He laid her back, overpowering her even as she submitted to him, the smirk on her lips telling him quite clearly that she knew that she had him wrapped around her little finger. It was all just how it was meant to be as he purred and rested on his hind paws, crouching there, his tentacles going to work while he ensured his shorts slipped off too, living him bare and ready, his cock hardening before her eyes. Holly licked her lips with what he could only take to be evident lust, eyeing him up like a slab of meat to be enjoyed, though that was not at all something that the cougar minded one bit. The skunk moaned, his tentacle sliding within her, stretching her out, though there was not too much stretch there either, just the right amount. And, for the two of them, that was all that it had to be.
Holly humped and ground up against his cock, arms flung back behind her head as she adored the attention, though it was far from foreplay as his tentacle lovingly pounded her. Not as rough as she knew that he could go, of course, but enough to make her hide quiver, hair standing on end, nerve-endings on fire. Oh, how she needed it, the studly cougar dominating her in all ways, although it was difficult to tell just who was in control anymore, the power dynamics flitting and changing between one another as they succeeded in catching each other off-guard time after time again.
Maybe...things like that didn't matter anymore, not even to a demon. But Ropes' paws were on his cock, enjoying his voyeuristic show, utilising each of his four tentacles (that was just another way in which he was better than Hiss, his son, with more love to go around) to tease and caress Holly's body. The skunk's shoulder blades pressed into the blanket as her buttocks and hips arched up, showing off the sleek curves of her midsection, though she was not so lean anymore that her abdominals showed through. No, she was a fur that didn't like to starve herself to look good, moderately strong for everyday life and a twinkle in her eye, the zest for passion that had drawn Ropes to her in the first place shining through, day in and day out.
And he didn't need her to look like a model, only to look like a real fur, her fluff brushing up as he stroked against the direction in which it naturally laid, her breath catching in her throat. His tentacles snaked around her breasts as he pumped his hard cock, the cougar just as into it as she was. Just because the tentacles too were a part of his demonic heritage did not mean that he could not feel anything through them and, in all honesty, they were as tactile and as sensitive as his cock. To be fair too, using those meant that he didn't need to use a condom either...
The tentacle inside her pussy twitched, pushing up to her innermost barrier, tickling and teasing, knowing that it could go no deeper as it drew back and pounded her, rougher by the moment, bringing her body up to a throbbing crescendo. There was little way for Holly to go right then and there even without her clit being massaged but the tentacles wrapping themselves around her tits, nuzzling her nipples, almost seeming to kiss them, did the trick for her, sending electric thrills of pleasure through her body.
Holly clenched her teeth, trying and failing to seal away a moan, yet there was no longer any reason for her to hold back such pleasure, to not show him just what made her heart pound so. It was all about the sex and pleasure was the name of the game between the two of them, her nipples on fire as electric sparks shot through her. There was no holding back as she bucked and rocked her hips, no slow build-up, just a driving need for passion and pleasure as she watched him paw himself off with the hunger of a virgin.
His paw worked and worked, sliding slickly over his uncut flesh, and Holly was so wrapped up in watching him, enjoying for the first time truly playing the part of the voyeur too, that she barely noticed him swapping tentacles within her pussy. She did notice, however, with a bodily shudder, when his tentacle pressed up against the bud of her tail hole, the tight pucker closed down against intruders without the skunk even thinking about it. The flicker of pleasure that rose from that forbidden hole, however, could not be denied, rocking her hips even as uncertainty crossed her eyes.
"Relax..."
Ropes purred, watching her break down before him, although it was a breaking that would only serve to re-build the sexy skunk in a more powerful way. She would know new pleasures, fresh pleasures, unlike anything she'd ever before experienced, bosom rising and falling sharply even as her breath caught in her throat. Holly's eyes locked with his, although he had no pupils for her to fix onto, daring him to do it, the tentacle pressed to her anal ring, wriggling lightly, soaked with her sexual fluids.
If he fucks me there, we won't need a condom...
"I thought you wanted them all..."
Ropes grinned and Holly's heart skipped a beat. As if she would turn back now that she had gone so far!
"Do it then!"
Her challenge rose on the air between them as he pressed the slickened-up tentacle up under her tail, questing for an entry that was tentatively, and then more confidently, given. It slid up inside her and her head fell back, howling out her orgasm, barely aware of where she was and who she was with as she rocked against him, prey to the whims and wiles of her own body as she yearned for more and more, always more. The pressure under her tail was unreal, unbelievable, but she needed it all, the skunk's breath barely getting out through her windpipe as she sucked in greedy gulps of it, need pounding through her. If tentacles felt that good, what more need could she ever have for a cock?
Yet she would always come back to what made her heart sing, lust coursing through her like tendrils of orgasm seeking to sink themselves into her mind. There was pleasure to be had and, damn it, a young skunk like Holly was going to seek it out over and over again, through any means possible. When so much was out there, there for the taking, she would cry and whimper and flirt her way to it, questing and claiming wherever she went. Hiss and Ropes, of course, were only the beginning of it and she hissed through her teeth as she rolled her hips up to his tentacles, another teasing at her lips, leaving her breasts.
She could only welcome it in with the wanton nature of a willing whore, yet she was one who owned and devoted herself to the name. A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets was the way of it - only that Holly didn't even need any sheets to find herself getting down and dirty, as she had proven to herself with both Hiss and Ropes. The tentacles pounded her through her orgasm and, she thought too, straight into a second, moans muffled by the tentacle eagerly feeding itself right up into the back of her throat, lips closed on it as she suckled as desperately as she would for a load of kitty-seed.
But the kitten (not so much a kitten with his eyes glowing like that) above her was far from ready to spill his load over her body where it would be wasted, although the thought of getting his cream over her muzzle, marking her with a kinky nuance while she lapped his milk from his dick, sent a little shiver down her body. It was hard to think, more difficult to focus, the slap of his flesh being stroked ringing around her, the slurp and slop of his tentacles near enough drowning out all else. Still, she couldn't drag her eyes away even as her orgasm died down, slipping away softly, his paw working his cock as if there was nothing else left for him, devoted entirely to one cause and one cause alone. Sometimes, that was not a bad thing at all either.
He would not cum though - oh no. No, there was only one place for his seed and, when she was ready for it, that would only be poured up into the sexy little skunk, her hot, wet pussy closing around him without a latex barrier to part the skin on skin contact. With how little warm-up she'd needed that night to get into the mood of things, Ropes doubted that that would be anything of a problem, the swollen bellies of so many female furs that he'd fucked before remaining in times gone by, behind him. But Holly, yes... She was a new fur and a new kind of conquest, one that leaned eagerly into everything he had for her, tentacles sliding from her openings as he presented the one coated in her juices to her lips. As if in a dream, her lips parted breathily and she lapped and she lapped, covering his tentacle in saliva even as she removed her cream, the sweet tartness of it clinging to the roof of her mouth even then.
Yet the cougar was there to take his pleasure too as he moved over her, his powerful body covering her as he rolled Holly onto her side, back to his chest, buttocks tense with lust. She moaned and arched, exhausted after her first two climaxes but still ready for more, her pussy drooling out her juices, although she knew that soon she'd have an even better filling in there.
But not is cream. That worry was assuaged as the head of his cock pressed up to her folds with a sheen of latex, the rougher grip of it annoying for the briefest of moments before her body lubricated it enough for him to quest deep, pushing in and in and in. He moaned and she joined him in it as he plunged deep, his condom-clad dick driving in hard and fast, lifting her leg so that he could get in even more deeply, the angle better suiting him.
