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Small Yet Satisfying
Somewhere a few dozen miles from Adventure City was a forest. It hadn't been there a century ago, when the area had been farmland, so the trees were still in their youth, proud tall and green. There were no paths into it, no parks or trails, just a patch of dark green among the more pale grasslands that surrounded it. No paths with just one exception; a narrow ditch, thirty feet across and as straight as an arrow, cutting into the forest from its western side. Though now grassy, where it cut trees had been knocked aside like so many bowling pins in some sort of colossal alley. At the end of the ditch, half buried, was a dark gray metal sphere. Its surface was a collection of hexagonal and pentagonal plates, like a massive, overly complex soccer ball. Aside from that it was nearly featureless except for a small port near the base. It had sat there for some time, day after day, week after week, month after month. It was, in its way, a small, unobtrusive thing, easily overlooked and forgotten by everyone.
Almost everyone.
The ditch, grassy though it was, also bore the marks of regular, if unusual, visitation. Something large and heavy had repeatedly driven along it, pressing broad, flat tracks into the soft soil. Even a casual observer would have noticed they were far wider and deeper than anything a car or truck would make, something more suited to a tank. This combined with their destination would lead one to believe the sphere was a secret base of some sort. And they wouldn't be wrong.
Everest didn't officially own the 'base'. Or even unofficially. In all likelihood she could only keep using it because nobody else -on two legs or four- knew it existed. The mayor of Foggy Bottom might have known it existed once, when it was the central dome in some spiderlike machine involved in one of his many, many, many failed plans, but he'd probably forgotten about it soon after the Paw Patrol had blasted it from its perch and sent it flying across the landscape and into its new home. The rest of the patrol certainly had, with the exception of one husky pup. After all, who wouldn't want a secret base to sneak off to after a hard day's work? The city tower was fine, but it lacked the kind of privacy she so desperately needed.
The young canine's tank-like conveyance rumbled to a halt just outside the looming construct and she hopped briskly out of it carrying two large bags of nuts, a small pouch containing some neat rocks she'd found, a packet of beef jerky Skye wouldn't be getting her grubby paws on no matter what she thought, and a three inch tall decorative ceramic fire hydrant. A secret, secure domed fortress in the middle of nowhere? The perfect place to store all those little things that were well and truly yours and yours alone. Speaking of...
"SQUIRREL!"
Her voice boomed out as soon as she'd typed in the secret entry code (1, 2, 3, 4, 5; the mayor wasn't the brightest bulb in the city.), echoing throughout the dome as she stepped inside. There was no response. Strange, he should have been aware of her arrival, it was hardly subtle, what with her driving several tons of metal right up to the door.
"SQUIRREL!"
Another yelp, and no reply. She sniffed the air. It didn't smell like dead rodent. There was always the risk he'd starved to death, that was the only problem. Well, that and him maybe messing with her stuff, but he wouldn't be that stupid. Or suicidal.
Some poking around eventually unearthed a retractable leash holster, its lead trailing off into the distance. Everest picked it up and pressed the retraction button. There was a whirring as the leash went taut, a moment of resistance, then a surprised squeak followed by clattering as something small and fuzzy was dragged from wherever it had been napping through the miscellaneous junk that filled the hidden base. Seconds later the tethered squirrel popped into view, paws scrabbling madly at the smooth metal floor, desperately trying to cling to something to avoid being dragged forward, to no avail. A second later there was a *SNAP!* as the leash retracted fully, leaving the sciurine dangling from Everest's paw, before she released her grip and let him plummet to the ground with a thud. The collar had been a good investment; it had been designed to restrain the members of the patrol and so it couldn't easily be removed by those lacking proper puppy power. It certainly made her little pet easier to locate.
She dumped the bags of assorted nuts on the floor, letting them spill out everywhere with a crash. It wasn't as if the rodent was particularly neat himself, though sheer lack of anything else to do had managed to have him keep the dome in pretty neat shape. Squirrel chow delivered, she busied herself looking for places to put her newest acquisitions, where she could most easily access them when she returned next.
The squirrel, Skater, was dazed and confused. He'd been right in the middle of an eighteen hour power nap when he'd been very rudely awoken, and he was still rather unsure of exactly where, or even when he was. The dome had no windows, so it was impossible to mark the passing of the days, or even seasons. How long had he been imprisoned? A week? A year? A long time certainly, yet hos captor never seemed to grow an inch taller. How old was she now? Maybe she was part corgi. It was hard to tell. the only things that broke the monotony were Everest's visits; aside from her, life was nothing but an endless cycle of snacks and naps. It was, truly, a living hell.
