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Story by me.
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Patrick Highclaw was honestly quite excited, though he did his best to keep his composure. Hide Lanoro had honestly brought much needed happiness and variety to his life, even if it started in an unconventional way. Her presence coerced him into indulging in a few of his neglected hobbies and even sharing them with her, to which she shared some of her own with him. This also led to her choosing to invite him along to some social gatherings, the current one she was helping him prepare for being a party in celebration of Hunter’s Night, technically a three night celebration. While he normally would take on extra work time during the event, he found that his friendship gave him a reason to participate.
Wearing a casual white shirt and light brown shorts, he traveled the now familiar walking route to the building Hide was currently residing in, the evening glow of the sun making for pleasing soft gold tint to most things. His excitement put a slight spring in his step, though he was straining to not be hopping and skipping to her place. He tried to focus on reciting to himself the origin of Hunter’s Night to somewhat distract him.
In ages past, as the seasons began to become colder, the plants in northern regions would start to hibernate, dropping their leaves and providing little nourishment. As a result, herbivores had to graze relentlessly to put on extra weight to make it through the tough winter months. Sadly, this meant that the carnivores had to do the same and hunting escalated dramatically. This led to an accidental discovery as some herbivores would try to hide through camouflage, but in some cases, the camouflage would make the herbivore look like a much more terrifying predator or unknown creature, scaring the actual predator away. This also could scare other herbivores away who’d abandon their food to save their lives. As time continued on and culture shifted, the event was repeated for fun instead of necessity and in places where the seasons hardly cooled; adults and children would dress up in wild costumes and travel around to “scare” their neighbors, who would dole out treats to the visitors. It was the theropods who began hosting parties where the most elaborate costumes would get the most attention, and this caught on outside of their species soon enough. One such party gathering was where Hide intended to take Pat and while he had a costume idea, once he mentioned it to Hide, she insisted she take care of everything involving it, so long as he arrived at her place on the first night.
By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, he found himself inside the building she was staying at and specifically, outside the door to Hide’s exclusive room. He gave two polite knocks before he heard some rattling of latches and locks and the door swung open, but it wasn’t Hide who opened it, rather he was greeted by the somewhat stoic face of a Parasaurolophus woman he didn’t recognize.
“Ah perfect, bring him in.” he heard Hide’s voice call out. With a nod, the Parasaurolophus invited him into the room, shutting the door behind him and walking back over to Hide, allowing him to see Hide preparing for the party by way of having two more dinosaurs assist; a Corythosaurus, and an Oviraptor. Hide was currently standing still, completely naked, while the three were carefully painting Hide’s body an exotic mixture of light and dark blues in a somewhat irregular pattern. Her face was mostly stoic, but she let part of a smile creep onto her lips, which drew extra attention as she was wearing special tooth caps that made her look to have large fangs. Pat blinked several times as the three ladies stepped away from her as they finished painting her body and even though the costume was incomplete he could tell who she was dressing up as.
“Vertigo?” he said, with a fair bit of surprise in his voice. She gave a full smile at that.
“Why so surprised? I assumed you would have had an idea of what I was planning after the last few times you spent the night.
“Well, I mean, I was certainly surprised you liked to play games like that… much less that you were so good at them.” he said, which earned a small chuckle from her.
“Wait until you see the full costume. Now undress so these ladies can do their job and dress you up as Talon.” she said, to which Pat smiled widely and nodded before removing his shirt, folding it up and then his pants and underpants. One of the ladies then produced a picture that, at a glance, Pat could see was a picture of the character he used the most in the same game he and Hide played. The other two looked it over before the Parasaur motioned for Pat to turn his back to them and stand on a rather large and thick cloth, which he complied in doing. The trio walked around him and muttered a few terms about paints and colors before he felt his head feathers get tied in a thin band at the base before he could hear one of them running some sort of dye over them, stroking her hands along them from base to tip. Pat was then instructed to close his eyes and keep his lips closed, which he obeyed and then felt two tubes being gently inserted into his nostrils. He was a little confused until he felt a rather intense cool sensation wash over his face as what felt like a large brush swept over him, giving a sensation that would have made him feel like he was going to suffocate, but the tubes in his nose allowed for clear breathing. The intense sensation was repeated and was done all down his back, then along his tail and arms and legs. This was followed with a very warm sensation and the whirring of a motor as a hand held blow dryer was used to solidify the paint. The heavy coating eventually ceased and the tubes were pulled from his nose as he was told he could open his eyes, and other than a brief moment of sticking, he could see fine and saw his body was covered in a very orange red coloration. He then jumped a moment as he felt the cool sensation beginning to brush under his tail, at which point he heard Hide’s voice.
