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"You sure you'll be okay?"
"Yeah, I'm going out with some friends, it'll be fine. They'll keep me from making bad decisions."
Blake had said it with full confidence, but now she was thinking about absolutely nothing but bad decision while rounding down the hallway. A crop top, some tight pants, some loud music, some dancing... She was dressed for a night out and a few deep, which normally should not have been enough to give her any reason to think she'd make bad decisions. Blake was better than that. She'd always been the one to keep a level head and do sensible thing. The smart thing. She wasn't flawless, but when it came to making bad decisions, Blake was usually able to keep herself out of trouble.
But she was in heat.
Estrus did a lot to ruin a girl's good time, and Bake felt herself a bit dizzy as she walked her way to the bathroom just to pull herself from the club's dance floor. Blake was out with some old friends, trying her best not to let her heat cycle get in the way of them being in town to even visit. Life was finally back to some semblance of sort of normal, and Blake was happy to reunite with friend from Beacon, which felt lifetimes ago by now, but she was delighted by the chance to go out, to dance, even if she wasn’t the kind of girl who typically went out clubbing. Anything just to feel normal for a little while. Her heat cycle wasn't something she was going to let get in the way of that, the pressure that had her in a weird place, frustrated by the ways her body was demanding something from her but also fraying at the seams when it came to self-control.
All because of some dog-eared dickhead.
A canine Faunus was out clubbing too, and he kept eyeing Blake from across the dance floor to her utter frustration. She could feel his gaze on her physically in this state, hating unable to stop thinking about him and fighting to keep her focus elsewhere to her utter madness while she failed at that task. Attempts to dance it off weren't working, attempts to remove herself from the dance floor and just eat her troubles away hadn't done much for her, and she was in a place of growing uncertainty under the fraying, strained feelings of a confusion she hated more and more.
Yang fucked her that morning to try and quell it, but nothing worked. Fingers, tongue, strap-on. it didn't matter. In this heat, there wasn't much that could help Blake; she needed a cock in her to make it stop, and she probably shouldn’t have left the house in heat given that. It was an embarrassing problem to have to face, but there wasn't much she could do about all of it but try to handle it through gritted teeth. She was in a bad place now though; she thought she could tough this out, but she was in an absolutely dreadful state now, fighting to control herself and knowing she didn't have a good way to handle any of that. It was too much, and that fucking dog Faunus was getting the better of her thoughts.
Heading to the bathroom was Blake's hopefully attempt to deal with that; she'd go hide out and try to deal with this. Maybe rub a quick one out? She wasn't sure but she could do fucking something, and she was desperate to continue fighting off these shaky aches, thrills of confusions and hungers to keep her giving in without much in the way of sense here. In the bathroom, she could maybe find some kind of relief and escape. She had to hope so. Had to believe she could.
But down the hall, waiting, was him. Leaned back against a wall, pretending to look at his phone while relaxed back as cool and casual as could be. Sandy-haired haired and heavily tanned, wearing all white save for the gold on his wrist, pointy dog ears perked up to hear her coming. Tall. Muscular. He looked over to her with a smile, already there waiting. "Hey there," he said.
"You're following me," she hissed. "You have to be at this point. Back off, the last guy who stalked me didn't like where he ended up."
"Feisty." He clicked his tongue and sucked in a breath, lifting off of the wall and placing himself in the middle of the hall, not quite blocking her path, but definitely close enough to it to make her have to move past him with intent. "But I don't think you mean it, kitty. I could smell you across the dance floor, I'm surprised you would even go out with how bad your heat must be. But I could smell you even more when you got a look of me, and I know what part of a lady never lies."
"You're a creep," she said, stopping set in place, wanting to try and avoid him as much as she could. Her head shook. "Whatever you think you're doing, I promise you, I don't care. I have a girlfriend, and even if I didn't, I'm not the kind of girl who fucks random guys at the club. I'm here with friends, not to hook up. I don't need your help."
"That's easy to say," he teased. "But it's a lot harder to mean." He drew closer, grasping at the band on his pants. Blake tightened up a bit as he peered behind her, making sure nobody else was coming, and then reached in to fish out his cock. A massive, canine, bright red cock bearing a pair of heavy nuts and a bulbous knot waiting at the base. The shock in her eyes said it all, but just to make clearer, he drew closer. "Still want to rough it out on your own? Or do you want to put that pretty little mouth to work and earn some help?"
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Squatting down with a hand down her pants and the other grasping the base of his knotted cock, Blake was not proud of herself as she bobbed her head back and forth in a shot of absolute madness, her body shivering in total confusion through the euphoria and the heat that kept her wanting to just bend to this madness. She was confused, unable to think straight while she got a taste of real, hard cock for the first time in too long, and she knew she wasn't going to get any better about handling this. Back and forth she worked in sloppy confusion, the hazier worries that continued to pressure her through all of this confusion. It was just such pleasure she had no control over, shakily melting into the outrageous frustrations and the hungers getting to her, a smothering persistence making her feel the ugly desires and the needs getting to her.
"Can't believe you were this easy," he groaned, standing over her with his pants down around his ankles and a careless pressure building inside him, the overbearing frustration and the heat that kept him hungry for this, pleasures keeping him wanting to make the most of these total pleasures, a shamelessness and a hunger he was eager to let heat him up. There was a pleasure to have to give himself right up to in the name of uncontrollable hunger now. There was no reason for him to want to contain himself, the pleasures making him want to keep going without a shred of restraint now.
Blake stared up crossly at him, but did absolutely nothing to fight this off, refusing to do anything but keep sucking in sloppier frustration, accepting the burning hunger sweeping across her, guiding her to want to let this all go, faltering under the exhausting danger and the panic of feelings she was giving in to deeper, hotter, confused by the urgency and the intoxicating swell of pleasures to have to keep giving in to, the faltering frustration and the infuriating bliss of just letting this be too much now. Her hand worked along his cock and her mouth worked harder along his dick. She was desperate for more, giving in with less and less control under these shakier confusions now. It was intoxicating, shameless, so overbearing to have to endure while she gave up, and she was powerless under all of it.
Her cunt dripped with pure need; even the taste of dick was enough to compel her deeper, a feeling of exhausting glee and frustration that made her want to lose herself, maddening sensations begging her to give p to this and to act on the feelings that left her falling completely apart. She loved this more than she should have, melting into the frenzied desire and obedience of blowing this stranger, her mouth watering with unbearable need and a desire building up to something chaotic, the hopelessness and the hunger of giving up completely, and all she could do was give up to these pleasures she was desperate for more of. These pleasures were just too much for her to understand, and in these throbbing joys was a pleasure she couldn't do anything but completely surrender to. The unchained excitement of giving up to all of this was a tremendous burst of total madness, the manic heat and the frustration that pressured her, step by step, in pursuit of things she was doomed to just give up to. The completely unhinged, infuriating pressure behind all of this was something she had to give up to completely, the wicked sweep of pleasures and needs she was happy to let tear her apart.
"You suck cock too good to be a lesbian," he said.