There was a sudden tug at his neck, the pup having once more picked up the leash, pulling him along. He stumbled a bit, legs still heavy from sleep, and was half dragged to an area with a low table. Along the way he tripped over a few walnuts that were scattered on the floor, welcome replacements for the bag of cashews he'd just finished that morning. There Everest began carefully removing some objects from her saddlebags, probably more valuable trinkets she wanted to keep safe. Once they were appropriately placed, angled just so to her satisfaction, she turned to her accomplice with a self-satisfied smirk. When she spoke her voice was cool and clipped, devoid of the usual cheer her friends knew and striking a far more serious tone than many would have suspected possible.
"Another successful mission. This little beauty almost got away from me, but I snagged it in the end. If I want something I always get it, sooner or later, isn't that right, squirrel?"
She picked up her packet of jerky, tossing it high in the towards the ceiling before snatching it out of the air a second before it hit the ground. Her eyes sparkled like the depths of a glacier, a grin showing off just a hint of ivory white teeth as she smiled at the sciurine next to her. He had a name of course, but she wasn't going to learn it. That would be a waste of good brainpower. There was, after all, a certain delight to be taken in reminding the brushtail exactly where he stood, compared to her. Outside she had to be nice and friendly and equitable. But here... here was her domain and she could do as she wished. Skater didn't bother to stare back, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Why were all the ice wolves so crazy? At least this one was only twice his height.
"Nothing like something tasty after a hard day's work!"
Suddenly and without warning she lunged forward her mouth opening wide, bands of drool drooping down from her maw. On reflex the small buck flinched and turned his head away, closing his eyes and arching his neck. It wasn't out of fear, but simply plain squirrely instinct. Before he could catch himself he felt her long, warm tongue slide across his neck in a slow, teasing slurp, hot breaths pouring across his body. She traced her tongue up under his chin then across his face. Coating him in warmth, leaving a streak of ruffled, wet fur across his muzzle. As she pulled back she licked her lips, showing ever more of those pointed canine teeth with a soft sigh.
"Ahhhh, you know how we canines are about meat. Speaking of..."
She hopped up on the table, making the ceramic hydrant bounce and almost fall over, once more tossing the bag of jerky into the air. Without any pause she snapped at it, tearing it open. It landed on the table next to her, scattering treats across its surface. Some scattered to the floor and Skater made a note of where they were. As much as he liked having nuts in his mouth, he did want to pack it with a bit of meat now and then. Everest meanwhile was idly flicking snacks into her maw, crunching them loudly while looking down at the leash in her paw and the squirrel in front and beneath her.
With a smile, she lifted one of her strong hind legs and placed it atop his left shoulder, the weight of it guiding him down, twisting his body as he sank to his knees. She pushed further, all the way down until the brushtail was flipped onto his back. A tug of the leash pulled him closer to her, guiding the pink pads of her paw to his face. Familiar with this little display he turned his head to the side, allowing the weight of the heavy paw to softly push his face against the cool, smooth metal floor. She placed her other blunt-clawed foot over his groin. This too was something the squirrel knew well and as two of her wandering toes expertly grasped his swelling sheath his rapidly hardening cock soon poked out between them. He reached up, idly stroking the powerful leg holding him down. Everest smirked, a piece of jerky sticking out of her mouth like a strange cigar as she cooed down at her prey.
"Yes, that's it, know your place. You're to be under my paws, where you belong, until I'm done snacking"
Skater sighed, accepting her domination with a resigned smile. He closed his eyes, trying his best to focus on the paw between his legs, rather than hearing Everest loudly continue to tear through her snacks. At least, as she did, she started to move her foot over his pointed cock, slowly stroking his shaft between her surprisingly soft pawpads. This was her way of... rewarding her pet for his obedience for his being in his proper place, and for not wrecking any of her stuff while she was gone. It also served to warm up the pup herself for what would come next. Skater's heart pounded in his chest and he licked his lips in anticipation, pulse quickening and body growing hot as the domineering bitch delivered a long, slow pawjob. Not that she could ever allow him to completely enjoy himself of course. Every so often, she gently ground her heavy footpaw down on his head, just enough to remind him of where he stood. This was for her enjoyment, not his.
