"So you're saying there's no flight out to Florida tonight?"

"I'm sorry, sir. The most we can offer is a compensatory stay at the nearest hotel. The next flight out to the US will hopefully be tomorrow morning."

"That's...alright, fine. Can I get the location of that hotel?"

Of all the things Hunter was expecting after an impromptu business trip all the way out to Greenland right before Christmas, a delayed flight was not one of them. They were normally pretty good around this time of year; extremely expensive, sure, but still on time. Apparently, some unexpected weather occurrences across the ocean had delayed all flights until the morning, which was pretty frustrating for a single, mid-30s guy who was due to meet with his family for breakfast tomorrow morning. Instead, he was going to be stuck in a dismal hotel on Christmas Eve.

Well, at least, he thought it'd be dismal...but when he was directed to the Starlight Views Hotel, he was surprised to find it looked like quite the nice establishment. In the dark of the late afternoon, he stared up at the rather tall building with a mixture of wonder and slowly subsiding grumpiness; he could overlook having to stay in this cold place if it meant staying at a fancy hotel. In his line of work, he wasn't normally afforded such luxuries-- his boss usually picked out the cheapest hotel possible if he had to stay over. To get this, and as compensation for the delay...he didn't want to admit it, but he felt satisfied.

The interior was just as lavish, with sleek marble floors, elegantly placed holiday decorations, an expansive Christmas tree front and centre in the main foyer, and the nicest staff he'd ever met. They took his details and found his room instantly thanks to the airline sending the details over, and a young adult bellboy escorted him to his room personally, even going so far as to carry his single layover bag. Hunter was grateful, if a little put on the spot. For a man his size, a little over 6 foot tall, with a well-kept body that he hit the gym twice a week to maintain, carrying his bags was a simple endeavour, especially given his Doberman appearance and species. He wasn't used to having someone do those things for him.

The room was surprisingly spacious, further adding to the quality of the hotel; he had a lot of walking space, as well as an entire area just for sitting, with a rectangular couch that had two corners for laying out on, and a TV-mounted to the wall directly opposite. Hunter's eyes, however, were immediately drawn to the bed, his eyes falling upon a rich velvety upholstery, smooth felt headboard, and luxurious blankets and silk. He didn't realise how tired he was until he saw that bed. There wasn't much else in the room; a table to place things on, a mirror, a door leading to the bathroom...despite the space, it was also very simple, and he preferred that. There was, at the very least, a small mini fridge with priced drinks...surely that was included in his compensation, right?

His escort left in a relatively timely manner, leaving Hunter to his own devices, and for a time the Doberman just lounged. He had nothing to do in a city he wasn't familiar with, so the most he could do was shrug off his coat, leaving him in nothing but his jeans and a sweater, and he relaxed on the couch and browsed through his available channels. There wasn't much, however-- the hotel had good cable and he had access to a few fairly popular channels, but nothing particularly interested him at the moment, and putting on a random movie didn't sound all that entertaining, either. He found himself idly flicking through channels as he browsed on his phone, dread settling into his stomach as he read news articles saying that Greenland was undergoing the 'worst winter storm seen in decades'. That didn't bode well for next morning's travel. Honestly, hearing from his family, and being stuck in the hotel, made him feel rather lonely.

He started to pace, wondering what he should do, as he browsed his phone. He'd already texted his folks and told them he was stuck in a hotel overnight, and they understood, and wished him a Merry Christmas, along with heartfelt hopes that they might see him the next morning, and he hoped so too. He ended up near the table and he idly rifled through the pamphlets laid atop, with some advertisements for tourist destinations and hotel facilities, before his eyes fell upon a slip of paper placed neatly in front of a phone on the end table next to the bed. He sat down to give it a read, and he grew more confused as he read the contents.

It was a little description of all the available room services the hotel offered, but that wasn't what confused him. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the peculiar phrasing near the bottom of the slip. It read: "Bored? Lonely? Order the 'House Warming Special' straight from the North Pole, and enjoy a wonderful night!"

