CoC Revamp Mod ( Urta )

Fondling the fox’s apple-sized balls, you give her a hard but affectionate squeeze, rolling the heavy orbs around in your palm as you lift them high. With her stuffed sack out of the way, Urta’s oozing black-lipped gash is on full display, with engorged labia soaked in lubricants that had nowhere to go thanks to her smotheringly large scrotum. Just below, you can see her anal star tightening and relaxing with each of the vixen’s heavy breaths. To you, it looks almost hungry, panting like an animal.

Removing your spider-silk armor one-handed, you reveal your body and your intentions, flopping a shaft down onto the sheets, a scant few inches from Urta’s puckered asshole. The fox softly begs, “Be gentle, please,” while spreading those fishnet-clad legs a little further apart. Scooting forward, you edge your crown up to her anus. Her body heat washes over you as you enjoy the feel of her pucker’s folded flesh pressing down on your most sensitive point, lubricated by the copious female fluid that drains from the sodden gash above.

You begin to gently rock your wide hips forward, giving little, gentle pushes against the resistant muscle. At first, you make no progress, simply forcing her anal ring to dilate, little by little. Then, after a particularly vigorous stroke, your crown slides through the clinging ring and into the tight embrace of her slick anus. You stop to allow her to adjust, admiring her whimpers of pleasure. However, you don’t wait long, slowly pushing forward and exploring your vixen’s every inner crevice with your eager rod.

“It’s so different than with a condom over a toy,” the vulpine lass wonders aloud in delight. She licks her lips and a little nervously strokes a padded fingertip down the bulging length of her urethra, shivering when it bumps across the sensitive medial ring. A few inches in, you feel a rounded bulge bump into you, and as soon as you press against it, Urta’s cock lifts up and thickens, flooded with blood. The fox trembles for a second as you glide by the obstruction, and without any warning at all, her shaft belches a thick spurt of clear pre-cum with enough force to glaze the underside of her tits.

Smiling at the lascivious display, you gather a handful of the balmy animal cream and circle it around one of her perky nipples, admiring how the black nub perks up into a puckered, sensitive tower. Then, while still pushing into her, you repeat the action on the other side, with identical result. Your shaft milks another heavy flow from the fox’s prostate, this one tinged with just a little bit of off-white. It puddles on her belly, already forgotten. You’re pushing forward without much worry for her comfort now, and blessedly, the fox doesn’t seem to mind. Indeed, with every lurch forward, her twat’s drippings come faster and faster, matched by even larger discharges from the turgid member above. The aching pleasure around your cock redoubles as you hilt her, smashing your groin against her taut asshole with a heavy lurch.

Groping the vixen’s tits and thumbing her nipples, you have your way with her chest, torturously teasing her while your cock rests immobile in her ass. Her pussy-slicked sack rests against you, lewdly bouncing and pulsating with need, fairly ready to explode; her cock is equally aroused. The rigid length is so hard that it hovers over her smooth abdominals without touching them, bobbing up and down while it exudes a steady drizzle of lust. The pre-spunk is so thick on Urta’s belly that her fur is matted and glossy from her hips to the underside of her tits, and ribbons of the stuff run down her sides to lubricate the sheets below. Her hands push yours into her chest harder, smashing her tits almost flat against her. At the same time, her hips squirm and writhe, grinding in lewd little circles against you, swirling your dick up against every part of her sensitive tail-hole.

Simpering, the once-mighty guard-captain begs, “Don’t... d-don’t stop. Please, I’m so close!” You give her sack a slight swat, making her gasp, but hold still. Smiling, you keep her like that - plugged full of cock, dripping, eager, and submissively begging. Urta pinches one of her slick nipples as hard as she can, moaning like a whore in a heat as she desperately tries to encourage you. She even grabs your hand and pulls your thumb into her mouth, placidly suckling your thickest digit while her eyes beg you to fuck her ass. With her onyx lips in a seductive 'o' and her cheeks hollowed, fellating your hand, you know you can’t resist.

You lunge back, suddenly leaving Urta’s asshole utterly empty. The herm snaps back surprised, her dick drooping down slightly. An angry glower takes over her visage, and just before she says anything, you leap forward. Her pucker swallows your entire length before she can react, clinging to every inch of cock-flesh as it’s forced deeper into her interior. A wave of ecstasy washes through the fox, slackening her muscles in a ripple that travels from her waist to her lips in a second. Her annoyance morphs into slack-jawed pleasure, and her protests deteriorate into babbling vocalizations of enjoyment. Before she can recover, you pull back and thrust again, battering her sphincter repeatedly as you begin to truly pound the fox’s ass.

Urta moans, “Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Polyush'! Gods, why does it feel so goooo-ooooooh yes!” Her ass clutches and relaxes to your tempo, hugging your broad shaft tight while your duo of baseball-sized testes slap against her fuzzy buttcheeks.

