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It was hard to conceal the red blush on his cheeks, but so far Qwazzy and Emma didn't seem to suspect anything, if his glances in their direction were any indication. \n\nGranted, having either or both of them noticing what was going on between Retra and Sierra wasn't exactly a bad thing. Considering what else went on in this house that passed as \"normal\", the two's little attraction to one another was downright typical. Yet he still felt misgivings on being discovered, and this mindset was only further fueled by Sierra's apparent enjoyment in the \"secret\" theme of things. \n\nHe could tell what she wanted to do, and how could he refuse her? The two had been helping Qwazzy and Sierra clean up - a task not too difficult, and never demanded of them, but since they all used the place it seemed only fair - but if Sierra's attitude was anything to go by, she couldn't wait for the job to finish with what was on her mind. Half of Retra's glances were spared on her, the other half on Emma and Qwazzy, perhaps worried they'd notice the odd behaviour. Apparently not - Emma was quite focused with the dusting brush held in her paw, and Qwazzy was reorganizing the pillows of the couches and chairs into an aesthetic and comfortable pattern. Retra returned his gaze to Sierra, and blinked in surprise. \n\nShe was already halfway out the room, stopping only enough to give a wink and a little \"are you coming or what?\" shrug of her shoulder. Her pink scarf fluttered around her neck, dancing from the swaying steps of its wearer. \n\nGulping, the Flareon cast a furtive glance over his shoulder - the pair were still doing the same as before - and took his chance, slipping out of the room with as much graceful silence as he could muster. Up ahead was Sierra's little closet hideaway, door cracked open and the four-legged girl slipping inside with a high-raised wag of her tail, putting on display an astonishingly wet pussy - how the hell did she hide that from her parents' gaze? \n\nSheath plump and heart pumping, Retra followed her inside. \n\nIt was lightning fast - one of Sierra's fores pulled the door mostly shut with only a slight crack of light beaming in, and her other fore assertively pushed Retra, landing on his rump and leaning up against a stack of clean towels against the closet's wall. He barely had a second to process this before her soft little paws were spreading his legs apart, her muzzle diving down - nose shoved against brightly-furred Flareon sheath and balls, inhaling deeply through her nose with a needy little sigh. \n\n\"S-Sierra!\" He yelped - or tried, but the move had driven the breath out of him, making the name slide out more like a pleasant little sigh. \n\nShe didn't respond, merely looking up at him with those adorable eyes - and winking. Lips parted, not to speak, but to exhale a warm and gentle breath across his crotch, and extend a hungrily dripping and wet tongue to sluuuuuurp between his fuzzy balls. Sllrrrp, sllrrrp, sllrrrp... \n\nHot breaths left his muzzle as he wiggled in place, the sensations so difficult to withstand - little flames, harmless but heated, were just barely visible in each exhale. She'd removed his ability to think, to reason, to ponder - he became a slave to the simple passionate pleasure of her soft tongue, delicately tasting his malehood, relishing its flavor, sinking into his musky scent. \n\nA big grin was showing on Sierra's muzzle - she had him right where she wanted him, and the knowledge that her greediness pleased both of them made it all the more special. Twin eyes stared hungrily as a thick, pink, and extremely tantalizing Flareon cock emerged from the scented sheath, twitching in a need she recognized as similar to her own, throbbing as if it wanted nothing more to move of its own volition and dive into her mouth. \n\nIt could not, of course - Retra might have been able to, if ecstasy hadn't struck him paralyzed and dumb. But Sierra was more than willing to make it happen. \n\nHer paws and chest dropped, resting atop a soft Flareon tail, her muzzle hovering over his needy dick. It was a moment she cherished fondly, her eyes flicking between that delicious pink member and the Flareon's head above hers - leaning back in a perpetually pleasure-driven sigh, eyes closed and squinted tight. Her heart was slamming in her chest, surely audible in this small closet... thump, thump, thump, thump. She'd grown to womanhood, adult and free, but nothing so far had made her feel more adult and alive than this - this exact kind of moment, setting aside such unimportant aspects like her intelligence and fiery spirit and civilized thinking. \n\nShe was Retra's Eevee girl, head between his legs, and that was where she belonged. Where she deserved to be. \n\nMuzzle's lips parted - saliva dripping hungrily from her tongue as she dipped, wrapping her mouth snugly around his dick. \n\nTaste leapt into her mind at the same moment the tight warmth leapt into his. A heated cooing sigh sounded from his lips, filling the space around them with its desire - an identical sigh echoed unspoken in her own head, too muffled by pink cock to join its twin between their ears. \n\nSierra wasn't well versed in foreplay - too much teasing, too much tantalizing, too much emphasis on the moment and the buildup. Already Retra was mere moments away from reaching his peak, and she'd just put his shaft in her muzzle for the first moment since they'd snuck away. But she wasn't disappointed, wasn't inclined to drag it out any longer than that - letting things take their natural course felt right to her, and there were always other sessions. Many, many other sessions. \n\nSo her lips were not reluctant or gentle as they suckled - bobbing her head up and down, their ears filling with wet sounds of a soft tongue slurping greedily along his dick, paws reaching over to pet and stroke his balls full of a delicious treat she was determined to