Orpheus Post

<i>When he'd punctured his legs earlier, most of the toxin on his claws had been absorbed then, but there was certainly enough to send her into a wild state, it seemed. Orpheus had lost all lucidity from when his legs buckled, and now only saw her as another animal, to be bred and filled with his potent seed. Whilst his true self, perhaps, would've shared the dominance equally with her, this bestial side of him wanted nothing more than for her sanity to break and crumple under his grasp, slowly destroying her mind as she was turned into nothing but a moaning pile of flesh to be fucked only by <b>him and him alone</b>. With his tip so well-aligned, he could feel those velvet folds moisten from the cold marble of the bathroom counter, and it caused his cock to throb in anticipation. Not only that, but he could <b>smell</b> her. The scent of her arousal, her natural musk, the shampoo she used in her hair... All of these things would now be instinctively associated with Hoshiko Matsuo. -c-
<i>His manhood was, indeed, a sight to behold. Exceptionally thick and long, it was uncut and bulging, veins all over pulsating in unison as it leaked a thick, syrup-like substance that smelled of honey and pure lust. When her hand peeled back some of that excess skin, the fox released a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure, resonating in his throat and bouncing off the glass walls of the bathroom they were located in. His fangs had punctured her skin, drawing deep stains which rolled down her heavenly pale skin; at the snarl, he would growl in return, attempting to establish himself as the alpha on top of her. Orpheus would've enjoyed the struggle, were he conscious. His thick locks were silken smooth, obviously well-kept over the years of his existence; his tails were mostly stationary at that moment in time, the idle swish of the incredibly fluffy fur a purely voluntary thing. The bases of those twin beauties were not so sensitive as his ears, which were perked intensely so he could -c-
<i>every single sound they made perfectly. His dick slowly carved its way into her heavenly petals, up until the ball of her foot hit his rear and found the entirety of his cock lodged within her, smashing into her womb and stretching her deepest parts, the skin of her abdomen visibly bulging due to his sheer size. Oh, the incredible feeling, as though being wrapped in the kisses of a million angels, all directed at his cock. He was going to make <b>sure</b> she was marked, she was fertilized and everyone could look upon her body and simply know... Orpheus had done that to her. When she bit into his throat, searing hot liquid seeped out, Venecian blood being much higher in temperature than most every earthlings. He snarled in return, his own mouth moving to her throat and digging in, tongue coming out to circle the area between the four holes; meanwhile, both of his hands came to her back, claws starting at her shoulder blades and sluggishly being dragged down, down until they -c-
<i>reached and tore into the very top of the plush rear. She could feel her bucking like the caged animal she was, primal urges and senses taking over, allowing her to fully enjoy whatever she was given regardless of her limits. At her words, he snarled once more, finally growling out, "Breed... you...!" His voice was barbaric, almost as though his one goal was to pillage and plunder her hole, and fill it with the thick treasure to come. Then, almost instantly, he pulled back his hips and began drilling wildly into her, each and every thrust slamming into her and causing the counter to quake wildly with just the incredulous force behind him, which was all going straight into fucking her. -e-