Chapter 9: futa x two dogs
"You're such a good girl, Duchess," Martha cooed, her emerald eyes sparkling as she stroked the Doberman's sleek, black fur. Duchess wagged her tail, eager for the treat in Martha's hand.
Martha, with her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, was a vision of sensuality and power. Her strong, lithe body was a contradiction of human and canine, a futanari with a cock that could make any creature quiver with desire. Duchess had always been a loyal companion, but tonight, Martha had something new in mind for their playtime.
The room was dimly lit, the scent of arousal already thick in the air as Martha led Duchess to the plush velvet couch. She gently pushed the dog onto her back, her tail still wagging in anticipation. Duchess's eyes searched Martha's, looking for reassurance, which Martha gave with a gentle nod and a soft smile. The futanari leaned in, her green eyes locked onto Duchess's, and her tongue danced around the dog's snout before delving into her mouth. Duchess whined softly, unsure of the new sensation but too devoted to resist.
Martha's hand began to roam, tracing the contours of Duchess's muscular body until it found its way to her sensitive belly. The dog's breath hitched as Martha's expert fingers began to circle the area, building a crescendo of pleasure. Duchess's hips twitched and her legs began to tremble as the human-canine hybrid touched her in a way that was both foreign and exhilarating. The futanari's touch grew bolder, her long, slender digits probing and teasing until she found the spot that made the Doberman's entire body spasm with delight.
"Are you ready to be filled by Mommy?" Martha whispered, her voice thick with lust as she pulled away from the passionate kiss. Duchess's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a guttural moan, unable to form words but nodding vigorously in response. Martha's heart raced with excitement as she positioned herself between Duchess's legs, her engorged cock standing at attention. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the unbridled desire that surged through her veins.
With one hand, Martha caressed Duchess's soft muzzle, her thumb tracing the line of the dog's jaw. With the other, she guided her cock to Duchess's entrance, feeling the warm, wet embrace as she pushed inside. Duchess's eyes widened, and she let out a sharp yelp, but the pain was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness that she had never experienced before. Martha took her time, savoring the tightness and the way Duchess's body stretched around her. The dog's legs wrapped around her waist, her claws digging into Martha's back as she tried to pull her deeper.
Martha began to thrust in earnest, her hips moving rhythmically as she claimed Duchess's body. The dog's belly bulged with each powerful stroke, the futanari's cock disappearing into her depths only to reappear slick with juices. Duchess's eyes glazed over with pleasure, and her breath grew ragged. The couch beneath them creaked and groaned with the intensity of their passion, the leather cushions absorbing the sweat that beaded on their skin.
Martha's grip on Duchess's thighs tightened, her fingers sinking into the muscular flesh as she held the Doberman in place, folding her legs up to create a breeding press. The angle allowed her to penetrate even deeper, and the dog's cries grew louder, a mix of pleasure and pain that only served to drive Martha onward. Duchess's claws scraped against Martha's back, leaving thin trails of blood that only served to fuel the futanari's desire. She could feel the knot at the base of her cock swelling, a sign that she was getting closer to climax.
"I'm going to get you pregnant," Martha declared, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Duchess' spine. The dog's eyes snapped back into focus, and she looked up at her human, the realization of what was happening finally sinking in. Her pupils dilated, and she let out a series of frantic barks, her body thrashing as she tried to push Martha away. But the futanari was too strong, her lust too great to be denied.
Martha's thrusts grew more relentless, each one driving deeper into Duchess' tight pussy. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of pleasure and pain that seemed to echo in time with the beating of their hearts. Duchess' whines grew more desperate, her nails digging deeper into Martha's back as she fought against the overwhelming sensation. But with every attempt to escape, the futanari only pushed harder, her hips slamming into the dog with a ferocity that left them both gasping for breath.
The knot at the base of Martha's cock grew larger with each stroke, stretching Duchess to the brink of her endurance. She could feel the warmth of the dog's womb, the walls contracting around her as the canine's body prepared for the inevitable climax. Martha's eyes narrowed with determination, her teeth gritted as she pushed herself closer to the edge. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of desire and dominance that sent shockwaves through their bodies.
With a final, powerful thrust, Martha hilted inside Duchess, her cock buried to the hilt within the quivering depths of the dog's womb. The knot expanded, locking them together in a primal embrace that left Duchess unable to move. Martha's body trembled with the effort of holding back, the pressure building in her balls until it was too much to contain. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house, she released gallons of fertile sperm into the Doberman's womb, filling her with the hot, sticky essence of her need.
Duchess's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a high-pitched whine that was half pleasure, half pain. Her body was no longer her own, a vessel for Martha's desires. The futanari's seed flooded her, each pulse sending shockwaves of sensation through her body as she felt herself being claimed on a cellular level. Her muscles clenched around the thick knot, attempting to milk every drop from her human lover.
Martha's cock swelled even more, the knot pressing into Duchess' insides with an almost painful force. The Doberman's breath grew shallower, her body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm that washed over her. The futanari's hips bucked and jerked, her sperm painting the walls of Duchess' womb with a fiery passion that seemed to have no end. The dog's legs wrapped tighter around Martha's waist, her claws digging into the leather couch as she tried to hold on.