Blake pulled back, shaking her head. 'I'm bi," she gasped. "My girlfriend is the lesbian."
"Good, make her taste me." He pulled her back down onto his cock with a hand on the back of her head. "Fuck. Cheating, slutty bi girls sneaking around for dick their girlfriends can't give them. I love those even more."
His mockery and the smug, debasing remarks didn't do anything to stop her; Blake continued only to suck in hopeless surrender and reverence to feelings of madness and obsession getting the better of her now. She was trapped in these hopeless and confusing pressures, the bubbling heat of feelings she was desperately lost in, the powerless confusions and frustrations to keep her giving in to the pleasures she had to keep embracing, giving in to the outrageous frustrations and the panics she gave in to with deepening shame, the overbearing pressure frustrating her with the ferocity and the chaos she continued to give in to. There was an infuriating and overbearing pressure here for her to have to face, confusions and worries escalating with throbbing shame, a persistence and a hunger she continued to succumb to.
Her mouth was ready, hopeless, slurping noisily around the big dick she continued to give up to, the confusions and the frustrations leaving her a hopeless mess she continued to surrender to, the overbearing chaos she continued to accept in surrender and confusion she was lost to, completely unable to grasp the pressures taking her ever lower. She kept blowing him in a hopeless burn of sweet pleasure, senseless and smothering chaos she felt herself lost in, the powerlessness of a confusion that felt like total mania now. She was just sucking, serving, giving in deeper to her desires.
Her head spun, her body shook, and the ugly reality check came down on her while she sank into this shame, the confusion and the panic she fell into deeper. There was nothing she could make any fucking sense of here, the tiring reality that kept her drowning in lust, ashamed of the pleasures and the panics she continued to throw herself into. The throbbing obedience and confusion carried her into the most hopeless of these pleasures, a pursuit to keep giving in to without sense, the pleasures and the worries she continued to succumb to, the feelings she was determined to make the most of. It was all too much for her to bear, the ecstasies and the worries she gave in to with hotter spectacle, unable to resist the pleasures taking her, feelings of persistence and hunger and need that drove her crazy with desire now.
The hand on the back of her head pulled her down harder, Blake gasping as he muttered something about 'not making a mess of her clothes', which was a mocking way for him to get down her throat when he came. she gave in to it, her eyes rolling back as she went, "Gluk," on the single stroke into her throat. To feel him fire off his load right into her like this made hr body shake in pure frustration, the fever and the mania and the hunger that left her powerlessly stuck in a state of total euphoria, the creeping shames she just accepted. She had no choice but to, melting into the pressures and the worries she was powerlessly stuck giving in to, the pressures indulging in something she felt powerless to make sense of, giving up without sense to the unrestrained shame and the confusion this granted her.
He made sure to let loose every drop of his jizz down her throat before he pulled back, admiring the sight of Blake drooling and shivering, bright red in the face, her eyes hazy. "You make a cute slut, kitty."
"I have a name."
"And you didn't give it to me, you just got right to sucking my dick."
Blake whimpered in the grim absence of a way to argue with that, shutting her eyes and shivering in pure embarrassment, wiping the spit from her chin. "Did I do well enough?" she hissed. "Will you fuck me now? I--look, I'm not doing this for fun, okay? I love my girlfriend, th--"
"You just love cock more?"
"Stop that," she hissed. "You can't do that to me. You can't make me say things like..." Her eyes went a little dizzy before sinking shut, her lips pressing forward to pepper his cock with more kisses.
"I knew it," He teased. "Yeah, you're helpless. Fortunately, you're cute. Nice tits. Fat ass. If that pussy feels as good as it smells, I think I can do this."
There was simply no escaping this shaky mews now for Blake, who has pulled up from her squat and bent forward, leaned over the toilet to brace against the wall while he yanked her pants down and shoved his cock most of the way into her with one stroke. She was drenched, and the sounds she made broke any illusion of stealth; if anyone was in the bathroom, they knew instantly what was going on. Maybe even out into the fucking hallway; she was a shaky mess of confusion and frustration carrying her to something she was completely lost to, the potent insanity and the confusion of pleasures she was going to have to just break down for here. It was too much, her thoughts shivering through hopeless pleasures and spectacles she felt herself powerless to grasp, body heaving in shivers of euphoria and passion she had to accept, giving in to the deepest, maddest reaches of pleasure she was going to need to give up to fully. Her body heaved back and forth in these shakier feelings, the pleasure sweeping across her body with a tired and infuriating pressure meant to break her down.
"I need cock," she whined, her jaw trembling as she gave up to all of this. Her big ass crashed back against the dog man's lap while he pounded into her. Blake wasn’t proud of how deeply she gave in to all of this, the persistence and the confusions she was forced to have to accept in growing madness, the miserable pressure she was giving up to, the dizzier shame and the confusions that continued to break her down in the shivers of total mania, the confusion and the panic of pleasures that continued to unravel her, the pleasure and the hunger she was powerlessly focused on, giving in to the despair and the fever of pleasures she was trapped in here, hopelessly throbbing under the persistence and the madness to keep giving in to fully. There was an intoxicating, throbbing spectacle behind these brilliant feelings, sensations of infuriating heat and pleasure she had to keep giving in to, her body lost to the tireless frustration getting the better of her, trapping her in something so merciless and chaotic that she just couldn't imagine trying to contain all of it.
Letting loose hopeless moans and sweet bursts of mania, the ecstasy and the confusion that robbed her of focus, the tireless pressure bringing her something that she couldn't possibly resist now. His knot kissed her labia with each deep push, an intentional holding-back leaving her to keep giving in to this without fully committing to everything. He was out to make her fall harder apart, the dizzier pressures deepening the shame burning across her now. "You're such a slut," he told her, the pressures imposing upon her the pleasures and the feelings to have to continue to pressure her with, the pleasure that burned with truly hopeless ecstasy, a relentless, shivering pleasure to have to face with growing mania. The persistence and the shamelessness beyond all of this offered something unreasonable, the senseless passion that built within her to a point of utter insanity.
"Don't hold back," she moaned. "If you want to treat me like a slut, then fucking commit to it. I'm in heat, asshole! I’m not just here to be your fucktoy. Take care of my fucking problem." She was a needy mess dizzily falling into the pleasures and the confusions begging her to give in, the profound mania and confusion leaving her a profound mess falling into these feelings, into the overbearing worries she was giving in to with a madness and a hunger she felt powerless to give in up to now, where all she could do was give herself in to deeper feelings, the brutality and the chaos of pleasures leaving her crumble in a fit of total insanity.
"Kitty's got some attitude," he taunted. "Keep throwing it back, you're just a slut to me, and I'll give you my knot if you play like a good kitty." His hand crashed across her ass, evoking wild gasps of panic from Blake; she was powerless to fight the weight of this attention, thrusts wearing her down with increasingly bitter and feverish aggression, pressuring her into a state of creamy madness she continued to give up to, the faltering misery and agonizing plunge of feelings that continued to break her down now. It was all so good to keep pursuing, the indulgence he was determined to make her crumble for now. It was just too fucking much. The pleasure bubbled across her tired and needy body, a draining, tiring burn of all the merciless feelings that she was faced with, met by the shameless insistence of things that she was powerless now to grasp.
