most people would think being transported to another world by some accidental spell and then being kidnapped by slavers would be somewhat unpleasant. Most people would also believe that being the only human in a world of anthropomorphic animals would be less than fun. Therefore, you would probably assume that being transported to a world of anthropomorphic animals by magic and then getting captured by hyena slavers would be doubly unpleasant, but you’d be wrong. Case in point: my lovely lovemaking session with my crocodilian bodyguard.

I had Mamba on her paws and knees, with her legs splayed wide, so her hips were low enough for me to reach. Her thick tail leaned against me and curled around my neck, and I was using it for leverage as I pounded into her tight, warm pussy. I had one hand reaching around to her crotch, rubbing teasing little circles around her clit. After about a week of nightly sex, I’d found that she just loved getting fucked in doggy style.

“Oh gods, right there,” she moaned, her tail curling around my neck with pleasure. “Just a bit harder… oooooh, there’s the spot…” Each thrust inward made her hips push back against me, and every time I pulled back her pussy tried to coax me in again. Her viscous vaginal fluids made my hard cock glide in and out of her, and the cozy warmth of her body made her snatch seem like the best thing in the world. All the little ridges inside her were getting me super worked up, and I pounded into her even harder to get as much friction as possible.

She dropped down to her elbows, letting her push up as I thrusted downward. Both of us were making quite a bit of noise, from the sweet squelching of intercourse to our sexual moaning. “Mmmm, sweet Jesus you’re tight,” I groaned, “So tight and warm… aaahh, you feel so good…” Her tail seemed to curl tighter around me, using her powerful muscles to bring me low over her back. She was pushing against me even more now, almost driving her sweet snatch down onto my cock. I was in heaven, and I could tell from the way her body squirmed that she was having a great time too.

After a moment her pussy started squeezing down extra hard, and her head was bowed between her arms, telltale signs she was about to orgasm. “Oh, Jeremy… so close… ooohhh, aaah, faster… I’m going to… ohhh, gods… aaaaah!” She threw her head up as she leaned back into me, her whole groin convulsing with pleasure, and she let out an ecstatic cry that was like music to my ears, full of horny passion and love. I continued pounding away at her snatch while it pulsed around my throbbing member, using my hand and my cock to keep her going for as long as possible. It took a full minute for her to stop cumming, and when she did both of our groins and the sheets below us were soaked through with her pussy juice.

“Mmph, gonna cum soon…” I groaned. The way her vagina squeezed my cock when she orgasmed always drove me up the wall, and right then I was right on the edge of cumming. If I had been with anyone else, I would have just cum inside, but I knew Mamba had a distaste for creampies. Instead, I pulled out of her pussy and let her roll over, then gasped as her paw wrapped around my cock. Her quick strokes brought me right back to the brink, and right as I orgasmed, she opened her mouth. The first few explosive squirts of my sticky cum made it into her toothy maw, but as the initial burst of pleasure died down the gooey ropes of seed began landing on her chest. She kept milking me through the whole thing, though, winding up with a light glaze of warm jizz on her chest and belly. By the end, I felt a bit drained, both in my body and my balls, but I still took the next step in our little erotic ritual.

I got down low over her and started licking up my cum off the smooth scales of her underbelly. She twitched and squirmed as my tongue ran along her, partly out of ticklishness and partly from arousal. I crawled to the side when she reached down to start masturbating and moved up to her midsection as she let out a soft moan. Next up was her chest, and I took special care around her scaly breasts; she squirmed with pleasure as I licked the very top of each of her tits, a place we’d found was just as sensitive as a mammal’s nipples. She continued to softly moan as I sucked up a line of cum on her clavicle, and once I got up to her neck, I pulled back and kissed her on the lips. She had a hard time reciprocating with a crocodilian muzzle, but I still felt like she loved me when she hugged my head to her chest.

I reached down to her clit with one hand, and together we brought her to a second, much softer orgasm. We hugged one another close as her abdomen squeezed and convulsed, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure in cozy comfort. When she finished up, she moved me on top of her and clutched me to her breast like a big teddy bear. “I love you, Jeremy,” she whispered, running her big claws through my curly hair.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, and together we fell asleep in her oversized bed.