claim. \n\nRetra knew none of this thinking or reasoning. His entire being was lost in an endless sea, floating in erotic warmth of such strength that could only have been summoned by Sierra's soft touch, her wet tasting tongue, and tight little lips. In moments like this, he would have done anything for her. If she'd stopped and ordered him to set their closet love-nest aflame, he would have done it for just another few seconds of soft lips on his malehood. \n\nYet she demanded nothing of the sort - that cream-colored Eevee angel tended to his needs freely, with love and lust, and a need of her own that in its own way burned far brighter than his. \n\nRetra gasped, moaned, sighed... and reached his peak. Sierra's grin only widened as she ascended from his dick, leaving only the throbbing tip in her muzzle as the first throb delivered its rope of seed onto her tongue. \n\nOh gods, the taste...! Strong, spicy hot, feeling almost like it sizzled on her tongue with his special flavor...! \n\nGreed won over affection, and those lips sucked with strength, one forepaw rising to stroke up and down his wet cock, milking it - feeling it throb against her soft pink pawpads, splattering spurt after spurt after spurt of that hot creamy cum on her tongue, down her throat, everywhere...! \n\nIt was all hers - a gift from Retra for her efforts, the Flareon not even lifting his head, much less a paw, to try and stop her or dictate how to receive it. And she received it the way she wanted to - half of the creamy seed spilling down her throat to sate the hunger of her belly, and a sudden drawing back of her head letting the remaining half messily splatter all over her face and neckfluff - eyes daringly opened to watch each rope fire from his throbbing dicktip towards her face. No accidental eye-shots so far! Maybe she was just lucky like that. \n\nIt was all over in seconds, even if the pleasure felt both longer and shorter at the same time. Retra's eyes slowly opened with a heavy grunt, head lifting, and a bright blush on his cheeks reforming at the sight of Sierra - giggling cutely, her face messy with his cum. \n\n\"G-Geez...\" A weary little chuckle graced the air between them as his paw raised, petting softly between her ears with little care for whether or not it got messy in the process. \"You don't waste time, do you, darling?\" \n\n\"Not with you,\" she cooed, nuzzling upward at his paw. \"You're too irresistible...\" \n\nThe pink cock throbbed between his legs wearily, as if to agree. \n\nA pleased huff of flame-tinged air warmed the air between them from his lips as she sat up, rump wiggling. \n\n\"Now then,\" she murmured, standing on all fours. \n\nAn understanding glint passed through his eyes. \"... not done, darling?\" \n\nShe almost seemed surprised that he even had to ask. \"Does this look done to you?\" She pointed with a paw as she climbed atop him - and with a jump of his heart (and shaft) he saw her slit hovering just above his crotch - wet and dripping with her fluids, sweet-scented and needy. \n\nHer lips brushed by his ear, warm breath tickling his fur. \"I need you inside of me,\" she confessed with a whimper. \"I need your seed so desperately, I can't stand it... c-can I...? Please...?\" \n\nWould he have ever said no? Such a scenario never could have reached his mind. Yet her pleading look as she leaned back to meet his eyes, her own nearly shimmering with tears, tickled an underlying part of him that he always seemed to forget or ignore. That sensation of being the one in charge, the one who gave this adorable Eevee girl what she needed most. \n\nA warm smile spread across his face, and a hot Flareon tongue slurped over her lips. \"... I'm all yours, darling.\" Another slurp, turning into the briefest of little kisses, broken with a wet smack that filled the air between them as he cooed, \"You... are the most beautiful girl I've ever been with.\" \n\nThe way he said that word - \"beautiful\" - she could tell it didn't mean her appearance. She was cute, attractive, and very sexy in his mind, that was true - but when those three syllables left his mouth, she pictured his real meaning in her mind. \n\nSierra's being. Her cheerful and playful personality, her affectionate love she shared with the Flareon every day, the connection that seemed to thrum between them like the sweetest note of every love song ever written. \n\nIt was all she needed. A whimpering grin lit up her face, distorted by hot tears spilling from both eyes. Before he could feel any alarm, any fear of upsetting her, Sierra's lips met his again - locking into a much fiercer, much heavier kiss of passion. \n\nAnd her rump fell. \n\nTheir minds exploded together in ecstasy, the rest of the world vanishing in its burst of heat. A cry of bliss echoed in their lungs, lungs that were starved of air as the kiss went on and on and on, her cunt squeezing around his heated dick as if it had dared to leave and never return - and her own orgasm was striking full force, her breeding tunnel wrapped tight and a splatter of her feminine juices making a wet mess between their crotches, scented with such a lovely aroma... \n\nJust when he thought he must pass out from suffocation, her lips popped from his, both of them taking in a heavy gasp of air. She again did not waste time - grateful and loving tears still spilled freshly from her eyes as she smiled at him, straddling his body and moving her rear end in rolling motions that drove his cock in and out of her heavenly slit. \n\nThere were no words after that. Her efforts were spent solely on riding him, on bringing that pink member in and out with such fervor that her pleasure-drunk mind couldn't handle it. Retra could only watch, awestruck and panting with a dumb grin on his face. She was in charge. \n\nShe always had been. \n\nHow many minutes passed like this, her body gyrating atop his as the male received the best sex he'd felt in an eternity... their minds were incapable of measuring it. Short