THE FAMILY IN RUTWELL FOREST

     By Kthanid

          With input from SerenaKtty

 

 

          Chapter 9: ‘Tis the Season

“Unca Randy was almost our Daddy?” Timothy asked in wide eyed astonishment.

Serena blushed at the memory even as Monica and Martin grinned knowingly.

“Almost,” Serena explained.  “There are times when mommies want nothing more than to have little ones.  They can’t think of anything else.  And they give off a special scent to attract a daddy.  Poor Randy didn’t know that he was about to give me kittens.”

“What happened next, mommy?” Tristan asked, pausing briefly from sucking on her own tail.

“Well...” Serena continued.

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Cleo leapt over Serena, grabbing Randy by the shoulders and bowling him over backwards.  Randy’s bunnyhood popped free of Serena’s pussy an instant before it began spewing his creamy hot seed.  Cleo landed heavily on top of the confused and cuming bunny.  His spooge gushed up between them, soaking their bellies.

“What the heck was that for?” Randy snapped at Cleo.

“You have to go, Randy.” Cleo said quickly.  “Harley, You too.”

“Go?” Randy whined.  “But Cleo, Serena never wants to play like this...At least not with me.  What’s the matter?”

Serena, a playful seductive grin on her face and a low purr in her chest, crawled over and kissed Randy deeply and urgently.  She began to push Cleo off him in an effort to get at his male pride.

“Randy, please,” Cleo pleaded.  “This is very important.  Serena will thank you later.”

“But,” Randy started to protest.

“Don’t go,” Serena purred, licking and nipping at Randy’s neck.

“Serena, You’re not helping,” Cleo frowned.

“See?” Randy said with an impish grin.  “She doesn’t want me to go“

Serena took hold of Randy’s tool and stroked it, coaxing it back to life.  A silly grin spread across Randy’s face and his ears drooped back and down behind him.  Serena elbowed Cleo aside and straddled Randy’s hips with a low sound that was part ‘mew’, part ‘purr’ and part ‘growl’.

“Serena, think about Martin and Monica!” Cleo said quickly.

Serena seemed to pause a moment but then positioned her sex over Randy’s ready shaft.

“Do something!” Cleo shouted at the faerie mouse, who flitted about in the air above Serena.

“You do something.  Your Magic is sooo much better than mine,” the faerie said with a snide, sarcastic grin.

Serena started to lower herself to Randy’s shaft.  Cleo panicked.

“PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!” She shouted with a wave and gesture of her hands.

Serena suddenly froze in place as green sparkles leapt from Cleo’s fingers to dance about her.  The faerie mouse ‘Hmphed’ and crossed her arms.

“Oh like THAT’S going to help.”

“It’ll do for now,” Cleo said.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Randy asked.

“She’s in season,” Cleo said flatly.

“We WERE about to have kits,” the faerie mouse groused.

Randy’s began to sweat nervously as his pupils shrank to tiny dots even as his eyes bulged.  Harley, who was at a complete loss as to what was going on, stared anxiously at Serena.

“What’s going on,” he asked in an awestruck voice.  “Is...Is she okay?”

“She’s in season, Harley...Fertile...Ready to conceive,” Cleo said a little impatiently.  “That’s why she’s so frisky right now.”

“Uh oh...What are we going to do?” Harley asked.

“Well, she wanted Martin to father her kits, last I heard,” Cleo said thoughtfully.  “And I know that Monica wants Martin’s kits too...”

“Yeah, so?” Harley said.  “They aren’t married yet.  How are we going to hold her back until she’s ...well, normal again?”

“We’re not,” Cleo said.  “Harley, I need you to go and get Martin while the mouse and I see about mellowing Serena out a little.  The way she is now, she’d scare poor Martin to death.”

“But I’m not sure I can find his place again, especially not in the dark.  Can’t Randy go?”

“I need Randy to go and get Monica.” Cleo said.  “We might as well get them both started at the same time.  Go down the trail across the clearing.  That will take you to Martin’s place.  Now get going.  Randy you might want to clean up a little before you go to Monica’s.”

Randy hopped off to the bathroom and Harley headed for the front door.  He dashed out and promptly tripped over Wannah, who was curled up on the porch sleeping.  With a vicious roar, she had Harley pinned to the ground under her before she recognized him.  A warm smile spread across her face.  Harley wasn’t sure which scared him more, the roar or the smile.

“Uhhh...Hello there,” Harley said, sweating and smiling sheepishly.  “I thought you went home.”

