Vitaly S Alexius
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Where the Predators Prowl [60, 61, 62 - Patreon Exclusive 18+ Extralewd chapters]
🕑 Added 2025-06-25 03:16:15 +0000 UTC60. Only her
Nessy pushed me onto the bed, her hands firm on my shoulders. The world tilted, the decorative tile Depictomancy-animated ceiling of the Moonshard Inn featuring the night sky and the shattered moon entering my view as I fell back against the plush comforter.
This wasn't a submission; it was a homecoming. This was the culmination of every fragmented dream, every echo of a past life, every lonely night spent wondering if I'd ever truly belong anywhere, if I’d ever find anyone to trust.
The answer was here, in the heart of my pack, in the girl who crossed dimensions to find me.
Then she was above me, a breathtaking silhouette against the soft light of crystalline lamps. This wasn't the tentative girl from the shower; this was an immutable force of nature, wildfire personified. My eyes gradually soared over her, drinking in her features, as for the first time in my life I was relaxed enough to enjoy the view.
And what a view it was.
She was towering over me, long white-black curls spilling around her head like a shawl of night turning to day.
Swirling galactic constellations of blue, silver, violet and amber eyes, held me captive, drowned me in her gaze. For the first time in what felt like a hundred lifetimes, I was more than happy to let my inhibitions go, to relax fully.
Her incredibly curvy body was a masterpiece of pradavarian evolution and primal, wild femininity. Her breasts were quite large and perky, covered in a soft down of white fur that spread across her chest. Her nipples were larger than a human's, the color of dark, wild rosebuds, standing at attention not from cold, but from a clear, unapologetic arousal.
My eyes traveled lower, past the plush, curvy landscape of her stomach, to the edge where the soft fur became even shorter until vanishing completely. Where human female anatomy was often subtle, hers was over-pronounced. Her thigh gap was wide, featuring a pubic mound that was larger and more domed than a human's, the petals of her labia splaying out like a layered flower punctuated by a prominent, pink nub in the center.
She moved then, a slow, deliberate circle of her hips against mine. The friction sent a jolt straight through me.
"Enjoying the view, my Slayer?" she purred in a quartet-hum.
"Yes. You're... incredible," I breathed out.
"'Incredible,' hum?" Her smile was wicked. She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. "Tell me more." She punctuated the question with another slow, rolling grind that made my hips instinctively arch up to meet hers. "Was I worth waiting for, worth fighting for, worth saving?"
I simply nodded, unable to formulate complex sentences.
"I've waited a lifetime for this," she whispered against my mouth. "No. More than one lifetime. Four distinctive lives, this time around. And I'm not waiting any longer. I'm taking what belongs to me.”
“Gonna collar me?” I joked.
“Perhaps.” She smiled, her lips finding mine. “But… only if you collar me back. That's only fair as we are, after all, partners in crime.”
Her kisses became electric, an overwhelming sensory deluge that short-circuited every rational thought in my head.
Her breasts swayed with each motion, the pebbled nipples taut and begging for touch. I couldn’t resist and slid one hand up, cupping her, my thumb circling a nipple, feeling it harden further under my fingers. She gasped, her head tilting back, exposing the pale, furred curve of her throat as a low, needy whine vibrated through her. The sound hit me like an avalanche, my own arousal spiking as I gripped her firm, round ass with my other hand, fingers sinking into the plush fur, pulling her harder against me.
Her wiggling against me intensified, soaking me with her arousal.
Her thick, bushy tail lashed out, smacking the bed with each wiggle, the soft bristles teasing my thighs. The scent of sweat and the musky edge of her arousal intoxicated me.
She grinned at me, eyes wild with hunger, sharp canines glinting as she leaned forward, breasts pressing harder against my chest.
“Mine,” she growled.
She shifted, lifting her hips just enough to tease me, the tip of my length nudging her entrance, the heat there a slick, searing promise. I thrust up, unable to wait, and she sank down slightly deeper, her walls stretching to accommodate me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hands tightening on her hips, holding her as we both adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.
Her body surged against mine, her thighs locking around my hips with a possessive strength that made my pulse hammer. Her slick, molten heat enveloped me as she sank onto me, her tight, pulsing core drawing a ragged groan from my throat. The sensation was staggering—her wet, velvety walls gripped me, every inch of her searing and alive, clenching with a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of my heart.
Her claws dug into my shoulders, just shy of breaking skin, as she started to move. Slow at first, a torturous roll of her hips that had me gritting my teeth, her hips circling, dragging out every inch of pleasure. Then faster, the rhythm growing urgent, her slick folds gliding over me, the obscene, wet sound of our meeting bodies and her increasingly loud moans filling the room. Her tail flicked wildly now.