Mamba and I had been together for almost a month, and whenever we got the chance, we went at it like rabbits. We’d learned each other’s preferences, more or less, and used that knowledge to get even more intimate with one another. Since we’d done just about everything conventional by now, we were just starting to get into kinky territory: I’d talked about swiping some manacles and rope from Talmuo’s dungeon, or maybe brewing some lube so we could try less conventional orifices, while Mamba had tried making her armor a bit more revealing. We were having a ton of fun with it, but part of me was all caught up on whether we actually loved each other. We said it in the bedroom a bunch, but was it really true? Of course, in my mind philosophical questions about romance were all on the back burner; having a kinky six-foot-six amazonian crocodile as a girlfriend, or at the very least a fuck buddy, was more than I’d ever hoped for back home.

“Mmmm… good morning, handsome.”

I gradually returned to the waking world still clutched tight to Mamba’s scaly bosom. Without leaving her grasp, I stretched a bit before propping myself up. I gently kissed both of her breasts right on the tops, then moved in for a peck on her lips. “Good morning, gorgeous.” I murmured, earning me a playful giggle.

I then tried to get up, but Mamba was having none of it; her muscular arms playfully squeezed me into her chest, pressing my bare skin against her scales and burrowing my face into her tits. “Don’t leave! We’re all nice and cuddly and warm…” She gently squeezed me to her chest when I tried getting up again, and when I made a third attempt at escaping she wrapped her legs around my waist and rolled over so that she was sitting on top of me. I had no chance of sitting up with her beautiful body weighing me down, but I still tried to squirm away for the sake of playfulness. After a few moments of struggling she pinned my wrists above my head, then looked into my eyes with smug satisfaction.

I gave up struggling, letting her shift her weight on top of me and lightly grind her hips against mine. “What would you have me do,” I cooed, “oh wise and powerful queen?”

Mamba cracked a playful grin. “Ooooh, queen… I like the sound of that.” I could still feel her grinding against me, getting both more insistent and more persuasive. “And what does that make you?”

“I am but a humble slave, your majesty. I live for no other purpose than to serve you.” After a moment of heated eye contact, I slowly licked my lips at the thought of what Mamba would do to me. “How can this poor soul serve a creature as majestic and beautiful as yourself?”

Mamba put one clawed paw to her chin in mock thought. “Hmm, where could I put you to good use?” I realized that one of my hands was free now, and I was kind of conflicted on what to do about it. Part of me wanted to reach up and grab her soft yet scaly tits, or maybe reach between her legs and give her a surprise fingering, but on the other hand, a servant wasn’t supposed to touch his mistress without permission. Since I wanted to be a good little slave, and wouldn’t want to risk angering my master, I just relaxed back into the mattress while Mamba toyed with my limbs. For now, she owned me, but I knew she’d take good care of her property.

“Hmmm… you’ve got nice paws for a slave… so soft and versatile.” She took the hand she still had pinned down and started playing with my fingers, flexing the individual joints into various poses. “I bet they’d do a great job at pleasing me.” She looked back to my face, but right then I was looking down to where her crotch pressed against mine. I could feel my dick rubbing up against her ass cheeks, teasing the horizontal slit right where her tail met her hips. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you,” she purred, “Having your little digits worming around inside me, feeling the soft flesh of your mistress under your pads?” Oh, that would be so nice… “But I think you’ve got other parts that would please me more.”

She scooted back so that she was sitting on my knees, leaving my stiff cock in plain view. Her scaly paw wrapped around the shaft, giving it a firm squeeze and forcing out a little drop of precum. “Your loins are certainly a prize, stiff as stone and as long as a cheetah’s paw. I could certainly see it finding a home within me, deep in my hungry… hot… silky nethers.” Oooh, that sounded so good. Her paw continued to tease me, just barely stroking my cock to make me breathe just a bit quicker and a bit harder. The anticipation was killing me, but I loved the romantic tension it produced.

It only got better when her paw moved down to my scrotum and started gently fondling my balls, her huge claws strangely delicate as they fiddled around. “But these little things…” she murmured, “These don’t seem like they’d please me at all. While I do so love those little faces you make when you’re squirming, I think they’d be far better as a little snack.” My blood ran cold as she leaned down towards my scrotum, and most of me wanted to break character and move, but some part of me held on out of trust. Her maw got closer and closer, her teeth sharp and ominous, and her mouth cracked open just a bit as if to bite… but instead, she tenderly kissed each nut. “Absolutely divine. But…” She got up and crawled toward me, meeting my eyes with a look of sexual hunger. “…I don’t want to deface my own property.”

