Demon and Taur~

 Reis chuckles and steals kisses from her lips.

 

Loren Ipsun holds up Blanche and Reis figurines.  "Now, fuuuck~"  She bangs their hips together.

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur's eyes go wide... and she loses it.  She falls over, giggling uncontrollably.

 

 Reis smiles luridly, letting out a seductive little growl as he leans on her fallen form. "I think it's a great idea~"

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur blushes, turning a bit to better snuggle Reis, slipping her arms between his two pairs.

 

 Reis presses up against the lovely taur abit more, doing his best to weave his form inbetween as much as her many legs as he can, grinding those four heated, twitching meat poles against her underbelly with idle rolls of his hips. His hands lace across her upper body gingerly while he indulges in her, kissing and smooching along her cheek and neck, his lengthy tongue occasionally dragging from shoulder to ear in slow, thorough swipes, teeth gnawing and nipping at her playfully.

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur's senses wake up, and the red panda begins to form an answer.  Assaulted with attention, she replies likewise, trailing kisses on Reis' cheeks whenever she can, nuzzling at him, seeking to follow his unpredictable moments as best as she can.  While she's got an arm wrapped around the demon boy, she can't help but become frisky, that hand coming to cup around his rear, the other one lost between warm bodies and grabbing the first cock she feels.  A blush overcomes her, her body warming up...  "Hmmph~  You have a way with words." she whispers after a particularly enjoyable lick from him.  In moments, he own shafts have come out to play with his.

 

 Reis continues his assault in that sortie of smooches, that somewhat broad oral muscle retreating occasionally just so he can steal a few from her directly, teeth still in play as they give playful nips and tugs at her lips when they find the chance. He can do little but stroke against her flanks when she starts to grope against his supple, silky smooth flesh, occasionally sinking a hand or two inbetween the sandwich that is their bodies to find her chest, possessive, kneading gropes and squeezes raining down that more often than not shift to tender pinches and tweaks of the nipples. He lets out a gentle coo when she grabs his cock, hot, leathery flesh striving to beat harder and harder in her grasp, the others giving pathetic, jealous shifts and twitches in response. "Mngh, my silver tongue is nothing compared to this priceless body of yours...~" His tail manages to loop down far enough to lasso one of her lengths, though it's just against the tip. It squeezes, slowly stroking back and forth while his tender embrace grows lewder and lewder, his cluster of masculinity already starting to leak out beads of translucent affection.

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur comes to observe a blow-for-blow strategy, leaning back at times, arching her body and brandishing her lush breasts to Reis can help himself to everything she's got.  And then, after a while, she takes charge, lunging forward and giving him a taste of his own medicine.  Each time she repeats the exercise, she grows more aroused, longer, thicker, chestier, until she takes a moment to cross hands over her chest and slip off her tanktop, freeing those wonderfully enormous, milky globes.  "I want you in me, Reis...  I want our pricelessness joined as one, wrapped around and inside one another...  I want your seed to fulfill me~"  She can't help but stare down at his cocks with obvious hunger in her eyes, having a hard time keeping her wits together.  Why, whenever she glances at then, she begins stroking them with more purpose, only to catch herself in the act.  Mustn't make the demon blow his load too soon: she wants it in her, not around her.  And then all of a sudden she comes up from behind, her ass having found its way to rub with him and remind him of its presence.  So lonesome and far away it was, that girl endowed with but only one ass... but -what an ass- it is, so plump and juicy, perfected by the years of walking in that forever bent-over posture.