“Wannah, Har-ley zug-zug?” the big Sabre-toothed tigress asked with a hopeful look on her face.

Harley blinked blankly.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he squirmed out from under the big she-cat.  “I can’t...ummm...play right now.  I need to go and get someone.”

He got to his feet and started for the trail, but stopped suddenly and looked back.  Wannah crouched where he had left her, a sad look on her face.

“Would you…Would you like to come with me?” he asked, waving for her to join him.

Wannah bounded over to him, her smile returning.

“Wannah…‘comewithme’,” she parroted.

They set off down the trail, Wannah purring, nuzzling Harley’s cheek and pawing at his chest.  Harley endured her attentions, noting how happy she seemed.  Before long they reached Martin’s cottage.  Wannah became agitated and pointed toward the house.

“Har-ley zugg-zugg Wannah?” She asked.

“Uh...No,” Harley said, taking a wild guess at what Wannah might be saying.  “We’re here to pick someone up.”

They went up to the door.  Harley knocked.  From inside came a pair of muffled voices.

“Oh no!”

“Don’t stop...(Grunt)...now, Martin! (Groan)”

Harley blinked.  Hesitantly he reached up and knocked again.

“J-j-just a m-m-minute!”

“Harder, Martin! (Whine)”

“But, the d-door...”

“Almost...(Moan)...Almost there!”

Wannah looked quizzically at Harley then at the door.  She drew back her arm and slammed her open paw against the door.  The hinges, latch and dead-bolt tore free of the door frame and the door fell inward.  Harley looked at Wannah and groaned inwardly.  The big she tiger grinned proudly.  Harley looked into the room beyond the ruined door.

In the living room, frozen in place with surprised looks on their faces, were Martin and an elegant looking female skunk.  Both were naked.  The skunk was bent over the couch, one hand clutching a coffee cup the fingers of her other hand stuffed in her pussy.  Martin held the skunk by her hips with his minkhood half buried up the skunks tail hole.  Harley blushed and turned his back.  Martin caught sight of Wannah and promptly fainted, his shaft popping free of the skunks butt.

“Owww!  Martin!” The she-skunk complained, rubbing her backside.  “You didn’t have to pull out so...fast....”

“S-sorry about that,” Harley said, looking over his shoulder.

He turned slowly and let himself in, looking down at the unconscious object of his quest.

“It...It’s not what it looks like,” The blue skunkette said.

“Ummm...Yeah,” Harley said.

“I came over to borrow a cup of sugar,” the skunk explained.  “One thing led to another and...My name’s Fragrance, by the way.”

“It’s okay,” Harley said, shaking his head.  “I’m here about his fiancé’.  Cleo told me to come and get him.”

Wannah grabbed Fragrance near the base of her tail and hoisted her in the air.  Fragrance let out a startled ‘eeep’.  Wannah pointed at Fragrances tail hole and turned to Harley.

“Zugg-zugg tana kiki?”

“Huh?” Harley said.

Wannah pointed at Martin’s shrinking minkhood and then stuffed her finger up Fragrance’s tailpipe.

“Zugg-zugg tanna kiki!”

“Hey!!” Fragrance squawked.  “Get that out of there!  I’ll...I’ll spray you!”

“Relax, miss,” Harley said nervously.  “She’s not from around here.”

“Relax?!” Fragrance fumed.  “She hasn’t got her finger up your backside!”  

“Wannah, please, put her down.”

Harley gestured for Wannah to set the irate skunk down, hoping to avoid the both of them getting ‘skunked’.  Wannah shrugged and dropped Fragrance to the floor with a thud.

“Oooof!  Gee, thanks,” Fragrance said peevishly.  “What does Cleo want Martin for?”

“It’s Serena,” Harley explained as he helped Fragrance to her feet.  “She’s ‘gone into season’.”

“‘Into Season’?!  And Cleo wants Martin there?” Fragrance gushed with a dreamy look in her eyes.  “Then Martin and Serena are going to be a daddy and Mommy?  Oh please, can I watch?  I’ve never got to see kits being made before.”

“Uhhh...I don’t think so,” Harley said, blinking incredulously at the bizarre request.

“Oh please!” Fragrance begged.  “I’ll let you do anything you want to me...Mate with me, spank me, tease me...I’d even let your friend put her finger up my tail hole again.”

“It...It’s not my decision,” Harley said as he hefted Martin effortlessly up onto the couch.

“Oh, pellets!” Fragrance pouted.

“Come on, Martin,” Harley coaxed as he tried to wake Martin.

