"Are we almost there?"

"Yeah. Just a little further, missy."

"How much further?"

"Will you stop bothering the poor guy? It's just beyond that hill. Wait a little bit, yeah?"

The mad giggle that followed would have been more than enough to calm whatever anger those upon the carriage...but ultimately, not a single man on that car was irritated. Of those sitting amongst them, there were 3; two men, both definitely adults, and one older than the other, and a girl, barely 11 and not even into the beginnings of her puberty, from what anyone could guess. The carriage driver up front was a friendly sort, and had quietly, though amusingly, kept up with the young female's antics as they rode for their destination; a quiet, quaint little town in the countryside, some handful of leagues away from the biggest city of the kingdom of Pilralda. The tiny town, Criolle, was home to very little, but in their pit stop to the city after their recent contract, they could afford to stay in the inn for the night before heading further onwards via another carriage. Normally, they would have ridden out until nightfall...but for the two men, they couldn't afford to let their precious apprentice sleep on a hard wooden floor.

"See?" True to his word, the younger of the two men, a coyote, though frankly there was distinctly more coyote in him, pointed over the carriage driver's head down the hill towards a little hamlet of around 20 or 30 houses, enclosed by a thick wooden wall. Their ride had no clothed hood of any kind and so it was easy for the young female of their group to peek up over the driver's head to see the town in the distance. Her eyes sparkled with a childlike innocence and both men couldn't help but smile a little at her expression. She had been an unexpected companion, but one that had brought a little joy back into what had been a fairly mundane, if dangerous, life.

Some months ago the two men, Altin and Emrys, had been fulfilling a mercenary contract like any other. A lot of the time their work required them to clear out mines recently overrun with low-end monsters that some of the more prouder mercenaries didn't care to touch, or they scouted areas otherwise untamed and recorded their findings for later mercenaries to clear out...bits and pieces like that. They had been returning from a very quick excursion outside a local town-- a rather simple, but well-paying job, all things considered-- when their attention had been drawn to a house on the outskirts of the nearby forest, lit up in flames. Had they not been passing, both of them were sure no one would have seen it until nightfall, for the house itself sat neatly in an alcove, obscured by trees from the local town. When they went to investigate, the mystery of the burning house was simple; bandits had raided some poor family, taken their riches, and set the house aflame. As the two men showed up to investigate, they came face-to-face with the last 'task' on the bandit's list; kidnapping the only survivor of the fire, a young female vixen. She was grateful, of course, and incredibly scared...but the problem became what to do with her. She had nowhere to go, and no one in the town nearby knew her; ultimately, their choice was to either leave her in the town to fend for herself or at least raise her to the point where she could take care of herself. Both of them, after some deliberation, ultimately agreed to take her under their collective wings. She'd been with them a few months now, and was by no means at the level to fend for herself yet...but she was growing, of that they were certain.

"I can't wait to get some food..." The vixen girl, who they'd come to know as Siani, leant back in her seat and blew a long sigh. Once upon a time she might have worn dresses, but as they were mercenaries and they went to all sorts of places, she had been initially forced to wear, but now willingly wore, linen pants and a simple blouse to protect her fur and flesh from the elements and dirt. At that moment she looked uncomfortable in them, like she wanted nothing more than to tear them off, and the two males could see it; like her, they were also glad to rest soon.

The carriage trundled down into the village without any hiccups, and the trio disembarked, having already paid their fare before they'd even set off. The only inn in the little village was thankfully rather empty a lot of the time, despite the village being an interim to the capital-- as they entered, multiple tables were empty, and when enquiring with the innkeeper, they were informed of the many vacant rooms available. It didn't cost them much to land a room for the three of them, before they requested some food and paid well for enough for the three of them and then some, as well as however many tankards of ale they could manage. They adjourned to a table and thankfully, after not too long, their drinks were brought to them.

The coyote man, Altin, was a bit of a loose drinker and he began to guzzle the ale like it was his last day alive. His friend and comrade, an elk by the name of Emrys, was more responsible in his drinking habits; he took hearty swigs, but he nursed the drink much longer than the man opposite him. Unlike the two of them, however, Siani had never drank before. She sat there with a small cup of water and drank, parched, but she looked at the two of them curiously.

"Does it taste good?" She blurted out all of a sudden, glancing between them. "I've never really tried it before, but men drink that stuff a lot..."

"You never had ale?" Altin lowered his tankard, a grin spreading across his face. He adjusted in his seat, the half-robe, half-armour of his practical mage outfit crumpling as his chest inflated with each breath, and creased as he bent his body and leaned over the table. He placed the half-full tankard on the wooden top and pushed it slowly across towards her. She snapped her gaze to it and back up to him, before turning her head to peek over at the innkeeper washing dirty glasses by the bar, shining them with a cloth.

"He won't notice," Altin insisted, tail wagging slightly. "Take a sip."

She was hesitant, but she pulled the tankard toward herself and brought it to her lips, recoiling briefly from the taste before she took another sip, wanting to try and enjoy it for herself, in some fashion-- Emrys, having quietly watched her, surmised she just wanted to fit in. At the same time, Altin gestured over his shoulder to the innkeeper, who took one look at them before he grunted, turning to fill up another tankard behind him. He brought it over towards them, mumbling something about their food almost being ready, before he turned and left. As if on cue, a woman appeared from a door behind the counter, wooden plates in hand, and brought them over to their table, placing them down in front of them. The ones for Siani and Altin were filled to the brim with bread, cheese, potatoes and marinated meat--  though they weren't spiced or rich in flavour, given how simple and rustic the village was-- while Emrys's plate was bearing much of the same share aside from the meat. The female offered a warm smile, told them to enjoy, and left them to it.

For a little while, they ate in silence, or close to it; both men ravenously tucked into the mixture of foods, scooping with spoons or grabbing hunks of bread with their bare hands, but Siani was a little quiet in comparison. She ate just as much as them, for she was a growing female who needed to fill up on food, but she was more interested in nursing the remainder of the ale shared with her. The innkeeper seemed to care little that she was drinking and refilled their drinks as and when necessary until their bellies became heavy with a mixture of food and alcohol-- to the two mercenaries, there was no better time than when they got to eat, and filling their stomachs was their favourite past time outside of work.

"I swear, man," Altin suddenly blurted out, pointy a greasy hunk of mutton towards the elk opposite him before he tore a chunk out of it. "One of these days, I'll get a fine wench to share my children with."

"You're drunk again, Altin." The elk dryly remarked, shooting a quick look of apology to the young vixen who quietly kept her head down; she didn't seem to mind, but understood that it wasn't a conversation she could butt into. Altin, despite being a little drunk, seemed to recognise the girl's unease, however.

"Sorry, Siani," Altin continued, before turning his attention back to the conversation. "But you know how long it's been right, Emrys? So many months of full and unfulfilled nuts. There's just no romance in mercenary work no more. They won't even give us the time of day."

