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Savage Land Sex Work 5
🕑 Added 2022-08-02 17:00:00 +0000 UTCKurt struggled out of his pants… suddenly more confining than when he’d put them on. “I hope you won’t mind if I try to make this one pleasant experience for you as well, meine Freundin.”
“Herr Wagner, I’d be disappointed in anything less,” Emma said, her sensual grin designed to be pure catnip for the male id. On top of her naked body, it was sheer overkill. But no one ever died of too much encouragement. “Just because this is a mission of mercy, doesn’t mean we needn’t enjoy ourselves.”
“Nicht wahr!” Kurt agreed, readily and happily.
“Though,” Emma paused, freezing him with his pants around his ankles, and not too nice not to enjoy her moment of sadism. “As you are an ordained priest… should I perhaps call you Daddy?”
For once, Kurt was in no mood to banter. He had his wants and Emma had hers; the combination was too overwhelming for him to waste time. Stepping out of his pants, he laid his prick up against her wetly glistening pussy.
Emma moved closer, parting her labia lips to let in his cock. Kurt ran it up and down, momentarily frictioning her clit with the feel of it, bringing Emma’s need to an impatient prominence. She wanted everything he had between his legs.
Grasping his manhood, Emma held it steady while she crashed against him, thrusting his shaft all the way into her gaping slit. She’d only started to devour it when Kurt took her by the shoulders and drove himself the rest of the way in. He managed to impale her with one smooth, unbroken entry, getting every last throbbing inch of his member deep inside her accepting cunt.
Emma almost inadvertently clenched her inner muscles on the sudden burst of pleasure she felt. Then, seeking to hold him in place, she intentionally clamped down on Kurt’s manhood.
“That’s it,” Emma cooed to Kurt, petting his furry pelt. It was almost as good—as exotic and new—as the warmth and pressure of his slender prick inside her. “Stay right there…”
“I’ll keep still,” Kurt promised her. Behind Emma’s back, he dipped his tail into a nearby puddle, lubricating it swiftly. “That is, all of me that can stay still…”
And Emma felt his tail swishing between the fleshy mounds of her plump ass. Kurt chuckled lowly, gripping her about the waist. He held her steady while the spade-shaped tip of his prehensile tail pushed into her sphincter. Gentle, but eager, it twisted from right to left, rubbing Emma’s anus into a relaxed softness.
No one could fuck Emma like Scott could, but she’d allow that Scott couldn’t fuck her like this. She gasped, pain and pleasure mingling between her enjoyment of having her pussy fucked and her surprise at having her asshole diddled.
But her ass was well-trained; quick to accept its fate. Soon, she felt Kurt’s tail-tip pop past her anal opening. It suddenly seemed to be in the same space as his hot cock, separated by only a vague suggestion of tissue.
“I can feel it right next to my cock,” Kurt groaned. “Ja, das ist gut. Ist gut-gut-gut!”
“Then get more of it,” Emma snarled out with teeth gritted against her doubled pleasure, the enjoyable pain. “Fuck me harder! Shouldn’t be too hard—nngg!—when you’re fucking me twice!”
Kurt pumped his cock and tail in madly, pulling them out slowly and in sequence. While he relished the tightness of her pussy on his swollen manhood, his tail came out of her. And while he was enjoying feeling her asshole all around his sensitive tail, he eased his cock out almost to the tip before swooping back into her.
Emma felt like she was wedged between two excitedly fucking men, though Kurt was the only one she could touch. She threw her arms around him, holding him close as both his appendages shoved into her faster and faster.
What it lacked in Scott’s knowing control of all her reactions, it more than made up for in sheer intensity. She’d never before been double-fucked by the same man. Her two penetrations went into her with a reckless passion that left her breathless. They skewered her and sodomized her before pulling out and wracking her with pleasure all over again.
“Give it to me!” she wailed. “More, I want more! Fuck me harder! I wanna come, make me come, let’s all come together, you goddamn Easter bunny motherfucker!”
She writhed and moaned, shaking this way and that with both Kurt’s phallus and his tail hammering into her. Her anal passage convulsed, its walls tickled by the foreign shape of Kurt’s tip, while the muscles inside her cunt fluttered, flexing and stroking along Kurt’s manhood.
Every sensation Emma felt was doubled and magnified by being penetrated twice over. Every lascivious shudder was amplified by the combination of pleasures.