as a flickering flame, long as the drifting sun across the sky, both and neither at the same time. Her hips rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm, her warm sex squeezing around his member with each entry it made inside her. Wet sounds and squelches filled the air around them, the soundtrack to their lovemaking as they rode down this river of pleasure together, in a tight embrace. \n\nSierra was cumming for what must have been the fifth time by now, her body drunk in throes of pleasure as it rode him and treated that dick with love and affection, shuddering in ecstasy with every rub and grind of its rigid flesh against her breeding tunnel as fluids spilled freely. The scent of sex was all around them like a bubble as she kept on riding and humping, her forepaws on his beating chest as hindpaws held her weight and let those muscles work, and with the heavier moans she felt in his chest she knew the time had come... \n\n... as she hoped it would, because her strength had finally run dry. A cry echoed out from her as she dropped her rump down with one last effort, the extra weight popping in his knot into her cunt as if it belonged there all along. \"Fill me,\" she whimpered into his ear, begging, pleading once again. \n\nThere was no need to move on Retra's part. His body had been held down the entire time by her ride, cock throbbing needily inside of her pussy as she worked so studiously. And now he simply wrapped his paws around her body and hugged, the hug of a tired but happy lover as he came a second time. \n\n\"...oooohhhh.....!\" \n\nHer coo into his ears was divine. Sierra could scarcely believe how amazing it felt, his cum spurting into her womb, each thick rope adding to the volume and already making her tummy feel swollen and tight, as if he'd been so fertile she already was carrying his eggs...! \n\nIt was too much. With a passionate moan, Sierra passed out, panting and groaning into his ear. \n\nRetra purred in bliss, filling up her womb with his seed as his hindpaws twitched. Gods above, how wonderful she felt... and what a talented girl Sierra was! \n\nShe must have learned a lot from her parents... \n\nThat thought leaked in, like air sneaking into a small hole that threatened to pop their balloon of pleasure all at once. A tiny bit of his mind woke up and worried - they'd been at it for awhile, and likely not that quietly, either... did they...? \n\nA glance over at the door showed its crack of light widened, and a sliver of Qwazzy's face peering in. \n\nRetra's heart stopped - squeezed tight by an invisible fist. He could only stare in shock and horror, every possible and awful thing washing over him at once, every conceivable rage-induced punishment - \n\n- was washed away and drowned, as that Umbreon's face split into an amused little grin, and a \"Way to go, player!\" wink. \n\nAnd he was gone, the door pushed back to its prior little crack of light. \n\nIt was too much. With a relieved groan, Retra passed out, holding Sierra in his paws, as his warm cum simmered in her womb. \n\n---------------- \n\n\"Are they done?\" \n\nQwazzy nodded to Emma as they finished up the cleaning in the living room, both of them then retiring to the couch's comforts. It certainly hadn't been a hard job, even if they'd been the only one doing it - Sierra and Retra had both been pretty obviously distracted and hadn't done much between them. Neither Qwazzy or Emma minded that, of course - they would have happily done it ten times over if it meant being clued in to this little escapade between the other two inhabitants of their home. Better than any TV show. \n\nHis paw wrapped around her torso as the pair cuddled. \"You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. Sierra had already fallen asleep, poor thing.\" \n\n\"Retra's the 'poor thing' by the sound of it,\" Emma giggled, her tail lashing about pleasantly. \"Did you hear how hard Sierra was going at him?\" \n\n\"I'd need earplugs not to.\" Another Qwazzy-flavored chuckle, a tired favorite of his. \n\n\"Hmmh.\" Her lips rested against his chest with a dreamy huff. \"I guess they'll know we're aware of their antics now.\" \n\n\"For a good month or so, although apparently Retra didn't know that,\" he conceded with a laugh. \n\nA warm pause passed between them, as they simply enjoyed one another's company. He sometimes liked to amuse himself with thoughts of how silly it seemed, having this human-like house to themselves as feral creatures in the woods. But in quiet moments like this, the idea didn't seem so laughable. It was... like a dream that had somehow come true of its own magic, in a way. And he felt blessed to be apart of it, especially with Emma beside him. \n\n\"... 'course, now that they'll know, we might as well invite them to be a little more open with it.\" \n\nA knowing look passed from Emma's raised head between Qwazzy's dipped one as she responded. \"So Retra's not off limits to either of us anymore, huh?\" \n\n\"He never was,\" Qwazzy murmured. \"But I liked letting him enjoy Sierra - so far, he seems to have been the best first lover she could have ever had. But I know you like having his warm cock inside you too.\" Another Qwazzy-flavored wink, a different favorite. \n\n\"Not as much as yours,\" she cooed, resting her head between his legs and using those scented sheath-and-balls as a pillow. \n\n\"Mmm,\" he mused, petting between her ears as the sun continued to dip downwards, the sunset casting its warm light into the room. \"Either way, we'll have to make sure they both get more involved with us now... the more, the merrier...\" \n\nEmma could not help but agree with a wiggle of bliss, listening to him purr. \n\nPrivate flings were fun, but the household's setting of casually open intimacy was her favorite thing about it - and once Sierra learned she was welcome in it, things should get much more interesting around here... ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sierra was... hungry.