Mounting that tight tunnel over and over, you go back to thumbing at the vixen’s nipples, ignoring the more obvious, turgid member below. You even take the time to bat Urta’s own hands away from her dick, wanting her to cum without the aid of her tremendous horse-cock. Sawing in and out, you fuck the fox’s ass with relentless energy, driven by your surging lust to pound that hole hard.

You pinch the nipple you’ve been playing with and slam your huge cock home with rump-shaking force. It slides the fox backward in her puddle of pre, slicking the underside of her legs with her sexual moisture as she’s dragged through it. Barely suppressing a moan of your own, you shimmy forward again and voraciously tackle her asshole, pegging Urta with short, brutal strokes. Eager to see her blow, you shift your angle and press up, slamming your head into her prostate so hard you swear you must be flattening it. Urta screams, her balls contracting powerfully. Her dick, already iron-hard, seems to swell thicker, looking like a flat-tipped, over-inflated sausage. Bulging obscenely, the underside of her cock swells with lusty intent, the distention moving up with muscular contractions until the vulpine girl’s cum-slit is wide and filled with white.

The onyx asshole wringes you with every ounce of force its owner can apply, convulsing into a tight cock-ring that works you so hard an irrational part of your mind worries your manhood will be pinched off. Good thing you have more. Then, the fox stops being a fox and turns into a fountain, spewing a wave of white up over her head and into the wall. It hits with a wet 'splat', flinging alabaster globs in every direction that burst like little bombs. Spunk rains down over Urta, staining her bed and her in equal measure. A lock of gunked-up hair flops across her face, temporarily blinding your orgasm-inundated lover. Just when the dripping jizz slows and you think the worst is over, Urta goes off again, though this fountain of white has a little less force than the preceding cumsplosion. A wave of semen as thick as your wrist spurts out to take the fox in the face, plastering the rest of her lustrous hair to her forehead and glazing her visage with ivory lust. Ringlets of her fluid dangle precariously from her jawline as she tries to breathe, coughing and making bubbles from her white mask.

Tight in your grip, Urta’s nipple seems harder than ever. You give it a gentle twist, milking another moan from the spasming body below as it lets loose a third torrent of seed. The fox juice splatters between her tits, washing her upper body with slick bliss. Rivers of it roll off her into the sheets; the mattress soaks it up like a sponge but still squishes and puddles with every shift and movement you make. Unable to restrain herself any longer, the sperm-soaked fox grabs her dick with both hands, pumping from flaring tip down into her sheath. Her asshole wrings you tighter through the next three blasts she unleashes. She soaks herself, the headboard, and the wall until all three are covered in a uniform cum veneer. Still, the productive fox isn’t spent, and her drooping member continues to ejaculate more spunk. Tendrils of hot jizz reach down to the floor, collecting there as the bed floods. Her mouth opens to catch some of it, greedily gulping down a tiny portion of her own equine icing.

Unable to bear the tightness wringing at your cock you pull back, exiting Urta’s torturously squeezing anus. With the pressure on her prostate relieved, the voluminously virile vixen finally relaxes, her cock belching only a few more 'small' loads over her reclining form. She sags back into the drenched cushions, with every motion leaving a glittering web of spooge in its wake. Exhaling in exhaustion, your cream-coated fox blinks cum from her eyelashes as she stirs to smile at you. One of your shafts, already rock hard from the fucking it was so recently dispensing, grows painfully erect.

Your eyes lock onto the slick valley between Urta’s well-formed breasts and seeing the source of your release, you climb into the morass with her. Before you can even mount her, you lose your grip on the spunk-slicked bedding and fall onto soaked fur. Giggling, the vixen lamely pulls you into her, into the mess. She’s too weak to put up much of a fight, and you quickly fight your way up onto her chest, planting each of your cocks right into her tits. The salty fox-horse cream makes the perfect lubricant for tit-fucking. Urta laughs happily, drunk on pleasure, kissing your head every time it peeks past her tits, relishing the taste of her own lust all over it.

Soon, the sultry spunk-vixen has a breast in each hand, and she alternates bouncing them up and down. To one side, your dick feels like it’s sliding into a sopping twat. On the other, it’s thrusting in. Above, you’re treated to the sight of her chest heaving and bouncing, lewdly jiggling around your cock as she services you. You groan in bliss as you climax, unable to endure the sight and sensation, let alone the musky, sexual smell that pervades Urta’s bedroom. She opens wide to catch your climax in her mouth, swallowing with a smile and a wink.

As you finish emptying your duo of baseball-sized testicles, you sag down into the fox’s arms. She plants a salty kiss on your lips and sheepishly pulls back. Climbing out of the alabaster-painted bed is no easy task, but the two of you manage, laughing and leaning on each other’s arms. Urta leads you to a cabinet in another room, and bends over to open it. You barely notice her pulling out mops, buckets, and cleansers. Instead, your vision is riveted to her asshole, still gaped lewdly in the shape of your shaft. When she comes up with an armload of cleaning supplies, you’re blushing.

Urta smirks, glancing from your hardening groin up to your eyes, and says, “Come on, you horn-dog, let’s go clean up your mess. You can help me fill a few condoms later.”