Releasing Tensions - chapter 5

Sweat made his fur stick together in clumps, but he didn't care, not as her pussy gripped his cock with absolute need. Without even thinking about it, Chetney rolled Fearne onto her back so that they were still face to face, taking up one of their favourite positions.

Missionary could have been sweet and intimate, but it was so much more in that moment as he rammed into her with short, sharp strokes, aching for his high. It had to come, one way or the other, twisting, pulling need coursing through the pit of his stomach. Somewhere, dimly, he was aware of the faun's fingers digging into his arms, gripping him in any way that she could, but he kept going, giving her what they both wanted.

That ultimate release.

His cum exploded within her, pouring up into her pussy, though it had to find somewhere to go. His balls ached and throbbed, even though that was not something that he experienced when climaxing as a gnome, spending every rope of seed deep inside her, marking her pussy as if he was claiming her body as his, his bred faun. His arms framed her as he ploughed her full and Fearne cried out, her legs hitching up around as much of his hips as possible.

For she was right there where she needed to be, under him, the big, strong Chetney, his knot swollen inside her, plugging her full and letting every drop of cum stay inside her. His balls, after that first round, had a lot more to give despite the original mess, and it had to go somewhere, forced deeply up into her womb as her lower belly bulged out softly. It was not a smooth round, not at all, but soft and squishing in under the press of his body against her, inflating out and out. Her body accommodated it all, every drop, as if it was meant to be there, her jaw hanging open, lips quirked up in a smile, though the strain, for her, was still incredible.

And it was even better to have the muscled wolf over her in her favourite position for it too, his cock rammed deep into her, throbbing as he spent every drop. Moaning his name, Fearne rubbed her stomach, feeling just how much her belly had swollen, though she was barely with herself in the moment. No, she was still in just, head spinning, wondering just how much more her stomach was going to plump up with his mighty load.

And there was still more to come.

Her belly strained, rounding out a little more, though there was still some "give" to her flesh as she rubbed her fingers down into it, testing the resistance as he groaned over her, eyes closed, tongue hanging out. Fearne grinned and tried to roll her hips up against him, but found that she was pinned both by Chetney's muscle and the weight of her newly cum-filled, bloated womb.

That round was not the last, of course, though others might have been surprised just how long the couple, even if they weren't a couple, could go for. Swapping back to doggystyle once he was able to pop his knot from her in a gush of cum, Chetney grinned and pushed back into her, swapping to a mating press with his thighs holding hers down to the bed, deliciously deep.

The night was only just getting started and there was still so much lust to take...

At last, long into the night with her pussy well-bred, he popped his knot out of her with some difficulty, bite marks across her tits and neck and shoulders, though Fearne's eyes still gleamed with lust. Sweat stuck to her, making her fur stick down against her skin, hair clinging to the back of her neck. Chetney was in a similar state, but the werewolf sat back on the bed with his erect cock throbbing up, thick and full still, as if he had not cum at all.

"Please take my tail hole too," she begged, though a smile pulled at her lips too. "You need... Mmmph, I need you inside me, again, like that."

Chetney grunted.

"I think I'm too large... We can go again with your pussy again, don't you think?"

But the faun was persistent, rolling onto her side for him so that the werewolf could not help but drink in the sight of her thick thighs, pressing up behind her as if he was spooning her. It held a far more sexual edge to it, however, when his hard cock jutted up between her legs.

"Yes, Chetney..."

She squirmed eagerly back at him, pulling the leg that was on top up and forward, though the position was easy for anal play, his cock pressing up to her pucker and gently teasing the very tip inside. That, however, was the only part that was easy as Chetney panted heavily, humping and grinding fervently with his hips, aching to get even more of his dick inside.

It was hard, but he was driven on by the faun pushing back at him, the rampant orgasm that she had right there on his shaft, even though he was not even touching her pussy at that time. Her need was just so great that he was helpless to do anything other than as she bid, using the power of his glutes and lower back to drive inch after inch into her.

"Agh... Yes, oh... Harder!" She moaned. "More!"

She made it quite clear what she wanted from him and the werewolf thrust in harder, driving into her backside up to the knot. It squeezed against her pucker as if asking for entry, but there was no way for him to get in yet, not before he had stretched it out. Hell, Chetney didn't even know whether it was possible or not!

But Fearne would have him try, the faun's head spinning with lust, aching through her body as she lost track of how many orgasms she'd had on his dick. One seemed to roll into the other even more so when he rubbed the front of her pussy, his agile fingers seeking out the nub of her clit, though the werewolf more than knew where it was after all their time together. Letting out a very faun-like squeal, she tried her best not to kick back as her backside squeezed around him, making thrusting even more difficult for the wolf than it had been before.

"Unff... Yes..." Her eyes rolled back, cross-eyed, mouth hanging open in pleasure as her tongue practically pushed out over her lower lip. "So...thick... So...big!"

Chetney groaned, making his own face as his tongue lolled lustfully from his mouth, though it was not as if the wolf was at all in control. His jaw fell slack and his eyes half-lidded, closer and closer to yet another orgasm, balls aching and churning with the need to vehemently release his load. His face was slack with lust and joy, joy to be taking and breeding her, his thick cock powering deep into her arse, though it was not as if his dick should ever have fit inside such tight buttocks. No, not at all...

And yet he fit as if he was meant to, every thrust burying his cock more and more deeply inside her, insistently and needily stretching her anal ring. Fearne howled out his name and tried to buck onto his cock even as climax ripped through her, though he couldn't tell where one ended and the next began, giving her the endless pleasure that he wanted for her. Truthfully, Chetney had not been all about his pleasure and tension release for a long, long time.