It wasn't difficult for Retra to see it - as the four eeveelutions cleaned and straightened up the home they lived in, he kept catching Sierra's glance in his direction, often accompanied with a less than subtle wink or lick of her lips. It was hard to conceal the red blush on his cheeks, but so far Qwazzy and Emma didn't seem to suspect anything, if his glances in their direction were any indication.

Granted, having either or both of them noticing what was going on between Retra and Sierra wasn't exactly a bad thing. Considering what else went on in this house that passed as "normal", the two's little attraction to one another was downright typical. Yet he still felt misgivings on being discovered, and this mindset was only further fueled by Sierra's apparent enjoyment in the "secret" theme of things.

He could tell what she wanted to do, and how could he refuse her? The two had been helping Qwazzy and Sierra clean up - a task not too difficult, and never demanded of them, but since they all used the place it seemed only fair - but if Sierra's attitude was anything to go by, she couldn't wait for the job to finish with what was on her mind. Half of Retra's glances were spared on her, the other half on Emma and Qwazzy, perhaps worried they'd notice the odd behaviour. Apparently not - Emma was quite focused with the dusting brush held in her paw, and Qwazzy was reorganizing the pillows of the couches and chairs into an aesthetic and comfortable pattern. Retra returned his gaze to Sierra, and blinked in surprise.

She was already halfway out the room, stopping only enough to give a wink and a little "are you coming or what?" shrug of her shoulder. Her pink scarf fluttered around her neck, dancing from the swaying steps of its wearer.

Gulping, the Flareon cast a furtive glance over his shoulder - the pair were still doing the same as before - and took his chance, slipping out of the room with as much graceful silence as he could muster. Up ahead was Sierra's little closet hideaway, door cracked open and the four-legged girl slipping inside with a high-raised wag of her tail, putting on display an astonishingly wet pussy - how the hell did she hide that from her parents' gaze?