 

 Reis finds himself chasing after her when she leans away, though he ends up simply attacking her neck and collarbone instead, lips locking down while he suckles and slurps along her, trailing to the valley of her chest, only to stop when she lunges forward, catching her lips with his own, a hand moving up to caress the side of her face while he kisses her deeply, intently, letting her taste his tongue within her maw, rolling the slimy, dexterous length round and round slowly, making sure not an inch goes untouched. Every time the embrace is lost, strand of drool fall from his lips to splatter against their chests, and it seems his eyes grow more and more lust filled every time, quickly turning into shimmering orbs of ruby red. When she removes her top, he almost immediately goes after one of those teats, holding it aloft with two hands, almost as if it were treasure, or some immeasurable idol before latching his mouth on it, encasing it in that swampy, slimy affection, tongue tickling and prodding against her nipple while he drinks of her, occasionally biting down just enough to coax some of her creamy treat out. He becomes lost in this quickly, groaning out when he feels her touch against him grow bolder, eventually starting to pump and thrust hard into her fingers, pre seed starting to flow in cascading rivers of slimy goo. It's almost steaming hot, so clingy that, whenever she finds her hand coated in the stuff, a constant web of shimmering adoration accompanies it, no matter how much she may try to stop it. Eyes look up at her when she talks, narrowing in a predatory lust when he feels those sumptuous globes pressing up against him while he peels himself from her chest, leaving it soaked in slobber. "Mnh... as you wish...~" He's lost in her at this point, and it almost looks like it's painful to deny one part his attentions for the other. Eventually though, he twists away from her face and puts his sights on her rear, kneeling and letting iron hard meatpoles rest along her rearmost thighs, squirting fat globs of prejizz against her sex and anal star, all four of his hands sunk into her cheeks to knead, molest and grope as much as they can. He huffs over her, panting like a beast that just downed it's prey before leaning in to give that ass a sloppy, noisy, grandiose kiss, the squelching of an overly wet maw ringing through the air while he teases her. He just barely nudges against her entrance, and though there's no doubt that she's just as ready for this as he is, he makes her wait, letting his translucent affection glaze her over, matting down her fur with his fragrant excitement, not stopping till her back end is completely coated with his lusts.

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur gets worked up in stages.  Her body turns itself on piece by piece, little by little, a wonderful playground to activate at one's pleasure and pace.  Stroke one way and all the tension in her back is gone.  Glide another way, and she is letting out pre-cum in spades.  Kiss here, suck over there, and the rivers of milk show themselves at last.  She takes steady steps on from the petite and well-endowed girl that she was, into a veritable icon of sheer abundance within and without, showing that she can spill and waste away her produce, however precious it is, just because there's so much more where it all came from.

 

The greatest of spectacles is before her.  She has her eyes affixed upon Reis' lovely behind, the red panda gifted with a VIP seat to his body and then his teasing maneuvers, blushing hard at the sight and the feel of being groped twice over.  "Hmmm, I love your hands on me like that..."  The more she waits, the harder she breathes.  She knows better than to fall in to the temptation of finishing herself off, knowing it would spoil the fun.  But being left to linger so long is a debilitating torture in and of itself - so it shows into how nervous she gets.  If she didn't know of Reis' often mischievous streak, she'd be asking what was going on.

 

She finally gets up.  She gets herself right up against his ass, cock first.  She lets the thick tool hover around his cheeks, pressing with insistence as if she was seeking to inexorably push him into her.  "Wouldn't want you to miss out on the receiving end of pleasure." she says.  She'd sound credible if it wasn't for the fact that she was constantly interrupting herself with her own hot breaths - and then some barely heard, yet noticeable, needy moans.

 