“They are going to paint every bit of you, so i’d suggest you just make it easier for them to do their job.” Pat recalled his brief view of Hide and noted that, yes, every part of her was painted, including her loins. Swallowing down his embarrassment, he leaned over and stepped his legs apart, raising his tail into the air, and with a professional speed, they continued to paint the underside of his tail right up to his rump, then they continued to paint between his cheeks, over his hole, his taint, and even the back of his sack. All of it was followed by the warm comforting air of the dryer and soon enough, it was finished.
His front was next and he was instantly met with the Corythosaurus using a large brush to paint him from chin, down his neck, and to his loins in a white paint before drying it. The Parasaurolophus then pulled over a cushioned stool and had Pat sit upon it, which he quickly did and felt a lot of relief in doing so, though he noted that he expected his rump to stick to the material due to the paint, but found that it really didn’t feel any different than normal.
Pat then felt a cool sensation touch his tail tip as one of the ladies was now using a brush to slowly paint the stripe patterning. It slightly tickled but not extremely so as he could keep himself still. He did note that every time she finished one of the stripes, she used a handheld blow dryer to ensure the paint didn’t run or smudge before she moved to the next stripe. The one part that made him jump slightly was the Oviraptor who was in front of him as she went about painting his feet and claws a shade of gray and white. This he could watch easily and was rather surprised at how in depth she was doing her job; painting the undersides of his claws and around the bases, in between his toes, and even the soles of his feet, all followed with her own blow drying machine. He watched her complete one foot, then slowly do the same on his other foot before she switched to the black paint to make the stripes along his legs. He sagged his legs apart for her to have more room and she soon was using it as she leaned from side to side, ensuring the patterning was correct. Pat did, however, react in a way he wasn’t really expecting as he watched the rather shapely lady do her work between his legs. The warmth of her dryer on his thighs wasn’t doing him any favors and soon nature beat out any “civil” mask he was wearing as his very exposed maleness soon began plumping up. He held still to try and not notice it, but when he was about half hard, she bumped into it, but paid it no mind. He swallowed and tried not to burn up in embarrassment as he focused on the sensations on his tail and onto his back, but still the dryer on his legs made him look down again, seeing her finish up the final stripe on his legs. He nearly sighed in relief as she stood back up, but she made brief eye contact with him and gave him a coy wink and a smile before she walked around behind him, which earned him another firm swallow. A swallow that was premature as she returned in front of him with more white paint as she knelt in front of him and stared directly at his shaft. He really didn’t know what she was doing until he noted that, as he was growing erect, his shaft was stretching his skin and exposing areas that the paint didn’t reach. Using a smaller brush, she began painting the cool liquid along his hardening shaft, covering up any place that had been missed, which in turn made him grow harder and harder. This was compounded when she used the dryer and a pleasing warmth flooded his loins directly, eventually leading to him reaching full mast. He’d never been nude and at full mast in front of any female without the intention of having sex with her, but he kept reminding himself that this was part of the costume… Why such detail, he wasn’t sure yet, but he focused on the professional aspect. That is, until the Oviraptor firmly grasped his shaft and gave a single slow stroke, making the skin roll down and earning a firm throb before she painted the last few areas of his shaft, followed by drying it. By the end of it, he was rock hard and even a bead of prefluid was at the tip as she let go. He slowly breathed to get himself under control, but she made eye contact with him one more time and raised her eyebrows a couple times in a quick motion before she stood up and walked behind him.
He wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or frustrated that she stopped, but that was the last bit of stimulation on his loins and, after a few minutes,he soon shrunk back down as he focused on the painting now going up his back. He felt the band on his feathers get removed and a slight bit more dye applied followed by a blow dryer.