Something about it sounded strange, but he found himself tempted. He was rather bored and lonely, that much was true. He hesitated, eyes dancing from the paper to the phone, as if he were wrestling with the idea, before he grabbed the phone and punched in the code that was at the top of the paper. He absently turned it over in his hands as he waited, before someone on the other end answered. He asked, rather simply, for the 'House Warming Special', and there was a moment of silence on the other end, before they said that someone would be up surely to deliver it, whatever that meant. Hunter had no idea what he was in for, but he guessed from the name that it must be a special soup or something similar. With how fancy the hotel was, he was expecting something tasty.

He didn't even wait long; barely a minute had passed before he heard a knock at the door, and a voice came from the other side, announcing his room service...but it was odd. Didn't that voice sound quite high-pitched? He brushed the thoughts aside as he stepped toward the door, and he swung it open, peeking over as he stepped to the side to allow whatever it was in. His immediate assumption was some kind of cart with a tray on top, but instead, he was greeted by two utterly naked children.

"Wait a minute--" He began, but they already wandered inside, as if they were meant to be there all along. Hunter nervously blinked at them before he looked outside his room, turning his head to stare down the hallways, wondering if he was part of some elaborate prank, if someone was going to come out and have him 'take a seat'. But there was no one-- no camera crew, no presenter or host...just those two cubs. He carefully closed the door and slowly turned toward them, a frown crossing his features.

Just from their appearance alone, they were twins, or at the very least related; it was a male and female combination, probably in their very early teens given their shorter stature and slim figures. Their fur, white and a bright icy blue, was accented by pinkish accessories on their ankles and wrists, matching their bright pink eyes, something that seemed wholly unnatural. The girl of the duo had longer hair and wore practically nothing, whilst the boy had some kind of pink and silver harness over his front, with a circular ring around his chest area. They seemed to be deer, given the girl's lack of horns and the boy's tiny antlers that had barely grown a couple of inches in length, and they looked up at him expectantly as he stared in silence, taking in their features. Naturally, his eyes dropped down, falling upon not only the flat chest and perky pink nipples of the two of them, but on the soft mound of the doe's pussy, and her sibling's similarly small, attention little member, humanoid in shape.

"...I don't understand. Who are you?" He demanded gruffly, not initially thinking to cover his eyes, but he quickly started to do so when he realised how long he'd been staring. He didn't know what the two did behind his obscured vision, but he didn't get a reply, at least not for a moment.

"Um..." One of them spoke, their inflection indicating a boyish tone. "I'm Jingo, and this is Bella. You ordered the House Warming Special, sir!"

"Is this some kind of prank?" He retorted. "I thought they were bringing me some kind of soup...where are the cameras, huh? I'm not a..."

He gulped hard and strode past them, trying not to look at their nakedness as he checked the corners of the rooms and looked around the devices and other standing objects on the surfaces, thinking there might be bugs or hidden cameras he didn't know about...but as he looked, the more it became apparent there wasn't any.

"Um...Mister Hunter, sir?" The boy, Jingo, chimed in again, causing the Doberman to whirl around to him.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, his eyes squinting; that just made him more suspicious. Despite that, Jingo just offered a wide smile, hooking an arm around his sister-- well, he assumed it was. Neither had introduced themselves.

"You ordered us, sir! Of course we'd know your name!" The girl, Bella, giggled in response, and her brother continued for her.

"We know a lot about you, mister. We know you got stuck here when you wanted to go home...and that you're bored and lonely." The deer stepped forward and his sister followed, and Hunter found himself naturally retreating as they approached, until they were mere inches from his body, their natural aura somehow managing to press him flat against the wall. Jingo reached out his hand, and pressed daintily to Hunter's sweater, drifting down toward the top of his pelvis. The Doberman's stomach naturally tucked in, just a little ticklish, but it was nerves that made him so jittery. Jingo was slender, as lithe as his sister, giving him a noticeably feminine-like appearance alongside her.