Sheath plump and heart pumping, Retra followed her inside.

It was lightning fast - one of Sierra's fores pulled the door mostly shut with only a slight crack of light beaming in, and her other fore assertively pushed Retra, landing on his rump and leaning up against a stack of clean towels against the closet's wall. He barely had a second to process this before her soft little paws were spreading his legs apart, her muzzle diving down - nose shoved against brightly-furred Flareon sheath and balls, inhaling deeply through her nose with a needy little sigh.

"S-Sierra!" He yelped - or tried, but the move had driven the breath out of him, making the name slide out more like a pleasant little sigh.

She didn't respond, merely looking up at him with those adorable eyes - and winking. Lips parted, not to speak, but to exhale a warm and gentle breath across his crotch, and extend a hungrily dripping and wet tongue to sluuuuuurp between his fuzzy balls. Sllrrrp, sllrrrp, sllrrrp...

Hot breaths left his muzzle as he wiggled in place, the sensations so difficult to withstand - little flames, harmless but heated, were just barely visible in each exhale. She'd removed his ability to think, to reason, to ponder - he became a slave to the simple passionate pleasure of her soft tongue, delicately tasting his malehood, relishing its flavor, sinking into his musky scent.

A big grin was showing on Sierra's muzzle - she had him right where she wanted him, and the knowledge that her greediness pleased both of them made it all the more special. Twin eyes stared hungrily as a thick, pink, and extremely tantalizing Flareon cock emerged from the scented sheath, twitching in a need she recognized as similar to her own, throbbing as if it wanted nothing more to move of its own volition and dive into her mouth.

It could not, of course - Retra might have been able to, if ecstasy hadn't struck him paralyzed and dumb. But Sierra was more than willing to make it happen.

Her paws and chest dropped, resting atop a soft Flareon tail, her muzzle hovering over his needy dick. It was a moment she cherished fondly, her eyes flicking between that delicious pink member and the Flareon's head above hers - leaning back in a perpetually pleasure-driven sigh, eyes closed and squinted tight. Her heart was slamming in her chest, surely audible in this small closet... thump, thump, thump, thump. She'd grown to womanhood, adult and free, but nothing so far had made her feel more adult and alive than this - this exact kind of moment, setting aside such unimportant aspects like her intelligence and fiery spirit and civilized thinking.

She was Retra's Eevee girl, head between his legs, and that was where she belonged. Where she deserved to be.

Muzzle's lips parted - saliva dripping hungrily from her tongue as she dipped, wrapping her mouth snugly around his dick.

Taste leapt into her mind at the same moment the tight warmth leapt into his. A heated cooing sigh sounded from his lips, filling the space around them with its desire - an identical sigh echoed unspoken in her own head, too muffled by pink cock to join its twin between their ears.

Sierra wasn't well versed in foreplay - too much teasing, too much tantalizing, too much emphasis on the moment and the buildup. Already Retra was mere moments away from reaching his peak, and she'd just put his shaft in her muzzle for the first moment since they'd snuck away. But she wasn't disappointed, wasn't inclined to drag it out any longer than that - letting things take their natural course felt right to her, and there were always other sessions. Many, many other sessions.

So her lips were not reluctant or gentle as they suckled - bobbing her head up and down, their ears filling with wet sounds of a soft tongue slurping greedily along his dick, paws reaching over to pet and stroke his balls full of a delicious treat she was determined to claim.

Retra knew none of this thinking or reasoning. His entire being was lost in an endless sea, floating in erotic warmth of such strength that could only have been summoned by Sierra's soft touch, her wet tasting tongue, and tight little lips. In moments like this, he would have done anything for her. If she'd stopped and ordered him to set their closet love-nest aflame, he would have done it for just another few seconds of soft lips on his malehood.

Yet she demanded nothing of the sort - that cream-colored Eevee angel tended to his needs freely, with love and lust, and a need of her own that in its own way burned far brighter than his.

Retra gasped, moaned, sighed... and reached his peak. Sierra's grin only widened as she ascended from his dick, leaving only the throbbing tip in her muzzle as the first throb delivered its rope of seed onto her tongue.

Oh gods, the taste...! Strong, spicy hot, feeling almost like it sizzled on her tongue with his special flavor...!

