Within the confines of a medieval castle high up in the mountains, two lovers were joined in rapturous, horny harmony.

Patat couldn't remember when he had started fucking his mom; perhaps it was only a couple of years ago, or maybe it was long before then, but it had become such a regular occurrence between the two of them that it was utterly and entirely normal, and encouraged almost every night. His mom was the queen of the kingdom, the benevolent Sherry, a demigoddess who was good to her people and even better to her only son. With that authority came a right to do whatever she pleased, and if she asked for him to join her in her bedchambers, he agreed, often shyly but wholeheartedly.

On her bed, Patat bucked with wild and furious passion, something befitting the rabbit that he was. His hips slammed and rolled quickly and eagerly between his mother's voluminous smooth lilac breasts, her expression a mixture of delight and amusement as she laid on her back and pressed her tits together with dainty hands. Each jiggle of the young rabbit's body against his mother's chest area caused her own body to move, making the bangles on her wrist jingle, her ears bounce and wobble, and the collection of wool atop her head forming a beautiful frizzy haircut bounce with volume in altogether the same way. She was starkly different to him; tall, regal, and beautiful, but also a sheep, something entirely different from Patat's rabbit features. He'd never questioned it, and she never elaborated-- it was just how things were. How would a boy know any better?

"That's it, sweetie, just keep going..." The sounds of their wet sex were audible and loud, for the cub's young, cone-shaped dick was coated in his own cum from the many loads he'd already put into her. The air hung heavy with the mixed smell of sweat and cum that clung to them from their hours of wild sex, and each gasp and suck of breath brought that smell to them. Rabbits could fuck for hours and cum multiple times, a feature that his mother took great pleasure in pushing to the limits, and tonight was no exception. They were more or less in the 'middle' of things, a handful of loads in with plenty more to go, and Patat had no reason not to believe they'd fuck until morning...he often slept during the day as a result.

At his mother's encouragement, the boy tried to hump faster, but he was already going at a particularly rapid pace. His hands clamped around her breasts and played with the nubs of her nipples, having found them minutes ago with his fingers by digging into her fur, and the boy's face was a testament to his pleasure-- his tongue was lolled from his mouth, his cheeks flushed, his ears dropped...frankly, he was overstimulated, but he was so used to it that he just kept going. He was intoxicated by the pleasure, drowning in it, and in turn their sex was wild and rough and free. Both of them loved it for different reasons.

Sticky dribbles of pre-seed and cum oozed between Sherry's tits and down towards the nape of her collarbone; he'd already cum at least one between her breasts and was going in for another round, eager to blow again already, and she dutifully sat there and waited. She'd already at least had her fun a little before; he'd pumped a few loads into her ass already, but she lived to save her pussy for when they were nearing the end. She listened to his quiet little gasps and boyish, young moans, having heard them so many times before that she knew just when he was going to cum, and maybe even how much it would be. She encouraged him with soothing words and groans and sighs of her own, amused by the way his ears perked and lifted slightly to listen to them, taking great pleasure in her own delight.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum again..." Patat spoke between his pants, bucking his hips wildly as he started to huff, groaning louder and more intensely. His movements inevitably bear fruit, but the sounds of their sex, the slaps and slick, wet noises of his cock moving back and forth don't intensify nor falter as he rams his hips forward, nestling crotch to under-breast. The tip of his cone-shaped dick protrudes from between her tits, angled towards her chin, and after a few moments a messy little dribble streaked from the top, coinciding with the cub's shuddering groans of pleasure. He pushed forward for one final hump and a string of cum shot far enough to travel an inch or two before it messily splattered against her neck, spreading across her lilac skin-like wool.

For a moment he sagged, swinging his head forward until his caramel fur with brown spots and and tips was all that she could see, rather than his laboured, flustered expression. His large boyish ears draped down over the front and down his forearms, easily managed to slide over her breasts and across his own hands propped up on the bed, and he squirmed a little at the sensation of cum getting into the sensitive white inner-ear fluff. She could tell he was exhausted, but it was her who was encouraging all this. She was undeniably horny, and she knew it was because of her heat; it was that time of the month.

"Good boy..." She murmured, licking her lips as she moved her hands from her breasts, grinning wider when she heard the telltale squish of the cum hanging in strings between her messy tits, before she grabbed around the boy's waist, squeezing with her thumbs and up towards his sides and to his chest. She sighed, watching as he squirmed and whimpered, rolling his hips against her body, nudging his oversensitive member back and forth until he eventually started to slide back, and her hands withdrew in response.

"Come on, sweetie. You know what I want next..." She encouraged him, and he obliged her, scooting tiredly body her body and leaving a sticky trail of his cum in his wake, until he slid all the way back towards her crotch. In most normal instances, he would have just stuck his cock into her and started to breed her like they both wanted, but he knew she wanted to warm up first, for she almost always did. He wriggled his ass and stretched his legs out so they could slide along the bed, and he winced and shuddered as his member brushed across the bed, the fabric rough on his sensitive little dick. However, his movements brought him to where he wanted to be, where she had eagerly demanded him to be.

