Sleep gripped at the edges of his consciousness as his eyes opened, the slight burning sensation in his ocular orbs making him wince somewhat. Shaking his head to try and clear the fog of the day's events previous, he rolled over... and bumped right up against the curvaceous frame of the canine woman he'd so thoroughly rutted and plugged full of his seed. He almost thought it was a dream but the proof of her existence was right there in front of him, the sight of the tight black collar around her throat with his name emblazoned in gold on it looking back at him. It couldn't be a dream after all and he leaned his head over to the side, lifting the covers up to expose her lower half to him, the flowing and slender letters of her tattoo looking back at him. He grinned, a feeling of pride swelling within his chest at that moment for the canine, and his paw came down to grip her hip. Rolling her onto her side, he slipped his waist forwards. The heat of his groin started to increase, the thick length of his cock pulsing to lift and growing painfully hard in an instant, swinging up and slapping against her ass cheek with a fleshy clap. "Wake up slut," he murred into her ear, his paw leaving her hip to slide down between her thighs, cupping her soft mound, memories of pounding her full to the point of bursting surging to the surface as the head of his cock came to rest against the snug entrance of her pussy lips. Without warning or care he started to push his meat into her folds, sinking an inch, then another, and another inside of her tight silken depths, claws digging into her flesh as he did so. "Nnnfuuuck yes..."

Pup: Rika had more fun the night before then she had had in a long time, having indeed gotten the tattoo while the large otter fucked her relentlessly while other customers even came in and watched him go to town on the naughty bitch. Eventually she had convinced the large male to take her home, so they could have a more private setting, and for the rest of the evening Rika had found herself mounted and fucked hard by the otter and loved every second of it. Even as they both passed out she had felt his cum flowing into her womb once more and that knot locking them together, it was a great way to fall asleep. Though when the morning came she soon found the sensation of the large otter filling her once more, her eyes opening and a lewd moan slipping from her muzzle in the mean time, her slit almost perfectly molded to his shape and size while her walls clamped down around him, her head turning to look at him before a dreamy smile was seen on her muzzle. "Well good morning to you too."

T:The exquisite moan that came from her maw was something that Tagg found himself growing addicted to, the sweetness of the pitch of her voice bringing him to full consciousness, like a switch and a jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins, causing his thick cock to swell up even more inside of her. Pulsating and throbbing in time with his heartbeat, he closed his eyes to savor the moment for an instant. "So fucking tight... always so tight even after I've knotted you..." he murred to her in a husky and lewd tone, his mouth watering and the saliva seeping from the corners while he grew lost in the throes of pleasure that her slippery channel provided him. He suddenly brought a paw up and off of her mound, claws grazing her the fur of her stomach as they trailed up to her collar wrapped throat and closed around her slender neck. His grip tightened, hard, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain in that instant, his maw descending to clamp down on the back of her neck. His whole body gave a violent buck as he speared his cock into her walls, her cervix bumping against the head of his meat and pushing back, resisting him, as if it had forgotten who it belonged to. A heavy and throaty growl ripped from his maw, vibrating her neck as he rolled her onto her stomach, pinned her face to the pillow, grip choking her roughly while his other paw came up under her frame to molest and grope at her impressive chest. His hips started to jackhammer into her, no build up, no softness, just pure unrelenting breeding needing to happen and his body responded with the savagery of the wild as he started to forcefully claim her tight, otter cum slicked hole for himself again.

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