"We can fix some of those things for you." Jingo murmured with a knowing smile, his finger plucking at the waistband of the Doberman's jeans, and his sibling looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes with a sheepish smile. He got the impression she was trying to play a different angle compared to her very direct brother, and it was unfortunately working; he was easily susceptible to their combined advances, and his breath hitched in his throat when the deer boy's hand pulled on his jeans, tugging the waistband outwards from his fur and shirt.

"I don't, I...uh..." Hunter gulped again, finding himself somehow unable to even move his body to squirm it out from his cornered position. "I just ordered the House Warming Special..."

"We're the House Warming Special, sir," Bella insisted with a wide, almost innocent smile. "Aren't you lonely? Tired? Bored?"

"Well..." He couldn't argue with her questions, because he was all those things. Being away from his family, not having anything to do in a city he wasn't familiar with, not to mention the arguing with the flight company...there was a lot about the day that sucked. His eyes trailed down and he stiffened as Jingo undid the button of his jeans relatively easily, his fingers almost expertly pulling down his zipper to reveal the boxers he had on underneath. A mixture of thoughts ran through his mind, some of lust, others of anxiety, some even paranoid. Most of those negative feelings melted away when Jingo's hand slipped into his jeans and groped openly at his package through his underwear, however, and he rolled his head back as delightful tingles of arousal danced up his body, making him let out a sigh.

"W-Wait," He began, bringing his hand down after a few moments and grabbing Jingo's wrist. "Let's...get more comfortable."

Despite the thoughts that this might be a setup, he was receptive to their advances. He shuffled across the room, holding up his jeans with one hand, until he sat on the edge of the bed, instinctively spreading his legs to show himself off a little as the two siblings stood and watched him, hard-to-read expressions on their faces. They did eventually approach, however, and the Doberman shuffled himself back until the back of his knees met with the covers as they approached. They split off from each other, the girl of the duo moving to the side of him, whilst the deer boy got into position in front. His hands reached out, and Hunter watched as those dainty fingers brushed against his stomach, down to his pants again. He parted the denim where the fly had been undone, and his fingers trailed the waistband, reaching to the hips area, where they tugged, attempting to slide them down. Hunter felt a flush of embarrassment mixed with lust-- it was hard for him not to recognise that, compared to their nakedness, he was horrendously overdressed. Just the sight of their nakedness, especially when Bella climbed up onto the bed next to him and got herself dangerously close to his body, was hard to ignore. He lifted his hips, putting his hands on the bed to lever himself appropriately, and he felt strangely submissive as those small hands tugged his jeans down and over the curvature of his adult rump, pulling them to his knees and down to his paws.

"Lay back, mister." Bella pressed a hand to his shoulder and lightly tugged on his shoulder in an effort to guide him, and much like before, he was receptive. He rolled his body backwards, shuffling until he was closer to the headboard, his head hitting the pillows pretty quickly, and his eyes moved across the room with awkward anticipation as the deer between his legs started groping at the front of his boxers. He was a little embarrassed to even show himself off, and that was mainly because he was already so achingly hard; it had been a while since he'd linked up with somebody, and though he didn't want to admit it, their nakedness, their lithe figures and developing loins, were turning him on. Jingo's hands groped over the outline of his turgid erection and Hunter huffed under his breath, groaning quietly as the girl swung a leg over him and straddled his chest, but she didn't face him; instead, he was greeted by her short, fluffy tail and small, rounded rump.