I slid one hand between us, my fingers finding the large, sensitive nub above her entrance, even more swollen now and awash with her arousal. I circled it, slow and deliberate, watching her face as her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Her hips stuttered, losing their rhythm as she pressed into my touch, her body trembling.
“Ahh!” she moaned, her voice breaking, cascading, getting louder with each thrust. “No fair… you devious human… Just you wait!”
Her eyes lit up silver.
“Bind-entwine pleasure,” she growled, cupping and then engulfing my face with another kiss.
Suddenly, a new, alien sensation crashed over me, pounding into my nerves—her pleasure, flooding through the Binding magic link like an apocalyptic tidal wave. I felt the heat coiling in her, the sharp, aching need building in her core, the way my touch on her clit sent sparks racing through her nerves.
It was disorienting, exhilarating, her ecstasy mirroring mine, resonating between us like a ripple bouncing against the shore magnifying itself until I could barely think. I gasped as I drowned in the dual sensation—my own pleasure and hers, intertwined, inseparable.
“Fuck me, what the fuck,” I groaned. “That’s cheating.”
“T-too bad, so s-sad,” she moaned, thrusting harder.
She shuddered, her walls clenching tighter around me, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I drove harder, deeper, matching her frantic pace, the bed creaking under us. Her breasts bounced wildly with each motion, and I leaned up, capturing one nipple in my mouth, sucking gently, then grazing it with my teeth. She arched into me, a sharp gasp escaping as her claws raked my chest, leaving hot trails.
The tension in my gut coiled tighter, a white-hot pressure building with every plunge, every pulse of her around me. Nessy’s movements grew erratic, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants, her tail whipping wildly. I could feel her climax building through the bond, a crescendo of primal need, and it pushed me closer to my own edge. I rubbed her clit faster, my fingers relentless, and she shattered above me.
Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down so tightly it stole my breath. A cry tore from her throat, echoing in the room as she rode out her climax, her hips rocking against me, drawing out every undulating wave. The sensation of her orgasm flooded through the bond, a blinding explosion that hit me like a shockwave—her pleasure, her release, crashing into mine. I surged up one last time, burying myself deep as the pressure in me snapped.
Pleasure exploded through me, a white-hot deluge that left me gasping, my vision sparking. But it wasn’t just mine. Nessy’s climax was still going on, her ecstasy a feedback loop of pure bliss that felt like it could shatter me. My hands gripped her hips, holding her against me as I spilled into her, each pulse drawing a low, guttural groan from my throat. Her walls pulsed around me, milking every drop, her body trembling as she rode the aftershocks.
And then, with a sudden, violent shudder, Nessy’s body tensed, her head thrown back as a gush of slick fluid erupted from her, soaking my hips, my thighs, the bed beneath us. The sheer volume was startling, a flood that drenched us both, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. She gasped, her claws digging into my shoulders, her body quaking as the release left her panting, her fur matted and slick.
Before I could catch my breath, a sharp, prismatic flash erupted from her. Nessy’s kaleidoscope eyes widened, then dulled, her body going limp as the soul fusion shattered.
She collapsed onto my chest, panting, her eyes hazy but wholly her own again and sky-blue.
“Alec,” she murmured, her voice soft, exhausted, her tail giving a weak thump against the soaked sheets. “I… love you.”
“Love you too, Ness,” I replied. “Thanks for finding me in the ruins of my world.”
“Thanks for rescuing my dreams,” She nodded, nuzzling me fiercely. Strangely enough the fluid soaking us felt neither hot nor warm, soaking wet… but also somehow not really?
From the carpet, Adelle stirred with a grumble, pushing herself up on shaky arms. “Fuckin’ hell,” she muttered, rubbing her head. “What a sweet ride—oh, shit!”
Her words cut off as Candace launched herself at the cheetah with a feral growl. The two crashed together, a tangle of fur and claws, their mouths meeting in a fierce, hungry kiss. Candace’s paws roamed Adelle’s body, gripping her ass, her breasts, her tail flicking wildly as she pinned the cheetah to the floor. Adelle moaned into the kiss, her claws raking Candace’s back, their bodies grinding together in a frenzy of pent-up desire, fur sliding against fur, their mutual moans filling the room.
Kristi stirred awake on the nearby bed, her emerald feathers ruffled. She quickly made her way over to the bed occupied by me and Nessy.
“So,” I asked with a smile. “How did…”
The raptor girl didn’t bother answering me. She simply leaned in, the side of her snout crashing against mine in a desperate, searing kiss, her tongue teasing mine with a raptor’s fierce intensity. Her claws posessively grazed my jaw and neck, her feathers brushing my skin as she pressed herself closer.