“Please close your eyes.” the Corythosaur said, to which Pat obeyed, and he soon felt them painting along his neck and face, notably painting around and over his eyelids. He felt them paint, dry, and then pull on his skin to paint the areas the wrinkles hid before finally finishing with a wave of warm air on his nose.
“Okay, the paint is dry. You will look like this for about three days before it slowly fades.” the Oviraptor stated. Pat blinked.
“Three days?” he said, perhaps a bit louder than he meant to as he looked down at his painted body and stood up. Hide interjected before any of the artists could say anything.
“Of course. You think I’d get full body paint that could easily smudge off if someone so much as brushes by you?” Pat turned and was rather stunned to see Hide in her full costume; Her body was painted primarily light blue with irregular yet beautiful patches of dark blue. She wore a strap-on hood like that of a snake with the only indication that it wasn’t really a part of her body being the band on her neck. Her smile was framed with her giant fangs and on her body she wore a white top that carried her breasts in two vertical straps that tied behind her neck, only barely hiding her areola and letting them bob side to side freely while her loins were only barely obscured with a matching white loincloth. The entire outfit was capped off by the large staff she placed on the floor at her side, as tall as her shoulder, solid gold in color, and given the design of a hooded snake with emerald eyes coiled around a rod of gold. She was a spitting image of the fictional sorceress of Insanity, ignoring that she was quite a bit more plush, but that only made her appeal more to him. He had to blink a few times before he received a tap on the shoulder from the Oviraptor before she handed him the clothing that Talon wore, and he now had an idea of why Hide wanted the two of them dressed this way, as he forgot that Talon, being the embodiment of Survival, only wore the bare essentials. That is, to say, a far too snug set of tan “briefs'' that only barely covered his own loins and provided so much bulge that there was nothing left to the imagination. He sighed and pulled them on, feeling the rings disguised as stones on his hips that kept the piece of fabric together, and surprisingly, felt how the cloth looked to be flimsy, but was in fact rather elastic and held rather firmly to his body. Even as he stepped his legs apart, did high steps in place, and squatted, nothing slipped free. Still he could feel how snug the garment was and how much he jiggled and swayed in it.
“I hope the party isn’t going to be asking too much from us moving around.” he said, somewhat concerned before one of the ladies pulled over a large freestanding mirror and Pat could fully see himself; orange skin with a white belly covered in black stripes from head to tail and with a plume of white feathers on his head and white coloration on his feet. He tried taking the familiar fighting pose of the character with his hand claws at the ready and a snarl on his face and, for a moment, he didn’t see himself, just the character. Hide soon stepped up next to him and took a similar pose with her staff in hand and his worries were rather quashed.
“We will mostly be giving a pose for those who want to take a picture, as well as enjoying the buffet. Nothing too arduous that should give you any reason to worry about wardrobe malfunctions.” she said before he felt her tail give his ass a playful slap. “Unless you give me a reason to make it happen.” she said with a smirk that Pat had seen a few times and couldn’t quite figure out if she was only teasing him or tempting fate. For the time being, he trusted the idea that she was just teasing him.
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The party they were heading to was only about a block away from where Hide was currently staying, so walking there was no issue for the two of them. Doing so let Pat see that the painting process the ladies had done didn’t take all that long, perhaps an hour at most as the sky still had an orange tint to it despite it still being darker. Pat’s thoughts turned to how he felt at the moment and he was a little… out of his element? He never really wandered about in such little clothing and even his rarely used swimming trunks were not as skimpy as these bottoms. The air exposure combined with how comfortably snug the bottoms were provoked an unwarranted stiffening of his loins, causing him to slightly fall behind Hide’s walking pace. He took a breath and tried to focus on what was going on around him. He noted that they weren’t the only ones out, much less in costume as many youngsters were in full costumes, some more elaborate than others, and it made him realize how having three nights for the celebration was rather handy as the eager youngsters could primarily participate on the first night while the older adults would wait until the second and third nights. This made him feel somewhat better, but as he focused his eyes forward, the sight before him made everything difficult again. Hide’s shapely form took firm step after step, the lack of clothing making every jiggle and flex of her body on full display as her thick tail gently swayed and twirled behind her. The patterning of the body paint only added to the exotic show, which wasn’t helping his hardening issue. Thankfully they soon reached the building the party was being held at; a building that was used for various social gatherings through the year with no true set interior design beyond a primarily large and empty main room. As they drew closer to the building, Pat saw an older Carcharodontosaurus lady standing by the door, and when he saw her outfit consisting of a rather formal guard uniform and her fairly ample muscular frame, realized she was something of an ID check for the party. Pat suddenly realized he didn’t have any sort of ID with him and Hide wasn’t carrying her handbag, so he fully expected to be turned away. However, as they stepped up and the guard raised her hand and gave a soft smile as she waited for some ID clearance, Hide reached into her barely covering top over her left breast and pulled out a pair of tickets. Upon handing them to the guard, said guard eyed them, tore them in half, and handed the stubs back to Hide.