After a few minutes, there was a rustle, then a more insistent crinkling as an empty bag was thoroughly investigated for stray morsels. Distracted, the canine paw paused in its rubbing and grinding, laying atop him, squeezing his dick between two pads almost painfully hard. He had little choice but to keep his place, her other paw still firmly planted against his cheek. After a moment, she removed her foot from his dick, dragging it agonizingly slowly up his shaft, forcing a whimper to escape his lips. She left him twitching, his tip already leaking, heavy drops of pre forming and slowly making their way down his length.
"Nnngh... Please..."
A snicker from up above as the dog shifted position slightly, her paw lowering until it was just a hair's breadth above his needy member, idly kicking back and forth but never quite making contact. The squirrel squirmed, hips bucking upwards only to have the tantalizing paw lift away just in time, leaving him aching for her touch.
"Please? Please what, rodent?"
"Please, Everest."
The pressure on his face vanished. He didn't have to look up to know she had the most smug smile on her face right at that moment.She enjoyed watching him squirm, and after so long doing this little dance he wasn't sure anymore if he didn't sorta like it as well. His gaze turned up to to her, face blushing hot under his fur, her cold gaze meeting his, her tongue still darting about her muzzle picking jerky crumbs out of her otherwise immaculate fur. She laughed.
"Had enough already? Wow, you're even more desperate today than usual."
Her other paw lifted, though not before gently grinding his face into the ground one last time before tucking under his body and lifting upwards. He was pulled up, draped over her foot as she raised his smaller form to waist level. From his vantage point Skater could see, tucked between her legs, a hot sex already glistening with anticipation. The slow wag of a lush tail was wafting her scent in his direction, heated and aroused. A single sniff made his whiskers twitch, turning the occasional drip from his throbbing length into a steady stream. She was getting into this too, but not nearly as much as he was. Why were all the ice wolves so damn hot? It just wasn't fair! Two paws reached down, interrupting his thoughts as they picked him up. The patroller held him in front of her, wearing a mischievous grin.
"So impatient, so impatient. You're lucky I'm in a good mood. And well fed. You're such a small little thing that I could just snap you up like any other treat. Of course..."
One paw let go of him, leaving him dangling, by his collar from the other. If he had any sciurine pride left he would have made some token attempt at escape. A wriggle or a twist perhaps. Instead he just hung there, leaking onto the floor below as the canine's right paw reached up between his legs and gave his sensitive length a quick flick with a digit. His entire body tensing as he hissed and he inhaled sharply at the sudden shock of sensation. His paw came away with a silvery streak, a thin strand of pre joining it to his dick before it broke. She rubbed two fingers together, spreading it around before giving the paw an indulgent lick.
"...maybe that's what you want? For me to just swallow you down?"
He nodded, almost involuntarily. The admission made him blush harder, he could feel the blood pooling his cheeks, as well as elsewhere. He squeaked in surprised as he was suddenly let lose, a claw deftly unclipping his leash from his collar and letting him plummet to the ground. There was a muffled thud next to him as the dog jumped down from her makeshift seat, landing with all four paws on the ground, standing before him.
With a flourish she threw her head back, tossing the snug woolen hat she wore into a corner. A quick click unfastened her collar, which clattered to the metallic floor. Finally, with a few shakes and shrugs, she pulled off her entire outfit, saddlebags and all. When it hit the ground it made a booming sound, a surprisingly heavy weight for such a short pup to be carrying, let alone wearing. Free of her constraints the canine gave a few playful bounces, kicking her legs out wildly to celebrate the relative freedom, before flipping neatly onto her back, lifting her head up to look between her four outstretched limbs at the squirrel sprawled before her.
All Skater could do was stare. It was all he could ever do. Everest always just seemed so much more... exposed somehow without her colorful outfit. For a buck who'd never worn a stitch of clothing in his life, it was a strange feeling. She lay there, ready, waiting and dripping, in front of him, making an idle tugging motion with her paw. It was a very clear signal, get over here. Once again, he could run, not that there was anyplace to run to. Besides which, sometimes she liked a chase. Sometimes she made him run. As if on cue, there was a deep growl from her direction.
"Well? Are you going to thank me for your rescue and accommodations, or are you just going to stand there, drooling from both ends?"