No words were exchanged between them; Hunter understood what she wanted from the way she scooted her hips back against him, and his vision was quickly engulfed by her bright white and icy blue fur, lighter around the inner edges of her rump. His hands wormed their way out from underneath her straddling legs and he hesitated, palms hovering above her hips, before he settled them down against her, feeling the warmth of them against his clawed fingers. She leant forward atop him, instinctively pushing her ass back as she put her hands on his stomach and rubbed against his shirt, which he still had on. His thumbs trailed in circles around her soft, delicate fur as his cock twitched madly within the confines of his underwear, stirred and stimulated by Jingo's eager stroking hands-- nothing could stop the growing, lustful growl that escaped his muzzle as his thumbs tucked in and spread her cheeks, revealing the pinkish tautness of her delicate, young hole, sitting atop her quivering lips, eagerly awaiting him.

The Doberman could feel those slender hands moving up his body and toward the top of his underwear, and he rolled his head back for a moment as a wave of relief washed over him at being freed; his cock swing upwards and stiffened rapidly, reaching its full mast, when the deer tugged down his boxers, and he stretched his legs out as Jingo undressed him, wriggling and lifting his lower body to get the elastic garment out from underneath his rump so he could be exposed further, until they eventually reached his ankles and he kicked them off, with Jingo's aid. He lifted his head shortly thereafter, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of that hole, before he pressed his muzzle forward, tugging her back with his hands. All his nerves had been thrown out the window as his lust grew; now, he wanted nothing but to bask in it.

Between his legs, the slender male cub grasped the thick weight of his cock, turgid and sensitive to the touch-- it was distinctly anatomically correct, with a throbbing, pulsing knot and a length cock that was thicker in the middle, with a tapering canine tip. Those hands ran up and down his length in a way that made every inch of it throb and pulse, pre-cum already oozing from the tip. Hunter found himself eagerly humping his hips, trying to hump against those hands as his muzzle pressed deep to the girl's behind, his tongue lashing out to smear across her taut asshole, feeling the way it quivered against his assault. He heard her gasp and groan, both out of surprise and also out of pleasure, and that only encouraged him further; his tongue danced in circles around her spasming ring as his hands squeezed and massaged her cheeks. His tongue dared to dart low enough to flick across her pussy, but he couldn't reach it in its entirety, even with all the effort he took to pull her in.

He hadn't even registered those groping, squeezing hands disappearing from his member until they were replaced by a tight firmness, that brushed across the tip of his dick, and for a moment Hunter stiffened, his eyes widening, obscured by girlish cheeks. Despite the lack of action he'd gotten recently, there was no mistaking the pressure atop his member, and he shuddered, his lower half trembling as he forced himself to remain still. Sure enough, that pressure descended, and he groaned around Bella's ass as his tongue pressed out to smear across her as, at his other end, Jingo descended on his cock. Hunter had no idea how he'd gotten up there-- he couldn't see the find out-- but he certainly wasn't going to turn down the opportunity. He pulled Bella up as his head lowered back, and she moved with him, seeming to sense where he wanted her; instead of straining to reach her behind, he laid back and let her fully slip atop his muzzle as his hands greedily groped her sides. She moved her own little hands from his chest to the headboard of the bed, and she rolled her hips against his mouth, humming her approval when his tongue wriggled around, now able to now only taste her delicious ass but also the slippery, aroused wetness of her soft, tiny cunt. His tongue roamed across it, messily slipping up and down as it hungrily slid from her entrance all the way to her backside, whilst the younger male sailed further and further down, taking more of the Doberman with each passing second.

Hunter's mind was a blur of erotic fantasies, interspersed with heated, dizzying spikes of raw pleasure from the sensations he explored, tasted and endured from both ends. The sheer heat and pressure of that hole around his dick, the wonderful taste of that young pussy against his lips, both of them sent him into a dizzy spiral that made the skin beneath his fur prickle with arousal and heat whilst he fought the urge to move his body, to thrust and grab. Carnal canine instincts hovered in the back of his mind as he panted hotly against Bella's lower parts, delighting in the way she enjoyed just the heat of it, and his cheeks were damp with moisture as his tongue probed out, threatening to press to her cunt or ass deeper than before, eager to penetrate one or the other. All the while, his cock throbbed in those young masculine innards, waves of bliss rushing from his swollen base all the way up to the tip, eliciting globs of pre-cum that, when Jingo finally lifted himself up, helped to lube up the younger male's insides. With that second descent came a noisy squelch as Jingo gasped, quietly grunting with the exertion of taking it, and pre-cum smeared lewdly across the inches that buried into that boy, priming him for subsequent bounces and thrusts.