 Reis finally pulls up from her rear, marks from his pearly whites leaving indents in her fur and flesh, his own cluster of maleness now almost painfully hard, studded with veins and trembling from anticipation. She gets the sight of his tail slowly swishing and swaying above his burly cheeks, sex sculpted hips and thighs flexing as he begins to push abit more insistently at her, muscular gluts tensing when he feels the head of her meaty spear pushing up against him. It makes him let out a gentle groan of surprise, abit of red spreading across his face while those still lust swirling eyes widen. He looks back over his shoulder just as he begins to line himself up with her, three of his cocks pushing at her womanly folds while the last nestles against her anal ring, glazing it over with more of his pre jizz, making it a slick, sticky mess, much like the rest of her. His tail moves to that prying scepter against his cheeks and tugs it forward, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he arches himself back against it, letting her spill against his winking, wrinkled flesh as well before, with one sudden and brutish push, he pushes himself inside of her depths, tail doing it's best to lodge her inside of him at the very same time, a loud howl of pleasure ripped from his throat as he feels himself submerged and taken at once. She can feel him. Every powerful beat of his heart rippling throughout his entire body, causing cocks to twitch within her depths, bowels clenching and tightening in much the same manner around her own member. He's hot all over, the burning pillars of his affections for her grinding against eachother and herself as they travel deeper and deeper, gouts of pre forced out with every inch, billowing into her wetness and intestines all at once. Unlike his rigid, unruly cocks, his own ass is pliant, forgiving, muscles winding around her to caress and massage, their normally practiced grip wavering under the dual assault he receives. Sporadically, hungrily they draw her deeper, cheeks seeming to swallow her length as he does his best to bury himself to the hilt at the same time, sometimes tightening like a velvet vice round her, only made all the better with the pre glazing his inner walls over, other times allowing her to push in with the greatest of ease while he himself jerks and pumps in short, rapid bursts, panting, drooling over himself, eyes starting to go completely blank from the pleasure, balls already starting to tighten and churn in preparation.

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur follows through with the motion, grinning at Reis' eagerness to feel her inside of him as much as her own to feel him inside of her.  The layout is perfect and yet so simple: while she's into him, he's out of her.  While he's in, she's out.  Whichever way the movements go, somebody's always getting thrust into.  Her tight folds squeeze gently around the triple penetration, the excess met with this supernatural control she's always had over her sweet tunnels.  Flesh hugs tightly around flesh, making sure to give each invading shaft something to rub against, denying no pleasure.  After all, those four cocks deserve to have all the sensations they can help themselves to.

 

She grabs his hips, leaning forward, providing a cushion with her huge breasts so the demon's got something else to enjoy against his back.  And what's more: she's bouncy, jiggly, her body made to move from his clenches and squeezes, the girl sent into some wild motions at times whenever he takes her into the romp he gives her.  She doesn't know when to breathe in or out, and so her voice rings out often in adorable, short-breathed gasps.  It only makes her all the more aroused, all the harder, the girl never knowing what to expect despite how regular everything might seem to be on the outside.  Here, the devil is all in the details.

 

And so abundance begets abundance.  To his overwhelming malenesses, she answers with free-flowing honey, devaluing her own produce by just how much of it she makes.  To his ass perfect inside and out, she rewards with enough precum to make him feel warmer on the inside.  "Already..." she whispers to herself.  She doesn't want to admit just how much on a hair trigger she is, but anyway her body's about to let the fact out: it won't take long for the lengthy red panda to tumble on out to a messy climax.  Her latest noise is in a little whimper as her voice breaks...  Her explosion is imminent.

 

 Reis couldn't focus on anything at the moment. He only vaguely recognized his senses feeding him information, the sweet moans and whimpers of his lover fading as his lower half goes numb, his ears filled with the chorus of raunchy, slimy coitus with the woman surrounding him, sight going hazy as all of his focus is robbed to fuel the pleasure he feels. It becomes almost mechanical to him, instinctual, unable to slow or stop even if he wanted and not in control enough to measure his pace. He mewls out like some kitten in heat at some times, grinding sweetly on the dick lodged inside his rectum, pushing out his rear to force as much as he could into his depths, only to let out harsh, deep groans at others, smacking his hips against the lovely taur's thighs and cheeks, balls swatting against her with ruthless force to add crisp smacks of to the growing orchestra of their moans. She could see muscles starting to quiver, could feel his ass going wild and his cocks swelling grotesquely within her, cum factories working in overtime already, so much so that pre doesn't even flow. The tremors of infernal bliss hits her without warning, the completely over enthused sex drive of that demon forcing his jizz to leak out in a steady stream, not yet close to climax, but far too aroused to be considered anything natural, tail hiked up and twitching wildly. He's nearly steaming with the heat welling up within him, sweat dripping off of an already glistening frame, hands feeling as if they would sear themselves against her while he ruts like a mindless beast, his tongue hanging out and limp, his eyes crossed and rolled up slightly in their sockets. He has completely lost himself to pleasure, to Blanche, body unable to hold out for any longer, desperate to relieve this almost painful bliss that rips though him. Where she gives warning, he cannot, suddenly pushing inside of her to the hilt, so much so that his form damn near creates an imprint in her own, arms latching around whatever they can find just to hold him close, body hunched over her flank and musculature bulging. The first burst is weak, a sudden, fist sized glob coming from each cock, thick enough to curdle in on itself and others, the ones in her cunt causing a head sized lump of pure, untamed, potent breeding intent, the wad in her ass painting her bowels white. The next is stronger, more like a hosing, more and more pearly white shooting forth from trembling fuck spears, audible gurgles and sloshes sounding off as jizm far too viscous and bountiful for even Reis' frame is forced up and out of his sac, packing the taur woman's womb to capacity in an instant, flooding her reproductive tract with his content, sending that molten, frothing warmth deeper and deeper into her intestinal tract. Then, it seems the floodgates are loosed, a torrent of his love gushing into her continuously, as if only to stir up the rest, tar thick baby batter steaming as it is let loose, seconds, even minutes passing before any signs of waning, only for his release to wax once more. His balls are intent on showing her just how much she was adored, just how eager the demon is to please the woman, in whatever form she might take. Even as his beath grows shaky, shallow and strained, he continues to blast into her, not stopping till even luck and fate accepted her insemination as an iron clad, absolute edict.