“Enjoy your night, you two. Love the costumes.” she said in a rather cheerful tone. Hide gave a polite closed mouth smile and nod while Pat gave a similar smile as they stepped into the building.
The interior of the building was quite expansive, easily the size of a gymnasium. There were tables with various snack foods and drinks spread along the far walls, some given “creepy” or “gruesome” themes, such as a platter of berries being listed as “eyeballs”. Near the back of the room was what looked like a makeshift stage consisting of some wood flooring and a curtain as a backdrop that would change color thanks to the lighting used behind it. A fair few folks were wandering about and socializing, wearing every manner of costume from elaborate ones with many props, to simple ones. In fact, some of them were on the stage acting out scenes from movies, stories, or games. As Pat continued to look around, he noted some folks were wearing even less than he was; a Lambeosaurus male sporting what amounted to a jock strap was walking around and only when Pat recognized the pattern on it did he realize what pseudo macho character he was “dressed” as. This comforted Pat as he knew he wouldn’t stick out for that specific reason, but many of the females wore very little as well, some wearing unitard outfits with no shoulder straps and tight loins, exposing ample bust and rump. Pat took a breath and decided that it would be best to just wander around, enjoy some snack food, and spend some time with Hide. On that note though, Pat noticed that Hide had seemed to get more and more in character; she was deliberately wriggling her tail around and even moved her head with twisting, bobbing movements as she walked. It only made her jiggle even more and Pat was finding it hard to… not be hard.
As the night progressed, Pat and Hide sampled some of the snacks and posed for some folks to take pictures of them as they idly discussed some of the costumes they saw, but Pat noticed that Hide seemed to press close to him now and then, using an arm or her tail to squeeze him close to her hip for a moment, an action he would return by giving her a kind hug at the hips without putting too much thought into it, until it was evident that she was doing it more frequently the longer they were there. During one such hug, Hide spoke.
“Let’s put on a little show on the stage.” she suggested. Pat looked up at her as he thought about it.
“What would you want to do?” he asked.
“We could enact some banter from the game then have ourselves a little play fight. I’m certain it would get quite the approval from the folks here.” she said, her face having a very notable and eager smirk on it.
“Are you sure?” Pat questioned. “I’m sure you can do the moves Vertigo can, but a lot of Talon’s moves involve climbing up his larger foes.” he said, to which Hide only smirked again before she gripped his wrist and slid his hand up her leg until it was resting firmly on her butt cheek.
“You didn’t have any issue climbing up my body before.” she said, which made the memories of their first encounter hit him and a very light flush hit his cheeks. With no further discussion, Hide made for the stage area with Pat following close behind. A couple people were chatting idly on the stage but when Pat and Hide took their positions opposing one another, they noticed that someone was going to start acting and quickly moved off of it. Hide’s body took on even more of that characteristic sway, and to match that, Pat hunched forward with his claws at the ready.
“Flee, you worthless runt!” she said loudly, the statement alone cutting a lot of the nearby idle chatter down and catching attention. “The land of The Strip is mine to command!” Pat softly cleared his voice and focused on Hide.