"Hah, fuck...I need to..." Hunter panted around the girl's behind, closing his eyes and pausing for a moment as he basked in the overwhelming pleasure of it all, namely in his crotch. His cock wouldn't stop twitching, but the deer boy didn't stop either, pushing down until he was almost fully on the member, just an inch or two above the knot, before he raised up again, beginning to move at a more steady rhythm. Hunter couldn't see to admire the sight, but the deer was perched on a stool that had somehow appeared, as if by magic, near the foot of the bed, and his dainty young hands were pressed firmly to the Doberman's thighs to steady each rise and descent, his arched back and plump boyish cheeks the only thing facing the rest of the Doberman's body. For a moment, Jingo's sibling let Hunter have his rest, lifting herself just a little off his mouth so he could pant, gulp and swallow, before she inevitably pressed down again half a minute later, reminding him she was still there. His hands, which had for the moment slipped and loosened, re-affirmed their grip around her thighs as he growled against her behind, and he dragged his tongue up her ass, feeling it quiver. This time, he plunged, pressing his tongue as firmly as he could to that behind as the fingers on one hand dragged forward, moving from her thigh to her crotch. His claws grazed her sensitive skin until his fingertip met with her moist cunt, and with purpose and determination he pressed, letting it slip inside. It pushed into her so easily, and silky warmth enveloped his digit; she moved a hand from the headboard to hold onto his wrist, slipping her hand down to palm over the back of his own, encouraging him to push deeper.

They continued like that for a time, but for Hunter, it only felt like seconds. It was a gyrating, sensual rhythm, where hips moved atop his cock, sending him closer and closer to the edge, whilst his finger rolled in Bella's tender pussy as his tongue probed and pressed into her behind, able to sink in an inch or two before he had to pull back. Spit and drool seeped down his chin as he noisily rimmed her whilst his finger did most of the work of pleasuring her cunt, to the point where he went deep enough to be able to feel his own tongue with his tongue, separated by a fleshy membrane. Each bounce on his cock made him want to thrust up against Jingo's behind, to bury deep and tie, to cum, but sheer willpower alone kept his body down-- even amongst all that heavy sex, that made his mind hazy with lust, there were still moments of clarity that reminded him these were cubs, with fragile bodies. He couldn't go wild, for fear of hurting them, something he'd never want to do.

However, all good things inevitably came to an end. Rather abruptly and without warning, that delightfully tight ass that had been bringing him closer and closer to a much-needed climax suddenly withdrew from him, easing off his member and leaving him wanting. He whined his frustration against Bella's behind, but she did the same; her hand tugged at him, and he obeyed, letting his digit slip from her as she abruptly lifted her hips and slid off him. He sucked in heavy breaths as he wiped his mouth and sat up in the wake of her withdrawal, and watched as she slipped off to the side, still on the bed, whilst her sibling walked over to the closet that sat on the left-hand side of the bed, near to the small entranceway to the hotel door-- Jingo wasn't even limping, despite the Doberman's impressive endowment, which now twitched against his stomach, 10 inches in length, oozing pre-cum against his shirt. Hunter wanted to speak, to ask why they'd stopped, but he got his answer soon enough.