 

 Blanche the Wah-Taur ends up sandwiching Reis between herself.  Circumstances bring her to slam her entire momentum into him after a hard pull from his body, one that sends her stumbling forward with a yelp of surprise.  By the time her reflexes have kicked in and she's regained her footing, the two are balls-deep inside one another, and those balls are working overtime to churn the best quantity they can muster.  She can make up a whole lot, and she can take in a whole lot.  So, she could hardly be a more ideal partner for Reis' ability to give potency in spades.  Proof's in the pudding, figurative and literal: one by one, her wombs expand.  From rear hips onwards along her body, her undersides round out with his incredible amounts.  She's a living, kinky version of the strong-man sledgehammer's game.  But much better than his strength, she measures his sheer output, curve by curve, womb by womb, interlinked one to another such that the excess spills onwards.  She has to squeeze several pairs of her legs together to keep the overly thick mess from spilling out.

 

Ding!

 

There's this sound that every man wants to hear.  It's this indication that he's won.  In this case, it's in the form of the red panda's voice letting out an adorable squeal as she finds her foremost tummy bumping up to his back, and she looks down in shock to see it full, rounded, swollen.  He's made it that far.  Her own spillways open up and let out what she can't contain, and so the fact is out that when prompted to, this demon can really, really fill the space he's been given.

 

This is why her own climax is barely mentioned.  So many cocks letting out at once is expected.  A mere four beating them all in quantity is the hot topic of the moment.  Still, she isn't a runt of the litter: she's got plenty enough for anyone, and this means she can give Reis' ass a good run for his money.  There's enough of her good seed to make him feel like he's been hugged on the inside.

 

She collapses around him, her arms wrapped about his form, her hands weakly rubbing his stomach.  A furious blush has set her cheeks aglow, and the overfilled girl takes a moment's break to piece her wits back together.  Now and then, some of her stomachs churn and quiver...  She kisses his cheek, glides her lips to his ear, nibbles on it ever so slightly...  "Normally I make nothing less than triplets but... I think with you, I'll have octuplets at the very least."

 

 Reis cant even stand now, simply reclining himself against the taur behind him, letting her fill him as he fills her, body bloating round the swell of her seed slowly as he continues to swim within the depths of his mind tearing climax, body still trying to weakly clench and hug against her, working on autopilot to massage her from base to tip with the rolling, rippling massage of his backside. His seed slowly flows out eventually, halted to a gentle stream as the dredges are forced up, his eyes still blank and dim, his members still iron hard within her depths. The only evidence of his consciousness is the occasional groan and murmur of delight, soft outbursts of her name escaping his lips in breathy pants, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he sinks into her front while keeping her rear plugged up.