Blake was a cowering wreck under his touch, powerlessly consumed by the pleasures throbbing across her, the tiring and shameful insistence that continued to burn her up, an exhausting swell of the most careless of these joys, the pleasures that continued to ruin her with increasingly dire results. The pleasure was so much to have to succumb to, the overbearing throb of pleasure carrying her to have to give in to this now, but his big cock stretched her out perfectly, challenging Blake with the pressure that left her to howl out in pure mania, the ecstasy and the hunger she had no idea how to contain, and she knew it was exactly what she needed now. The pleasure here was such a spectacular mess of erratic and hopeless pleasure, things that didn't make enough sense, but which were just there for her to accept in full.
When she came, it was a burst of the kind of euphoria that she wasn't proud to admit she craved so sorely, but the euphoria spoke for itself. She came her brains out in hollering ecstasy, the euphoria catching her with a burning pressure and a passion she had to confront with burning bliss, a euphoria and a confusion she felt herself ripped apart by now. The pleasure begged her into a state of maddening, churning pressure she was faced with. "Cum in me!" she screamed. She shouldn't have, but her body betrayed her, her heat robbing her of control and guiding her to have to be a noisy, sloppy wreck of a bitch, just letting herself surrender to the profound madness upon her.
She got more than cum; his knot drove its way into her, locking her cunt as he pushed her forward. "Cheating whore," he groaned.
"Yes, fuck, yes yes yes yes yes. I'm a cheating bitch. I'm dirty little slut cheating on my girlfriend with a huge doggy dick, fuck, cum in me! Breed me. Breed my slutty kitty pussy, cat girls can't be faithful when they're in heat. We're not able to, we're weak, we need cock!" Blake would never have spoken like this during sex in any circumstance but in her heat, and the frenzied, crazed satisfaction ripped through her with a truly shameful pressure, an embarrassing reality that left her body trapped in this sweet bliss. Hot spurts of molten spunk filled her up, sent her spiraling into the confusion and the earnest joy of a messy bliss too sloppy for her to be able to make sense of. She understood the euphoria and the hunger all breaking across her, ravenous joys and passions she was happy to really five herself to, the confusion of earnest frustration and heat she was desperately trapped in here, the confusion and the hunger of pleasures she had to accept utterly. It was too much for her to process, and all she could do was let this break her.
"Still don't know your name," he teased, pulling her in tight against her. "Or are you embarrassed to tell me?"
"B-Blake," she whined. 'My name is Blake. And yours is... uh..." She whined.
"Rex," he said, groping her ass with ruthless satisfaction. "Wanna head back to my place?"
"No, m-mine," she said. "I live nearby."
"Yours?" he asked, perking an eyebrow. "Risky, alright. Sure, I'll make sure your bed reeks of me for when your girlfriend gets home."
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"Well, this isn't what I expected," Rex said, led into the living room where Yang was already waiting. "Hi there, I'm Rex, I'm Bla--"
"I know what you are," Yang said, "Don't bother to lie to me." Yang looked over to her girlfriend. "You have such a fucking type."
"Come on, that's not fair," sighed Blake. "He just--" She looked back at his muscular chest, then at Yang's rack. "I guess chesty blondes really is my type."
"Want to explain what's going on now, or am I supposed to guess?" he asked.
"You're the man who's here to fuck my girlfriend," Yang said, "Not sure what needs explaining."
"She acted like it was a problem to be cheating, you don't sound like it is."
"It's more fun if I do that," Blake explained, turning back around and peppering Rex with kisses, teasing him into an even more confused State of eagerness. "Truth is, Yang and I have an arrangement. She can't deal with my heat, so she doesn't mind if I cheat on her with guys and get my fix of cock. It's been a while since we did one, and sometimes she wants to watch."
"Lesbian and a cuck, huh?" Rex asked.
"Oh, those are fighting words," she said. "Pick your spots well, or I'll kick you out before you finish."
"She's probably already got my kid inside of her," Rex shot back. "But I don't think you can pull me out of her, honestly, so go ahead and try if you want to, but if I need to fight to rail this pussy some more, I won't hesitate."
"There's no need to keep fighting," Blake said, grabbing Rex and yanking his collar. She pulled him toward the bedroom. "Yang, be nice to him. Rex, stop pissing off my girlfriend." She knew Yang got territorial sometimes, but that was just something she had to work with, making sense of all these frustrations, doing her best to try and deal with this insanity
Blake led Rex to the bedroom, where he proceeded to throw her down and get himself up on top of her in an instant, moving with careless excitement to start on all the pleasure awaiting him as he pushed her onto her hands and knees, sliding up to fuck her doggy style on the edge of the bed, his hand crashing across her ass. "Come get in your cuck chair, blondie, I'm already sank in!" he called.
"Fuck you," Yang said, but did come up behind them and drop herself into the chair by the bed. "Ass hole."
"No, I'll fuck that next," he taunted, giving another slap to Blake's ass while he pounded into her cunt, merciless strokes wasting no time in using her. "Somehow you're an even bigger slut for this than you were when I thought you were cheating."
Blake let out laughing moans as the deep strokes wore at her, the spectacular, grand rush of a pleasure she was happy to get right to the core of. .Deep thrusts wore at her without a care for her dignity, the uncontrollable, uncontainable fever that begged her to give in, and she was happy to let it tear through her. Non-stop motions of sloppy excitement carried her to let go in a heartbeat, the pleasure that carried her to something outrageous here, the pleasure she knew was about to break her down, the tireless pressure and the hunger she needed to pursue. There was no reason to hold herself back in the face of all this, pleasures she felt ready to embrace for lack of anything else.
Throwing back for his attention, Blake felt the relief continue to burn through her, the escalating pressure of feelings that begged her to want to keep her falling into this with burning joy ,the excitement bubbling up into the most outrageous and most tireless of these feelings, the pleasure so fanatical and feverish that all she could do was keep embracing this all. She was a mess giving in to the pleasures to have to keep rolling with, giving up to the pleasure she was happy to roll with ,the boisterous fever of a hungry throb of pleasure she continued to rock back and forth with, feelings of pleasure she continued to embrace, falling apart for the sake of these growing shames, a worrisome reality that swept across her without a moment's reason.
Rex put on a show, his eyes falling now onto Yang while she wriggled in the chair, burning in embarrassment and writhing excitement. He perked an eyebrow, wondering what he could get away with and pushing for harder indulgence while he used her. "Like what you see?" he asked.
Yang slipped a hand down her shorts, telling him, "Pay attention to her, not me, creep."