"I know." Emrys merely agreed with him and continued to eat, but the way he wavered in his seat indicated he was a little tipsy too. Siani didn't want to admit it herself, but she was the same; her head swam slightly with the dizziness of the alcohol and she felt an unfamiliar buzzing in her ears, followed by a tingling in her throat and stomach that made her feel warm, but also a little light-headed.

"You know the last time I laid with a nice female?" Altin continued in what could best be described as a drunken rant, and Siani glanced between them, watching Emrys hum his approval, tilting his elk head to the side as if he were listening, before Altin continued-- though, not after taking another bite of food and a swig of ale.

"It was about a year ago now, I think," He continued as the elk stared, eyes half-lidded, his back muzzle wrinkling into a grimace. "A fine looking wench she was..."

Altin went into detail about his last escapade with a supposedly beautiful farm girl that he met a few towns over on their back from an expedition. Emrys acted like he knew it well, but anyone listening to their conversation could see he was bored and feigning ignorance-- of the two of them, Emrys was older, by around 10 years or so, and he was a more seasoned mercenary than Altin was. It was hard to tell why the two were working together, and neither of them seemed inclined to elaborate as to why, but their circumstances ultimately didn't matter; their teamwork aligned and their different personalities made for a level team, save for their new orphan girl, of course. Altin went into frankly too much detail about the voluptuousness of the farm girl's breasts, how pillowy and doughy they were in his hands, how malleable and 'well-kept' her ass was and the 'firmness' of her 'birthing hips', but no amount of deadpan stares or awkward silence could stop the coyote from ranting on and on. Thankfully, the more he drank and the more tankards became filled with ale, the drunker he became.

"And then I...and then..." Altin's slurring became a little heavier and for a moment he abruptly sobered, straightening up. "I've drank too much."

"You have," Emrys cleared his throat, pushing his almost empty plate away from him. "Shall we adjourn for the night, Siani?"

"Please." Siani looked uncomfortable, but not for the ways Altin and Emrys thought. She felt a little tipsy still-- the tankard, which was originally half-full with ale, was now empty, and what little she'd drank she was quickly feeling the effects of. Altin rose to his feet and adjusted the front of his padded robes, brushing off the breadcrumbs and flecks of meat and cheese that had pooled in the little nooks and crannies of his clothes, whilst Emrys did the same; unlike the coyote, the Elk wore thick leather and chainmail beneath, for he was an up-close swordsman, not a mage. Siani followed suit and, leaving the tiny remnants of their meal on the table, they headed up the stairs to the upper floor of the inn, where warm beds and a quiet, private room were waiting for them.

By the time they entered the room, Siani felt like she was on fire, and her quiet squirming was obvious to the two men, but neither of them said anything about it. The inside of the room was quaint; regrettably, there was only a single double bed, and much like the last handful of times Siani had joined them in a single inn room, the two males would likely draw the short straw on who slept on the floor. Opposite the bed stood a dressed, and next to the former was an end table to place whatever small things on, though it already bore a candle. The rest of the room was barren, save for a bigger table just on their right as they entered to place their armour on, at least for the night. If they wanted to bathe-- unlikely, really, as they weren't particularly dirty-- they'd have to ask the innkeeper downstairs and use a specialised room, as the plumbing was a novel and uncommon art.

"Man, I'm beat." Emrys groaned, rolling his shoulders as he stepped towards the table and started to unclasp his armour, undoing buckles that kept it snug to his masculine frame. Altin began doing much of the same, but he was quieter and more sluggish in his movements, perhaps a little too drunk to be doing it as dexterously as he could normally. He fumbled with them for a while before irritation crossed his muzzle and he instead twisted his hand in the air. Magic sparked at his fingertips, and the buckle of the leather padding over his shirt moved on its own-- it was a trick that even Siani had learnt to do thanks to him, but she didn't wear nearly as much as them.

Siani was struggling. The sensations in her body were heavy and agonising, but not in a painful way...well, perhaps a little. There was a feeling within her that she couldn't describe, one that was making her very body burn with a kind of ache that she couldn't just ignore. She'd only felt it the past couple of days, but it made her feel uneasy around the two men. She had done her best to hide it, but something about the alcohol had made it all the more worse; perhaps it was the overwhelming sensation mixed with the dizziness that came from being a little drunk, or maybe it was something else entirely. What she did know, however, was that it was something she couldn't keep to herself: she needed help.

"U-Um," She suddenly blurted out, standing awkwardly by the door which she had since closed when they entered. "Can I...talk to you two about something? I don't think I'd have the strength to talk about it at any other time..."

"What's up, Siani?" Emrys began, turning his head towards her, narrowly avoiding scraping his big, thick antler against the wall. Altin wasn't paying attention at first but eventually turned, greeting Siani to the sight of his parted shirt, revealing a mostly white-furred front lacking in any distinctive muscle definition. The white fur trailed up his neck towards his chin, and a stripe of caramel-coloured fur outlined the white and served as a border between it and the ashy grey that covered most of his face, save the underside of his muzzle. Siani's face burned at the sight, but she couldn't understand why.

"I..." She started to speak, then clamped her muzzle shut, unsure how to explain. "I've been getting a weird feeling for the past couple of days, and it's not going away. I-It, um, it makes me feel all scratchy and hot and it hurts a little, uh...and...I'm bleeding a little bit too. It's scary. When you were talking about that female you'd mated with, it made the feeling worse, and I...I felt u-uncomfortable and couldn't sit still. I don't know what to do..I-I was too embarrassed to say before, b-but, do either of you know what it is? Can you help me? I don't know if it's going to go away...what if there's something wrong with me?"

She panted, her heart hammering from having revealed something that she was scared to even talk about, the embarrassment clear from the context of the situation and from her rant-like outburst, but her light intoxication helped her to talk about it, if in an unhealthy way. Just talking about it, even, made her eyes moisten with tears, but she swallowed the fear and anxiety of the situation, confident her saviours knew how to solve her predicament...and fortunately for her, they did. Though neither of them had said, the two were not fools, especially not Altin, who could practically smell it on her sometimes. Neither of them had mentioned it to her because they didn't want to freak her out...but now that she'd come to them, it'd be easier for them to help her.

"What you're going through," Emrys began, taking a moment of pause the unclasp the buckles that held his chainmail shirt together from around his shoulders, revealing the brown under-shirt beneath. "Is something most females experience. I think they call it 'heat'."

"What...what does it mean? Is it normal?" Siani asked anxiously, watching as the elk continued to undress like he was talking about to most normal thing in the world. He pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the frame of a mid-40s man, with muscle definition and the occasional scar crossing his fur, indicating his battle experience and how much he kept himself in shape. Just the sight of it make Siani's loins burn again in a way that made her squirm-- Altin, who had been silent, picked up on it, and the sight made him smirk.