The young rabbit lifted both his hands and clasped them around the thickness of her curvy feminine thighs, his fingers dragging across her smooth body-- her wool normally fashioned a provocative outfit, but it had been discarded for their late-night session-- and moving to her thighs, his hands raking across her smooth body. He gripped firmly and bowed his head towards her adult cunt, his mouth nuzzling along her inner thigh, the white end of his muzzle brushing against the fur and flesh, his orange nose smearing until his lips met with the warmth of her entrance. He could tell how turned on she was by how wet her 'special place' was, and how easy it was for her to dance his tongue around the entrance of her pussy, feeling the muscles flex, clamp and squeeze in a way that made the entire thing quiver before his short muzzle. She took in a deep breath the closer he became, and her nostrils were filled with their combined scents, their natural odours and sweat.

He wasted no time, knowing she was desperate, and he was eager to please. He pressed his lips to her entrance, listening to her hums of approval as he stuck out his tongue almost immediately, dragging it up and over her entrance in a way that made her whole body shake with pleasurable sensations. She had to resist the urge to squeeze her thighs around his body, focusing her attention instead on the way his mouth eagerly slurped up and down her body. It reminded her so much of her once dearly-held lover, Patat's father Fuzzy, or at least that's what she knew him as. She fondly reminisced on the how eager Fuzzy was at Patat's age.

Patat slathered his tongue with delightful fervency, his tongue sliding between those spasming lips, sinking in an inch or two as he tried to taste her insides, his tongue coiling around the warmth of her folds, her fluids trickling onto his tongue. He gulped, gasping for air, and pressed his mouth down further shortly thereafter, grazing his teeth against her flesh and gripping tightly to her tender flesh. He groaned against her body, whimpering with delight, and pressed even further, sliding his tongue up and around before plunging down and back up again, trying to fuck her with his tongue as his fingers curled against her thighs, feeling the light moisture of sweat under his digits, though it was hard to tell if it was hers or his. He'd done it many times before, and often got incredible results because of it-- in that moment it was the same, for he heard her moaning with bliss, her head rolled back and pressed against the soft cushions near the head of the bed.

The more that he lapped at her, the greater she seemed to enjoy it; the way she rolled her head left and right, the way her hands moved down to stroke between his ears around the brown tuft of fur atop his contrasting brown fur, she had little tells that proved she liked it, and they'd done it so often that he knew them all too well. The growing pleasure she felt was vocalised, and through those groans he was encouraged to continue, his mouth pushing as far as it could, his tongue delving as deep as his tiny lips would allow. Her hand helped to push him down as he scrunched up his tongue, feeling the pressure on him, not just physically but also from the need to perform. His shyness made it difficult to be confident, but she brought out that side of him in bed. The way in which she managed to get him to come out of his shell was astounding.

With a shuffle, the cub dragged his mouth up to his mother's entrance, his tongue circling around the delicate nub hidden beneath the folds of her entrance, before he started to move his body up, briefly meeting resistance from her hand trying to push him back down, but she quickly relented and moved her hand to the side, cupping around his chin and bringing him up her body. He slid across her stomach, getting closer to her face, and she directed him as she moved to sit up a little, bringing herself closer by bending her body inwards. She licked her lips as his eyes met hers, his expression sheepish and shy, and he struggled to hold his gaze on her for long. His loins made his excitement clear by the way his cock twitched against her pelvis, and as he drew himself up with her guiding hand, his cone-shaped member rubbed against her wet, spit-covered folds, threatening to slip inside with ease.

"There's a good boy..." She murmured, bringing her muzzle closer to his, watching the way his nose twitched as she approached until he instinctively parted his lips, knowing what was coming. Their lips met in a soft, sensual kiss at first, that quickly grew passionate as Sherry reaffirmed her muzzle to his, pressing her tongue to his lips and teeth, before sliding it past them and toward his own. Their tongues smeared together and she heard the whimper that caught in his throat, followed by a squeak-- with a wet squelch, the angle of his crotch easily smeared down towards her pussy, and the top of his member delved inside without any warning. His body shuddered from the sensitivity, but he couldn't stop himself from pushing his hips down until his pelvis snugly met with her body. He continued to tenderly kiss her, hands clutched to her front around her smooth breasts, his hands squishing the malleable flesh. She moaned quietly against his lips as young Patat slid back, beginning to work himself into a rhythm, and she knew they were in for another long night.