"Pay attention to me!" Blake gasped. "And breed me. Breed my slutty kitty pussy. I want it. The best way to solve my heat is to fuck a baby in me and your big, hard cock is the perfect one for the job!" Blake continued to surrender, noisier expressions of these beautiful ecstasies, attentions building into total madness through the feelings of total joy she was happy to keep embracing, the continued collapse of her dirty while she rocked on in back and forth mania. She had to keep rolling with all this pleasure, the tireless hunger throbbing across her with only one goal in mind, and she happily fell apart for it. These pleasures broke across her with such a tired, shaky mess of satisfaction, the brilliant euphoria of feelings she was completely unable to contain. The unchained madness here brought her something she had no idea how to contain, the unstoppable and sloppy ache thrilling her down to her fucking core now.
"You are pretty nice t pay attention to," he laughed. "With this big ass bouncing on my lap."
"It'll be even bigger if you knock me up," she whined. The dizzy ecstasy within Blake was completely unhinged, the maddening slide into these feelings with potent madness, the pleasure she was determined to give in to, feelings of madness and hunger she was happy to really embrace, the deeper, profound chaos that drove her crazy with need, the hunger and the frustration that spiraled across her, a persistent heat that she was completely unable to make sense of, and under the weight of this was something totally fucking unhinged, the pleasures that continued to beg her into these feelings.
The breed-hungry catgirl had Rex in paradise, but he was still focused too much on Yang; he couldn't help himself here, looking at her rubbing herself, meeting the scoffing looks, wondering what to do with the way she was acting. He was so intrigued by how she reacted to him and by the possibilities driving him to keep indulging in all of this, the pressures he was intrigued in with growing frustration, the pressure making him want to keep pressuring her and making the most of all this senseless chaos, an attention and a pleasure he was ready to make more of. He locked eyes with her while he pounded rougher and faster into her girlfriend, the feverish attention building up into the most senseless and frustrating chaos, spectacular under the feelings of aggression and warmth eh could keep appreciating, the pleasures pressuring him to act on these unwise pressures, the feelings of senseless fever and attention to have to face.
Blake babbled her way through a mad climax, shuddering in hopeless relief and a senseless haze of joy and passion beyond reason. There was nothing to do but give in to all of it, the ecstasy getting the better of her. Her inner walls begged down around Rex's cock, ready to give in to this sloppy fever and the hunger ripping across her, an ecstasy she was going to have to just give in to completely now. It was a pleasure she had to surrender to completely, the throbbing madness pressuring her with feelings of total joy, the warming, obsessive frustration that had her needing to want to give up completely.
Yang rubbed faster, fiercer, gritting her teeth and groaning, "Get your eyes off of me and fuck my girlfriend! The hell is wrong with you, creep? You think you can just thrust hard enough you'll impress a lesbian into putting out for you?"
"Actually, yeah," Rex said. "Yeah, I think I do." Pulling out of Blake, he jolted across the room, yanking Yang's legs up and folding her in half in her cuck chair, her shorts coming off and his cock slamming into her. "I think waiting for me to snap and take some dyke pussy is exactly what you guys have been waiting for."
Yang hollered in total panic as he rammed into her, the electrifying chaos and panic of pleasures ripping through her, a tired and hopeless burn of pleasure burning across her with heat and frustration that ripped across her, burning with unreasonable excitement through her body with a feeling of total desperation, the madness and the panic she felt herself having to just let rip across her now. It wasn’t right, wasn’t sane, but she found herself in a place of sweet insanity too steep to have to deal with. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
Her legs were up over his shoulders, but for extra grounding, he got a hand around her neck. "You're a strong girl, come on. Fight me off, dyke. If I'm doing anything you don't want to do, you'd have punched me by now. Your bi slut girlfriend would be trying to get me off of you, but I bet she's playing with my cum while she watches me rail her lesbo girlfriend and put her in her place. You're not a cuck, you're a bitch who wants an excuse to get dicked down." He railed her with reckless delight, mercilessly fixated on pounding into the hole begging for his attention, and he was happy to continue using her as far and as deep and as hard as he could.
The moans spilling out of Yang only got needier and hotter as she fell victim to the deepening haze upon her. "Just because you have a big dick doesn't mean you can treat me like this," she hissed, but she did so with a smile growing across her face. "Doesn't mean you can pin down a dyke and use her like a slut, like I'm some dumb cat Faunus in heat. I'm not a--fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm not a plaything for you!" But she was. She was so glad he picked up on it, so glad he was balls deep in her, drilling her hole. Yang was a lesbian who liked getting used by the men who fucked her girlfriend. In bursts, she liked it when Blake cheated on her, brought the guy home, and had him rail her, and Blake never set her up for disappointment by bringing home anything but the kind of man who could give Yang a run for her money.
Every stroke was Rex taking a victory lap, jamming into her. "Your cunt feels even tighter than your girlfriend's, must be what happens when a girl doesn't get all the dick she needs," Rex continued. "You like feeling that, dyke? You like being fucked by a big doggy dick and taught what you’re missing out on?"
"Yes," she hissed, smile growing, his hand tightening around her throat, all these mad ecstasies bringing Yang a stubborn rush of brilliance and euphoria. She wanted nothing less than to get fucked utterly stupid, and under the demands and desires of this mess. She needed him to fuck her, craving this man's dick, letting out a burst of sweet noise.
"Knot her," whined Blake, fondling herself on the bed. 'She needs to feel it. She needs to be knotted. Yang, it's so fucking good!"
"Cock is amazing," Yang whined, giving in with just as much affectation as before, playing along to take on the role of the dicked-down lesbian unable to believe how nice cock was. Rex could tell, but he finally had something engage with, persistent and reckless while every stroke into her cunt wore down rougher and messier at the situation before him. He was unstoppable, savouring the chance to fuck her into total submission and knowing that the pleasures he played with were a fiery mess of total surrender. The joy of submission came on fiercer, hotter, more tiring in its persistence, more thrilling in its pressure. Yang's pussy squeezed down around Rex's cock in a fit of absolute madness, the manic delight pressuring her to give in, staring up in desperate joy at him, torn between defiance and submission in a way that drove Rex crazy to gaze down upon. He wanted more, carelessly fixated on the opportunity to make her bend to his will, and each stroke forward continued on in a proud burst of all the messiest, haziest pleasures.
The feeling of Rex's knot shoving into her was just too much for Yang; she howled out in bliss as she gave in, shuddering through the persistence and the fever of a pleasure she felt powerless to grasp, the overwhelming bliss of things she had no idea how to grasp and every intention of letting ruin her. There was nothing reasonable here, nothing that she could do to contain these pleasures in their most confusing and most shameless depths. Her cunt was stretched out by the inflating knot locking her in, and Yang shuddered through a grand and hopeless burn of pleasure that felt so grand and so intimidating that she could hardly believe it was happening. Yang came on his cock like only a pent-up lesbian could, thrashing about under the pressure of his body against hers, drowning in the euphoria of smothered ecstasy and knowing she could do nothing but give up to this in a feeling of total madness.
"That's a good dyke," Rex taunted, pulling back with a steady application of pressure until his knot popped out of her cunt. He reached back, grabbing hold of Blake from the bed and shoving her face between her legs. "Come suck my jizz out of this creampied lesbian," he commanded, burying Blake into her girlfriend's snatch and sliding his cock up her ass.