"It means you're ready to have a child." The elk continued. "And you'll feel that way until it wears off or until you're...well, satisfied."

"Satisfied...?" Siani didn't seem to understand too much, and Altin shifted on the spot where he stood. Frankly, the concept and mentioning of heat and deflowering was getting Altin worked up; it was the animalistic genes in him, combined with his pent-up nature at that moment, that made his loins tingle with temptation. The yearning to deflower a delightful young pussy wasn't something he'd normally think about, but a man's mind was different when he was drunk...or perhaps a man's deepest desires came to the surface under the influence of booze.

"Well...sex," Emrys apologetically gestured to her and she squirmed, not necessarily uncomfortable, but simply unsure. "Do you...no. We can show you. Help you feel good."

Siani was apprehensive; both men were, to her tipsy brain, 'attractive' males, but that didn't mean she knew what sex was, and just the mere thought of children made her queasy; she certainly wasn't old enough yet for a child. She was, however, receptive...and despite other parts of her telling her no, she sheepishly nodded, scooting towards the bed as Emrys turned to watch her. The elk seemed to stare at her in a way that made her feel like she was being seen through, but as quickly as that stare lingered, it faded.

Wordlessly, the elk cross the room as Altin scooted to give her space on the bed to sit. The slipped down into a seat in her linen pants and blouse, lacking any sort of armour. Her delicate, white-furred hand anxiously clutched the sheets of the bed beneath her whilst the other rose to sweep a hand over her head, crossing over the chevron-like stripe of orange-yellow fur that was across her forehead and down to her cheeks, framing a white muzzle, but excluded the coloured markings around her eyes. She had no hair atop her head, like most anthropomorphic creatures, but her mixed-coloured ears folded and twitched, listening for even the most subtle sounds as her heart quickened in the elk's approach.

His hands reached out and initially didn't seem to know where to go, but they eventually moved down to her hips, and the vixen sucked in a breath as his palms pressed to her hips. She was tempted to reach out and feel his chest, but resisted the urge, a little too nervous to put her hands anywhere but the bed. The elk moved in way that was sensual, sliding over her thighs and down to her knees, making her loins quiver in ways she wasn't expecting, and at the same time Altin scooted closer on the bed, leaning over to get a closer look at what was going on. Siani was keenly aware of how close he was, of course, but most of her focus was on those hands exploring her lower body, though they were mostly just groping across her linen pants.

"We'll need to remove these," He said it so matter-of-factly that, for a moment, it brought her out of her anxious trance. "Just relax, okay? I know what I'm doing."

"Okay..." She was a little wary, but she also felt obligated to continue, since she had originally agreed. She sheepishly raised her legs and let the elk loosen the strap of cord that kept her pants up, as it did for everyone else, and with a flick of her paws she pushed off the boots that fit snugly around her digitigrade feet, where they fell to the floor with a soft 'thunk'. She lifted her body to allow those pants to slide over her feminine behind and down her legs, exposing her white, simple bloomers to the two adult men. Even from there, Altin could pick up the scent of heat, of maturity, and it made him stir in his drunken state, but he sobered and resisted. As the pants reached her ankles, she kicked them off herself, stiffening when the elk's dark-furred hands touched with her bare legs. Skin-on-skin contact was strange, but it felt good. She hadn't even thought about how it might be different in other contexts.

Soon came the undergarments, which Emrys carefully gripped by the waistline and slowly pulled down on either side, waiting patiently for Siani to lift her body up so he could tuck it over her behind before he continued, inevitably revealing the budding, maturing sight of her soft cunt. It was animalistic in shape, anatomically correct and puffy, thanks to her heat; Three puffy folds of flesh, rounded at their edges, formed an upside-down 'Y' shape somewhere in the centre, whilst the shape of the entire pussy itself was triangular in shape and stuck out from her flesh like an external object-- it was, however, very much attached to her, and sensitive two. It quivered just from their prying eyes alone and she felt the urge to cover herself up, which she unfortunately couldn't ignore. She instinctively brought a hand to her entrance and sucked in a breath when digits touched flesh, even if they were her own; she hadn't really touched herself down there before, not when she felt like she did...the sensation was agonising, but in a good way, like an unbearable pleasantness that made her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"It's okay," Altin murmured, leaning in closer and putting an arm around her. "We'll take care of you."

His words were comforting, but she could tell from his tone that they were steeped in sexual connotations. Unlike Altin, however, Emrys was a little more direct with his wants and affirmations. As Siani awkwardly spread her legs to reveal herself more, Emrys pulled the underwear down to her ankles so she could remove them of her own volition, whilst his hands snaked up towards the girl's knees and eventually up towards her inner thighs. She quivered and trembled at his touch, clamping her muzzle shut as his fingers snaked inwards. Through the movement of his own hands, Altin seemed inspired, the hand he had wrapped around her outermost shoulder shifted subtly, plucking at the collar of her shirt as the other moved around to her front, groping around the flatness of her chest before delving to the hem of her blouse, lifting it up and wanting to pull it over her head. For a moment she didn't react, purely because her singular focus was on the elk's fingers so dangerously close to the source of her heat and arousal, but after Altin started to tug with more fervency, she started to shift. A grunt escaped her as she lifted her hands, briefly met with a mixture of anticipation and unease at the thought of her vision being obscured whilst being so compromised, but Altin was quick to undress her, and Emrys didn't explore further as the blouse was slipped over her young frame and off her head, tossed to the side. She was never going to grow any sort of breasts, of course, but the alluring sight of the rows of pinkish, female nipples was enough to give the two men pause.

Altin's hands groped around her front, bare fingers trailing her delicate white and yellow-orange fur, whilst at the same time Emrys finally began to move. His hands cautiously worked over her, stroking along her inner thigh up to the entrance of her puffy vulpine pussy, and for a moment he merely hovered his fingers above them, digits taking in the heat and warmth of her arousal, before he eventually pressed his hand down to the flesh, rubbing his fingers along the puffy, tender skin. Siani closed her eyes and let out a quiet grunt of satisfaction, like an unbearable itch was being scratched, but both the feeling of satisfaction and also desperation for more intensified when his fingers plied the flesh, spreading some of the puffier parts of her entrance apart to reveal the pinkish innards of her canal beneath. For a moment he trailed a middle finger against that soft spot, his index and ring finger almost expertly keeping it spread, before Siani found her knees moving uncomfortably, though it was more like they couldn't keep still. Altin's heart had more or less dropped to his dick at the sight, and his loins ached with a fervent desire, an eagerness to breed her. Just the sight of it alone was making him dizzy, but to see Emrys getting to touch and grope it for himself was making him unfathomably jealous, as well as horny.

"How does that feel?" Emrys asked quietly, his finger probing deeper, his digit flexing and rolling in circles where the darker colours gave way to pink. Siani squirmed, her young frame trembling from the pleasure. She quietly nodded, her face feeling hot, and Emrys pushed deeper, just by an inch or two, his dry digit giving her a taste of what penetration might feel like.