“This is the land of my family and people! Using all my strength, I will send you back to The Tomb from which you came!” He quoted from memory as he and Hide stepped closer. He noticed that a fair few eyes were on them now and someone behind the curtain even altered the colors to give it a gray and brown color. Hide started things off with a lash from her tail that snapped rather close to his head but didn’t actually hit him, but he reacted as if it did, snapping his head to the side before he trotted up quickly to her. She knew what he was going to do and he saw her body brace and flex as he grabbed her legs and rather quickly hefted himself up her body, scaling her frame until his feet were braced on her hips and she was made to look up at him. He made three mock slashing strokes with his hands, but as he did so, he couldn’t help but notice that his positioning had pressed her bust between his thighs and that they were warmly cradling his already half hard bulge, the mock strikes and her reaction to them making them jiggle pleasingly. She compounded this by giving him a knowing smirk and wink before he hopped backwards off of her and back onto the stage, the move getting a fair few claps from the watching audience.
The fight continued and much of it was various mock fisticuffs of claw slashing, kicking, and tail whips. All the while, Hide seemed to begin breathing harder, which made Pat wonder if she was okay. He knew from experience that she normally had much more stamina and this little bit of playing around shouldn’t be burning her out, though other than her breathing and a very light sweat forming on her, she wasn’t any slower. Pat ran to her and did another of the climbing attacks, scaling her once more with his feet braced to her hips and her bust cupping his irritatingly hard bulge. He went for the Jugular Bite, latching his mouth around her throat, but he used his lips instead of his teeth. He paused, however, because he could have sworn that she let out an ever so soft groan. This made him hold the pose a bit longer than he intended and, realizing this, he pulled his lips off her with an audible pop before hopping back off her, to the clapping of many members watching, including one theropod fellow who was wearing only some rags and who Pat only just realized was apparently cosplaying as a follower to Talon from the same game. He didn’t have much time to think about that as Hide suddenly lashed her tail along the floor, giving his ankle a light smack and Pat internally winced. He HATED this move! It was how she kept catching him off guard. Playing into the move, however, he felt her tail curl on his ankle and give a soft yank, to which he acted as if she had actually grabbed him by the foot and dragged him across the stage to be directly in front of her, now dazed and open to whatever she was going to do to him.
Hide however caught him much more off guard as she suddenly used her staff to rather firmly sweep Pat’s legs out from under him. This was NOT in the game and not something he was expecting as his back suddenly hit the floor with a firm slap. He blinked a few times to get his bearings, but only saw Hide looking down at him with a heated expression on her face, and only now did ne see from this angle that the small bits of fabric of her loincloth had been the only thing hiding the fact that she’d been wearing nothing under it, a glimmering sheen of arousal covered her painted vagina and he now was getting why she was so amped up. She suddenly stepped over his hips and with a deftness Pat never expected, she used her toes to pull the fabric off of his shaft and to the side, exposing it to the open air as it pointed straight up at her. The audience didn’t seem to notice though and a fragment of Pat’s mind could only guess that her massive pillar-like legs were obscuring it.
“If you will not leave, then I will make you submit!” she suddenly said as she raised up her staff in both hands before she squatted down over him. He raised his hands up to block the staff on reflex, but she wasn’t pressing down too hard on it and it wasn’t very heavy. However his teeth grit and his eyes went wide as he both felt and saw the head of his shaft being nudged between her sopping lips; he went to move and as soon as he did, she suddenly did press down on the staff, making him have to focus on pushing it back lest she actually smash him to the floor. She slid herself down to one knee yet somehow continued to make the elaborate snakelike movements over him, making her hips wiggle and roll on him, his shaft head cradled and moistened between her eager lips. She suddenly pushed more firmly on the staff and when she did, she sank smoothly down his shaft, slowly pushing every inch into her hot, sopping, twitching insides. Pat had been with her enough to know she was usually only like this when she was especially turned on, and knew there was no point in resisting her. Still, he pushed back on the staff and when he did, she raised herself off of him a bit, before she pressed back on the staff, sinking back down again, much to both of their pleasure. The crowd seemed to be rather raptly attentive as this back and forth continued with little cheers and jeers stating if they wanted to have Hide win or if Pat was to make a comeback, but the two involved could really only focus on the less obvious back and forth as she smoothly and sloppily rode him in front of everyone, an incredibly glossy sheen along his shaft and her parted lips as strings of her fluids stretched between their hips. Pat could feel her insides tensing up and looking up at her form, jiggling in all the right places and with the skimpy attire, it was impossible to deny that, yes, all of this was oddly and wildly erotic and pushed him ever closer to climax.