Blake trembled in hopeless, hazy excitement, loving the sensation of her sensitive ass hole getting stretched; it brought on immediate rushes of a very potent, very reckless elation, something that she knew she was about to have to give herself up to in the name of smouldering submission, where all she wanted was to let the pleasure get the better of her now. Unrestrained, hopeless satisfaction begged her to let go of herself. She got to work at diving in, licking around with her tongue in a hopeless pursuit of the pleasures upon her, sloppily focused on trying to mine out every drop of cum she could from the tight hole waiting her.
"Fucking ass hole," groaned Yang.
"Yeah, that's what I'm doing, you dumb bitch," Rex shot back, trying to piss her off more while he pounded her girlfriend’s big butt. He was having too much fun with this, watching her get all riled up again, marveling at the ways she shivered and shuddered in dizzier confusion, falling prey to the hopeless insistence of his lusts that continued to make a fucking mess of her. The pleasure was unstoppable and rapturous, focused on making sure she was doomed to fall to pieces, that all he had to do was keep throwing himself into the pleasure and reaping the rewards of it now. No slowing down, no holding back. He was unstoppable, carelessly claiming her hole and loving every second of how far he could take her.
"You can't talk to me like that just because you knotted me."
"Yes he can," whined Blake. "Big dicks mean setting the rules. Let him say it, it's hot seeing him fuck you. You have to let him keep fucking you." Blake was a babbling mess lot to the drowning, smothering hunger that consumed her, feelings of hopeless desire begging her body into a state of euphoric need. The overpowering joy of letting go continued to ruin her. There was nothing to do but give in to the total delight sending her crashing down, feelings of urgency and madness. There wasn't much to do but give in to all of it, feelings of confusion and weighty desperation building into out of control spectacles now, robbing her of focus and of sense for the sake of desperate, sloppy fever now.
"Yeah, listen to me, you have to let me keep hitting that tight dyke hole," he groaned. "I'm gonna fuck those tits, too." He reached forward, groping Yang through her shirt while drilling up her girlfriend's ass. "Btu you want that, don't you? The guy with the big dick and the bad attitude, treating you and your girlfriend like playthings, disrespecting you? This is what gets you off, you fucking freak."
Spiraling into dizzier fury and ecstasy, Yang had no argument against these attentions; she was just falling deeper, held aloft by the sweet madness of giving up, cooing hopeless ecstasies through the needy throbs that took her. She couldn't pretend to have it in her to fight this off, sliding into the outrageous frustrations that begged her submission harder and fiercer, making her let go of herself in the name of pleasures that were sure to reach a breaking point if this kept up, where all she could do was accept how badly she needed to crumble. The collapse of all dignity left her to fall to pieces, a trembling wreck who could 't understand heads or tails in this mess now. Having Blake devour her cunt this hard certainly helped put everything into some kind of a perspective, the drowning insistence making her head spin and her body ache through maddening sensations that didn't give her any breathing room, the impatience and the spectacle of pleasures too grand to make any fucking sense of once she got going.
Having her pussy eaten so feverishly helped this all along way too well; Yang was embarrassed by her slide into this mess, even while she grew noisier and more vocal. Rex's attention on her tits left her writhing harder, wriggling in joy, all while she looked down to see Blake's big ass rippling and capping from the pace of the slams into it.
Anal was Blake's biggest weakness, the kind of hopeless passion to keep her giving in to the pleasure that left her to keep surrendering to the outrageous joy of letting this break her. It wasn't breeding, but it left her feeling all sorts of desperate and shaky while his balls slapped against her dripping cunt, and all she had to do was welcome the destructive whims that pressured her now, feelings of earnest submission that brought her to an almost enlightened fit of sweet oblivion. It encouraged her absolute cooperation in eating pussy as hard as she could, diving in with mindless satisfaction and a need to see how far she could ride this all out, en route to a crash into the most beautiful and most desperate of these joys now.
Just barely avoiding knotting her ass, Rex yanked back so he could fire off all over it instead, erupting all over her round cheeks and pressuring her to indulge in the pleasure and the fever of a joy he couldn't resist, the chaotic joy that held him tight, made him want to savour this sweet pleasure now. He was determined to make this all ache in sweet, feverish relief. He was driven by the pleasure and the hunger to want to appreciate utterly. Blake came regardless, the shuddering of sweet pleasures and ecstasies to have to give in to, the drowning insistence of a sweet madness and a hunger she could give in to completely. Blake pulled back from her girlfriend's cunt and pulled herself up, going for a kiss.
A kiss Yang couldn't pretend not to want; she was desperately, greedily lost to this pleasure, melting in the sweet relief and joy of giving in, the relief of pleasures she was determined to give in to. Yang made out with Blake in the throbbing relief and the hunger of pleasures that tore hard through her. There was a beautiful mess of total madness to have to give in to here, the persistence and the hunger of bubbling-up joys she surrendered to immediately. "You want to fuck my tits?" she asked, bubbling up with straining excitement. "You want to fuck a blonde lesbian's big, fat titties, creep?"
Rex yanked Yang off of the chair and threw her down onto the bed, tugging her shirt off and throwing it aside, climbing up on top of her. He straddled her stomach, holding her down, manhandling her in absolute delight. "What the fuck kind of question is that?" he scoffed, sliding his dick into her cleavage, squeezing her tits together and getting right to work at the merciless vigor of feverish, sloppy excitement. back and forth he worked with careless excitement, building up the momentum and the hunger of pleasures he was determined to make the most of immediately, the right-away burn of pleasure carrying him to want to make a big fucked up mess of these sloppy feelings. He wanted to really commit himself to the pleasure, feelings of indulgence and frantic heat making him want to throw everything he had into all this mess.
Yang looked up at him with shaky delight. "You're never going to fuck a big titted dyke again, so maybe it count."
"Bullshit I won't, I know where you live now," he laughed. Carrying on with wild thrusts into her tits, he let loose the pleasure with a careless insistence and a fever that carried him to just make him want to go all out. He really did savour the chance to indulge in this body, carelessly fucking into the tight cunt without a care, the pleasures begging him to want to keep embracing all these senseless satisfactions. Moving from Blake’s big ass to Yang's big tits was an absolute dream; he'd just met these women but he was ready to really throw himself into these joys with a burning need for more.
"Blake, I love your taste in men," whined Yang, tongue rolling out of her mouth, fingers jamming into her cunt. She was ready to give herself to this pleasure, the burning obsession and the excitement carrying her to want to fall apart, the persistence and the hunger of needs she continued to give in to without sense, the pleasure she felt herself giving up to fully, the embracing chaos of pleasure and the hunger she needed to accept. This was everything she could have asked for, the hopeless thrill of spectacular hunger and satisfaction she let rip her to pieces. No restraint, no sense, no moment of hesitation. All she could do was fall apart for this joy, letting him bully her tits with his cock.
"A guy has to be kind of sketchy if he wants to fuck my dyke girlfriend’s pussy and knock me up," Blake cooed. The pleasures were overbearing ,the sweet thrill of pleasures and excitements to have to keep embracing, She came up behind Rex, kissing all over his neck, moaning, "You're only the third man to ever fuck her tits. Make it count, then pin me down and breed me again, okay?"