She buried me in an ocean of kisses, holding me tightly and barely giving me a chance to breathe.
“I remember everything now,” she exhaled against me after a minute with a trembling voice. “All of it. The Superstore. Bulwichu. The Lynx. I… saw that cunt cut down Nessy, rushed at her and… died like an idiot.”
“Ah,” Nessy commented from where she lay cuddled into my left side. “About what I expected.”
“It’s fine.” I hugged the raptor girl. “You’re here now,” I murmured. “We’re here. Alive. Together. That’s what matters.”
“Yeah,” Kristi resumed making out with me, her tail curling around my leg as she poured every ounce of her longing, her regret, her love into the moment.
Her kisses burned with a fierce urgency, her beak grazing my lips, as her scaled hands gripped my face. Her amber eyes glowed with raw desire and a deeper undercurrent of relief, perhaps, or atonement. The weight of the Superstore, her unfortunate end there, hovered between us, but she banished it with every press of her body against mine. Her violet scales, glimmering like a twilight sky dusted with stars, caught the hotel’s lights, while her feathers—sprouting from her head, shoulders, elbows, and that sinuous tail—brushed my skin, warm and teasing.
“Need you,” she rasped, her voice low and gritty, her beak tracing my jaw as she slid down my body. “Want you.”
61. Liquid Mana
Kristi's claws skimmed my chest. She settled between my thighs, her hot breath teasing my shaft, still slick with Nessy’s release. I sucked in a breath, my body stirring under her gaze, molten amber eyes fixed on me like I was her entire world.
Kristi's tongue, long and faintly textured, flicked out from the edge of her beak, curling around me with a skill that drew a groan from me. The sensation was warm, wet, and tantalizing, the slight roughness of her tongue gliding against my sensitive skin, coaxing me back to life. She licked slowly, deliberately, from base to tip, her beak grazing the underside just enough to send shivers through me. Her feathers tickled my thighs, and her scaled hands pinned my hips, keeping me still as she worked.
“Fuck, Kristi,” I hissed. “You’re good at this.”
She hummed, a smug vibration rippling through me, her tongue swirling around my now extra-hard shaft. Her eyes flicked up, glinting with pride as she took me deeper, her beak parting. More of her tongue slid along my length, the textured edge scraping lightly, a maddening contrast to the heat of her mouth. My hips twitched, but her claws tightened, anchoring me, forcing me to endure every slow, torturous stroke.
Beside us, Nessy watched, propped on one elbow, her blue eyes clouded with lust. Her hand drifted between her thighs, fingers circling her soaked clit. Her lush labia, plump and parted like petals unfurling, gleamed as she touched herself staring at us. Her eyes locked on Kristi’s tongue, on my straining cock, her fingers quickening, her hips rocking, chasing her own pleasure.
“Rawr, look at you go,” Candace commented, glancing up at us with a cheeky expression of gray eyes. The fox had the cheetah pinned under her, both of them panting.
With a wink at me, she buried her white muzzle in Adelle’s neck, teeth nipping hard enough to draw a hiss. Adelle’s orange legs kicked as she was fox-mauled.
Candace’s thick tail lashed as she ground her hips against Adelle’s, their plush, shimmering labia, like silken blossoms, sliding together, the wet, obscene sound mingling with Adelle’s growls and Candace’s whines.
Kristi pulled back, her tongue giving my shaft one last, lingering lick, leaving it glistening and rock-hard.
“There,” she let out. “Hard again. Give it to me.”
Before I could say anything, she lay on the bed in a missionary pose. Then, her entire violet-scaled body arched dramatically in a pose that was anything but conventional. Her back curved like a taut bow, hips lifted high, legs spread wide, her head tilted back, feathers fanning out to expose her throat. Her soaked labia, lush and parted like velvet curtains, revealed her swollen clit, the size of a large marble, framed by violet-pink, slickness that shone in the dim light.
“Come on,” she growled.
Her tail thrashed, the feathered tip smacking my legs as she held her arched pose in the air, her scaled breasts thrust upward, dark violet nipples, thick as cherries, hard and prominent. Her body glistened with Nessy’s juices, droplets catching the light like a constellation spilled across her violet scales. I moved over her, my hands gripping her hips, feeling the smooth, sparkly texture under my palms. Her slick folds brushed my tip, teasing me with their heat, as I positioned myself at her entrance.
I pushed in, slow and deliberate, her tight, wet heat enveloping me. Her labia stretched around me, slick and pulsing, her walls gripping me like a vise, every inch searing and alive.