“Please, mistress, let me please you!” The words just sort of tumbled out of my mouth without much thought behind them, and I immediately regretted talking out of turn.

“What was that, slave? Speaking without being spoken to?” She slowly shook her head back and forth while making tsk-tsk noises. “You’ve been a naughty little slave, and naughty slaves get punished.” Oh boy. My boner throbbed in anticipation. “We’ll just have to train that mouth of yours properly, won’t we?” The big crocodile got onto her paws and knees and started slowly crawling towards my face, licking her lips with horny hunger. “Now I think I know which part of you will please me most, slave. Your devious little tongue would feel quite nice between my legs, and it would certainly help pay for your transgression.” She continued moving forward until her hips were close to my face, putting her snatch six inches away from my mouth. I licked my lips, anticipating the taste of her pussy, of the viscous, slimy substance that made her so slick and delectable. She moved the remaining distance on her knees, putting her hips above my face and looking down into my eyes. “Do you love your master?” she murmured, her paws placed on her hips.

“I would do anything for you, my queen.” Some small sliver of rationality in my mind argued that having a giant crocodile sit on my face was a bad idea, but from down between her legs, she looked so damn hot. Her glistening vulva, her perky breasts, all of it made me desperately want to make her moan in ecstasy.

“Then worship me with your mouth.” Just the words I was waiting for. Before she could blink, I slipped my arms under her thighs and yanked her hips down to my mouth, causing her eyes to go wide with surprise. My tongue instantly began licking at her snatch, zealously lapping up what little pussy juice she’d produced and burrowing around for more. She let out a long sigh of pleasure that turned into a moan when I found her clit, and any doubts she had about putting her full weight on me went out the window in tandem with her guise formality. “Ohhhh, get your tongue in there,” she moaned as she fully sat on my face, “Eat my pussy and don’t you dare stop.”

Her hefty mass was cushioned quite a bit by the soft tissue of her nethers, making it so that her snatch was pressed flush to my face. She wasn’t smothering me since I could still breathe through my nose, but one scoot forward and I’d start running out of air. I didn’t mind, however; the presence of danger only made me more ravenous, and the thought of death by crocodile facesitting —especially under an ass as beautiful and thick as Mamba’s— somehow managed to get me even harder. With the rush of danger and all the anticipation beforehand, her feminine fluids tasted like the nectar of the gods, and I gladly dug my tongue deep into her warm depths to try and coax more out. “Mrrrrrmph!” I growled into her snatch. The exact words got muffled, but the primal hunger remained, and the vibrations made my mistress queasy with pleasure.

“Ohhhhh, that’s the spot…” moaned Mamba, “Right there… ahhh, such a good little slave…” The way her body relaxed made it feel like she was slowly melting on top of me, like she was so worked up that this burning pleasure brought her to the melting point. Her juices continued to ooze out of her warm slit, and I continued to lap them up like a dog. I then started squirming forward to get at her clit, after which she began grinding into my face in a haze of joy. Being squished under her beautiful crotch was amazing, especially with the way she loudly moaned and gasped. I knew she was getting close to cumming, not just by the way she lustily pressed her swollen pussy lips into my face, but by the way her dirty talk was devolving into primal groans of pleasure. I think she tried to say something along the lines of “Your tongue feels so good inside me, don’t stop,” but it came out as “Ooohhhaa… tongue-hhaaa… mmm, so goood… aaahh!”

Mamba was oh so close to cumming, and I tried to buckle up for the bumpy ride ahead. When she let out a monstrous roar of pure ecstasy and pushed my face into her groin with her paws, I doubled down on her clit and kept things going. Her whole body shivered and squirmed on top of me, wracked with waves of pleasure as my tongue dove deep into her. Her grinding turned into full-on humping as she fell forward onto her paws, but I still managed to hang on with my arms around her thighs. It took her almost a minute for her orgasm to die down, and by that time I was covered in her vaginal fluids. She started to get up, but I gently tugged her back down onto my face. After a moment she shrugged and relaxed back into me, letting me enjoy the wonderful feeling of crocodile pussy on my lips.

Suddenly she looked over her shoulder and tensed up. “Uhhh… Jeremy?” Mamba sounded confused, and a bit worried, almost like we were in danger. “We’ve got a visitor.”