Rex let the smug indulgence carry him on in back and forth excitement, the pleasure carrying him to keep reveling in the sloppy excitement begging him to want to go all out. He knew he could carry on with ruthless and shameless excitement here. He couldn't hold it together, letting his hips move in quicker, hastier gestures forward, losing sight of control and reason for the sake of a dizzier pressure begging him to just go all fucking out. He was ruthless reckless, feverishly attempting to make the most of pleasures that just stop. Rex let it all loose, let the pleasure carry him into total madness, and he didn't hold back on any of it, carrying on into careless ecstasy on his path into busting a nut all over Yang's tits.
With a hard groan and a brilliant burst of joyful, shameless excitement, Rex let loose, groaning out in joy as he came all over her. Her tits received the sticky, gooey mess of bliss all over them, his focus burning through him while he made a mess of her, letting all this sticky spunk make a big, sticky wreck of her. Yang took it all in brilliant delight, the thrill of smiling out in sweet joy while she reveled in the total destruction and elation of giving in to this all. Yang took it all with a smile on her face, body caught in shudders of sweet, surging madness, the mania of pleasures she continued to crave.
Rex slapped down on her big tits and pulled back, smirking as he boasted, "I'm going to fuck both of you crazy bitches." He threw Blake on top of Yang, where the lovers met with a renewed burst of affection, kissing under the joy of giving in to this ,delving into the stranger pressure and the ferocity to keep giving in to now. He slammed into Yang and slapped Blake's ass, recklessly indulging in all the sloppy excitement to keep him wanting to bear down on them both. His canine dick was ready for them both, these pleasures building up with shameless, enduring chaos, a senseless slide into all the pleasure he could make the most of, unable to hold back his wicked aims.
Switching back and forth between the girls brought on a ruthless build-up of fanatical chaos for him to have to chase, working to slam into one then the other, fucking them both with a careless pressure to keep pursuing in the name of pure insanity. Rex was out to indulge and found satisfaction in using them both, letting the pleasure beg him along in the show of total satisfaction, greedily seeking the pleasure that escalated with a merciless need to keep riding high on this. He was determined to indulge in both these girls, obsessive and forceful under a pleasure he was able to really commit to, plunging into both women, using their cunts, turning this lesbian couple into his cocksluts for the night. A dream come true for a kind of sketchy guy who could pick out a Faunus in heat from across the dance floor.
"Breed me, knock me up, make me your pregnant kitty slut. Give me a litter of puppies with that fat fucking knot. I love fucking men, my heat makes me straight, my heat makes me a fucking cockslut!" Blake babbled.
"Pound this lesbian pussy until I forget I'm supposed to like girls!" hollered Yang. "Fuck my gold star away and dump a load in my cunt, I want to know what you really think of girls like me and I want you to get off to disrespecting me."
Switching up between their holes ignited one of them into bursts of dirty talk, keeping things fresh and overbearing while he thrust away at the holes begging him for more. He was in control, confidently cruising along in the name of pleasures that weren’t getting any saner, the persistent thrill that made this all feel too good for him to care about anything but the euphoria of losing control. He was in a state of mindless, greedy satisfaction while he used them up, pounding into both and loving how good it was to just be in total control. Yang and Blake were both his for the taking, powerless under the thrill of his touch and the enduring chaos of pleasures that felt better, messier, like he was just doomed to lose control to all of this.
Blake and Yang clung to one another, melting into the joy, feeling one another up while they let this man use them both. There was no reason to hold back or to pretend there was anything but undignified ecstasy in what they gave up to now; they were both locked in this mess, eager for all the attention they could get, lost to cross-eyed euphoria and accepting that under the weight of this pleasure there was nothing but hopeless fever to give up to. They needed more of this, lost to the pleasure, embracing the uniting joy of being locked in this mess as one, overjoyed and overwhelmed, so hopeless but so happy.
"You look so hot filled with cock," moaned Blake.
"You look so hot in heat," Yang returned.
They were lost to this joy together, and all Rex had to do was keep pace on having his fun with them, reveling in the satisfaction and the chaos of this total fucking breakdown. The girls were lost to this together; their plan to have a man come and put them through their paces had worked off perfectly; it had been a while since they broke their monogamy for this sort of insane fun, but they couldn't pretend it wasn't just what they craved. Rex and his big, canine cock were the key to a fun night for them both, and under this drowning ecstasy was the essence of a satisfaction they couldn't resist for even a moment. The burning, sloppy ecstasy behind all this mess was something to be marveled at, something to be lost to, and under these draining moments of sweeping joy, this all became something to simply have to fucking accept.
Switching up needier, greedier, letting them both have it, Rex made sure he held back nothing in his pursuit of pleasure. He wanted to creampie them both, wanted to knot them in for a long, locked-up breeding session, but he also wanted to use the rest of their bodies. Blake hit her peak, then Yang, and as the girlfriends writhed in ecstasy, Rex pulled back, hand on his cock, to finish all over Blake's ass again, this time catching Yang's thighs in the crossfire. The girlfriends ground against one another, arms wrapped in hopeless, smouldering adoration for one another, and Rex continued to savour the utter dominion he held now over this situation, the shameless and insatiable glee he felt in this pleasure. It was precisely as he wanted it to be.
Both girls twisted in aching, hopeless euphoria while he loomed over them, their bodies trembling through the forsaken bliss of giving in, unable to think clearly and stubbornly determined to let their bodies melt into this lust without any hesitation. The pleasure was too much, ecstatic and indulgent while they shook through the orgasms he gave them, girlfriends united in this threesome to keep giving one man all that he wanted, no matter how deranged and depraved it felt. There was only the clingy, stifling bliss of giving in to worry about now, pleasures feeling messier and hotter while they gave in with back and forth elation. They shivered in total ecstasy, lost to the chaos, continuing to slide into deeper.
"Worship me," he commanded. Blunt. Careless. He slipped off of the bed to stand up and to proudly present himself with unerring, unwavering confidence. "Get on your knees and worship my cock together like a pair of stupid dyke cocksluts."
"Yes, sir," whined Blake.
But more surprisingly, so did Yang.
Hitting their knees in front of him, Yang and Blake grasped his red rocket, both planting messy kisses all over his shaft, sloppily adoring him with a careless pressure and a need that burned without hesitation. Messy licks up and down the length of his throbbing shaft praised him with unerring devotion, the excitement escalating now without control for this sloppy wreckage. They were ready to obey, Blake broken in by her heat and Yang happily taking on the role as the 'broken' and tamed dyke. There was only submission from them, their kinky play coming beautifully to a head in the fitful insanity that took them, where all they had to do was embrace the wicked opportunity to give in, lost to the outrageous and uncontrollable spectacle behind all of this. Yang looked like a hit dog while she licked along his cock ,contrasting her girlfriend's cock-crazed, wide-eyed neediness perfectly, but within this mess was a spectacular craving that pulled them in deeper, robbed them of sense, and brought utter oblivion with it.