But not today it seemed. Today she wanted action. She continued to lie on the ground, flat on her back, her legs spread invitingly. Wanting a... 'reward' for rescuing him. From a tree. He'd never seen a more transparent excuse in his life. On the other hand her idea of paying her back was hardly unpleasant or tedious. Who was he to object to her demands? He walked over, his heart beating out of his chest, cock raised and rock-hard, pointed at her waiting sex and so very eager to make contact. As always her larger size made things... fun, but he'd been with far bigger, and more impatient, wolves than this. A quick hop was enough to land him on her soft chest, paws sinking into snow-pale fur. He took the moment to savor her beautiful body, and her rapid, powerful heartbeat thudding up through the pads of his paws. Even for one so much bigger than him she was packing a surprising amount of power, something that was more than a little intimidating. And arousing.
And then there was her scent. A sharp, crisp and inviting perfume that was increasingly mixed with the headier pheromones rising on heated air from between her legs. He was positive his own body had been thoroughly marked and saturated with it, even if it had been a week since he'd seen her last. He wanted longer to sample it but this little pause had been more than enough for the overeager pup. When he lingered further, she gave a warning growl from between suddenly bared teeth. A simple sound that said a lot; that she owned him, controlled him, and was growing impatient. A paw settled on his back, pressing down more firmly but still allowing him to admire her body for the moment. He stroked his own paw through her stomachfur, running his fingers over the buried muscle beneath, in awe of their firmness. Supple and yet unyielding. Definitely better than Skye.
"I want to fuck, squirrel. Now."
Skater gulped, eager to not invoke the ire of his mistress, a shiver sparking down his spine at hearing her being so direct and vulgar. He lay down, stretching out his arms, wrapping them around her ample body, unable by far to wrap them around her but still hugging her tight. It was a small, cute gesture, and it pleased his canine partner. She gave another growl; a deep, low moan of anticipation, her powerful legs crossing over his back, holding him down in an inescapable hug of their own. They could run across frozen tundra for hours without tiring and now he was firmly in their grasp. He exhaled a hot breath into her fur on her chest as he lined himself up with her waiting entrance. That at least was easy, he had a big target to aim for and could feel her hot folds caressing his dick. He could have enjoyed that alone for hours, just teasing himself slowly in and out, feeling her sex embrace him, but she wasn't one for such games. Instead he slowly eased himself in. Her slick sex smoothly parted to allow his entry, well toned walls sucking in his cock so sleekly that she almost pulled him forward by his length. His breath hitched, catching in his throat, from the pleasure quite literally enveloping him, Everest tilted her head back and practically purred as she gave a compliment that only a dog would.
"Mmmmm, such a good boy."
Skater breathed out slowly, the moment of tension passed, remaining buried deep in her for a moment as he let her tight wetness squeeze down around him. Then he carefully and slowly, begin to pull back out, placing his hands on her thick legs and getting a grip to help his balance as his cock slid out of her, her impossibly tight pussy squeezing his member every inch of the journey. When he finally pulled completely back out, he could feel the thick, sticky coat of canine juices covering his exposed cock, as well as utterly soaking the fur of his crotch. He had been less drenched after three hours of hard fucking, had less juice on his dick after screwing a watermelon. He shuddered at the sheer, animalistic excess of his partner.
Everest caught him hesitating again, the paw on his back beginning to stroke him in an almost tender manner, her voice cooing at him, a playful, teasing tone in it as she feigned concern. She reached over, one of her blunt claws, slowly stroking his neck with careful caresses, an evil smile on her muzzle.
"Awww, poor little squirrel. I'm too much for him, aren't I? He can't even breed me, he's all tired. Why did I even rescue him? Probably because he can't survive a day in the wild."
"H-hey!"
"Mmmm? You think you can actually please me this time? Be useful as a mate rather than a squeak toy?"
She snapped her jaws for emphasis, the sound echoing out inside the empty room. Despite himself, Skater twitched, feeling his needy length grow somehow more stiff. Her nonchalant display of power enamored him, and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to please her. To be her fucktoy to play with and enjoy. He didn't know when being used like this started getting him off, but he was utterly ruined now. A quiet, whimpering moan escaped his lips as his body began to act on its own, desperate to please the bitch demanding use of him. He rolled his hips forward again, once more pushing in as far as he could go, waves of pleasure dancing across his loins with every push. It was like thrusting into the plushest, most warm cushion imaginable. Just an endless love tunnel that took everything he had to give and demanded more. Everest growled again. It's a sound of pure delight, and she reached down and stroked his shoulders, tapping his back with her claws and spreading her legs wider.
