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As the last sounds of the bustling port city of Stoaskovo faded into a peaceful silence, Pattarchus found himself in the wide embrace of the eastern sea. The waves whispered stories to him from the depths of the sea as he enjoyed his reunion with the terrible machine Dyushes, a Yasen-class submarine.
The duo drifted further away from the shore, where the only witnesses to their shared bond were the seagulls overhead and the creatures that roamed beneath the endless blue surface of the sea.
In an intimate gesture that transcended their different natures, Pattarchus reached out his massive paws and stroked Dyushes' unusually flexible, metallic skin. The hull of the submarine, cold and hard to the touch, moved under the hellhound's embrace, radiating an unusual warmth.
With a shared understanding, Dyushes gently maneuvered himself onto the surface of the sea, his keel exposed to the azure sky like a Titan basking in the light of day. Pattarchus, enjoying this intimacy, hugged the outer hull of the submarine.
The sea cradled them both, an ancient force tender with its charges, as time seemed to meld into a single, perfect moment. Above them, the sky stretched wide, an unbroken canvas hinting at adventures yet to unfold. And as Pattarchus lay there, embraced by both sun and sea, his thoughts drifted to the peculiar turns of fate that had led him to this unusual kinship.
While the Hellhound was still thinking about it, he felt how the proximity to Dyushes ignited lust in him. He slid along the large submarine and pressed himself firmly against his body.
The Hellhound's arousal became more and more apparent as his penis began to protrude from his sheath. A grin appeared on the Hellhound's face as he rubbed the tip of his member against what could be described as the dire machine's anus.
And then he sank his canid penis into the warm, moist and surprisingly soft canal. Only when he could feel his sheath bumping against the hole did he stop. He paused for a moment and stroked gently Dyushes' outer shell with his paw.
Dyushes bucked up in the sea and the ocean water splashed around. The Hound could not only smell the fine drops of salt water in the air, but also taste them on his tongue. But none of this could have stopped his lust. He thrust his penis into the Dire Machine again and again, giving in to his arousal.
But all the pent-up lust didn't just have advantages. Neither for the hellhound nor for the Dire Machine underneath him. The Hellhound repeatedly plunged his length into the steamy hole until all of a sudden his knot was lodged deep inside. Dyushes also felt that and with a loud roar, the submarine and the Hellhound achieved their shared orgasm and shot their hot cum out into the sea. Dyushes in particular seemed to keep cumming as the Dire Machine shot out gush after gush of hot cum, massaging the Hellhound's knot and trapping him in a almost never-ending orgasm.
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Drawn by {tw:ivxair3p}
Dyushes (Dire Machine - Yasen Class) (c) by {tw:Rasputin_Su57}
Pattarchus (Hellhound) (c) by
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