“Submit yourself! Insanity shall rule over all mortals!” she said, surprisingly in character despite the beads of sweat and the soft flushing of her face even through the paint. Pat tried to focus, but the avalanche of sensations and the buildup of his impending climax was making it difficult to remember how his character spoke.
“N-Never! Mortals will fight for survival in even the t-tightest of encounters!” he said, stammering through his words. At that, Hide pressed down on the staff again and suddenly made three hard thrusts with her hips before she leaned over Pat and gave a devilish grin as she kept him deep inside of her. It took only a moment, but he saw her bust swaying in her top, her nipples making threats to rip through the fabric from how stiff they were, he saw her belly give several rippling quivers, and felt a warmth spreading around his snugly grasped shaft, and it all was too much. Despite trying to hold back, it only made the release more powerful as he felt that tightly coiled fireball in his gut race between his legs before being ejected out of his shaft in hard, powerful throbs. He saw only a slight change in her expression, her eyes growing slightly wider as she gently shivered before her own insides reacted to that pooling warmth by contracting in a rhythmic suckling action as her own climax drew every drop he had to give deep into her body. It was only a few moments that they held the position, but after he stopped throbbing inside of her, she suddenly took hold of the staff and pulled it out from between them before shouting.
“Enough! This encounter amused me, despite how futile it was.” she said as she slowly stood up, letting him slip out of her body. As soon as he did, he quickly rolled onto his side and pulled his undergarment over his loins, briefly wincing at the moist squish of her juices on the fabric, before he scrambled to his feet and the two faced each other once more. “I will face you on the Final Battlefield, and there I will claim dominion.” Pat was trying to catch his breath and think clearly before he got back into character.
“I fought you now and I will fight you there!” he said as Hide then took her normal casual stance and walked up to him taking his hand and turning to the crowd that had gathered before Pat got the idea and the two both gave a professional bow to those who gathered, the theropod in the robes in particular giving rather loud hoots of approval. Hide then led the two of them off the stage.
“So, want to take that Final Battle back to my place?” she said, making Pat look up at her for a moment to see that she was still flushed and not nearly satisfied, but was giving him the option to continue or not. With a smile he nodded up at her.
“Lead the way and I’ll follow.” he said as he chanced a squeeze of her butt cheek, which earned an ever so soft sound of approval from her throat.
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After Pat visited the restroom to somewhat clean himself off, he returned to Hide and the party. The night continued without nearly as many enthralling moments as before, though he had joined her in gripping and stroking her body at random intervals. This was punctuated by some photographers who wanted to take pictures of them in poses, notably where Pat had climbed her and “clawed” at her face. Hide was willing to continue doing it for the images, but Pat soon found it was because after they would snap the photo and walk off, she’d take a moment to squeeze her bust around his bulge, coaxing a pleased grunt from Pat. Eventually enough time had passed and the snacks and environment were not as interesting as when they arrived and the two decided to depart, though Pat had every intention of following Hide back to her place for the night.
Stepping outside of the building showed the sky to be fully darkened, the sun fully set, yet the sky was peppered with a vibrant display of stars in the mostly cloudless night, along with a nearly full moon that served to assist in illuminating the night. He spent his time walking behind Hide again and admiring her lovely shapely form, her painted pattern and color being quite enthralling in the moonlight. Soon enough, they returned to the building she was currently staying at and entered the elevator to her floor, the close proximity leading to her leaning against him as he hugged her leg and gave one of her cheeks a squeeze before the door opened and they continued down the hall to her room, of which he let her enter first.
After he stepped inside the room and locked up the door, he turned to look at her and saw her standing without the staff in the doorway to her bedroom, her hands on the doorframe as she wriggled seductively from side to side.