Kristi moaned, her beak parting, her amber eyes fluttering shut as she took me, black claws raking the sheets. Her slit was tight, the slick flesh clinging to me, her swollen clit brushing my pelvis with every thrust, sending sparks through us both. Her feathers ruffled, her tail whipping harder, the plumes tickling my thighs as I moved, slow at first, savoring the way her walls pulsed around me.
Nessy’s moans grew louder, her fingers plunging into her soaked pussy, her other hand pinching one thick nipple.
“Slayer, Kristi,” she whimpered, her eyes glued to where our bodies joined, to the way Kristi’s labia enveloped my shaft. “You’re so gorgeous.” Her fingers quickened, her hips bucking, her arousal dripping onto the sheets as she panted.
I leaned down, my hands sliding up Kristi's arched body to cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her thick, hard nipples. Her sweat-slick scales gleamed, a faint sheen accentuating every curve. She gasped, her walls clenching tighter, a sharp cry escaping as I plunged deeper, her slick folds gliding over me. Her tail curled tighter around my leg and I gripped her scaled ass, pulling her higher, her arched back making every thrust hit deeper, harder, her moans louder.
On the floor, Candace flipped Adelle onto her stomach, her fox claws lifting the cheetah’s hips high as if presenting her backside to me. Adelle growled, her tail lashing. Her large labia parted as Candace’s fingers plunged inside, pumping fast. Adelle’s moans intensified, cheetah claws tearing into the carpet as Candace’s other hand rubbed her clit. The fox laughed as she drove the cheetah closer to the edge.
Kristi’s movements grew frantic, her hips bucking to meet my thrusts, her walls clamping down, the friction building a white-hot pressure in my gut. Her moans became sharp, keening as she arched higher.
She suddenly shuddered, her walls gripping me tighter, a loud cry escaping from her throat as her climax hit.
Her body convulsed, her slick heat pulsing around me, labia and clit throbbing with each wave. The sensation of her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I thrust deep, the pressure snapping as I came, a surge that left me gasping, my hands gripping her arched hips hard, spilling into her.
Nessy’s cry echoed Kristi's, her fingers plunging deep as she came again, her body arching, her tail beating against the mattress.
I was rewarded with two showers that soaked me from the front and from the side.
Nessy collapsed, panting, her blue eyes hazy. Kristi slid down onto the bed, grabbing, nuzzling and kissing the husky girl.
Then Adelle’s moans tore through the room, her entire body shuddering under Candace’s relentless fingers. Her prominent labia pulsed, clenching around the fox’s fingers. Candace’s silver-gray eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she drove the cheetah past her breaking point, her claws curling inside, her other hand rubbing Adelle’s swollen clit with merciless assault. Adelle’s tail thrashed, her claws shredding the carpet, and then—whoosh—a torrential spray erupted from her, a slick flood that arced through the air like a goddamn fire hose.
The deluge hit our trio on the bed with pinpoint accuracy. I blinked, completely soaked from all sides now, my hair plastered to my forehead, droplets sliding down my chest, mingling with the extra-drenched sheets. Nessy yelped slightly, her white-black fur drenched. Kristi, still panting from her own climax, snorted, violet scales gleaming with the added sheen, her feathers ruffled and dripping like she’d been caught in a monsoon.
“Did you just—” I sputtered, staring at Adelle, who was now slumped on the carpet, her chest heaving, a smug, post-orgasmic grin spreading across her face and Candace who looked extra smug. “Did you do that on purpose?”
“Duh,” Candace said, snickering at my soaked self. “Obviously.”
“Not funny,” I commented, wiping my face again.
“Au contraire,” the fox laughed. “It is hilarious. Also, very healthy.”
“How?” I demanded. “Because this feels like you decided to turn me into a slip-n-slide.”
Candace’s grin turned positively vulpine as she disentangled herself from Adelle, who was now purring contentedly on the floor. The fox sauntered over to the bed, her curvy hips swaying, her silver fur catching the lamplight like moonlight on snow.
She climbed onto the soaked mattress, straddling my thighs with a casual, predatory grace, her labia glistening, her swollen clit prominent against her white-furred mound. She pointed a claw at her lower stomach, just above the generous curve of her pubic mound, her silver-gray eyes locking onto mine.
“Okay, Alpha-babe, time for a quick pradavarian anatomy lesson,” she said. “This right here?” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her lower, curvy stomach. “What do you think this is?”
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling the hard, round bulge. “Your bladder?”
“Wrong-o,” the fox tutted. “This is a female prad mana gland and it’s way bigger than a bladder and way more important.”
“Important how?” I asked.
“It’s a magical reservoir and it stores liquid mana. Guys don’t have this and this is the reason why girl prads make better delvers. A prad girl can pull mana from it in an emergency. But, when we’re really into someone, it goes into overdrive pushing aetheric mana from the body into liquid state. See? It’s not waste; it’s us, our magical signature.”