"Ahhhh, seems this squirrel is good for one thing..."
He was good at this, far more than his partner would ever be willing to admit. He was experienced. But that same experience told him that any objection now would be pointless. Instead he quickened his pace, warm sparks of pleasure racing out from the point of contact, racing through both of them. He was in heaven, the tight, stroking pussy of an eager bitch inviting him in, just to squeeze and caress him on the way out, every push sending bolts of pure bliss up his body and deep into his core. It felt so good, thrusting away between Everest's legs. It felt right. She was evidently enjoying herself as well. Her head was tilted way back, to the point the tip of her nose was almost touching the floor, her eyes squeezed closed, her long tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted heavily. Relishing the sciurine strokes, barking snarls and pleasured yelps with every movement. Her body moves under his, undulating to match his downward thrusts, almost throwing him off with the energy of her hips rising to meet his. But this wasn't his first rodeo, he held on tight, able to just sit back and let her bounce him in and out of her at times.
Her body gripped and squeezed him so firmly he squeaked. He ran his paws over her heaving chest, again admiring her raw strength, able to run his nails over her stomach without the slightest risk of causing damage. Indeed the gesture seems only to spur her on to new heights of passion. Dragging his paws up and down her body, he began to slowly scritch her, a move that make his mistress growl in blissful satisfaction.
"Nnnf! Fuck.... squirrel knows what I like."
He nodded, his face flush beneath his fur, a little embarrassed this was true, but also pleased at the compliment. It was nice to have a partner who was so... doggish. Belly rubs cured all ills. Though it did make him wonder how often she swore outside of his company. Did the patrol know about her potty mouth? No matter. He moved onto her legs, stroking the pale fur on the inside of her thigh, his hips still rolling into her pussy, balls slapping against the soft cushion of her sex, dripping with her fluids and his. He stroked her powerful legs, feeling them kick in response, the firm muscle underneath always a reminder of her ecellent ability. He could hardly believe how all that strength was now lying below him, flat on its back and almost helpless. The proud pup how it's letting him mate with her, serve her. More considerate than some bitches he'd known. And all the while the canine pussy was sucking his cock better than any muzzle he'd known, providing a sensation few other squirrels would ever feel. It was truly a gift, and one he received gladly.
"So eager now? So much fun when you get into it, squirrel. This is why I keep you tucked away here to use when I want, not outside getting into trouble."
Her domineering words only drove him to further heights of lust and energy. Taking an aggressive stance for once, he began to slam himself against her body; sweat soaking the fur on his face, breathing becoming hot and ragged as the tension seemed to focus into his length. He could feel the pressure, rising and falling, growing closer and closer to his tip with every thrust, nearer and nearer to breaking free. So close tot he finish line he began to truly unleash himself. He knew well that no matter how hard he slammed into his partner her soft fur and sex would always cushion the blow. Wet slaps sounded out as he threw his entire body into every deep dicked thrust, trying as hard as he could to penetrate her core. Everest's panting growling became higher, quicker, louder, all signs of her growing pleasure. Her loins tightened around his shaft, and she purred in delight. As he continued to pound against her, she finally lifted her head to get a good look at her pet. Cold blue eyes like the depths of the sea bored into Skater and he almost felt himself getting lost in their deep stare. Pulling himself back from the brink, and also right out of her hot entrance, he surged forward suddenly. Slamming into her pussy with everything he had, pushing up against her waist, he buried his dick into her up to the base of his sheath, sinking into her hot depths.
"HNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!"
The sudden move caught her off-guard, and her eyes went wide as a rising orgasm rolled over her. She let out a howl, long and deep and loud enough to practically be a roar, her entire body shuddering in satisfaction, toes curling, paws clawing at the floor. Her body quaked under her squirrel's as it was wracked again and again with tides of pleasure. Each spasm was accompanied by an almost crushing pressure on every inch of his dick, smothering it in a slick wet warmth. Skater's lust-addled mind was barely able to comprehend the fact that he had once more satisfied her before, with the subconscious knowledge and another final push, he sent himself into his own orgasm.
"NNGH! FF-FF-F-F-FF-UUUCK!"