Finally, the knot began to shrink, and Martha slowly pulled out of Duchess. The dog's belly was distended, swollen with the futanari's seed. Her eyes remained closed, her body limp as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through her. The warm, sticky mess leaked out of her, pooling on the velvet beneath her. Martha's cock glistened with the evidence of their union, a testament to the power of their shared climax.
Martha leaned over Duchess, her chest heaving with the exertion. She kissed the dog's forehead gently, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she stroked her fur. Duchess's breathing began to even out, her muscles slowly relaxing. The futanari knew she had pushed her pet to the limits, but the bond between them had only grown stronger.
With a sly smile, Martha reached between Duchess's legs, her fingers finding the tight ring of muscle that guarded her anus. The Doberman's body tensed, and she let out a low whine, unsure of what was to come. But Martha's touch was firm yet gentle, a promise of more pleasure to come. Duchess's tail thumped the floor weakly as she gave in to the sensation, trusting her human completely.
Martha took a moment to appreciate the view, her cock still pulsing with need. The dog's anus quivered under her gaze, and she knew that she had to claim it, to complete the act of dominance and love. She spat on her hand, lubricating her middle finger before pressing it against Duchess' tight hole. The dog's body tensed, but she didn't pull away, her eyes never leaving Martha's. Slowly, with patience that seemed to defy the urgency in her movements, Martha pushed her finger inside.
The tightness was almost unbearable, a delicious vice that squeezed around her digit. Duchess let out a soft whine, her tail thumping the floor in a staccato rhythm that matched the beat of Martha's racing heart. The futanari leaned down, her red hair brushing against the dog's flank as she began to pump her finger in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Duchess' eyes rolled back, and she panted heavily, her body shaking with the effort of holding on.
Martha watched the display before her with a mix of fascination and arousal. She had never felt more powerful than in this moment, her hand buried in her pet's most intimate place. Her cock was still rock-hard, the knot now fully deflated but no less potent. She couldn't wait to claim Duchess completely, to feel her body clench around her once more.
With a gentle nudge, she pushed the tip of her cock against Duchess' anus, feeling the tight resistance. Duchess tensed, her whines growing louder as she braced herself for the intrusion. But Martha was in no rush, her movements deliberate and measured. She leaned down, her warm breath ghosting over the dog's ear as she whispered, "Relax, baby. It's just Mommy taking care of you."
Duchess's body trembled as she felt the pressure build, her anus slowly giving way to Martha's insistent cock. The futanari's shaft was thick and unyielding, a stark contrast to the softness of the fur that surrounded it. Inch by inch, she slid deeper, her eyes never leaving Duchess' face. The Doberman's pupils were huge, her mouth open in a silent scream as she endured the discomfort. But with each passing moment, the pain began to give way to something else, something darker and more primal.
Martha leaned back, admiring the view of her cock disappearing into Duchess' tight hole. She could feel the muscles clench around her, trying to push her out, but she was relentless. She began to pump in and out, her strokes growing longer and more forceful with each thrust. Duchess' whines grew quieter, replaced by a deep, guttural moan that seemed to come from a place deep within her.
"Look at you, Duchess," Martha murmured, her voice filled with awe and pride. "You're taking Mommy's cock so well. You're definitely pregnant now."
Duchess's eyes fluttered open, a mix of confusion and ecstasy swirling in their depths. The realization of what Martha had said washed over her, and she let out a weak whine. The futanari leaned down, her green eyes meeting the dog's gaze, filled with love and satisfaction. "Yes, my sweet girl," she whispered, her thumb stroking Duchess' cheek. "You're going to have my pups."
Martha's voice was like a siren's song, lulling Duchess into a state of acceptance. The pain had become a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and fullness of her human's cock buried deep within her. The thought of bearing Martha's offspring was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never felt so owned, so cherished.
"But wait, my love," Martha said, her voice dripping with excitement. "I have a surprise for you." Duchess' ears perked up, her eyes questioning. "You remember Lily, don't you?"
Martha leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a leather collar with a shiny tag that read "Lily." The room grew heavy with anticipation as Duchess recognized the name of Martha's other pet, a young and eager golden retriever who had been watching them from the corner with wide, curious eyes. The futanari held up the collar, and Duchess' heart skipped a beat. She had always known that Lily was a part of Martha's life, but she had never thought she would be a part of their intimate moments.
Martha's eyes glinted with excitement as she fastened the collar around Duchess' neck, the cold metal pressing into her fur. "Duchess, I want you to meet Lily," she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and mischief. Duchess couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, but she also felt a strange thrill at the idea of sharing her human with another creature. The golden retriever bounded over, her tail wagging so hard her entire body swayed.
Lily's eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement as she took in the scene before her. She had always looked up to Duchess, and now she was about to experience what her mentor had gone through. Martha's hand caressed Duchess's cheek, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw as she whispered, "It's okay, baby. Lily's going to join us now."