“Wha...Where? Oh! H-Harley!” Martin said.  “It’s only you.  For a minute there I thought I saw...A SABRE-TOOTHED TIGER!!!”

Martin’s eyes bulged in terror as he point at Wannah, who merely looked amused, and tried to merge into the couch.

“Whoah, cool it, fur,” Harley said quickly.  “She won’t bite.”

“A-a-are you s-s-sure?”

Harley looked at Wannah a moment...Then lied through his teeth.

“Of course I’m sure.  Now hurry up and get dressed...Daddy.”

“D-d-d-daddy?!”

“I’m here about Serena.”

“Serena?” Martin repeated, immediately becoming focused and concerned.  “Is she all right?”

“I dunno,” Harley said.  Cleo told me to come and get you.”

“It’s time for you and Serena to make kits, Martin!” Fragrance gushed.  “Can I watch?”

“No!” Martin frowned.  “Of course you can’t watch!”

Wannah sighed in impatient exasperation.  She snatched Martin up by the waist and slung the startled mink over her shoulder.  She looked at Harley and pointed in the direction of Serena’s home.

“Itama kota, Har-ley?”

Harley cocked his head, not understanding.  She shook Martin and pointed again in the direction of Serena’s home.

“Itama.”

“Oh, yeah,” Harley nodded.  “But let him walk himself.”

Harley gestured for Wannah to set Martin down.  Wannah complied and Martin finished dressing.

“Forceful, isn’t she?” Harley said.

“Yeah,” Martin agreed, eyeing the tigress warily.

“Martin, are you sure I can’t...”Fragrance asked.

“NO!”  Martin shouted.

“Martin, chill,” Harley grinned giving him a friendly pat on the back that sent the mink stumbling out the remains of his front door.

 

Serena woke up in her bed, dimly aware of her surroundings but acutely aware of a powerful need within her.  She started to speak, but what came out was a mewling growl.  She shook her head and tried to focus.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Consider this an early wedding present,” Cleo grinned.  “Your little friend and I mellowed you out a little.  In the state you were in you would have scared off your fiancées.”

Serena couldn’t focus on Cleo’s explanation, she needed to touch and to be touched, to feel the warmth of another and to have the emptiness within her filled...And she needed it now.

“I’ve spoken with Monica,” Cleo continued.  “She said that she’d be willing if you were.  Martin will be here soon and you two really should be in sync on this.”

Just the mention of her lovers’ names set Serena’s juices flowing.  She got out of bed and wandered in a fog toward the door.

“Monica?” she asked.  “Where is she?”

“Waiting in the other room,” Cleo said, staying close to Serena.  “I just wanted to make sure you knew what was going on before the three of you... well.”

The faerie giggled happily.

“Martin wanted to wait...” Serena said out loud.  “...until after we were married.”

“We would have had to keep you locked up so you wouldn’t get knocked up,” Cleo explained.  “I don’t think you’d like that.  After all, this condition of yours could last up to a week.  If I hadn’t stopped you you’d be having baby bunnies.  Once you’re...well...‘With kits’, it’ll be safe for Randy and you.  After all, I’m sure poor Martin will need a break before this passes.”

Serena stepped into the living room and spotted Monica sitting on the couch.  Monica got to her feet and gazed shyly at Serena.  Serena noticed the dark, wet patch at the crotch of Monica’s shorts.  She began to pant as her need swelled within her.

“A-are we really g-going to make k-kits, Serena?” Monica asked, her voice trembling yet filled with hope.

“If Martin wants to,” Serena said as she moved up to Monica.  “I want to...I need to...”

Serena caressed Monica’s arms and kissed her deeply.  Monica melted into the kiss, returning Serena’s passion.  She caressed Serena’s back, hips and rump with a light, unhurried touch that sent electric chills through Serena’s body.  Serena ran her fingers lightly down the center of Monica’s back.

“Oh Serena,” Monica sighed.  “I want you so much.  I want you and Martin...I want to feel Martin’s eggs in my belly.  I want to feel your kits growing inside you.”

Serena kissed Monica’s throat while she cupped her lover’s breasts, caressing them through her shirt.  Monica moaned and circle Serena’s nipples  with her thumbs as she squeezed the she-cat’s breasts.  Serena paused only long enough to remove Monica’s shirt and pants.  Monica’s inner thighs were glistening with her juices. 