“It’s time for the final battle. Think you can take me now?” she playfully taunted. Her teasing had more than riled Pat back into the mood. Once she backed up from the doorway and vanished into the room, Pat quickly followed and soon found her standing on her spacious bed, her legs apart and arms at the ready. Pat hurried up onto the bed which would now serve as their playful wrestling mat. She tested him out slowly, reaching to grab him before he’d dart back slightly until he dashed at her. She braced and let him climb up her again, but before he could really do anything, he felt her hands grab his rump, pulling him off her chest and lifting him up higher, which made him more than a little concerned as he looked down at her face. She wore a devilish smile before she licked her lips and suddenly gave a lunging bite at his crotch, the prosthetic fangs digging into the material of his undergarment. He wriggled in tense worry, but her fangs hit no skin. She did, however, show how strong they were as she pulled her head back and pushed him away from her, and with a small metallic clicking sound, the fasteners to his bottoms gave way and she had pulled them completely off before nonchalantly spitting them out to the side, freeing his surprisingly erect shaft before she abruptly dropped him. He was disoriented for a moment as be bounced on his rump on the soft mattress, but after he climbed to his feet, he suddenly climbed right back up her body again, but this time he clamped his mouth on her throat, suckling his lips to her skin and gently running his teeth against her as he nipped at her and his hands braced on her shoulders. Hide let out a deep pleased hum, and soon Pat could feel her pressing her breasts together around his hard shaft. Now, with no interruptions, he had no issue rolling his hips into her comfortable yet firm cleavage. He pulled from her neck with a suckling pop, only to move his mouth to her jawline and nip her there before licking and placing a suckling kiss at that fake wound he made. She was certainly not opposed to it if the intensity of her squeezing his shaft was any indication, though when his shaft left her breasts, she was momentarily confused. He continued to climb up her body and actually was starting to climb over her shoulder, clinging to her and starting to crawl upside down. His lower half was still dangling over her shoulder, but his upper half was gripping along her back, and suddenly she felt something loosen on her and the entire top of her attire fell off, completely freeing her bust. She let out a small chuckle as he started to crawl down her back farther, and she smirked as, for a moment, his hard shaft was waving in front of her face. She took this moment to hold his hips still and give the length a slow lick from tip to base before she let him go about his very amusing adventure. Soon enough he was fully upside down on her back, clinging to her form with his claws. She was completely blind to what he was doing, but stood her legs apart as she had some idea. Sure enough, his hands found the clasps to her loincloth and he removed it, tossing it aside.She felt his lips trail along the base of her tail as her muscles flexed, raising it higher. This let him start to slide under her tail, soon hanging onto the muscular limb as if it was a large tree branch and soon, she felt his warm breath on her loins and waited to feel his tongue along her lips.
However, by the time Pat’s face was under her tail, aside from being upside down, he also was in total darkness as the pillars of her legs did a fantastic job of blotting out the light from the otherwise well lit room. Only knowing he was between her legs and feeling that intense core warmth of her insides against his lips, he slid out his tongue and gave her loins a slow lick. However, the response was not of a pleased moan, but a rather high pitched sudden squeak as Hide’s body grew incredibly tense as his tongue missed her lips and instead licked her hot butthole. As an unintentional reflex, her tail suddenly pressed down, of which Pat was completely hanging upside down onto, and her legs gave out as she suddenly and instantly sat down.
Hide took a moment to get over the somewhat uncomfortable sensation that made her clamp down, before she realized that she had just slammed her body down on Pat. There was a pregnant silence for several seconds before, dropping the roleplay, she suddenly stood up to find him flat on his back, arms and legs splayed. While Pat’s eyes were wide and dazed, the one part that still seemed quite energetic was his still throbbing shaft..
“Pat?! Are you all right?!” she asked, instantly worried that she had hurt him. Pat for his part coughed a couple times before he took a deep breath and looked up at her.
“I… think I licked the wrong spot.” he said, taking another breath before he gave a sheepish smile. Hide instantly relaxed and slowly knelt down over him.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked as she looked into his eyes before she gently rubbed her hands along his chest. “No sore spots?” Pat held still as she checked him out but soon he shook his head.
