Maid and Honour(OC)

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You had known that this day would come. You knew that one day you’d be staring down at your parents coffins as they laid resting inside your meeting room, placed on hastily set out tables as you wondered what to do for the funeral. You simply didn’t expect that this would come so soon nor did you expect to be burying them both at once but yet here you stood in front of two oak wood boxes, yearning for you to place them in the ground and go about your day’s ruling over a much quieter and emptier household. Yet you couldn’t bear to leave them yet, an unflinching sentimentality running through your veins as you wondered what you would do now that they had been left without them. Tuberculosis had claimed them so quickly that they had no chance to state a will beyond that you would inherit nor did they bother to plan out any funeral arrangements as you walked over to your father’s coffin, running your fingers down the glossy wood for a moment.

Your father was a good man, not only raising you into a respectable human being instead of being a stuck up freak like some of the people you had been educated with but also helping several charitable organisations. Likewise your mother had helped in the matters although she never was as forceful about it as your father was, mainly ending up in a supporting role above all else. Either way this had led to your houseworkers being picked out from all walks of life, from families who had trained for the practices from those who had been rehabilitated by the asylums. However, one of the oldest and one that had essentially grew up with you was Matilda, who your father had found when she was roughly five or so years old and one who he had found when on a hunting trip in the woods.

The woods were quiet on that day, too quiet for anything good to occur within them. Not a bird was stirring the wind with song, not an insect dared to take flight and even the trees, of unrelenting age and wisdom, dared not to rustle too loudly against the air. Still, it wasn’t enough for your father or his friends to stop their hunt, least of all because they knew that things could still hide within the forest even if it was silent enough that it caused some concern. There had always been rumours of beasts and monsters running around the forest although none of them had truly been substantiated to be anything real and your father, who wasn’t exactly a superstitious man, ignored them and pushed deeper into the forests, into a part where water had set upon the leaves.

The emptiness continued, your father always telling you that it felt like angels had feared to tread there that night, until one of his friends had noticed a bush shuddering in a way not attuned with the wind. He raised his rifle briefly before going over to investigate, getting ready to blast whatever was hiding inside of her, his finger steadily pressing down on the trigger, every slight movement of the gun's internals only highlighted by the silence around him. He waited for a moment as the bush continued to ruffle around, the man sticking the barrel down into the bush before shifting it sideways, parting the leaves and branches. That’s when he saw Matilda, the girl curled up into a ball and shivering, your father being perturbed by the sight not just because she was so young but also because she wasn’t human.

His friends followed behind him, gazing down in a mixture of fear and confusion at the sheep-like beast that was underneath them before the silence of the Forest was shattered by an inhuman screech. Your father turned to the source of the noise, not being able to see much in the darkness except for the shining surface of a pair of eyes staring back at him, the eyes clearly belonging to whatever Matilda was hiding from. He raised his gun upwards into the air and commanded a mysterious shadow to come forward and identify itself, another screech coming from the direction of the eyes. Then he’d watch as the eyes would come closer , a second pair soon joining them as they came into view, your father’s eyes widening as he saw what he described as “the most horrifying sight he had ever witnessed”.

They were a pair of sheep beasts, presumably Matilda’s parents, but unlike Matilda they were covered in varying degrees of filth including quite a lot of dried blood which had stained their wooden coats. Their limbs had twisted somewhat as if their muscles had seized at their joints and their mouths grinded against themselves incessantly, drool dripping from the sides of their maws as if they were extremely thirsty. There was a feral hunger in their eyes, replacing everything that could have been hiding within them, darting around them as if the beasts were unable to focus. What concerned your father the most was that both of the creatures were armed,the father holding a knife and the mother holding what appeared to be a fence post, the two creatures having such a deathly grip on the weapons their knuckles were whitening.

The beasts stared at your fathers group for several seconds, swaying from side to side on unsteady legs before the patriarch pointed his knife at your father, staying silent for a few more moments before letting out another unholy scream. Your father described this not unlike the screams of the madwomen within the asylums only instead of mental anguish it was the sounds of a never-ending feral hunger. A moment later both of the beasts would start to advance upon the group, moving quicker than your father expected as he raised his gun upwards, pulling the trigger and shooting the beast in the chest. Your father watched as the bullet would make impact, embedding itself within the sternum yet not stopping the patriarch who seemed to simply shrug off the damage caused.