Kurt gave it to her in both holes until Emma thought she would faint from the immensity of the feeling. Her climax was fast approaching, taking hold of her. It shook her as she moaned, pleading to be fucked, wanting Kurt to keep up the strange rhythm forever. She couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“YES NOW I’M COMING NOW OH FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!” she screamed, perfectly incoherent as both penetrations filled her at once. Emma gasped for breath as her climax overwhelmed her, her sex filling with cream. And just when her ecstasy was at its peak, Kurt let loose.
“Ja, ja, wundabar!” Kurt cried. “Here is where I give you my cum, liebchen! We will see if you can take all you’ve made me give you!”
He bared his fangs in a toothy grimace as Emma felt him throbbing, pounding inside her snatch. A thick river of boiling cream cascaded deeper than even his prick was going.
Kurt shuddered and gasped, prying his mouth open to bay out his exhalations, his inhales rattling in his chest. His prick quivered like a beehive instead Emma; she forced herself to clamp down on it, holding him in as she milked him dry.
And just as Kurt seemed to run dry, she felt his tail hammering against her ass, its excess length whipping across her buttocks as it surged into her hole like a striking viper, over and over and harder and harder.
“Now squeeze a bit, junge Dame,” Kurt whispered to her, out of breath. “Give me a nice tight hole to fuck with my tail. You had a nice orgasm for my cock, but now I want an anal orgasm out of you.”
Emma grinned fiercely. “No wonder you look so devilish, Wagner.”
Kurt smiled back at her, his fangs on full display. “It’s so sinners like you know they’re to be poked with my pitchfork.”
Then Emma whooped with laughter, delighted to milk his intruding tail with her powerful anal muscles. She contracted them, flexed them, tugged on the spade of his tail and the slender but substantial heft.
Even with Kurt’s flaccid erection drained out of her, Emma hammered her hips at him, rutted herself against Kurt’s pelvis as if to keep up the fuck that only his tail was still performing. She came in a warm rush, happily anointing his furry thigh with her juices.
“Oh yes…” Emma moaned. “That’s it, daddy. That’s just how I like getting ass-fucked. Mmmm…”
Kurt pulled his tail from her well-fucked ass, giving it a last little whipcrack to lash Emma’s plump buttocks. Stinging her for what a naughty girl she’d been.
Emma happily laid down at his feet, stroking the pelt of his lower body, cooing from the luscious thrill that was still inside her. Kurt haunched down with her in his customary crouch, letting her rest her head on his knee while returning her affectionate pets.
“This coat of yours is enough to make even a born slut like me appreciate cuddling,” Emma said, especially cooing when his tail wrapped around her shoulders like a feather boa. “Oh Kurt, why do guys like women to be waxed when fur is so much more fun?”
***
Scott intended to link up with Emma again now that he’d finished with Rogue, performing the aftercare that hopefully wouldn’t have her feeling too ill-used about the necessary evil that had saved her mind. Before he could find her, though, he came across X-23.
Laura had been particularly damaged in the crash, though you couldn’t tell it from her healing factor. She’d knitted back together fine, but her costume was left in tatters. All she usually wore was skintight leather pants and a crop top. After the crash, the pants were down to a pair of shorts. A huge chunk was taken out of the material that covered one buttock, showing the flesh there was as lean and supple as on the rest of her athletic body.
And not that she cared, but her crop top barely hung together. Her left breast wasn’t covered at all, only the underwire still intact to hold together the top as it went on to cover her other tit and loop around her back.
And whereas Laura could be very still when she wanted to be, Scott had never seen her in the slack, mindless inactivity she was in now. Usually, he always got an impression that she was watching, thinking, parsing smells and sounds that he couldn’t even detect. Her seeming all but stoned—even brain-damaged—was one thing he’d never associate with Laura unless Zaladane’s spell was taking hold of her.
“Laura. Hey, Laura?” he called, walking up to her, waving his hand in front of her face. “I think you’ve got a problem.”
Laura came back to herself like she’d just zoned out—though he’d had Logan on the team long enough to know that nobody in that bloodline ever ‘zoned out’.
“No problem,” she told him in a terse snarl; not even the emotionless monotone he was used to from her. “Don’t get your panties all in a bunch.”
Scott reared back, surprised. For all that she was Logan’s clone, Laura wasn’t often disrespectful. Not purposefully, at least. Then he cast his mind back to something Emma had told him when they’d first gotten stuck in this mess.
Laura has more animal socialization skills than anything else. She probably still associates human sexuality with prostitution. If you want to get to her, you’ll have to go the animal route. Be an alpha to her. Show her your authority can’t be questioned and then make her your mate. It may seem cruel, but it’s the only way to get through to her—if you want to do it without her claws in your chest.
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Shendude
Well that was fun. And also an intriguing hint of what's to come