"I'll feel better soon," Emrys insisted as he pulled back. "But for that...I'm a little overdressed."

A mature grin spread across his muzzle before he turned and started to loosen his pants, in the interest of taking them off, and at the same time he attempted to meander out of his boots so that he could keep undressing. At the same time, Altin scooted closer to her and his hands slip down, pulling her towards his body by extension. She let out something of a squeak of surprise, but allowed herself to be manhandled enough to be tugged onto his lap, where his hands squeezed her hips and massaged them up and down, feeling up her flesh-- it was relaxing, and she guessed that might be his intention, but it also made her nervous; she had no idea what she was doing, or what was going to happen...once upon a time, she might have had parents to explain it to her, but instead she just had them.

She watched as Emrys continued to undress until he eventually lowered his undergarments and managed to kick his boots off, so that his heavy pants and the garments beneath could fall to his ankles unhindered. When he was undressed, he turned towards her in the nude and she came face to face with the first male cock she'd ever seen: Emrys's shape was humanoid, distinctively black and framed by dark grey fur, with white fuzzy balls and lighter-furred inner thighs. It was stiff and noticeably girthy, measuring probably close to 8 or 9 inches in length, and with each movement it swung at its near-horizontal angle, enticing her as he approached.

"What do you think?" He asked quietly, his voice firm yet laced with apprehensiveness. Siani looked from his face down to his cock and back again, feeling her cheeks burning, her body tingling. Just here mere reaction alone was enough to give Emrys confidence, and at the same time the coyote beneath her squirmed, his hand moving and pushing under her body and scooting to the edge of his knees, but she wasn't paying attention enough to really notice it. Instead, she watched with bated breath as the elk's cock moved close enough to narrowly hover inches from her neck and chin, and the temptation to reach up and touch it was palpable. In the end, however, Emrys instead dropped down, his hands scooting along her sides and pressing to her thighs.

"Can I get it first?" Altin asked with some kind of urgency, and the intention behind his awkward movements suddenly became clear when Siani felt the turgid mass of what felt like another cock against her back, pressing to her cheeks. She moved subtly and his body reacted, shuddering against the warmth of her naked body against his twitching, canine cock. Emrys observed them for a moment, his fingers flexing against her cunt, before he pulled back and moved towards the drawer. He rummaged around in silence for a moment before eventually replying to the canine.

"No," He argued. "That knot of yours will tear the poor girl in two. I have another idea..."

From the drawers of the end table, he pulled out a tiny little bottle made of glass, and as he popped the top and brought it into the girl's field of view. She could see it was some kind of oil, mostly translucent but also a pale yellow in colour. He tipped down onto his palm and brought it down towards his cock, slickly rubbing the substance across his length until every inch of it glistened in the dim candlelight. He passed the tiny bottle over to Altin, who shifted and moved behind the girl as Emrys stepped closer one more, moving down onto his knees, for the bed was rather low down and Siani was already sitting, for all intents and purposes. His hands moved to her again and she sucked in a breath to brace herself, but instead of groping at her aroused front again, he hooked them around her hips, holding her firmly.

"I'm going it put it inside you now, okay?" Emrys warned her, and Siani looked down to see him scooting his body in between her spread legs. Altin adjusted to give him more space to get close, and for a moment the head of his cock nudged with her entrance. He could feel the way her soft flesh spasmed and instinctively squeezed from the pressure of the head of his cock alone; if she was squeezing this much already, then she'd be a tight fit, of that Emrys was certain. Siani trembled in her seat for a moment, met with the need to be penetrated as well as the fear of the unknown.

"Um..." She shifted, lifting herself slightly when Altin's fingers flexed under her behind, like he was trying to lift her up. "What'll happen when you do that?"

"Well..." Emrys hummed, nudging forwards and letting his dick angle upwards to slip across the triangular bump of her dark-fleshed entrance, sighing harshly through his nose. "It'll feel really good for you, and for me too...and eventually I'll cum inside you."

"W...Won't that make me have a child?" She asked nervously, awkwardly moving some more as Altin's hand squeezed at her cheek. She might as well have been standing if he wanted her to move this much, but she stiffened when she instead felt a slippery, wet mass pushed down against the top of her behind, right under the small of her back, and crammed between her cheeks, meeting with a secondary hole alarmingly close to the first. Much like her front, Siani had never had anything in her ass before; the thought scared her, and she was more fearful about the pain than anything else...but she also trusted these men. They saved her life, and had paid for her food and adventures these past few months, so how could she not? At her words, Emrys chuckled, moving a hand from her hip to grip the base of his cock.

"Don't worry...the chances are pretty small between our species. It'd be more likely if I was, say...another fox." He glanced to Altin, briefly, who shot him a toothy grin. The coyote had managed to loosen his member free from his pants and the tapering end of his canine cock hovered dangerously against the button of her young 11-year-old ass, threatening to slide inside at any moment, but it was her unwillingness to lower her body that stopped her behind from sliding down. Altin her a hand on her hip, however, and the pulsing throbs of his cock, the bulbous base not yet fully hard, more or less betrayed his impatience. At that moment his dick was narrow, enough for it to slide in without difficulty, he was sure...but he also knew it'd swell and grow the second he felt pressure. Emrys knew it too, hence why he had been trying to coax her in the front first...but her awkward position made it difficult.

"Just relax..." Altin slurred drunkenly, and with a firm grasp, he pulled a little, trying to coax her onto his dick as he held the plumpness of his sheath with his other hand. At first, she resisted, but when the tip of his cock speared her entrance and penetrated her virgin ass, she felt a tickle of something that part of her wanted to chase. She slid down, sucking in a breath at the weird feeling of that member entering her, and instinctively her inexperienced behind clamped and squeezed, spasming over every inch of that coyote length. Altin sat up a little more as his hand slipped from his sheath around her body, and his head pressed down into the nape of her shoulder and breathe in the scent of her body, of her arousal, and something of a possessive growl escaped him as the feeling of complete, encapsulating warmth around his cock, making hormones and signals shoot through his brain that made him want to mate. Emrys admired the sight of them for a moment and yearned to get his fill too, for but a moment he resisted, watching with bated breath as Altin slowly rolled his hips up and groaned against her neck at the feeling. Siani did much of the same, but a lot of her noises were out of discomfort more than pleasure-- after all, his cock was effectively in the 'wrong hole'.

"T...That hurts," Siani argued. "P-Pull out, please."