“No… doesn’t feel like it. Kinda just knocked the wind out of me.” he said before he chuckled. “Good thing this bed is so soft.” Hide finally chuckled in return, which grew into a more honest laugh, which Pat joined her for at the admittedly humorous situation. As the laughing trailed off, Hide chose to crawl on all fours off of him, moving over his head, but before she cleared his head, she suddenly felt his hands grab her right leg and she suddenly felt his mouth open wide and grab onto the meat of her thigh, his teeth slightly digging into it, albeit not painfully, but the sensation made her stop moving. “You let your guard down, and now I have you!” he said in a more characterized tone. Hide looked down under herself to look at him but found he had slid out from under her and only caught a glimpse of his feet. She had only a moment to register that his hands had grabbed onto her hips before she suddenly felt him unceremoniously thrust his hips against her own, a fairly loud and moist squelching sound followed by a loud slap sounding out between them.
“OOOOOOHG!” Hide said in a somewhat un-ladylike manner as the moan turned grunt escaped her throat and her back arched. Despite it being sudden, she was long past the point of foreplay and feeling him finally inside of her again made her body respond in kind as her smaller partner gripped her for all he was worth and wasted no time in pulling his hips back, drawing himself out until only the head was cradled by her lips, before diving back in, her insides giving a pleasing clench every time he did so.
Pat may have started this in roleplay but the fact was that he was far too worked up to think clearly about it, and Hide didn’t seem to mind either as she was simply pushing her hips back into him, making her plentiful rump jiggle every time he dove into her. If it hadn’t been for the body paint and the fact that Hide still wore the fangs and the fake snake hood, he may have even forgotten that this started as the two of them roleplaying.
He gripped her hips more firmly as her meaty tail hung over his shoulder, the muscles in it making it flex and raise up as she eagerly pressed back into him as he pressed forward, the two meeting hips in an incredibly moist squish as her plump lips welcomed him deep inside of her. Hide slowly lowered her upper body, folding her arms up and resting her chin on them as she lay on her chest, while at the same time Pat felt her insides loosen up as more of her slick, hot fluids oozed out. It was hot, pleasing, and actually lowered the amount of friction he felt as he moved, pushing back his otherwise eager climax as he continued to make long, deep thrusts into her, the moist sounds accompanied by both of them letting out breaths of pleased groans.
Pat wasn’t quite sure how long they were at it, but he did notice her groans getting louder and he could see her palms tensing and clenching the bed covers in time with her insides growing tighter and tighter. This added friction inside of her body, along with her reactions, quickly made that tight coiled fireball start to build up again in his guts. He took a moment to square his hips before he shifted to short, quick thrusts as he barely pulled himself out of her, giving much faster strokes, accompanied with much more firm huffing on his behalf. Hide reacted to this right away as her legs splayed apart more as she raised her upper body and braced herself. He couldn’t see her face, but he did hear a strained groan she only did when she was gritting her teeth. He did not have to keep this pace up for much longer before a firm shudder ran through her body and a much more throaty growl slipped from her mouth before her insides began to clench and pulse in rhythmic contractions around his hard and sensitive shaft. Such a display of his partner being in pleasure and the fact he was the one to bring her there only added to the pleasure he felt. His pace slowed only slightly letting him feel more sensations as she clenched and gripped along him and that tight fireball in his gut grew stronger and stronger before he gave three more firm thrusts and held firmly inside of her as a shudder ran through his body. That coiled fireball shot through his stomach, down between his legs, and jetted out the end of his shaft as it kicked and throbbed in hard pulses, spurting rope after rope into her hot, welcoming insides. Her contractions had been trailing off, but they picked up again, almost sucking on his shaft as her body eagerly pulled everything he had to give her deeper into her. Hide shuddered again and slowly slid her entire body forward, slumping down to lay flat on her belly as Pat fell with her,resting on her plush rump as he kept himself deep in her as the two enjoyed the trailing contractions.
“Wow… I didn’t think it would be that fun.” Pat said, breathing somewhat hard. His statement made Hide chuckle.
“And just think, this was only night one.” she said as she looked over her shoulder and gave him a devious smirk. Pat blinked a few times before he began to laugh, at which point Hide joined in as the two relaxed with one another.
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End