The closet doors opened, and the Doberman's eyes widened to something that shouldn't have been there. Instead of small shelves, drawers and coat hangers, there was something of...portal? The scenery of snowy hills and a lob cabin stretched out from the closet's doors as if a whole other world lay beyond, and he watched as the deer boy hopped through it like it was nothing. The closet doors abruptly shut, and Hunter stared, wide-eyed, as it remained so. He turned to the girl, wanting to ask just exactly what that was, and who she was, but all she did was put a finger to her muzzle and smile up at him with a knowing twinkle in her eye. He was too stunned to speak as he looked back to the closet, but he registered her cuddling up to him, stroking her hand against his shirt as she pressed her head against his pec.

Moments later, the closet doors suddenly swung open, the whole unit rocking with the force of it, and Hunter jumped at the sudden movement. He saw that sprawling landscape again as a chill wind billowed through the hotel room and made him shiver. Jingo appeared from the side of that portal and bounded back into the room, stamping his hooves against the floor as he kicked off snow-- in his hand, he was holding what looked like a little cloth bag, a bright red with sparkling glitter all over its exterior. He turned to close the closet doors and then sauntered back over to the bed, grabbing the bottom of the bag and wordlessly turning it upside down over the door of the bed, near one of Hunter's legs. The man's eyes fell upon the contents immediately.

A handful of toys, some of them as simple as fleshlights and basic humanoid-shaped dildos, and some more exotic, ribbed and made of balls or bearing awkward twists and turns, sat in a heaped collection on the edge of the bed, accompanied by a couple of bottles of a rather clear substance that Hunter immediately guessed was some kind of lubricant. He parted his muzzle to speak, but closed it again when he met the deer boy's gaze, noticing a peculiar twinkle in his eye. At the same time, his sister began to move, lifting her leg up over the Doberman's body and settling herself on his stomach, this time facing him, with the spit-covered moistness of her pussy pressed right down on his cock, sandwiching the length between her and his own stomach. Her hands swept up his body and underneath his shirt and sweater, riding it up to expose more of his stomach and chest as her brother moved behind her, momentarily out of sight, if only a little. Hands trailed the older male's shins and tucked under his legs, and with a nervous gulp, his limbs were lifted. A sharp exhaled escaped his lips as Bella deliberately rubbed and slid along the length of his pent-up cock, but at that moment he was more concerned with what Jingo was doing; higher and higher Hunter's legs were raised, until even his sister aided in keeping the man's legs up.

"W-Wait--" Hunter began, and sucked in a breath when he could feel a finger pressing against his hole. He didn't normally like to put anything back there, hadn't even considered it in a long time, and a shaky sigh left his mouth when a coolness joined those roaming digits, smearing around his puckered entrance. He could hear the slick sounds of what was obviously lubricant pressing against his hole, and he grunted, tensing up, when that digit slipped inside. His inner muscles clamped down fiercely, more out of instinct than anything else, and they loosened up and relaxed as it slid back out; the lube, and Jingo's finger, could only spread so far. Hunter, however, had a feeling something more was coming, and sure enough, he was right; the deer swung to the left and picked up a noticeably large-looking dildo, at least a little under the size of Hunter's fully erect length...not too long after, the Doberman could feel it's cool mass pushing against his hole.

"I, uh, hold on a minute--" The fact he'd been so easily swayed into taking it concerned him, but he was like putty in their hands at that moment. As he complained, Bella slid up his body, scooting until her entrance sat wedged atop the tapering top of his cock, causing him to splutter and stutter, unsure what to say or so. She smiled down at him in a way that seemed like she knew what he was thinking, and she slowly leaned in, obscuring his vision once again, this time with her face. Her smaller muzzle pressed to kiss and Hunter's chest fluttered with a mixture of surprise and lust-- his cock throbbed, an eager spurt of pre-cum coming out of the end and smearing all over her pussy, and he quickly reciprocated the kiss as, in a sudden push, the dildo sank into him. He instantly felt a burn of discomfort, but it was rapidly overshadowed by a deep, satisfying pleasure that spread to his every limb. Was it meant to feel this good?