"Shh..." Altin hushed her, growling against her neck as his hand ran across her stomach and up to her chest, fingers tracing along the lines of her nipples. She surprisingly complied with being shushed, but the discomfort was also hard to deal with. She adjusted to try and ease the pressure, but all it did was make her innards flex around his invading dick, and Altin groaned in response, his hips pushing up against her as he planted his paws on the wooden floor. Her ass was heavenly and tight, and he could already feel his cock rapidly swelling and growing inside her from the firmness around his length, rapidly reaching full mast. Siani might have liked it, but frankly, a lot of her focus was on what was in front of her, those young eyes wide with innocence as she watched Emrys position himself before her, his cock lining up perfectly to her taut entrance, his member swinging up and down as it nudged against the heat of her cunt. He probed, prodded, and then eventually pushed, without giving her any warning; he figured his gentle pressing on her pussy was enough.

Siani closed her eyes and grunted at first, met with a similar discomfort that she felt in her ass, but as the man sank deeper she felt a wave of relief, coupled with the occasional spiking pain that caused her inexperienced hole to clamp down, squeeze and grip tightly around his invading member. Unlike Altin, Emrys's cock was relatively uniform and fit snugly within her, but it was still a tight fit regardless; he struggled to sink in a few inches without meeting some kind of resistance. He strained to push a little further, but the squeak that came from Siani, coupled with the clamping down of her innards, caused him to withdraw a little. Altin grunted at the same time, for her squeezing and instinctive rejection of their cocks was only aiding to steadily and slowly massage them, making him shudder and grip onto her tighter; if she kept it up, he was sure he'd tie with her nicely, but it'd be some time before his knot started to inflate, so she could be satisfied with the relatively uniform length of his cock for now.

"Deep breaths, Siani." Emrys assured her with a gentle tone, his hands caressing her thighs, his hips kneading back and forth to stroke an inch or two of his cock inside her. He could tell from the way her entrance relaxed slightly and began to spasm less that his efforts to pleasure her a little were slowly lowering her guard. Altin, however, was not as patient as Emrys; he slowly leant back and cupped his hands to her ass, leaning back so that his gaze could rake down her slender down towards his own cock buried in her behind. With his hands he forced her ass up, making her lift just a little so he could lick his lips at the sight of her taut ring stretching around his cock-- her hole spasmed and gripped tightly as he pulled back, the discomfort more intense as he pulled back than when he'd slid in. Siani grasped, forced to lean forwards to put her hands on Emrys's shoulders, steadying herself from Altin's movements. The coyote man groaned in pleasure at the sight of that flesh snugly gripping to his cock as he pulled back, before he thrust upwards, pressing the warmth of his knot to her cheeks and delighting in the way her innards spasmed wildly, as if it were trying to push him out. That harsh squeezing made Emrys stop just for a moment, unable to really sink deeper, but when she started to relax he pushed, slowly easing just an extra inch or two into her.

It was a slow and careful process, but it was eventually bearing fruit for all parties involved, more or less. Though Siani felt discomfort in each hole and the men sandwiching her between them wasn't helping, but with a little nudge, push and press, she could feel the discomfort easing, making way for a steadily growing pleasure. She still writhed between them, and there was nothing they could do to stop that, but with each nudge of their hips and adjustment into their inevitable thrusts, Siani could feel the itching tickle starting to fade, being fully and unequivocally satisfied. She grunted, sighed and let out a quiet groan, and in response the two men around her huffed their pleasure-- to them, her moans of passion were just as arousing as her soft ass and cunt.

It was Emrys who started to thrust first, his hips kneading upwards as he slowly burrowed into her before tugging back and beginning in on a series of humps. His movements were slow and careful, and his body shuddered at the feeling of the firmness of her loins, the squishy malleable flesh, the flexing of her inner canal that held him close and made him pause every other time he withdrew just to savour the feeling of her gripping so tight, refusing to let him pull out. At the same time, she clung to him, fingers and claws digging against his shoulder muscles, whilst her legs awkwardly moved between trying to find purchase against the floor or the edge of the bed or just completely hanging limp, both of which were difficult in their given position, and the latter of which effectively let gravity do most of the work of pressing her young ass down against Altin's knot. That didn't bother the coyote, however, who snarled quietly under his breath, driven by carnal urges to push his hips up and tie with her backside, despite the fact those clenching muscles rejected it. Just the pressure around his cock was enough to make him dizzy with pleasure and he inevitably swung his head back from her shoulder to groan into the air, muzzle pointed to the ceiling as he basked in the warmth of that stretched hole and the steadily growing tension in his body.

Each press of her behind, each squirm of her body and nudging of the two men's hips steadily brought them closer to orgasm-- well, at least it did for Emrys and Altin; regrettably for Siani, it was hard to chase the high that she felt every so often when it became so easily muddied by the spiking pain that makes her gasp and clench her entire body. The temptation to lift herself up, to squirm off them and get them to pull out, rose every so often, but it was drowned out by the need to follow that pleasure, and the trust she had in them, however loose; she had nothing to lose but a little bit of pain, and she felt as if she could endure it. Their panting breaths, their growls of manly passion, all stirred her in ways that were altogether new, and she wanted to experience every inch of it, to understand their passion and by extension her own. Her young, fragile body trembled with exertion as the two men humped faster, though it would have been more accurate to say that Emrys was doing the most, and Altin was merely rolling his hips and using his hands to rub her own ass back and forth, effectively massaging and stroking his cock on the inside. Though she couldn't pinpoint down the sensation herself, Emrys and Altin could definitely feel each other-- the thin membrane of flesh, malleable yet delicate, was all that separated their two thrusting and rolling members, and every so often the underside of their differently-shaped cocks rubbed against one-another, pressing in ways that stimulated them moreso than her deflowered holes.

Of the two of them, however, it was Altin who was remarkably close, and also the most frustrated. As his orgasm grew ever closer, the desperation to tie became more prominent-- with each thrust and pump his base began to swell, until it snagged on her innards as he humped up, and he whined in a mixture of horny fervency and desperation. The knot swelled more and more until it reached a complete peak that made the vixen's ass stretch far beyond what it had before, to the point where she struggled to take it and her body violently trembled from the exertion of just enduring it alone. The forceful squeezing around his pulsing knot stirred his body in a deep, carnal way that sparked into humping harder, leaning back to look down at her young ass bouncing up and down his knot, tugging and pressing on the knot over and over until, finally, he felt himself at his peak. He endured it just moments longer, sucking in a breath and straining with the exertion and pleasure, before his rapid humping paused and he let out a long, drawn-out sigh that indicated his orgasm, though only Emrys really understood it. Siani didn't quite get it at first, but she more or less realised what was happening when she felt the vivid throbbing of his cock and the pulsing warmth shooting up her body and towards her stomach, where it coalesced and made her entire body tingle, as if it weren't already.

"Ooooh fuck, yeah..." Altin murmured, leaning forwards against her. "Sorry, I got...I got carried away."