“For claiming?”
“Yes. When we want to claim someone special or when someone makes us climax…” She smirked, glancing at the drenched sheets. “Well, you get the picture. Splash! It’s basically like... our love letter to you, written in scent!”
“Love letter? More like a love tsunami. I’m pretty sure we’re gonna need to bribe the hotel staff to not report us for flooding the place,” I commented.
“It’s liquid mana, Alec,” Nessy commented.
“Meaning what?” I asked.
“It’s not just a sexy mess—it’s functional. Liquid mana’s got purpose. It’s like... recycling, but cosmic and hot,” Candace wiggled on me, cupping her breasts.
I raised an eyebrow. “Recycling?”
She laughed with a foxy airy bark that also made Nessy giggle beside me. “Oh, come on, Alec, don’t be such a human butt about it. Think of it like this: our mana glands are over here working overtime because we’re all stupidly into you. When we, y’know...” She mimed an explosion with her paws over her crotch. “...release, that mana gets crazy infused with our intent, our feelings, our passion. And since we’re all Dagaz-bound, it doesn’t just float off into the Astral to get eaten by some random cosmic squid. It works for us.”
“Like restoring my Reconstitution stat faster?” I guessed, also idly pawing at her breasts.
“Restoring stats is a base effect, yes, especially if you’re just spray-claimed without the physical thrusting,” Candace purred. “But… personal liquid mana’s mega versatile. Unlike normal body fluids it doesn’t evaporate leaving lame stickiness behind. It gradually dissolves out of the physical… unleashing intent.”
“What intent?” I wondered.
“Don’t know,” Candace said.
“The fuck do you mean you don’t know?” I demanded, looking at all the liquid mana decorating me and the sheets.
“A subconscious wish,” Candace said, with a shudder as I teased her nipples. “Made during the moment of pure ecstasy.”
“Which will happen when?”
“At random. In the near future.”
I blinked at Candace, struggling to process her explanation of liquid mana and the cosmic, wish-granting absurdity that came with it. “So, what, you’re telling me your lady parts are basically genie lamps?” I finally said with a grin. “Rub ’em right, make a wish, and poof—magic happens?”
“Kinda,” Candace leaned closer, her curvy, silver-furred body practically vibrating with mischief. She pointed a claw at her lower stomach. “Except you don’t say the wish, it just sorta happens in the liminal space between love and passion. Anyways, this magic fox?” She patted her curvy abdomen, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “It’s her turn, cus’ I’m about to burst at the seams if you keep yapping about lamps instead of fucking me.”
I glanced down at myself. “Uh, Candace, I’m not exactly... ready for another round. Might need a…”
“Pfft, amateur hour,” she teased, leaning close, her breath hot against my ear. “Good thing I’ve got a Binding trick up my sleeve.”
She slid a paw down my chest, claws tracing my temple-raid scars, until her fingers curled around my shaft.
I groaned, my hips twitching under her paw. “You four will be my end,” I muttered, but my pulse quickened, her touch stoking a dangerous ember.
“No ending allowed yet. I’m your revival service,” Candace quipped. “Tips welcome—diamonds, kisses, complements or quality fucking.” She raised her other paw, silver fractals flaring like miniature rave lights, the air humming with Binding magic.
“Bind vitality!” she intoned, mock-solemn, like she was casting a world-ending spell. The fractals spiraled down, enveloping my groin in an electric surge.
The sensation was intense—hot, urgent, my pulse hammering as blood rushed south, my length standing proud.
“See?” Candace leaned in with a predatory grin of pure delight. “Problem solved!”
62. Starshine Fox
She pulled back from me, her paw giving my now-throbbing shaft one last teasing stroke before she shifted on the soaked bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a fox stalking prey. Her silver fur shimmered under the lights, catching every curve of her lithe, curvy body—large, swaying breasts, the taut sweep of her waist, the generous flare of her hips that screamed primal allure. She turned, dropping to her hands and knees, her thick, bushy tail arching high, the white tip wagging slowly, hypnotically, like a metronome of raw desire.
She glanced over her shoulder, silver eyes locking onto mine, half-lidded and smoldering. “You’ve been claimed by a husky, a raptor, and a cheetah. Time to show this fox what you’re made of. Ravish me properly, or I’ll Bind your soul to a life of eternal blue balls!”
Her tail gave another slow, deliberate wag. Her ass was a masterpiece—round, firm, covered in a plush layer of silver fur that parted just enough to reveal her glistening, plump labia. The view pulled me in like a dastardly dungeon trap I had no intention of avoiding.