It picked him up and rolled through him in a veritable storm of white hot release, his cock twitching and throbbing and dumping load after load of sticky squirrel seed into a waiting pussy which swallowed every drop without pause. Unearthly delight shot through him with every incredible pulse as the pup's body milked his shaft in movements based in pure, feral instinct. Everest writhed under him; the canine tossing her head side-to-side in rapid, whiplike motions, unleashing a series of delighted snarls as she did. He came and came and came into her until he was spent. And yet still he was pulled forward, milked further, drained of everything he had and more over long, long, blissful minutes. It was only when Everest's own powerful climax began to taper off that the constant waves of sexual ecstasy finally started to fade. As she quietend the potent, milking peaks gradually dwindled into small, sputtering jolts of pleasure. It was maybe five minutes later that everything was fianlly done and Skater was reduced to nothing but a soaked, sweaty mess, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath atop his equally overheated and sticky partner. His cock was still buried deep in her sex, milked completely dry and kept stiff only by its blissful confinement there.
He panted, gasping for air, Everest doing the same; making his entire body rise and fall with her chest, one of her paws resting upon his back. She licked her lips, looking down at the sciurine with contented eyes before lifting her paw and gently running her blunt claws through his fur. For a moment everything was peaceful as they recovered. But after the shared moment of intimacy, the canine was quick to recover. She took amusement in his continued exhaustion and chuckled.
"Tired, squirrely? Guess your batteries ran out."
She reached a paw down between her legs, firmly nudging the buck aside, flipping him onto his back and almost off of her supine form as she did so. Every last drop of cum had been drawn from him, but his shaft still glistened with her juices. Her paw pulled away wet and sticky and she stared at it a moment.
"My my, you've made quite a mess, squeaker. And all messy pups need a bath..."
No sooner had she finished her mocking words than Everest grabbed him by the waist. There was a twist of bodies as she effortlessly righted herself; positively flipping into a three-pawed stance, taking Skater with her. She lifted him in front of her like he weighed nothing at all, easily bringing his crotch up to her open muzzle. She gaped wide, saliva running from her jaws as her long tongue curled forward. Without the slightest hint of shame or hesitation, she ran it up along his softening member, slurping up the fluids covering his crotch and coating it with her shining drool.
Everest's preferred form of 'bath'. Whenever she thought he needed one, she simply licked her squirrel clean. Sometimes they didn't even have to fuck first. It had to be another dog thing. Skater squirmed under the renewed attention, protesting weakly.
"Eurgh... hey... c'mon..."
She ran her slick pink tongue slowly over his arms and legs, his chest and head, ruffling his fur all over. But her attention kept coming back down to between his legs. She licked his plump sheath and heavy orbs like a treat, savoring his taste, soft slurping sounds loud in the empty, echoing room surrounding them. Skater couldn't help but moan as she tasted him over and over, laying his paws on her head, his own tilting back as he looked at the ceiling as some sort of distraction, his reluctant cock being coaxed out of the swelling sheath it had only just returned to, beginning to harden once more. The repeated licks never let him go soft. Though he'd had more than enough experience going several rounds in a row, the sheer amount of effort the energetic pup always demanded of him with every mating meant that it was almost five minutes before he was back to full mast once more. By that point the pleasure of her 'bath' was sending scintilating tingles up and down his spine. Before he regained the energy to even begin to buck he came without warning, blasting another hot, sticky load into the canine's waiting mouth with a subdued squeak.
"Hnnnggh!"
She gulped it down greedily, sucking down every drop until he could give no more. Then kept eagerly running her tongue across his crotch with no intention of stopping. He shuddered and shivered with pleasure, going limp in her grasp as she milked him, groomed him, cleaned him of every last trace of flavor. All he could do was groan, accepting his fate. When he finally summoned the strength to look down at his captor, his eyes met hers, and he could almost feel her burning desire, her hunger for him that assured him he'd be hanging around for quite some time yet. And, that even on this day it would be some hours before he'd be allowed to slip to the floor, too exhausted to even crawl away, left to soak in a puddle of spent arousal until the pup came to visit once more.
For now however another orgasm rolled through him, this one loosing only a few weak spurts from his repeatedly spent shaft. He let out a pitiful cry, legs raising as his hips bucked, cock twitching as it fired a few more weak spurts into Everest's greedy mouth. His owner kept right on licking without pause, the rough ministrations of her tongue intent on milking him dry, then continuing until he begged her to stop. Then continuing until he begged her not to, until he couldn't beg at all, until all he could do was lay there while she mounted him and used his stiff shaft like a toy to please herself, soaking him with the scent of her sex.
There were worse ways to spend an evening.