He brought his head in close to lap his tongue up against her neck and up to his chin, nuzzling across her face before burrowing it down to her neck, before he flopped backwards and dropped his back to the bed, hands still on her behind. He no longer kept trying to thrust and in response Siani pressed her body down and she huffed quietly, closing her eyes for a moment-- ultimately, it felt neither good nor bad, for the discomfort still lingered intensely, mostly on account of that bulbous knot. The heated warmth that spread across Siani's stomach made her tingle, but it did little to ease the pain spreading up his back. As she settled down, the elk in front of her began to pick up speed, his hands firmly clenched to her thighs, lifting her legs up ever so slightly to give him better purchase as his hips pumped and bucked against her; he had tried to be gentle, but as his pleasure rose so too did his eagerness to fuck. It wasn't often a man of his age got to have sex, especially not with such a tight virgin cunt; he was going to enjoy every last bit of it. Her lifted legs made Siani's body press down on Altin's knot further and the coyote man groaned quietly, fingers flexing against her ass in the midsts of his post-orgasmic bliss as his knot twitched against the pressure of her young body against his.

"Almost there," Emrys huffed, moving his head closer to groan quietly near Siani's ear. "Does that feel good?"

"M-Mmhm." All she could do was hum her approval, and it was more of a half-truth than an outright lie. Her innards spasmed with each pistoning thrust and Emrys grunted and moaned with every other pump of his hips, the slick wet sounds of their sex faint yet audible, the scents of their musk, the heat of their warm bodies and the aroma of cum and arousal heavy in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife, metaphorically speaking. His balls swung with each push and pull of his hips, but they never moved far enough to touch either Siani or Altin in any fashion, for they started to tuck up against his frame, warning him of what was to come. He slid back and started to plunge as deeply as that young body would allow, managing to slide the vast majority of his cock into her before her spasming, vice-like clenching effectively pushed him out, forcing him to withdraw. With each knee-trembling clench Siani felt discomfort, but it also satisfied that unbearable tingling, that yearning for him to go deeper despite her body's reactions. In his fervency to cum, he was happy to inadvertently satisfy her, but ultimately not for long.

With a sudden gasp and a restrained groan, followed by another, his thrusting slowed to a near-halt as he pushed and pressed upwards before quickly sliding back and thrusting again. He climaxed in an instant, his member twitching and throbbing within her as thick spurts of manly seed shot from the end of his humanoid member and shot deep into her pussy, coating her inner walls before it trickled around his cock, smearing his subsequent little inch-long thrusts that stimulated his member and rubbed the sensitive end, causing him to both shudder and orgasm more strongly, shooting his load deeper. Siani shifted and arched her back, the heat making her feel strangely heavy and relaxed, and it spread a warm glow through her body that made her feel cosy, along with that relaxed sensation. She breathed a deep sigh and Emrys sluggishly leant forwards against her, his hands flexing against her hips before dragging upwards along her sides, passing over Altin's own briefly and quickly.

"That felt..." Siani mumbled, shifting subtly and reaching down a hand from Emrys's shoulder to feel the cocks inside her...or rather, one of them, at the front. They understood what she was thinking, perhaps even what she was feeling; she was, perhaps, completely enamoured with how thick and turgid they felt, how wonderful the pleasure was. There was a little twinge of delight at the thought of them satisfying her so easily and completely, enough to stir them again, one way or another. Altin certainly wasn't the type of person to stop at just one round, especially when he hadn't been able to tie with her in the ways he liked. He remained stiffly hard despite the fading orgasm washing through his body, and he instead felt the desire to fuck again...Emrys was much of the same, though he needed a bit more time.

With a grunt, the elk pulled back and he shuddered, delighting in the sensitivity of his cock a little bit, but eventually he withdrew almost entirely, sighing quietly from the feeling of it. He looked down between him and the young vixen girl to admire not only the rows of nipples, but also the puffy, needy pussy that remained delightfully swollen yet also visibly used, with a thin bead of off-white cum seeping from the entrance, trickling down her flesh towards her fur.

"Again," Altin growled, leaning upwards and hooking his arm around the girl's front, near her stomach. "I'll make it fit this time, I swear."

"I-It kind of hurts..." Siani complained, making Altin grunt in a mixture of frustration and dismissal, but he relented. He shifted when Siani began to move, her legs bending to find purchase near the bed so she could raise herself up, and a growl escaped the coyote when the flesh clung tightly to his twitching canine-shaped cock and knot. It was clear the thick, bulbous base didn't want to come out, and for a few moments Siani was unable to pull herself off him, her muscles squeezing too tight. She quickly learned to relax, and tried to push her ass muscles outwards as she lifted until, with a squelch and a cry of mixed pain and pleasure from her muzzle, it slipped from her. When she was free, she rolled to the side and groaned, flopping onto her back on the bed and stretching her legs out. She needed a moment to recuperate, that much was obvious, and whilst Emrys was receptive to the thought, Altin was impatient. He rolled to the side to admire her, his gaze trailing from her chest down her body to that used pussy, hungry to get to taste it for himself...sadly, he knew Emrys was right; tying with her so young would likely hurt a lot. She'd need stretching out first, one way or another. Altin laid on his back next to her, his cock stiffly twitching against his stomach, satisfied yet not; he would have liked to remain tied for longer, for a canine's orgasm tended to be plentiful and long, but there was no chance of that now.

Emrys moved to sit on the bed next to him, rolling his head back and spreading out his own legs to provide some comfort to his knees that had been scraping against the harsh floor, before an idea came to his mind. He grinned at the thought and turned his head, glancing down at the two of them.

"I've got an idea or two," Emrys began. "Wanna switch things up a bit, Altin?"

"What did you have in mind?" The coyote asked, propping himself up with a hand. Siani had been staring at the ceiling the entire time, but turned his head to look between them as they spoke, mostly greeted by Altin's entirely clothed body. The fact he was still mostly dressed with both funny and also indicative of how spontaneous and quick their sex had been...she still couldn't believe that both of them had been inside her just moments ago. The coyote slowly started to sit up as Emrys moved a hand out to touch Siani again, stroking her stomach and up to her chest; the sensation of being touched was nice, and Siani relaxed into what felt like a mostly intimate groping, with hints of desire therein. Altin dragged himself to his feet at the same time and sluggishly moved across the room, his twitching cock bobbing and swinging with each movement as he peeled off the rest of his shirt and threw it to the side, undressing himself completely with slow and methodical movements. Siani was surprised his member wasn't going down, but she ultimately knew very little about how his cock worked-- today was the first time she'd seen one. Unbeknownst to her, his cock would likely stay like that for some time.

Siani laid there for a while and let herself be tenderly stroked and ruffled by Emrys's explorative hands whilst Altin undressed, and the elk inevitably pulled back when the coyote returned to the bed, now completely and utterly naked. Siani got a minute to take a look at him; unlike Emrys, he was a little more slender, mostly on account of being a mage, and he was a bit shorter too...but that didn't mean he wasn't handsome, at least to her. He had an averageness about him that was appealing. Her gaze lingered for a little bit and the coyote mix noticed her stares, before Emrys slipped a hand under her and gently coaxed her to roll. She obliged, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious.