“Don’t just stare,” she growled, her voice dropping lower, vibrating with need. Her tail wagged faster now, the white tip a blur, smacking my chest with playful impatience. “I’m not here for window shopping. Do me like you mean it.” She demanded imperiously, lowering her chest to the bed, her ass lifting higher, her glistening labia parting further, the pink, slick flesh inside begging for me.
“Swat her ass hard, she obviously askin’ for it with all that fox sass,” Addie’s head came up the edge of the bed staring at us greedily, round ears twitching.
I smirked at Adelle’s suggestion, my hand already rising before I could overthink it.
“You know what, Candace?” I said, my voice low, carrying a playful edge sharpened by the memory of my humiliating gas station brawl. “You held me down while your biker pals turned me into a punching bag. Think it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine.”
Candace’s silver-gray eyes widened, a flicker of surprise atop smoldering mischief. “You would dare raise a hand at the Rhinehart Heiress? Do you know h—” She began imperiously, but her words cut off with a sharp yelp as my hand came down hard on her upraised ass. The crack echoed in the room, her plush, silver-furred cheeks jiggling under the impact. Her tail froze mid-wag, then flicked wildly, the white tip smacking my arm like an indignant whip.
“Fuck!” she gasped. Her hips twitched, pushing back toward me, her glistening labia parting further, the slick, pink petals drooling with her arousal. “That’s… mmmph… very rude!” she whined, but the way her claws dug into the soaked sheets, the way her body arched higher, told a different story.
“Rude?” I repeated, my hand landing another sharp spank. Her whole body jolted, a low, throaty moan escaping, tail thrashing. “You didn’t seem to care about ‘rude’ when you were pinning my arms while Addie clawed my face off.”
Candace’s head dropped lower, her silver hair spilling over the edge of the bed, her ass still high, trembling now. “I… I was just… admiring your tree… Aungh!” Another spank, this one landing square on the fullest part of her cheek, sending a ripple through her fur.
The resulting moan was louder, a desperate, keening sound, more beads of her arousal dripped from her splayed labia, glistening as it hit the bed.
“Alec, you… fuck, ahhh!” she whimpered, her voice cracking, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth as she panted, white claws digging deep into the corner of the mattress.
“Not so tough now, are you, dastardly fox?” I teased, my hand coming down again, alternating cheeks, each smack drawing a louder, more submissive moan. Her ass featured a multitude of wet hand imprints in the silver fur now, her tail whipping frantically, smacking my chest, my thighs, training what looked like tiny tingling sparks of mana in its wake. Her body was trembling, her hips grinding back toward me, begging silently even as she tried to keep up her defiant front. “What was it that your Captain said? ‘A perfect toy?’ Let’s see how you like being the toy.”
“Please,” she whined, her voice breaking into a pathetic, needy whimper. Her silver-gray eyes were glassy, half-lidded, her pupils blown wide. “Alec, I… I’m sorry, okay? I was… ungh! …a dumbass, I didn’t mean… fuck!”
Another spank, this one hard enough to make her whole body lurch forward, her claws tearing deeper into the mattress. Her labia pulsed, her clit throbbing visibly, lower bits contacting. “I can’t… can’t take it anymore!” she cried, her voice a desperate sob, her body shaking, submitting completely under the relentless rhythm of my hand.
“Too bad. Take it,” I said.
I watched her squirm, her plush, glistening mound begging for more than just my hand. “But you’re right, perhaps, you’ve had enough of this.” I paused, my hand hovering, letting her pant and tremble in anticipation, her tail slowing to a nervous twitch. “Time to give you what you really deserve.”
I gripped her hips, my fingers sinking into the soft, silver fur, pulling her back toward me. Her ass was hot under my palms, the flushed skin radiating warmth from the thorough spanking. Her drenched labia contracted again as I positioned myself, my tip brushing her slick entrance, teasing her swollen clit. She moaned, a low, guttural sound, her hips pushing back, trying to take me in, but I held her still, savoring the moment.
“Beg for it,” I said as my hands tightened on her hips. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, Alec,” she whimpered, her voice a high, drooling mess, her body trembling with need, eyes sparkling with tears. “I need you so bad. Fuck, I need you inside me, please, I’m yours, forever and ever. I’m sorry, just… fuck me, please!” Her tail thrashed left and right.
“Good girl,” I murmured, and with one slow, deliberate thrust, I buried myself inside her. Her slick, molten walls enveloped me, so tight and hot it stole my breath, her channel stretching around me, clinging to every inch. She mewled and moaned, claws opening and closing on hands and feet, as her body arched, taking me deeper.
She began thrusting back, swaying her entire hourglass body.