Greed won over affection, and those lips sucked with strength, one forepaw rising to stroke up and down his wet cock, milking it - feeling it throb against her soft pink pawpads, splattering spurt after spurt after spurt of that hot creamy cum on her tongue, down her throat, everywhere...!

It was all hers - a gift from Retra for her efforts, the Flareon not even lifting his head, much less a paw, to try and stop her or dictate how to receive it. And she received it the way she wanted to - half of the creamy seed spilling down her throat to sate the hunger of her belly, and a sudden drawing back of her head letting the remaining half messily splatter all over her face and neckfluff - eyes daringly opened to watch each rope fire from his throbbing dicktip towards her face. No accidental eye-shots so far! Maybe she was just lucky like that.

It was all over in seconds, even if the pleasure felt both longer and shorter at the same time. Retra's eyes slowly opened with a heavy grunt, head lifting, and a bright blush on his cheeks reforming at the sight of Sierra - giggling cutely, her face messy with his cum.

"G-Geez..." A weary little chuckle graced the air between them as his paw raised, petting softly between her ears with little care for whether or not it got messy in the process. "You don't waste time, do you, darling?"

"Not with you," she cooed, nuzzling upward at his paw. "You're too irresistible..."

The pink cock throbbed between his legs wearily, as if to agree.

A pleased huff of flame-tinged air warmed the air between them from his lips as she sat up, rump wiggling.

"Now then," she murmured, standing on all fours.

An understanding glint passed through his eyes. "... not done, darling?"

She almost seemed surprised that he even had to ask. "Does this look done to you?" She pointed with a paw as she climbed atop him - and with a jump of his heart (and shaft) he saw her slit hovering just above his crotch - wet and dripping with her fluids, sweet-scented and needy.

Her lips brushed by his ear, warm breath tickling his fur. "I need you inside of me," she confessed with a whimper. "I need your seed so desperately, I can't stand it... c-can I...? Please...?"

Would he have ever said no? Such a scenario never could have reached his mind. Yet her pleading look as she leaned back to meet his eyes, her own nearly shimmering with tears, tickled an underlying part of him that he always seemed to forget or ignore. That sensation of being the one in charge, the one who gave this adorable Eevee girl what she needed most.

A warm smile spread across his face, and a hot Flareon tongue slurped over her lips. "... I'm all yours, darling." Another slurp, turning into the briefest of little kisses, broken with a wet smack that filled the air between them as he cooed, "You... are the most beautiful girl I've ever been with."

The way he said that word - "beautiful" - she could tell it didn't mean her appearance. She was cute, attractive, and very sexy in his mind, that was true - but when those three syllables left his mouth, she pictured his real meaning in her mind.

Sierra's being. Her cheerful and playful personality, her affectionate love she shared with the Flareon every day, the connection that seemed to thrum between them like the sweetest note of every love song ever written.

It was all she needed. A whimpering grin lit up her face, distorted by hot tears spilling from both eyes. Before he could feel any alarm, any fear of upsetting her, Sierra's lips met his again - locking into a much fiercer, much heavier kiss of passion.

And her rump fell.

Their minds exploded together in ecstasy, the rest of the world vanishing in its burst of heat. A cry of bliss echoed in their lungs, lungs that were starved of air as the kiss went on and on and on, her cunt squeezing around his heated dick as if it had dared to leave and never return - and her own orgasm was striking full force, her breeding tunnel wrapped tight and a splatter of her feminine juices making a wet mess between their crotches, scented with such a lovely aroma...

Just when he thought he must pass out from suffocation, her lips popped from his, both of them taking in a heavy gasp of air. She again did not waste time - grateful and loving tears still spilled freshly from her eyes as she smiled at him, straddling his body and moving her rear end in rolling motions that drove his cock in and out of her heavenly slit.

There were no words after that. Her efforts were spent solely on riding him, on bringing that pink member in and out with such fervor that her pleasure-drunk mind couldn't handle it. Retra could only watch, awestruck and panting with a dumb grin on his face. She was in charge.

She always had been.

How many minutes passed like this, her body gyrating atop his as the male received the best sex he'd felt in an eternity... their minds were incapable of measuring it. Short as a flickering flame, long as the drifting sun across the sky, both and neither at the same time. Her hips rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm, her warm sex squeezing around his member with each entry it made inside her. Wet sounds and squelches filled the air around them, the soundtrack to their lovemaking as they rode down this river of pleasure together, in a tight embrace.