She tried to dismount me, but I wasn’t having any of it. I pulled her hips back down with a decisive “Mmmph!” before giving her a few appetizing licks on the slit. She was the queen, so it was her business to take letters and other official junk; my only responsibility as a slave was to please my mistress. Mamba eventually realized I was dug in like a tick, and looked over her shoulder at the visitor.

“Jenerali anataka kumwona mtumwa asiye na fursa pekee,” said a young male voice, “Anataka kumwona peke yake.” Though her thighs muffled the words, I guessed it was whoever this visitor was. He sounded a few years younger than me, maybe fifteen years old, but was still most definitely a hyena.

“Yeye si kwenda peke yake,” Mamba replied, her voice deliberately gruffer than normal. “Mimi nina kuja pamoja naye.”

“Lakini yeye alisisitiza-”

Mamba suddenly got up, turned around, then sat back down on my face so that her buttcheeks filled my field of view. “Yeye aliniambia mwenyewe kamwe kuondoka upande wake!” she roared, “Unaniambia siitii amri yake?” She seemed to soften a tad as I started licking her snatch again, and her full weight returned to my face. I had a great view of the horizontal slit under her tail, and my mind started wondering what it would feel like to stick my finger in there.

The visitor took a few steps backward. “Hapana, mamba, mimi si.” He sounded a bit nervous, and I would be too if Mamba started threatening me. “Unaweza kukutana naye wakati uko tayari.”

The kid scampered off to somewhere else, and Mamba let out a short sigh of satisfaction. She then slid off my face, got to her feet, and wiped away the glaze of her pussy juice. As she started putting all her armor back on, I sat up and dried my mouth and chin with the bedsheets. “What’s going on?” I asked, “Did something happen?”

Mamba slipped her chest armor over her head, then turned around and offered her back. “The general wants to talk to you alone, according to that cub.” I quickly buckled the straps on her back, then helped her attach her shoulder plates. “I don’t know what it’s about, could be good, could be bad.”

“The general is that giant hyena, right?” Mamba nodded. “Maybe she found out about us?” A bodyguard bedding her ward certainly seemed like the kind of drama that’d get me a talking to… but if that were the case, they’d be asking for Mamba too. She slipped her armored kilt around her legs, and I swiftly did up the back before giving her a firm pat on the rump.

“No, she has ears all over the place, she probably knew we were mating from day one. If I had to guess, I’d say she might have found a buyer for you.” I got up and got my own loincloth while Mamba examined the blade of her axe. She didn’t find anything wrong with it, so she slung it over her back and led me out the cell door. “If it is true that she wants you alone, then she definitely wants to speak about a potential buyer.”

We continued down the crumbling halls, my crocodilian companion leading around like she’d spent her whole life here. “What kind of buyer are we talking about?” I asked.

“Someone from a royal breed with an interest in exotic servants; I’d say the Jagluiperds, the Jakkalse, the Renosters, and the Leeus are the main possibilities. Don’t worry, if she were going to sell you to a sadist, she wouldn’t have sunk so much time into training you.” We eventually made it up a staircase and reached the door to the general’s office, which seemed a bit less cobbled together than when I’d first seen it. Mamba pushed open the doors to reveal the general lounging in her throne. The massive hyena had both feet propped up on top of her desk, and in her paw was what looked like a clay cup. There was a mysterious jug on the top of it, as well as another cup that she quickly filled when we approached.

“Jeremy! My crown jewel!” Her words were slightly slurred, giving me the impression she’d already had a bit to drink. “Come, sit down, we have something to celebrate!” I hesitantly took a seat in the one chair at the desk, and Mamba moved so that she was right behind my shoulder. The general finally seemed to notice Mamba, and her brow furrowed with confusion. “Mamba, je, sikukuambia kuwa uache nyuma?”

“Siwezi kuachana na mume wangu, generali,” she replied, “Chochote unachosema, sisi wote tunataka kusikia.”

The general shrugged. “Naam, unaweza kukaa, lakini sidhani utafurahia kuwa na uongo.” She topped off her cup, then took a big gulp from it. “Chaguo lako.”