I groaned, my hands gripping her flushed, spanked ass, pulling her back to meet each push. Her tail whipped wildly, smacking my chest. Her hips rocked back harder, more desperate, her moans growing louder, more frantic as she surrendered completely.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice a slurred, whimpering mess, her silver hair bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck me harder, please, I… ungh!” I obliged, slamming into her, my hips meeting her silver behind with a satisfying smack, her walls clenching tighter, her clit brushing my pelvis with every ram, sending tremors through her.
Slowly, with each thrust, her moans became unrestrained screams, tiny silver sparks of magic detonating and pulsing along the edges of her tail, hair, whiskers and claws, her body shaking as I drove her closer to the edge.
Nessy watched, her fingers circling her own clit again, her tail thumping the bed. “God, you two,” she lustily moaned. “You’re gonna make me come just watching.”
Adelle, now sitting up on the carpet, grinned wickedly. “Keep going, Alpha,” she purred, her claws tracing lazy patterns on her own breasts. “Make her scream louder. She deserves it.”
Kristi sat up and leaned closer, eyes locked on where Candace’s slick labia stretched around me, her own hand drifting between her thighs, fingers teasing her swollen clit. “Fuck, she’s so wet,” she rasped, wrapping around me from behind, her beak grazing my shoulder, her feathers tickling my skin. “You’re wrecking her, Alec. Look at that, she’s lighting up like bioluminescent sea foam dinoflagellates!”
Candace’s moans hit a fever pitch, her walls clamping down, her body shuddering as I drove harder, deeper. Her tail thrashed, her claws tore through the mattress, and then she exploded, sending radiant silver fractals across the entire room, her entire hair igniting with silver flashes. Her walls pulsed so tightly it dragged me under with her. A hot, slick flood erupted from her, soaking my hips, my thighs, the bed. Her cry was raw, broken, her body convulsing as she rode out the waves, her labia throbbing around me as I came for the third time.
I panted, my chest heaving, my body swaying like I’d just run a marathon. My vision blurred at the edges, the room a kaleidoscope of colorful, moaning prad femmes.
I was a wreck—gloriously, blissfully wrecked. The clock in the side of the room suggested that we’ve been at it far longer than I originally expected.
The fox was slumped face-down on the bed, her silver-furred ass still raised, tail twitching weakly, drool pooling under her cheek. I swayed again, my legs threatening to give out, the room spinning like I’d chugged a crate of mana wine. Silver stars danced in my eyes, igniting and dying.
“Whoa there, Alpha,” Adelle’s voice cut through my dazed, exhausted bliss. Before I could collapse, her strong, orange-furred arms wrapped around me, hoisting me off the bed like I weighed nothing. Her breasts pressed against my side, warm and firm, her nipples grazing my skin as she carried me bridal-style across the suite.
“Oi, woman, put me down,” I mumbled, half-hearted, my head lolling against her shoulder. She was warm and soft and her deep purr vibrated through me, soothing me immensely, her claws gently kneading my sides as she carried me toward the bathroom.
“Nope,” she grinned. “You need a wash.”
She kicked open the door to the suite’s large Jacuzzi tub framed by gold-white marble tiles featuring ancient, crystallized, sliced and polished shells.
Adelle set me down gently on the edge of the bath, her paws lingering on my shoulders, massaging with an unexpected tenderness. Her claws traced slow, firm circles, working out knots I didn’t even know I had. I groaned, my head tipping back, the tension in my muscles melting under her touch.
She turned on the water. The tub filled up incredibly rapidly, bubbling, steam rising. I suspected that a water Elemental was involved. Addie spilled a container of something into the water making it swirl with a faint, iridescent shimmer—probably some fancy mana-infused bath salts the Moonshard Inn splurged on for wealthy delvers.
“Damn, Addie,” I muttered, eyes half-closed as she resumed her kneading. “You’re... good at this.”
“Course I am,” she purred. “I’m good at lots of things, Alpha.” Her paws slid lower, kneading my lower back. Her purr deepened, a low, primal rumble that made my spent body stir despite itself. “Mkay. Time to rinse.”
Assisted by her, I sank into the jacuzzi, the hot water enveloping me, soothing my aching muscles. Adelle slid in beside me, on my left, her orange fur slicking down as the water lapped at her curvy, tall frame. She kept one arm around me, her paw still massaging my shoulder, her other hand resting possessively on my thigh.
I lowered my hand in and out of the water.
The liquid mana was still clinging to my skin, refusing to mix with water or dissolve in it like proper mundane fluid.
Instead, the droplets seemed to shimmer with radiant rainbows, then incredibly slowly fade into the air like they were being absorbed by some invisible Astral current. I stared, amused, watching a bead of Candace’s mana sparkle and vanish from my chest.