He found his hands roaming, drifting up to grasp onto Bella's cheeks. He kept his legs up and spread, even though he shouldn't have, and a smaller hand came to support one of his limbs as his own hands moved to the young deer girl, grasping at her ass, one hand roaming inwards so his finger could probe at her behind. He tilted his head to kiss her deeper and she deliberately pressed into him, her small hands curling against his chest, bunching around his shirt as she brushed her tongue against his waiting teeth and muzzle. He instinctively parted his lips to let his tongue touch hers, and a quiet groan escaped him as his finger pressed, pushing against her. His other hand instinctively slid down, grasping his sensitive prick, angling and nudging it until he could feel the tapering end smearing up and down her pussy. He couldn't tell, but she arched her back and behind to meet it, and he found himself slipping inside. Instinct took over, and his roaming hand against her taut behind tugged her back, pressing her onto it as he growled against her lips.

Their kiss parted quickly, if only before her body was quickly sailing away from him, sinking onto his length. It wasn't all one-sided, however; she withdrew from him, too, and straightened herself up as she arched her body, wriggling and wagging her behind atop his cock as she shoved further and further down, allowing him to sink deeper into her tiny body. He sucked in a breath and gritted his teeth as that silky warmth enveloped more and more of his cock, the pre-cum and slickened his length the only thing providing lubricant to such a snug fit, and the deer boy behind him pushed the dildo in deeper as she moved further back, almost like they were meeting in the middle. After a handful of moments, each careful and measured, Hunter was both plugged and satisfied; the whole dildo had somehow gone into him, and he felt only a mild amount of discomfort, but Bella was the best sight in the world; she was fully embedded on his cock, sans knot, and his hands cupped around her hips as she straightened up vertically, dutifully riding him. Her cheeks looked flushed, but her wide grin and sparkling eyes told him she was just as satisfied.

He didn't get to enjoy the sight for long, however, for Jingo finally circled around the side of the bed and clambered up on top of it, moving into position beside the Doberman before swinging a leg over to straddle his chest-- Hunter was starting to feel like a couch, with the amount of time he'd been sat on, but he couldn't exactly make a complaint about when his field of view was quickly filled up with the cub's slender body and his little humanoid penis, bouncing up and down as he wiggled his hips and showed himself off. He nudged forward, lifting his behind up, and his hands spread himself as he descended upon the man's muzzle, greeting Hunter to the sight of his small swinging balls, taint, and the taut ring of his male hole beneath it. It brushed across his muzzle, demanding his attention, and he couldn't refuse.

The younger male did all the word of directing him, his ass smearing atop the man's muzzle as he pushed his spread cheeks down against his tongue, which Hunter stuck out in an effort to satisfy him. His appendage flicked back and forth and circled around the cub's hole, and he could tell from the way it spasmed against his exploration that he must enjoy it. He nudged his head up and down in an effort to pleasure him further, whilst his hands remained firm to Bella's hips, moving them with her as she started to lift. He squeezed her flesh, showing his appreciation for her efforts, as she sailed up his cock, moving until she was halfway up his length, before she dropped down and let gravity, and his hands, do the work the bringing her down to the knot. It sent incredible sensations up his spine, which only encouraged his efforts to pleasure Jingo, probing and plunging his tongue against the hole as he heard the younger male's huffs of pleasure.

The deer girl started to move at a gentle rhythm, rocking and bouncing on his member with slow and careful movements, that steadily picked up over time as his pre-cum lubed her up and she got into it. Her rhythmic motions and rocking hips urged him further, causing his tongue to shove as deep as he could manage it within the cub's behind as his tongue curled, attempting to reach the telltale spot he knew he had in his own body. He couldn't quite reach it, though, but that didn't mean his efforts didn't bear fruit; he could tell from the boy's panting and writhing that he was getting incredibly stimulated by it. Bella, too was bringing him closer as well, the noisy sounds of her cunt sliding up and down his cock, mashing with his knot, turning him on even more.