"Is it my turn now, then?" Altin asked with something of an immature grunt, and Emrys scoffed in response as he got Siani to lay on her front, before whispering to her to rise. Siani obeyed, nervously pulling herself up onto all fours on the bed, with her knees narrowly balanced on the edge and her paws hanging off the side.

"Are you kidding?" Emrys pointedly remarked. "You'll hurt her. Best we train her up first, don't you think?"

"D...Don't I get a say?" Siani chuckled and she felt her muzzle curl into something of a pout, unable to stop herself feeling a little entitled...but in that moment she felt strangely meek, especially after being so vigorously fucked. Her body still ached, to the point where her legs shook; she wasn't sure if she was truly prepared for a second round. In the end, however, it seemed like it wasn't up to her; both men were eager for more, and as they moved around the bed, it became clear they had plans in mind.

"Take her front." Emrys suggested. "It'll give her some practice...just relax, Siani. You did really great last time."

"I did...?" She couldn't deny the praise felt nice, but she remained apprehensive; nice as it was, she couldn't help but be nervous about what they wanted to do. A hand pressed to her back and down to her ass, fingers trailing and squeezing one of her cheeks as Altin moved around the bed, stepping into view in front of her and greeting her once again to the sight of his cock, glistening in the dim candlelight. To her surprise, he scooted up onto the bed on his knees, shuffling forward the small distance between her hands and the edge of the bed until his cock swung mere inches from her muzzle. Altin had to squat a bit to match her height, but when Siani came face to face with his cock, she became aware of just how large he was; she was certain that just the thick knot alone was wider than her mouth, though that was perfect an exaggeration. Behind her, she felt the turgid mass of Emrys's cock pressing and smearing its sticky tip across her furred backside before he dragged it upwards between her cheeks, grunting with satisfaction as he lined it up towards the small of her back before dragging down, trailing until the head threatened to slip between her young cheeks.

"Just like last time," Emrys huffed quietly. "You ready?"

"U-Um, I suppose so..." Siani mumbled awkwardly, glancing over her shoulder at him before looking before in front of her, affixing her gaze to the Altin's member again. She watched it swing up and down before her for a moment or two before the coyote impatiently shifted his body forwards, nudging and pressing the tapering end of his cock towards her muzzle in an effort to coax her to open up. She frankly didn't need much teasing or coercing, and she parted her muzzle readily, letting his cock slide along the length of her tongue. Altin sighed in a mixture of bliss and satisfaction as he pushed forwards, unceremoniously sliding his hips until the end of his member pushed towards her throat. There, she immediately let out a noise of complaint and pulled back, more or less showing her inexperience in just about every aspect; she had no idea how to please a man orally, and she hadn't the throat for it, either.

"Try again," Altin urged, almost impatiently. "Just roll your tongue around a bit, you're doing great..."

She peered up at him and looked back down at his member before obliging once more, gingerly opening her mouth a little wider and closing her eyes as the man slid his member into her again, pushing along her tongue until he groaned with delight at the feeling of the back of her throat massaging the end of his member. Siani did everything in her power to not gag, but her focus in an instant shifted from the coyote's cock to Emrys behind her, for his member slid back and pushed, pressing not to her pussy, but to her stretched, used ass. Of both holes, he chose the one that honestly hurt the most, but Emrys's entry was easier than Altin's own, for the mixture of pre-seed, cum and oil made his entry slippery and wet and delightfully smooth. In just a single thrust he managed to slip half of his cock into her; he was at least noticeably bigger than Altin, enough for her to feel the extra girth and discomfort, but it didn't really matter how much bigger or smaller he was, for the discomfort was there all the same.

"That's it," Emrys murmured, loud enough for her to hear. "Just relax, Siani."

She did as she was told, though part of her wanted to retort and pout. To say she was uncomfortable was an understatement, but it wasn't because of the man she was 'mating', it was the fact of her position, her tired body teetering awkwardly on all fours, that made things difficult. She endured, however, and her efforts were rewarded with quiet and gentle groans from the men's mouths, Emrys moreso than Altin. The coyote in front of her slowly yet carefully rocked his hips back and forth against her muzzle in a way that had his cock gliding across her tongue and nudging ever so slightly with the back of her throat, enough to apply pressure to the end of his cock but not nearly enough to threaten her to gag. The pre-cum that oozed out, however, she had to frequently swallow lest she accidentally cough, but of all difficulties it was the least impactful, from what Altin could see at least, as she had no complaints. They both listened to her little grunts that indicated her mixed enjoyment and awkwardness, and the elk could tell from the way her stretched behind still squeezed with all the tightness of a virgin female that she still needed some time to adjust. Unlike Altin, who was 10 years his junior, Emrys was a little more level-headed and was going to be sure to give her time. In that respect, his movements were slow and methodical, his tug back agonisingly slow so he could both admire the way her ass clung to his cock, in the way it has to Altin's own as well as help Siani to take it better.

As Emrys inevitably eased into careful yet lustful thrusts, Altin did much of the same; the coyote started to pump his hips more vigorously, huffing his delight as the warm and slippery feeling of that young tongue rolled around his cock, and at Altin's request she tried to move her tongue around him, but it wasn't nearly as dexterous, nor as easy, as she was hoping. His cock was sizeable, enough for her to struggle to manoeuvre her tongue around it, but she did her best to manage nonetheless, forcing her appendage to twist and wrap around his pistoning cock. At the same time, Emrys slowly started to pick up speed, thrusting his hips with a slightly greater gusto that started to make the sounds of their anal sex wet and sloppy; though, it was sloppy anyway, considering that someone had already 'used' that hole before. With each thrust he could feel himself managing to get deeper, pushing inch after inch until he could feel the entirety of his cock getting milked and stroked by her spasming, squeezing hole, each gentle and careful slide of his hips kissing his pelvis to her soft, inviting cheeks. He grunted with every other thrust, his hands gripping firmly to her hips to gently pull her towards his dick each time he pressed his body forwards, providing just a little bit more force to each thrust.

"Fuck--" Emrys sucked in a breath and started to move a little faster as Altin reached out, putting a hand between Siani's ears and gently coaxing her further down on his cock, threatening to slide his knotted dick further. The men's moans of passion grew more fervent and pronounced rather quickly, but of the two it was the younger who vocalised his passion more, who revelled in the pleasure of the female's tongue and quivered in the growing anticipation of his second orgasm. Emrys was getting close, of that Siani was relatively certain, gauging herself mostly on his moans from before, and she made sure to keep her mouth wide and her tongue agile, instinctively knowing it probably wouldn't feel good to have sharp teeth on a rapidly thrusting member. Altin's moans became heavier, faster, until he lapsed into sharp and animalistic grunts of passion, his swollen knot pressing and slapping lightly against her muzzle with each thrust. He was about to cum, she knew it.