“Sup?” Adelle asked, her head tilting curiously.
“This liquid mana shit,” I said, gesturing to my glistening skin. “Doesn’t even wash off, just... poofs away. Like it’s got a mind of its own.”
“Uh-huh,” Adelle shrugged. “Hope you two wished for something good, like a new car or infinite pizza.”
“Maybe a long nap,” I muttered, sinking deeper into the water, her purr lulling me into a hazy, post-coital bliss.
“Hey you.” Nessy slipped into the tub beside me. Her plush, curvy body pressed against my right side, her tail thumping the water, sending ripples across the tub. She nuzzled my neck, her tongue darting out for a quick, playful lick.
Kristi followed, settling across from me, her long, feathered tail curling around my ankle under the water. Her amber eyes locked onto mine. “You look half-dead,” she teased.
“Half-dead’s generous,” I let out.
Candace sauntered in last carrying a crate of mana wine. She perched on the Jacuzzi’s edge, dipping her paws in, her tail flicking lazily.
“Sup Ads?” She looked at the cheetah. “Looking a bit sour? Didn’t get enuff lovin’ tonight?”
Adelle’s violet-orange eyes narrowed to slits.
“Screw you,” she growled, sinking lower into the water, her orange mane plastering to her face, giving her a comically pouty look. “I’m just... biding my time. Right, Alec?” She glanced at me, her expression that of dramatic sulking, claws flexing against my thigh.
“Hrmmm,” I mused, my voice teasing but with a hint of truth. “I’m still kinda bothered about your earlier shenanigans. Gonna take more than a massage to make that up.”
“Oh, come on!” the cheetah whined, splashing water with her tail, sending droplets flying. “I was drunk! And I said sorry!” She sank lower, her chin dipping into the water, bubbles forming around her muzzle as she muttered, “Ungrateful human... givin’ me blue balls...”
Candace cackled, leaning forward, claws tapping the Jacuzzi’s edge. “Poor baby kitten. Want me to Bind you a memory of Alec railing me?”
“Shut yo fox-hole, you smug beerch,” Adelle snapped, but her pout cracked into a reluctant grin, her tail flicking water at Candace, who dodged with a bark of laughter.
"Uh-huh. You snooze, you lose, Ads," Candace singsonged, pulling out a bottle of mana wine from the box. She uncapped it and took a slow, deliberate sip, as she watched her cheetah packmate.
Adelle let out a groan of theatrical frustration and sank into the bubbling water until only her eyes and the tips of her ears were visible. "I hate you," she grumbled, coming up slightly, though there was no heat in her words. "Shameless, man-stealing fox-hussie."
"Takes one to know one," Candace chirped. She slid closer to me and leaned her head back against my shoulder. "Don't worry, Addie. We'll save you some Alec. Tomorrow. Maybe. If you behave. Consider this your punishment for the harsh Alec-claiming."
"You'd better," came the grumpy reply from the waterlogged cheetah.
“She might act tough,” Candace commented at me, reaching down and petting the cheetahs’ head, “but she’s got more social anxiety than any of us. All cheetahs be like that, this one just hides it well with excessive threats and violence.”
The mostly submerged Adelle grumbled something incomprehensible.
“Don’t be a sad kitten, Addie,” I commented with a smile. “I’ll think about it. Maybe if you keep up the niceness levels, we can work something out.”
Her violet-orange eyes lit up, her pout vanishing in a flash of sharp canines. “Deal!” she came up and yipped, her purr kicking back into high gear. “You won’t regret it, Alpha. I’m way better than these knobs. S’specially this floof.” She jerked a thumb at Candace, who gasped in mock outrage.
“Excuse you, penalty box babe,” Candace huffed. “I just rocked his world.”
“Penalty box my ass,” Adelle growled, but she was grinning now, her body pressed closer to me. “Fine. I'll let you off the hook. This time." She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Just know I'm a very patient hunter."
She resumed massaging me, a smile playing on her dark lips.
We sat there for a long time, chatting, making jokes, laughing, soaking in the warm, bubbling water and sipping mana wine.
It was a perfect, peaceful end to the most insane week of my life. Eventually, I leaned into Nessy’s embrace and my eyes closed on their own.
Comments
Matt Hill
Pancakes clearly are for the Super Extra Lewd Crossover chapter when they meet Martin Vee and Cinder on the field trip :D
ThePolarParadox
3 lewd chapters.... and not one pancake in sight. The quality of this story his gone downhill. 😬 Thnx for the chappies!
Vitaly S Alexius
absolutely lel
Matt Hill
I am sure the raptor family they are supposed to meet soon gonna be a bit miffed this happpened