Rabbits tended to fuck fast and hard, and young pubescent rabbits especially could go for hours, something she craved greatly. She parted their kiss for a moment to look down at his flustered face, her smile widening with amusement, before she bowed in to kiss him again. He weakly trembled under her assault as his hips bounced, his balls mercilessly slapping against her adult cunt as his slick cock easily moved in and out of her. He opted for predominantly short, rapid humps that kept his body close to her whilst massaging every inch of his pumping length, stroking from tip to base, and her flexing innards made those tantalising feelings of pleasure all the more intense. Patat planted his paws so the bed so he could squat and thrust into her more firmly, and with his quickening humps, the squishy wet sounds of their sex began to fill the room again, rhythmic slaps and squelches intermingled with the boy's little huffs and squeaks alongside his mother's low and encouraging moans.

Their passionate kisses continued as the young cub continued to pound into his mother's pussy, his hips bouncing on her pelvis over and over until his noises of pleasure started to grow more fervent and intense. He eagerly tried to kiss either harder or deeper or both, and Sherry relished her son's passion, her tongue dancing around his as his fingers squeezed firmly against her breasts, his hips plunging with harder thrusts that matched as close to his quickened rhythm as his tired body would allow. All of a sudden, he pressed down and parted his lips from her to gasp, shuddering as his eyes rolled upwards and inevitably closed. She could tell just from the sounds that he was climaxing in her already-- she was used to his rapid orgasms by now, but she never got tired of them. The squirt and squelch she felt of his fluid-slick cock pumping a load into her was like music to her ears, and the flush of warmth she felt from the dribbles of his seed was the icing on the cake, metaphorically speaking. She cupped his face to kiss him again, just for a moment longer, before she slowly leant back and relaxed herself on the bed, pressing her head to the pillow.

"Come on, my sweet boy," She huffed, reaching her hands down to grab behind her knees and lift her legs up as much as she could, spreading herself wide. "Show your queen the virility of a wonderful prince like yourself. Breed me!"

"Y-Yes, mom!" He eagerly responded, wanting this just as much as her-- she was keen to have more children, and his own childish mind thought having more siblings would be fun. He grunted, pressing his loins down into her as he squirmed his boyish little body, coaxing out the remaining few droplets of his nut, before he slowly lifted his hips up, legs trembling from the physical exertion of an all-night fuck, his teeth gritting from the sensitivity of his spent cock, before he plunged down again. A shaky groan escaped his buck-toothed muzzle as his ears swung forwards with his bowing head, before he started in on a rhythm again, this time accentuated by deep, carnal grunts as he fought through the difficult feeling of his sensitive loins. Sherry accompanied his noises with her own, started to moan louder to encourage him, knowing full well it turned him on.

He worked himself into a frenzy again, his breathing inevitably becoming laboured after only a minute or so as he thrust at his rapid, horny pace, and his mother laid there watching dutifully, her innards flexing around his pumping dick, her own pleasure rising. Of course, she had already orgasmed a few times that night herself-- he was particularly good at fucking her ass-- but she could feel herself working up to another one, just from the way he continued to pump into her. Her tight adult canal gripped around every aching inch of his member as he started to pant harder and faster, his mouth agape, his eyes lidded over with deep, carnal pleasure.

Patat thrust down again, the young rabbit trembling with the effort it took just to make those movements, and at the same time, Sherry lowered her legs, wrapping them around his tiny body. Her ankles pushed him down against her pelvis and nudged him as deep as possible as she moved a hand to stroke just above her pussy, fingers delving into the wetness of the upper section to fumble for that sensitive, agonising spot. Her rounded ears twisted to his boyish whimpers of delight, but with it came little grunts of protest as she pressed him further and further with her leg, her chest heaving-- she was so close to her own release, and she desperately wanted to feel it. Each nudge she forced upon him caused his member to massage her innards, causing that familiar tightening in her loins to strengthen, and in turn her flesh milked around his twitching, orgasming member. She could tell from his sharp huffs and the squelching of his cock in her pussy that he was filling her with yet another load, and that added to the feeling.

A rapturous delight rolled through her as she felt herself pass the point of no return, and with a groan of complete and utter satisfaction, she loosened her legs around him and rolled her head back, eyes fluttering as bliss swarmed through her supple, feminine body. She panted with the brief exhaustion that swept through her body, but she was far from done; she raised her head to stare down at her son, watching as he slid back from her body, his little cone dick tugging out of her used pussy, and she saw a dribble of seed ooze down his length, smearing against her lilac body. With a giggle, Sherry sat up a little further and cupped his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs up towards his ears. The smell of their sex hung heavy in the air now; two additional loads certainly made the thickness of the heat from their exerted bodies all the more thicker, and the telltale scent of cum filled their combined nostrils, turning them on even more.

"Good boy, cumming for mommy..." She murmured. "But we're not done yet. You know that, don't you, my prince?"

"Y-Yes, mother." He gulped, shy but clearly eager, his little cottontail fervently wiggled left and right, his eyes sparkling with excitement. She laid back down again and watched as he scooted back to move his head towards her pussy, fully intending on cleaning up the mess he just made, so that he could go all over again.

The two of them would fuck until morning, and the very next night they would do it all over again.