Mamba seemed almost hurt. “Lakini, generali, umesema-”

“Wewe ni mkewe, lakini mimi ni mmiliki wake!” shouted the hyena, “Sasa ama kuondoka au kulala!” She gulped down the rest of the cup, then slammed it down on the desk like a gavel. Mamba seemed to take this as the end of the conversation; she turned around and left with her head hanging low, making me wonder what exactly they’d said. I knew a tiny bit of the hyena language, but not enough to understand their fluent conversation. Being alone with the massive hyena made me nervous, and against my better judgement, I took a drink from the second cup. The liquor within tasted like vodka mixed with paint thinner, and I had to muster quite a bit of grit to choke the full gulp down, but on the upside, I’d quickly become too drunk to worry about anything.

“So, slave,” began the hyena, “I have some good news and some bad news.” She stood up from the desk and began pacing around. “The bad news is that you’ll be leaving in a few days, and I know there’s quite a few here who wished you could stay. It certainly seems like your guard is fond of you if my subordinates are to believed.” I blushed a little bit, thinking about how that one kid must’ve gotten quite the show. “The good news is that you’ve got a buyer, one who’s willing to pay seven thousand rands for you. She’ll be arriving in three days to take you for a test run, and if she likes you, she’ll bring you home with her.”

I choked down another sip of the booze, then leaned forward and leaned on the desk. “Who’s the buyer?” I asked, curious as to who would want a furless concubine.

She let out a loud chuckle behind me. “Queen Laelia, of all people. She’s the matriarch of the Jagluiperd family, the secondary ruler of all the lands north of here, and if the rumors are to be believed, a major source of funding for ‘Decemuiros Antiquum Deos.’ I had heard she’s always had intimacy issues with her mate, and ever since he bought an exotic concubine, she’s been trying to upstage him.”

I looked over as she circled back around to my front. “Wait, what’s the desi-murio… anti-kwum… what was she funding?”

“From what I understand, they’re an occultist secret society or something. You shouldn’t have to worry about them…” She returned to her position on the other side of the desk, but instead of sitting down, she stayed standing and leaned over the desk. I found myself staring down her furry cleavage, then looked up to meet her hungry brown eyes. “However, before you go, there’s one thing I’d like you to do.”

I was wondering if she’d ever decided to sample her own goods. The few times I’d met her before, she’d always seemed uninterested, but now the drunken glimmer in her eye brought out a gleam of hunger. Something told me she never got much action, maybe because she thought it’d make her seem weak, maybe because she just wasn’t turned on by the hyena males wandering about. I pretended to play coy, on the off chance she wasn’t planning on fucking my brains out. “What do you want me to do, general?”

“Come over here, slave.” She beckoned me to come around the desk, and I swiftly complied. My brain started to conjure up erotic scenes as she began undoing her leg armor. She’d gotten the metal plates off, when she stopped to give me directions, leaving a heavy hide skirt covering her nethers. “Get under the desk, kneel if you have to; I want to see if all these rumors about your oral skills are true.” As I got into position under the massive desk, she stripped off the armor on her torso and dropped it to the ground, leaving her big, juicy tits out in the open. Part of me was turned on by her brazen nudity, while another part worried I was being unfaithful to Mamba. Getting hard at the sight of another woman’s breasts seemed like cheating, but I wasn’t sure if it counted when the woman in question was coercing you. She scooted her throne in, and I got ready to go to town on her snatch as she undid the front of her skirt. It was just another day at the office, eating out bipedal predators and… what… the… fuck…

She finally got her skirt down, and it was right then that I truly realized what I was in for. She didn’t have a typical set of genitals, oh no; she had a full on penis, a flaccid, seven-inch-long monster that was probably longer than my forearm when it was fully erect. “What’s wrong?” she snarked, “Never thought you’d be sucking someone off?” I was just mesmerized by it, and without really thinking I reached out one hand to touch it. It was soft and supple, a bit like my own cock when it wasn’t hard. I could feel her flexing the muscles in it, causing it to move about in my hand. I didn’t know whether I was enchanted or disgusted by the thought of having her schlong in my mouth, but as she put one paw on the top of my head and turned my face to look at her, I realized I’d have to force myself to be the former. A random thought flashed through my mind, saying, “It’s not gay if it’s a chick with a dick,” and somehow that made me feel the slightest bit better about the task at hand.