Sierra was cumming for what must have been the fifth time by now, her body drunk in throes of pleasure as it rode him and treated that dick with love and affection, shuddering in ecstasy with every rub and grind of its rigid flesh against her breeding tunnel as fluids spilled freely. The scent of sex was all around them like a bubble as she kept on riding and humping, her forepaws on his beating chest as hindpaws held her weight and let those muscles work, and with the heavier moans she felt in his chest she knew the time had come...

... as she hoped it would, because her strength had finally run dry. A cry echoed out from her as she dropped her rump down with one last effort, the extra weight popping in his knot into her cunt as if it belonged there all along. "Fill me," she whimpered into his ear, begging, pleading once again.

There was no need to move on Retra's part. His body had been held down the entire time by her ride, cock throbbing needily inside of her pussy as she worked so studiously. And now he simply wrapped his paws around her body and hugged, the hug of a tired but happy lover as he came a second time.

"...oooohhhh.....!"

Her coo into his ears was divine. Sierra could scarcely believe how amazing it felt, his cum spurting into her womb, each thick rope adding to the volume and already making her tummy feel swollen and tight, as if he'd been so fertile she already was carrying his eggs...!

It was too much. With a passionate moan, Sierra passed out, panting and groaning into his ear.

Retra purred in bliss, filling up her womb with his seed as his hindpaws twitched. Gods above, how wonderful she felt... and what a talented girl Sierra was!

She must have learned a lot from her parents...

That thought leaked in, like air sneaking into a small hole that threatened to pop their balloon of pleasure all at once. A tiny bit of his mind woke up and worried - they'd been at it for awhile, and likely not that quietly, either... did they...?

A glance over at the door showed its crack of light widened, and a sliver of Qwazzy's face peering in.

Retra's heart stopped - squeezed tight by an invisible fist. He could only stare in shock and horror, every possible and awful thing washing over him at once, every conceivable rage-induced punishment -

- was washed away and drowned, as that Umbreon's face split into an amused little grin, and a "Way to go, player!" wink.

And he was gone, the door pushed back to its prior little crack of light.

It was too much. With a relieved groan, Retra passed out, holding Sierra in his paws, as his warm cum simmered in her womb.

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"Are they done?"

Qwazzy nodded to Emma as they finished up the cleaning in the living room, both of them then retiring to the couch's comforts. It certainly hadn't been a hard job, even if they'd been the only one doing it - Sierra and Retra had both been pretty obviously distracted and hadn't done much between them. Neither Qwazzy or Emma minded that, of course - they would have happily done it ten times over if it meant being clued in to this little escapade between the other two inhabitants of their home. Better than any TV show.

His paw wrapped around her torso as the pair cuddled. "You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. Sierra had already fallen asleep, poor thing."

"Retra's the 'poor thing' by the sound of it," Emma giggled, her tail lashing about pleasantly. "Did you hear how hard Sierra was going at him?"

"I'd need earplugs not to." Another Qwazzy-flavored chuckle, a tired favorite of his.

"Hmmh." Her lips rested against his chest with a dreamy huff. "I guess they'll know we're aware of their antics now."

"For a good month or so, although apparently Retra didn't know that," he conceded with a laugh.

A warm pause passed between them, as they simply enjoyed one another's company. He sometimes liked to amuse himself with thoughts of how silly it seemed, having this human-like house to themselves as feral creatures in the woods. But in quiet moments like this, the idea didn't seem so laughable. It was... like a dream that had somehow come true of its own magic, in a way. And he felt blessed to be apart of it, especially with Emma beside him.

"... 'course, now that they'll know, we might as well invite them to be a little more open with it."

A knowing look passed from Emma's raised head between Qwazzy's dipped one as she responded. "So Retra's not off limits to either of us anymore, huh?"

"He never was," Qwazzy murmured. "But I liked letting him enjoy Sierra - so far, he seems to have been the best first lover she could have ever had. But I know you like having his warm cock inside you too." Another Qwazzy-flavored wink, a different favorite.

"Not as much as yours," she cooed, resting her head between his legs and using those scented sheath-and-balls as a pillow.

"Mmm," he mused, petting between her ears as the sun continued to dip downwards, the sunset casting its warm light into the room. "Either way, we'll have to make sure they both get more involved with us now... the more, the merrier..."

Emma could not help but agree with a wiggle of bliss, listening to him purr.

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