Suddenly, there was a change-- he didn't know what caused it, be it Jingo, his sister, or something else entirely, but that dildo inside his inexperienced adult behind started to fiercely vibrate, turning his insides to jelly, metaphorically speaking. He practically melted under the sensation as pre-cum readily trickles from the tip of his buried cock, and he couldn't help but squirm, writhing his legs as the girl tried to hold one back. He wasn't expecting such stimulation, and with how little he'd put stuff in his ass, and it was frankly too much.

"Oooh fuck..." He mumbled around that ass, his words slightly slurred and muffled from his tongue still stuck out against the sensitive flesh, but it was all the warning he could give. His legs violently shook as his pleasure reached a peak, the stimulation of his behind and the riding on his cock sending him over the edge; his member throbbed, pulsing powerfully in that tight cunt, and he panted heavy huffs against the deer boy's behind as he suddenly climaxed. Ropes of thick, pent-up cum spurted deep into Bella's pussy, spreading to her most intimate areas, likely pushing right into her cervix and perhaps even beyond-- he couldn't tell whether it hurt her or not, for all he could hear with her quiet gasps and tender little moans, sometimes overshadowed by her brother's grunts and laboured pants; Hunter knew he must be getting close too, but it was hard to focus on eating his ass when he was cumming. Luckily for him, the boy pushed down to put in the effort himself, his breathing quickening and his chest heaving, indicating that he was getting close.

Hunter could feel the final drops of his orgasm seeping into Bella wrapped around his thick cock just as the deer climaxed. Droplets of seed splattered onto the Doberman's dark-furred head, dripping down and pooling down his forehead between his ears, where it trickled onto the bed or shot out in arcs that cleared his head completely, meeting the headboard. Hunter delighted in the combined sensations of that snug cunt squeezing and milking his spent cock, along with the pucker gripping around his roaming tongue, as if it were trying to tug his appendage deeper. There was frustration there, that Hunter couldn't deny; his knot was just too big for such a young girl.

In the aftermath of their sex, Hunter found his arms arching, his legs begging for rest, and his body generally quite tired, though most of that was probably his work earlier in the day. He squirmed in a way that felt very unmanly as the dildo in his behind continued to vibrate, overstimulating his sensitive ass as his cock remained fully hard, his inflated knot and the lack of its tie keeping him erect, much to Bella's delight. However, as if it read his mind, the vibration in his rump suddenly stopped after a few moments, in time with Jingo moving from his mouth and swinging off his face. The cub slumped to the side, whilst Bella flopped forward, nestling against his chest and stomach whilst keeping him inside her. He only caught a glimpse of her front as she flopped forward, but he was sure he could see a bit of swelling in her belly, purely from the amount he'd cum into her.

"Hah...you uh..." Hunter began with a gulp, realising he was quite dehydrated. "You sure you two are with room service? And what was that, uh...what's with the closet? I don't understand..."

"You will in time, mister," Jingo insisted. "We come with a message too, from Santa."

"...From Santa, right," Hunter scoffed, but when he looked down at the younger male and saw he didn't even brush it off, he frowned. "You're serious?"

"Mmhm," The deer beamed at him, a twinkle in his eye. "He said that your flight won't make it home tomorrow."

"What? How do you...?" Of all the things that had happened that night, them knowing such a thing wasn't the most bizarre. "So, when can I go home?"

"Um...we're not sure. Maybe a week from now?" He shrugged apologetically. "But we're going to stay with you the whole time, mister, so you won't be lonely."

"Lonely..." The Doberman drooped even so slightly, but it was hard to think about things like his family when there was a young girl nestled on his dick. "Right, right...then I hope you'll keep me company."

He was a little frustrated he couldn't go home, but if there was one thing for sure...if these were really kids from the North Pole, he'd likely get to know them more over the week...and maybe he could come back again next year around this time too, just to see them again. After all, they were already leaving a good impression on their very first night together.