Blake's licks were quick, rabid, moving with feline precision in her licks to appreciate and praise his dick. "Tastes so good," she whined, sampling Yang and hers' cunts on his dick while she cleaned it up, happy to be of service and eagerly letting these joys build into uncontrollable madness. She was determined to keep licking, letting broad strokes of her tongue drag across his shaft in a show of absolute desperation, the shivers of delight and hunger that called for the surrender she craved most. There was nothing she could do about all this satisfaction, pleasures that continued begging her into ruin, deeper and hotter under the strained excitement making her head spin.
Yang was all to more direct, broad strokes of her tongue dragging along his cock, moving with surprising confidence and steadiness given her most certain lack of experience. Didn’t matter. Maybe she fucked lots of guys. Rex didn't care; this was a lesbian slut slobbering all over his dick, and he continued to appreciate all that came with that, the pleasures begging him to keep acting and to keep pressuring her, carelessly fixated on the chance to make her his. "I love cock," she whimpered, a traitor to her own identity, reveling in the vile indulgence and decadence of letting herself unravel.
There was no way Rex wasn’t going to take some dips down their throats, though; he grabbed both by the hair and pulled Yang down, catching her by surprise ash e shoved his cock in deep, pulling back to hit Blake with the same, taunting, "I don't just want inks from you," while he pushed on to claim them deep and hard. The girls were there for it, and took turns sucking him down now, properly tending to his cock. Blake’s head bobbed with much more confidence but also a marked lack of restraint, the careless and erratic gestures of a girl unable to hold together her own thoughts. Yang had a lot less direction and clarity in her actions, but was driven by the intoxicating opportunity to just go all out. Reckless, ferocious, driven by the pleasures to have to embrace, there was little to do but embrace these pleases, a feeling of sloppy excitement to need to accept with growing excitement.
Rex had played along for their game and left them needily embracing all the pleasures begging them along, the indulgent pressure and the frustration of feelings to have to keep embracing in desperate hunger, the pleasures to have to keep giving in to without a moment of care, the senseless excitement pressuring the into something confused and hopeless now. Their mouths were there to serve, desperate, needy, adoring with broad licks across the big shaft that they were faced with, and the girls were happy to keep embracing all of this messy, gooey spectacle. They adored his cock every which way in pursuit of the big gooey finish they knew awaited them. The surrender was absolute, wicked, reckless, and there was nothing for them to do but completely give in now.
Groaning louder, standing over them with a smile spread across his face, Rex groaned, "This is it. Take it, dykes!" His cock was ready, pulsating and erupting, sending ropes of hot jizz across their faces. Cheek to cheek for the attention, both girls let their eyes roll back in their heads, the beautiful eruption of gooey fever leaving them to let it all go. They took their facials like champs, moaning out in sloppy joy for the erupting, careless hunger getting to them, all these pleasures proving so senseless now as their thoughts were ground down into mad submission and surrender. Hot, sticky ropes of jizz made a big, grand mess of the girls, their moans ringing out brighter and hotter in the face of such sloppy relief, the cross-eyed haze of pleasure leaving them robbed of all sense, unfocused and ruined by the chance to be taken so deep now.
And they loved it, cum dripping from their smiling faces as they looked up at him with dub smiles and brilliant, hopeless delights. Urgency plunged them into total need, and they turned in toward one another to share a kiss, swapping his cum between them. Rex stood over them, still hard, still aching with a need to keep fucking, but for the moment, he could stop and appreciate the good thing that came from hitting on some random girl in heat at the club so hard.
Still not done with them, he gripped them by the hair and dragged them back, promising, "Back to breeding," as he folded Blake in half and slamming down into her for a mating press, drilling deep into her hole with a burning, biting need to let her beak for him.
"Yes, breeding. More breeding. I want it. So bad. Breed me. I'm your kitty whore. I might be bi but my slutty pussy isn't!" Blake was happy to cut loose during times like this, letting the fanatical hunger of her deepest lusts get to he while she fell victim to these senseless joys. The persistence and the ecstasy of losing control begged her to give in, letting go of all control for the sake of hotter indulgence, the euphoria and the fire of total submission. His cock was back in her cunt where it belonged, and she couldn’t have been happier to let him pound into her, the reckless and ruthless thrill of something that knew no end.
"Breed her," whispered Yang into his ear, squishing her tits against Rex's back as she came up from behind on him, pressuring him with the insistence of her body tight against his. "I want you to knock my girlfriend up. I want her belly swollen out with your babies so every time I see her, I remember the time that some cocky dog showed up and fucked my holes and made me feel like a straight girl for a night."
Those were the motivating word he couldn’t resist, ramming harder on, holding Blake's legs out and up while he hammered down into her, the insistence of these brilliant delights bringing him a more and more reckless burst of all the fanatical hungers he needed. He was letting the greed take him, the all-consuming rush of sweet madness that compelled him along. There was little he could do but keep giving in to all of this, the smothering pressure of drowning joys he appreciated more and more while he slid into this mess. Blake was there for the breeding, and all he had to do was keep it up, pounding rougher and harder down into her, loving how hard she surrendered in the name of absolute submission. Blake's heat was unreal, the most intense he'd ever seen a Faunus be in it, and he appreciated every second of that in his pursuit of this now, the dizzier, deeper insistence begging him along with a ferocious satisfaction that continued to pull him in.
"Harder, harder, faster, fill me," Blake hissed, clinging to him tightly, her eyes going cross while her body thrashed underneath his. The persistence behind his dominating, vigorous attention only made her feel better about turning so cock dumb for this ecstasy, the pleasures pulling her into a state of feverish submission so gooey and so hopeless that it all stopped making sense. She just had to keep embracing this, faltering under the beautiful chance to let go, the dawning joys continuing to build without a moment of focus or control, the unrestrained and the fanatical feelings begging her to let go. Blake knew the only way to solve this madness was to get knocked up, but she was committed fully to that fact. Committed to letting this big dicked dog boy use her through and through.
To love everything hitting her was just too much to bear; there felt like no way for her to manage the dizziness inspiring her surrender, no moment where she knew anything but the chance to break down, and all she understood was the opportunity that pleasure to be her everything. Blake crumbled for all this brilliant, gooey bliss, the euphoria hitting her hard and rendering her thoughts a sloppy mess beyond her comprehension, the tired lusts grinding her down and pressuring her into something that she knew she had to let take her. There was no escaping this brilliant pulse of needy spectacle, the satisfaction and the heat that left her having to give in, left with no choice but to embrace and accept that this was her time to lose her mind.
So she let loose a flurry of shameless, senseless noises, accepting the way her bed creaked and her body shook, the aches of a senseless rush of bliss and need she had to give up to completely. She was noisy beyond sense, letting loose bursts of sloppy excitement and heat, the hungry persistence and the throbbing decadence of a situation she had to let take her now. It was the ugliest, soppiest of feelings, but she needed more of that, panting harder, bucking against Rex, losing herself in this mess.