“Take your time, slave,” she purred, “We’ve got all day to have fun.” I looked back down, taking in the view of her furry crotch. I remembered something about female hyenas only having a pseudo-penis that couldn’t get hard or cum, but as I hesitantly brought her cock up to my mouth, I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. I wasn’t really sure how you were supposed to suck a dick, so I figured I’d just give it a teasing little lick right on the tip. It tasted weird, a little bit like skin and a little bit like vaginal fluid. The hyena looked down at me with a malicious grin on her face, chuckling at my hesitation. “Come on, little guy, surely you can do more than that?” One of her wide paws landed on the back of my hand while the other held up her shaft, and I knew right then it would be suck or get throat-fucked.

“Why do you have… this?” My mind quickly tried to stall, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was a question.

At first I was worried she’d try and shut me up by jamming her dick in my mouth, but instead, she just chuckled a bit more. “It’s a blessing from the gods if the shamans are right. Every so often a cub like me gets born, and they almost always take charge. Now, if you’re done asking questions, you’ve still got work to do.” Her paw gently encouraged me forward. I tried thinking of something else, something that wouldn’t get me held down and forcibly fucked, but my mind was too clouded over with fear and a strange sense of arousal. I let out a deep sigh, opened my pretty little mouth, and started to suck my very first cock.

The big hyena let out a sigh of pleasure as my suckling intensified, and I could taste a little something leaking out of her member. It was definitely pussy juice judging by the flavor, and the more I sucked, the more seemed to come out. I quickly put my hands to work as well, stroking the shaft while my tongue explored around her intrusive organ. She sighed some more as she leaned back into her chair, seemingly content to let me work. From her humming and stroking my hair, I knew she was having a good time, and after a little while I was starting to get the hang of it. It was almost comforting to have warm, sensitive flesh in my hands, and the whole sensation and satisfaction of it reminded me of eating out the other hyenas.

As I got more comfortable, I started experimenting with bobbing up and down, but she just took this as permission to go at her own pace. The paw on the back of my head started forcing me down faster and faster, and soon she was using my mouth as a Fleshlight for her own personal pleasure. The tip of her still-limp cock was almost causing me to gag, and the trickle of fluid coming out of the end was running straight down my throat. Part of me was sort of turned on by the whole situation, of being used as a living sex toy by this massive predator, but most of my mind was focused on the discomfort of her increasing ferocity. By then she was full on moaning, and instead of forcing me down she was thrusting into me. I quickly recognized my own signs of being on the verge of cumming, and I started to wonder what would happen when she did finish. Would it be regular cum? That weird half-cum the gazelle doe squirted? Maybe just an extra helping of pussy juice?

I finally got my answer as she let out one last groan, then did something I was hardly prepared for: she pulled me forward by the head and stuck her cock down my throat to the hilt. My nose was suddenly buried in her furry crotch as her dick filled my esophagus, and my mind went from uncomfortable to panicked. Having something that far down my throat just felt wrong, like some kind of alien was trying to crawl into my stomach. I tried to pull away from her, but her grip was just too damn strong; she just held me down despite all my struggling and squirming. She was moaning like there was no tomorrow, the convulsing texture of my throat heavenly on her cock. She was also oozing more vaginal fluid down my throat, all slimy and warm, which I couldn’t tell if it aroused or repulsed me. It was certainly a memorable experience, though I wasn’t sure I even wanted to remember it.

She finally let me pull back, and it took me a minute of hacking and coughing to recover. She just lay back in her throne, happy as a clam, the tip of her cock still dripping fluids into the ground. “Mmmm,” she groaned, “You really know how to suck a dick. I think that’s all for today; you can head back to your mate. You’ve earned a day off.” I hesitantly got up from under the desk, worried she might try and force me to do something else, but she let me go without issue. “I wouldn’t tell Mamba if I were you,” she called after me, “It’d definitely make her feel awful to know her mate was pleasuring someone else!”

I quickly made my way down the staircase from the leader’s office and found Mamba waiting at the bottom. She looked ready to ask me what had happened, but before she could, I pulled her into a warm hug. Having her thick, scaly arms wrap around me as her muzzle came down to my shoulder was amazingly comforting, and in her embrace, the events of the last few minutes didn’t seem nearly as bad. “General said we have the rest of the day to ourselves,” I muttered, “Could we just… relax a bit? I’m not feeling up for the heavy stuff.”

“Of course, Jeremy, whatever you wish.” We spent the rest of the day either cuddling, chatting, or gently making love, giving me a chance to relax and reflect. By the end of the day, I was much less shook up about giving the general a blowjob, and when I went to sleep curled against Mamba’s beautiful scales, I was about as happy as I could be.

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