The sensitivity in Altin's cock reached its inevitable peak and moments later his knot started to swell, though only a little bit, from what Siani could see. To Altin, however, it was an unbearable feeling-- the desperate desire to both thrust and stop wrestled within him until one eventually won out, but by that point it was too late; with a gasp and a final agonising groan, he pushed forwards and probed his cock to the back of her throat, his member pulsing powerfully for just a handful of moments before spurting and shooting load after load down her throat. She did her best to swallow, straining to gulp down what she could, but she couldn't take it all and some eventually bubbled up, pooling out the sides of her mouth as she quietly coughed. With each strain of her body to cough up the load that she couldn't swallow, her body tensed and flexed, every muscle clenching as her pussy quivered and visibly throbbed from the way Emrys's cock stimulated her from the inside. He thrust with tenuous lust, his breathing becoming more erratic and laboured, his thrusts quickened at a pace that had most of his cock, though not all of it, pumping back and forth barely 1 or 2 inches at a time as he opted for speed over a full-length 'massage'. 

Siani let out a sound from around Altin's cock that warned him to slide back, and despite his hesitance he did so, closing his eyes to bea with the sensitivity of her tongue against his dick as he pulled back, met with a lingering sense of dissatisfaction from not being able to tie. When free, Siani hung her head and gasped, letting the cum ooze from her mouth before she found her bearings enough to swallow. When her throat was clear she moaned, curling her fingers against the covers as her body trembled from the sensations rushing through her; she never thought she'd get this kind of stimulation from having something put in her ass, but it was oddly familiar to that feeling of deep craving she got when Emrys touched her so pleasantly. For a handful of moments the discomfort ebbed and gave way to indescribable pleasure akin to what she had already felt that night, and with a guttural groan she came once more, and Emrys was not far behind.

He huffed shortly after her noises of release and he plunged forth, relishing in the spasmic clamping of her hole, her entire body flexing in waves in conjunction with her climax and stroking his cock from the inside. He pressed into the deepest recesses of her and let out haughty, seedy groans at the intermingling feeling of fullness, tension and the slippery wetness gliding along his cock until, finally, his overworked cock reached a second release. He orgasmed inside her with a quiet yet potent passion, his seed mixing with Altin's own and forming a lewdful concoction inside her, but to Siani the sensation was all the same; it was something she'd have imprinted on her mind for the months and potentially even years to come, for no-one else could have such an experience with their first time.

Their bodies hummed in the aftermath of their second orgasms and Siani was left spent yet wanting; she wanted more, but her body wouldn't allow it. Even in that knelt position her arms shook, begging for rest, and from the sounds of the two men's panting bodies, they too were just about ready to rest as well. The elk, always the more experienced of the bunch, sensed her fatigue and slowly withdrew, taking care not to yank himself out of her so that she didn't feel as much discomfort, and when he pulled out entirely he couldn't help but to look down and quietly admire the sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock and her stretched, perhaps even gaping underage hole, freshly used. God knows how long it might take to get back to its original tightness-- or if they'd even give her the chance, ultimately-- but it mattered little. The two men watched as Siani flopped to her side on the bed, the wooden frame creaking from the impact of her weight. She groaned, in a way she might when waking up early in the morning. Her tone was heavy with fatigue and she could barely move her body.

"Quite exciting for a first time, huh?" Altin beamed and reached down to grab behind the base of his knot, waggling it up and down. Emrys couldn't help but roll his eyes; the canine was cocky, and his bravado and ego clearly shrouded whatever common sense he might have in these situations, though the elk couldn't help but hum his agreement. Siani could have had 'first times' that were much worse-- smug as it might have been to think, but she had been in good hands.

"Rest for now, kit." Emrys soothed, reaching out to tuck his hands up under her arms, moving her across the bed and up towards the pillow, so she could rest more comfortably. Her eyelids were already drooping, but she was still perfectly coherent, at least from the way her gaze darted to Emrys and Altin, then back again.

"It's not going to always hurt, is it?" She asked it so innocently that, for a moment, Emrys was taken aback.

"No," Altin scoffed. "Well...maybe for a while."

"Regrettably so," Emrys agreed, grimacing a little. "But trust us when we say that it'll get better with time...and it felt good, didn't it? Helped to satify you?"

"Hmm..." She could see the hopefulness in his gaze. "It did feel good...it hurt a lot, but it felt good. There was a rushing feeling, like a wave washing over me...kind of like when you taught me to use magic for the first time, Altin."

"It's similar, I would say," Altin sobered slightly to agree with her, somehow managing to deflate his ego enough to not completely smother her with his typical arrogance. "But this is stronger, more intense...yet unfortunately, just as fleeting, if not more."

"If you're willing..." Emrys continued, unable to truly relate. "We can try it again when you're feeling more rested. Perhaps there's ways you can feel just as good that might not hurt so much."

"...Okay," She agreed, after some pause. "But you owe me for making it hurt."

"Fine." The elk shifted and lifted his legs up, sliding his naked body into the bed beside her, and Altin followed suit, wanting to sandwich the young vixen between them. With their heads up to the pillows-- though Emrys was propped up on an elbow-- the girl's body wasn't even as long as theirs, and her paws nudged awkwardly with their knees as she laid on her back.

"I want lots of meat for breakfast." She demanded, her tone clipped, deliberately inclined to 'elegance', though they knew it to be her acting 'snotty', as she called it.

"Of course, your majesty." Altin teased, making her giggle. Her delicate laughter filled the room for a moment before she continued.

"And lots of sauce, too. I want it smothered."

"Quite the heavy meal for travel." Emrys pointed out.

"We're travelling tomorrow?" She groaned her protest. "But I'll be so tired."

"We can stay for one day, can't we, Emrys?" Altin half-begged, half-laughed. Siani turned her head towards him and looked up at him with her lidded eyes, making a sort of whining sound. Altin played along, folding his ears back and whining at the same time. The elk regarded them with a dry stare, deadpan, before he snorted through his thick nostrils.

"Fine. One day," He urged as they giggled their triumph. "But after that, we're on the road. We've still a few days to the city."

"Maybe we can...do more of this." Siani inferred it as a statement, but it was more like a question. Emrys shifted, moving to lay on his front, his antlers making it impossible to sleep on his side. His antler narrowly missed Siani's head, but nudged her ear. Altin moved to lay more down on his side, grunting as he adjusted.

"If you like," Emrys murmured, a smile playing on his lips. "We'd very much like to. Now, sleep. You'll have your meat on the morrow, and then some."

The candlelight flickered as, with a wave of his hand, Altin snuffed it out with a tiny gust of air. Darkness filled the room, and with it came dreams...heavy, lewd-driven dreams full of debauchery, cries of passion, and two men with their favourite female.