All Rex had to do was fuck a gorgeous girl and get off. Simple. Easy. The good life. He was reckless about drilling down into the hole awaiting him, the pleasure to keep him feeling better and fiercer about all these mad delights, desires and hungers pressuring him into something that he was ready to make into a total fucking breakdown for. Her spasming cunt begged down so hard around his cock, and the pleasures became the brilliant frontier of a decadent, maddening hunger. She gave in to all of it, her eyes rolling back in her head, her moans senseless and overbearing.
"Bred kitty, dumb kitty, cockslut kitty," Blake gasped. "Breed me!" She mewled, she whined, she came her brains out, and Rex was happy to pin her down and fire off shot after shot of molten spunk deep into her hole, making her beg and shake in total confusion through the maddening brilliance taking her, feelings of feverish submission that robbed her of any semblance now of dignity. Unreasonable, hopeless, too good to make a shred of sense of now. There became nothing but total joy to have to embrace, the ecstatic confusions and the worries weighing down ever heavier on her, trapping her in something that left her totally fucking ruined. It was too much, too good, too fucking perfect.
Rex's knot made her cum again on the spot, a multi-orgasmic throb of senseless passion to keep her giving up to total passion, the brilliant, beautiful chaos she was happy to let go of, so senseless and baffling. He locked her in tight, making her thrash in these hopeless excitement. Blake trembled ,shuddering through hopeless, shaky joy with a smile spread across her face, the stupefying chaos and confusion of something leaving her totally fucking ruined. She loved it, savouring these aches, left in shuddering glee she couldn't possibly ignore. Blake was elated, hopeless, and fell limp in a shaky burn of sweet relief, the cross-eyed daze of what hit her. She mewled in satisfaction, her heat finally sort of quelled. At least for the moment.
Rex wriggled and eased back finally dislodging his knot from her hole and pulling back. His knot left her with an audible pop, to which Yang responded by rolling him onto his back, holding him down with her eyes widening in sweet satisfaction and greed. "Time for your reward, handsome." Yang slammed down onto him, starting up with careless joy in riding atop his cock, starting at the greedy satisfaction with a hopeless lack of restraint. Her hands found his shoulders, tits swaying in his face while she rode.
"What's my reward?" he asked, groping her ass with one hand and paling her tits with the other. "More dyke pussy? I could take that anyway."
Yang shook her head. "I've always taken a morning-after pill after Blake brings a guy over. But you?" She laughed. She laughed with a joy and a lust that made Rex shudder in elation. "Your reward is you get to put a baby in this dyke."
Rex's hips started to thrash about in pure excitement at that remark, lit up with a newfound chaos and hunger he couldn't possibly ignore. He bucked up from below, pounding into Blake and letting himself surrender to all this sweeping mania without much in the way of sense, unrestrained chaos keeping him wanting to really commit to this now. "Fuck. Fuck. Yeh, alright, dyke. You want to be knocked up by a man too? You wanna raise my kid too? I'll give you some siblings to raise. Both of you can have my puppies." He was lit up with a throbbing brilliance and a hunger he couldn't imagine trying to contain ,the feelings of greedy persistence and heat to want to keep giving in to, the pressure carrying him forward in the name of total glee here, the pleasures and the frustrations that had him wanting to keep moving on with careless greed.
Maybe if Yang fucked men more she would have been better at riding them; she moved, but he could tell she needed some help. But having her big tits heaving and bouncing in his face was pretty great; it left him in a place trying to cut through the middle of it, opening himself up to these pleasures with a frustrating, shaky burn of pleasure, the overwhelming persistence and the heat to have to keep embracing now. He wanted to make the work, the pleasures carrying him to keep up the mad delight, a pace of frustration and chaos carrying him along, compelled to act and to savour the revelry of using this lesbian's cunt for his own satisfaction.
He had to take charge and do more, though. He lifted her up off of him and turned her around, folding her in half with his arms hooking under her legs and up behind her neck, slamming her back down onto his dick for a full nelson. "Get pregnant you fucking dyke!" he hollered. "Get knocked up with your cheating bi girlfriend, you're just a bunch of cocksleeves to me. I don't care what the difference is, you're both going to carry my kids."
"Then do it, you fucking asshole," Yang moaned. "Do it. That fat knot locking in my cunt and making me forget how to like girls. Don't hold back." She shook harder, hotter, desperately thrashing in these maddening joys without a shred of sense, the carelessness and the pressure she continued to give in to now. There was no reason to hold back from any of this, the pleasures and the worries she continued to embrace, noisier under the persistence and the fever of a pleasure she felt lost to, thrilled by the passion that broke across her, bringing her a chance to want to let it all fucking go, leaving her in a state of absolute insanity.
Physically dominating her with reckless pressure and greedy excitement, the pleasures here were something to have to keep pushing form ore of, the pleasure and the ferocity behind pleasures thrilling him harder, keeping up a pace of determined and reckless pleasure he wanted to keep going for more and more of. Harsher, fiercer pleasure kept him in a place of total greed now, the carelessness of pure insanity that had him locked in this mess of bliss, trying to manage these feelings of infuriating fever, lost to all this without a care. He was unstoppable, reckless, driven by the inspiring chaos and spectacle of feelings of greed carrying him to let it all take him deeper. He held back nothing, ready to make her fall apart for these crushing joys, feelings of euphoria and confusion to have to accept now in full.
"How's it feel to be fucked like a straight girl?" Rex hissed.
Yang didn't hold back her moans, embracing this joy. "I don't want to be fucked like a straight girl, I want to be fucked worse. I want to be respected less while you use my forbidden pussy for your own pleasure. I want a man who hates me!" She was noisier, hotter, giving in to these hopeless feelings and pleasures in this spectacular fever, the confusion of a delirious and senseless need begging her to just let this fucking go. There was nothing she could do but embrace the unstoppable passion she needed now. There was only the relief of inching into madness, the chaotic hunger guiding her to want to let fucking go, the exhausting passion and the need begging her to want to let it break her down completely. There was nothing reasonable in all of this ,the tireless passion and the greedy joy keeping her wanting to let it all fucking go.
The persistence behind each mad slam up into her cunt carried Rex to savour the opportunity, fucking harder, pounding faster, drilling into this hole with a merciless need to keep moving. He held back nothing in this throbbing joy, the insistence of pleasures he wanted to make the most of as he held her down on his cock and rammed his knot into her. The pleasure was reckless, feverish, the ferocious pressure that left him loving every second of this, aching in sweet satisfaction as he held her down and filled her with his cum. The swollen knot locked her in, and Yang screamed her way through another fanatical rush of orgasmic fever, blissful and committed under the drowning joys that left her smothered by her needs. She was powerless and hungry under all these hopeless feelings, sensations that left her happy to give up fully.
Yang let it all go, cumming her brains out, heaving about in creamy joy while her spasming cunt begged around his cock. Blake pulled herself up, drowning Yang in kisses. Kisses from the two bred girlfriends who had just made sure their kids were going to be siblings not just in upbringing or in name, but genetically. Bred by the same man and happily lost to the relief and the satisfaction of so completely giving up.