Monica blushed, as Serena’s eyes devoured her naked, aroused body.  They moved together, their passion and need driving them both.  They embraced, rubbing their bodies together, kissing, caressing and exploring.  Monica knelt down, slowly kissing and licking her way over Serena’s chest and belly.  She covered Serena mound with light little kisses and licks.  Her hands caresses Serena’s rump as she pressed the tip of her bill against Serena’s wet slit. She worked her tongue into Serena’s warm wet inner folds.  Serena purred loudly and caressed Monica’s head as the platypus licked her cunny.  Monica caressed Serena’s thighs, hips and rump as she worked her tongue through Serena’s intimate of intimates.  Serena leaned her head back and arched her back, moaning in ecstasy as orgasmic pleasure washed through her.

Monica lay back onto the floor.  Her bill reddening, she slowly spread her legs for Serena.  Panting and smiling lustfully, Serena stepped over to Monica and straddled her hips.  She slowly lowered her herself until she felt her wet cunny press against Monica’s.  Monica whimpered and trembled in anticipation.  They looked into each others eyes finding love and trust reflected there.  Serena purred and began to rub her pussy against Monica’s.  Monica panted softly and wiggled her hips, adding to the friction.

Outside the house, exiled by Cleo to avoid any ‘accidents’, Randy was glued to the window.  Between the residual effects of the mating scent that Serena and now Monica was giving off and the ‘show’ the two aroused females were putting on, the poor rabbit was reduced to urgent, obsessive masturbation.  He had just shot his fifth load of spooge against the side of the house as Harley, Martin and Wannah arrived.

“Randy?” Harley said in surprise.

Randy turned and rushed up to Harley.

“Ya gotta help me,” he begged.  “Please, turn into a girl!  My nuts feel like they’re gonna pop!”

“No Way!” Harley frowned, backing away from the frantic rabbit and backing into Wannah.

“Randy,” Martin scolded his friend.  “Get ahold of yourself!”

“I’ve been getting ahold of myself!” Randy said.  “That’s the problem!”

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this right now,” Martin said determinedly.

He strode up to the door and pushed it open.  A wave of heat and female musk rolled out over the group.  Martin froze, his minkhood swelling rapidly.  Harley was similarly affected but covered his nose in an effort to keep a clear head.  Randy dropped to his knees and desperately stroked himself.  Wannah breathed deep of the heavy scent and grinned broadly as she looked at Harley.  She scooped Harley up, slinging him over her shoulder and strode into the house, pushing Martin ahead of her.

“No, no, no!” Harley protested in vain.  “I don’t want to go inside!”

Martin stumbled toward Serena and Monica.  The two females turned to face him.  Their eyes met.  Time seemed to stop for the three of them.  Serena and Monica rose and went to Martin.  The three of them embraced and kissed passionately.  Serena undid Martin’s pants and let them fall around his ankles.  Martin put an arm around each female’s waist and started to escort them toward Serena’s bedroom.  The faerie mouse zipped down and made sure Martin didn’t trip over his pants.  When the trio had gone into the bedroom, Cleo closed the door behind them and breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Wannah set Harley down.  She giggled at the tall fox as he tried to hold his breath.  She turned her back to him and let her loin cloth drop to the floor.  She smiled invitingly over her shoulder and bent over, placing her hands on the back of the couch.  She spread her legs apart and rolled her hips to expose her aroused sex to him.  Harley could only stare at her dew glistening slit as his need to breathe forced him to draw in two lung-fulls of the thick mating scent that filled the room.

“Har-ley Zugg-zugg Wannah?”

Harley couldn’t take it any longer.  He peeled off his shirt and lowered his pants.  His twelve inch foxhood throbbed urgently.  Wannah hungrily oggled Harley’s immense tool.  She trembled half in nervous anxiety and half in excited anticipation.  Harley moved up behind her and kissed her shoulder.

“Har-ley zugg-zugg Wannah, choza...Choza!” Wannah purred urgently.

“All right,” Harley said, trying to resist the urgent need to drive his lover’s tool deep and hard into the big she-tiger’s sex.  “B-but it’s g-gonna hurt....”

He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy and worked it between her labia majora and to her vaginal entrance.  Wannah’s trembling increased as the head of his shaft began to spread her opening, stretching it tightly.  She whimpered when the head of his shaft popped past her opening, entering her love tunnel and pressing up against her hymen.  Harley panted with the effort of restraining himself.  He caressed Wannah’s back and hips while he let her get accustom to his size.  His head swam as he leaned over her and cupped her breasts.  His legs tensed and he pushed his hips forward.  Wannah gritted her teeth as her hymen stretched tight.  Suddenly, she felt it tear away. She half growled and half moaned, a tear forming in each eye.  She clawed at the back of the couch as her vagina was filled and stretched tightly for the first time.