Martha gently guided Lily onto the couch, the golden retriever's tail wagging uncontrollably as she settled down beside Duchess. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, a potent aphrodisiac that had Lily's own juices flowing. She looked up at Martha, her eyes wide and eager, silently asking for permission. The futanari leaned down, her lips brushing against Lily's snout in a tender kiss before she whispered, "You can lick her clean, sweet girl."
Lily's tongue darted out, lapping at the sticky mess that coated Duchess' fur. The Doberman's body tensed at first, unsure of this new sensation, but soon relaxed as the gentle ministrations of her canine sister sent waves of pleasure through her. The golden retriever's tongue was soft and warm, a stark contrast to the harshness of Martha's cock. Duchess' eyes closed, and she let out a contented sigh as Lily's tongue explored her folds, cleaning away every drop of cum.
Martha watched the display with a wicked smile, her cock still hard and demanding attention. She couldn't resist the urge to join in, her hand moving to caress Duchess' swollen breasts as she whispered, "Such a good girl, sharing with your little sister." Duchess' breath hitched at the praise, her body responding to the gentle touch.
With a graceful movement, Martha got behind Lily, her cock still glistening from Duchess' insides. The golden retriever looked up at her with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her tongue still lapping at Duchess' pussy. The futanari leaned down, her green eyes locked on Lily's. "Be a good girl," she instructed, "and let Mommy show you how to make Duchess feel even better."
Martha's hand slid down her own body, guiding the slick shaft of her cock to Lily's waiting pussy. The young dog's eyes widened as she felt the hot, thick pressure at her entrance. Duchess watched with a mix of envy and curiosity as Martha began to push inside her new lover. The Doberman's own body was still sensitive from the pounding she had received, her muscles twitching with every thrust.
Martha's hips rolled with practiced ease, her cock sliding into Lily's tightness. The golden retriever's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a soft whine of pleasure. Duchess couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy, watching her human's cock disappear into the other dog's body. But she also felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that she had been the first to bear Martha's pups.
"See how good it feels, Duchess?" Martha murmured, her hand moving to Lily's cheek. "You're going to be such a good mommy."
Duchess watched, her own body still trembling from the intensity of their love-making, as Martha began to thrust into Lily with the same passion that had claimed her moments before. Lily's eyes were wide with a mix of pain and pleasure, her body arching into every thrust. Martha's cock was a blur as it plunged in and out of the golden retriever, her hips moving in a rhythm that seemed almost otherworldly.
"Look at me, Duchess," Martha ordered, her voice thick with desire. Duchess' eyes snapped open, and she met her human's gaze. "I'm going to get her pregnant like I did with you Duchess," she declared, her words sending a thrill through the Doberman's body. The idea of bearing Martha's pups was both terrifying and exhilarating, a bond that she had never imagined sharing with another creature.
Lily's whines grew more frequent as Martha's cock filled her, her hips bucking back to meet each powerful thrust. Duchess could feel the warmth of Lily's body pressed against her side, the younger dog's excitement palpable. She watched as Martha's hand moved to Lily's swollen clit, her thumb teasing the sensitive flesh in time with her hips. The golden retriever's body quivered with each touch, her paws digging into the velvet couch.
Martha's eyes never left Duchess' face as she asked, "Do you want Lily to have my pups, Duchess?" Duchess' tail thumped the floor, her own arousal spiking at the thought. Despite the jealousy that still lingered, she couldn't deny the thrill of sharing her human with another. Her voice was a low growl as she answered, "Yes, Mommy. I want Lily to feel what I felt."
Martha leaned over, her cock still buried deep in Lily, and claimed Duchess' mouth in a fiery kiss. The three of them were entwined, a tapestry of love and desire that transcended species. "Good girl," she murmured against Duchess' lips. "You're going to be such a good mommy."
Pulling away, Martha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned her attention back to Lily. "Are you ready for it, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down the golden retriever's spine. Lily nodded frantically, her tongue lolling out of her mouth in anticipation.
Martha's hips began to piston, her cock plunging into Lily's tight pussy with a ferocity that left the young dog gasping for air. Duchess watched with a mix of awe and envy as Lily's eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing with each powerful stroke. The futanari's rhythm grew more erratic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she approached climax.
The golden retriever's whines grew louder, her body squirming beneath Martha's as the pleasure grew too intense to bear. Duchess felt a strange kinship with Lily, knowing all too well the feeling of being filled to the brim by her human's insatiable lust. The room was alive with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the mingled scents of arousal and sweat.
Martha's eyes bore into Lily's, a fierce possessiveness that sent a shiver down Duchess' spine. The futanari's cock swelled even more, and with a roar that echoed through the room, she released gallons of fertile sperm into the younger dog. Lily's body spasmed, her legs kicking out as she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Duchess watched in amazement as the golden retriever's belly grew taut, the futanari's seed flooding her womb.
The room was filled with the scent of their mating, a heady mix of sweat and sex that seemed to thicken the air. Duchess's own arousal grew, her body responding to the sight before her. She watched as Martha's cock continued to pulse, the knot at the base swelling until it was impossible to ignore. Lily's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a series of high-pitched yelps as the futanari's seed filled her to the brim.
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