Harley groaned as his shaft sank full within the tigress.  He held himself still save for a slight twitching of his hips as he let her grow accustomed to him.  Slowly, Wannah’s growls became a low, moaning purr.  Harley kissed and licked at her neck as he kneaded her breasts.  Wannah turned her head and lapped at his muzzle.

“Har-ley,” she panted Softly.  “Zugg-zugg Wannah ...Zugg-zugg Wannah choza.”

Harley slowly withdrew almost his entire length from Wannah’s love tunnel, savoring the hot wet feel of her vaginal walls clinging tightly to his cock.  Once all but the head was withdrawn, he reversed direction. He continued to slowly piston his shaft deep into the Tigress’ cunny.  Wannah groaned and whimpered as he slowly began to pick up speed.  Harley felt his balls tighten up as his release approached.  He quickened his pace.  Wannah groaned and purred as she, too, neared climax.  Harley stiffened, driving his cock full within his once virginal lover.  His hot liquid passion gushed into Wannah’s belly in stream after stream of thick, hot cream.  Wannah bellowed as her pussy spasmed, milking Harley’s foxhood of every drop of his precious love juice.

Harley panted breathlessly as he felt his body shift and change.  He took a shaky step back and looked at ‘his’ female body with dismay on his features.  Wannah groaned, her cunny ached dully.  She turned and stood up expecting to see Harley standing behind her, but instead found a large vixen.

“Atetha Har-ley!?” she demanded, baring her teeth.  “Atetha Har-ley!?  Kota Wannah choza!”

“Wannah,it’s me!” Harley said, sweating nervously.

Wannah growled menacingly at Harley.  The fox turned vixen started to back away but bumped into Randy who had stolen up behind ‘him’.  Randy held his hands up to Wannah.

“Just a minute,” Randy Said quickly.  “Watch.”

Harley’s eyes bugged out as ‘he’ felt Randy’s hand cup ‘his’ currently feminine genitalia.

“What the heck do you think you’re...You’re....”

Harley’s initial outrage softened as Randy’s fingers tickled and moved through ‘his’ slit, caressing the soft sensitive inner flesh of ‘his’ cunny.  Wannah paused in her threatening behavior and looked curiously as Randy masturbated this new fox who had taken her lover.  Harley groaned and whimpered as Randy’s fingers worked their magic.  ‘His’ female organs tingled stronger and stronger.  ‘His’ legs trembled as the tingly pressure grew.  When tingle burst free and flooded ‘his’ belly, ‘he’ moaned loudly and leaned on the grinning rabbit for support.  A moment after ‘he’ came down from ‘his’ orgasm, he stood once more in all his nude, male glory.  Wannah’s jaw dropped open as she stared at Harley and Randy in awe.

Cleo grinned at the she-tigers reaction as she watched from where she was listening at Serena’s door.  She was tempted to join in on the fun, but her first duty, she reminded herself, was to be sure that Martin fathered Serena and Monica’s kits.  She listened at the door.

Martin felt a little like a small fish being eyed by a pair of sharks as Serena and Monica backed him up until he fell into a sitting position on the bed.

“M-Martin,” Monica said with some difficulty.  “If...If we d-d-do ‘it’ now....”

She looked at Serena who was more firmly in the grip of her need.  Serena licked and nibbled at Martins ears.  She purred and mewed playfully.

“S-Serena...We sh-should t-tell him....”

“We want your kits, Martin,” Serena purred.  “My body craves for them.”

“M-mine does too,” Monica said.

Martin smiled warmly and held his ladyfurs close to him.

“And I want you both to have my kits, too,” Martin said as he hugged Serena and Monica close.  “As many as you want, whenever you want them.  I want us to be a family.”

Serena smiled and tears welled up in Monica’s eyes as the three of them embraced.  Martin kissed both his soon to be mates and then looked into Serena’s eyes.  Serena mewed happily as Martin turned her around and eased her back onto his lap and his waiting minkhood.  His lover’s tool filled her cunny while his hands caressed her belly and breasts.  Serena turned her head and licked at Martin’s muzzle even as he licked at hers.  He gently bounced her on his lap, pumping his shaft in her vagina.  Monica moved next to Martin and kissed and licked first his, then Serena’s neck and cheek.

“I l-love you, Serena,” Martin said as he bounced her on his minkhood.

“Oh Serena,” Monica whispered as she caressed Serena’s thighs.  “Martin’s going to make kittens inside you!”

Serena’s lust hazed mind focused on Monica’s whispered statement.  She mewed and moaned loudly as her entire being focused on what she wanted…Needed to happen.  Martin bounced Serena faster and more forcefully on his lover’s tool.  He gripped her shoulder with his teeth and clutched her breasts firmly in his hands.  He moaned and whimpered as he neared release.  Serena threw her head back and cried out as she came hard.  Her pussy clamped down on Martin’s shaft as her orgasm rippled through her belly.  A moment later, Martin pulled her down tightly into his lap, driving his lover’s tool deep into her.  He bit down on her shoulder as his shaft gushed stream after thick hot stream of his seed into her fertile womb.

Serena purred softly as her body slowly relaxed.  Martin Panted hard.  He held Serena tightly and rolled them both over pinning her face down on the bed without pulling out of her.  He started to thrust into her again, his groin slapping against her rump.

“Kittens,” Martin panted and groaned.  “Kittens for my Serena....”

Serena Moaned and clutched at the bed covers as she pushed back against Martin’s thrusts.  Monica laid next to Serena, planting little licks and kisses on her cheek and Muzzle.

“Serena’s going to be a mommy-fur, isn’t she?” Monica teased.

Serena mewed and kissed Monica back between moans.  Martin’s thrusting grew to an almost frenzied pace.

“Take his seed,” Monica encouraged Serena urgently.  “Make lots of kittens.”

“I want it,” Serena groaned and panted urgently as her orgasm built quickly within her.  “I want his seed...I want his babies!”

Serena opened her mouth to moan as her climax exploded in her belly but Monica covered her muzzle with her bill, working her tongue in Serena’s mouth, caressing Serena’s tongue with her own.  Martin’s body tensed up and once more his thick kit cream flooded Serena’s womb.

As his climax faded, Martin withdrew from Serena.  Serena rolled to her back and pulled him to her.  He kissed her nose as she purred happily.

“Monica’s turn, my love,” he said with a warm grin.

He looked lovingly at Monica who trembled visibly.  He crawled over behind her and coaxed her to her hands and knees.  He whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to make pups with you.”

Monica whimpered in a mixture of anxious desire and fear.  She looked anxiously at Serena who sat nearby, rubbing her belly and mewing happily.  Martin took hold of her trembling hips.  She felt the head of Martin’s minkhood bump up against her pussy.

“S-Serena,” Monica said in a trembling voice.  “I’m...I’m scared!”

Serena Moved next to Monica and kissed her deeply, caressing her shoulders and playing with her breasts.

“It’s all right, Monica,” Serena purred reassuringly.  “You’re going to be a mommy-fur and we’re going to be a family.”

“I want Martin’s pups,” Monica said as martin began to push his lover’s tool against her vaginal opening.  “I do...I do...I...OH!”

Martin slipped into Monica, Filling her vaginal cavity with his throbbing hard length.  Serena purred and kissed around Monica’s neck and reached under her to play with her breasts.  She kissed Monica, who returned her kiss passionately as Martin mated her.

“Mmmm...Mmmm...Mmmate with me, Martin!” Monica whined and moaned.  “I want your little ones growing inside me.”

Martin thrust faster and harder. Serena continued to play with Monica’s breasts.  Martin began to grunt with his efforts, his release drawing nigh.  Monica clutched at the sheets and whimpered in pleasure as her belly was flooded with tingles and Martin’s seed.  Martin pumped gush after gush of his creamy hot seed into her.  They shuddered together as they slowly came down.

Martin slipped out of Monica.  Monica lay down and rolled to her back.

“Am I a mommy now?” she asked.

“Only if you want to be,” Serena purred as she licked at Monica’s cheek.

Martin didn’t answer, he merely crawled over Monica and slid his minkhood into her once more.

“Oh Martin!” Monica squealed happily.  “Yes!  More...I want more of you inside me!”

Martin thrust hard and fast into Monica.  Monica wrapped her arms and legs around him, licking at his throat while he mated vigorously with her.  Serena lay next to them, absently playing with herself.  Martin and Monica cried out as one and curled up tightly against each other as Martin gave up yet another helping of creamy baby batter for his lover.

Martin disentangled himself from Monica, sweating and panting heavily, all but spent.  He looked up at Serena who had risen to her hands and knees and looked seductively over her shoulder and wiggled her rump invitingly at him.

“My turn again?” She purred.

“Again?” Martin whimpered.

                

                 Continued