Your father’s group would shoot a couple more rounds at the beasts, one at the matriarch and other at the patriarch, each one not perturbing the beasts as they continued their advance. Your father reloaded as the other two did the same although as they stepped back your father stayed steadfast, refusing to leave the side of Matilda as he lined up his shot and attempted to shoot the patriarch in the head. He had aimed too far down though, instead piercing the beasts windpipe, blood leaking out of the wound almost immediately as it let out another feral scream, lifting the blade into the air to try and slash at your father’s face. Meanwhile the Matriarch was approaching to your  left, one of your father’s group shooting her cleaning in the eye, causing her to stumble backwards whist the second member shot her clean in the chest.

The two would reload to try and get the final kill on the woman as the patriarch turned to face your father, jumping towards him as your father managed to load another round into his rifle. With that he placed the gun to the beast's head, pulling the trigger and delivering a shot clean through the forehead, the bullet coming out the other head of this patriarch's skull as the beast stumbled back before falling completely. The other two members of the group would kill the matriarch, delivering a pair of bullets to the creature's brain, leaving the group alone with Matilda. Your father dismissed the group, declaring the hunt over as he went to tend to the She girl hiding in the bushes, eventually managing to convince her that she wasn’t hostile before bringing her back home.

From there your father had raised you and Matilda side by side and, although you did have some fear of the sheep girl at first,you rapidly came to enjoy her presence around you and the two of you became close. Your father had taught her the basics of life like reading and writing although when it came to speaking she struggled, your father theorising that she simply did not have the right vocal cords to speak which left her as a mute. You could still understand how she felt and what she wanted though, the woman’s body language being enough for you to understand although this was only because you had been around her for so long. It also didn’t help that her face was limited in expression, mostly because of her unique biology, meaning that she oftentimes was unable to make faces when things occurred.

This gave her the look that she was emotionless in nature and this generally alienated her from the rest of the staff even more than had already been done given her beastly appearance. Of course you had known that not  to be true, the nearly 20 or so years you grew up with her showing that she was much more gentle and caring then she appeared to be, the woman showing it whenever you had injured yourself.  She had also shown it when your parents had passed, being their at your side through it all and you’ve been ever thankful for her company, especially as you tried to get things in order. There had been enough to do as it was but without her you had imagined that the house would have been in disarray as you tried to align all of your father’s dealing.

Most of the dealings had been simple but there was one that you had dreaded dealing with even before your parents had died and they were the men from a group that was simply known as the order. The men had arrived soon after Matilda did, coming back to your home every few weeks to check up on his things with Matilda,your father keeping their general dealings with them secret, even forbidding you to go anywhere near them. When you were finally of age to sit in the meetings you would soon see why, the men themselves not even telling you their names as they rallied off questions against you and your father nor you could glean any information from them. This was despite the fact that they were clearly men of high standing, having a fair collection of suits between them and also never requesting money instead just keeping track of Matilda.

Your father’s documents on the deal revealed that Matilda seemed to be a key issue for them, your father making it so she was allowed to stay in the house as long as her existence wasn’t known to the wider public. Along with your father’s notes and correspondence about the deal you found an entry detailing that he thought that the men were of old money and older power, explaining how they could come and go with ease. You often wondered if the only reason that they had made the deal was because your family was of high standing and if they’d steamroll anyone who was significantly poorer. Despite the deal and the pleasant meetings, your father and you shared the same disdain for the men, feeling that there was something darker behind their unflinching smiles.

Either way your next meeting was in a couple weeks so the best you could was prepared for it instead of dreading their arrival, the tweeting of birds snapping you out of the recollective coma that you were in. You moved your hand away from the coffin, closing your eyes before deciding that you’d bury them in a couple days, one final long glance at the coffins occurring before you would walk away from them. You’d walk into the garden, the grass green and the sky a miserable greyish black, a hum escaping your mouth  as you walked back over to the main house. You’d walk around for a moment before you figured that you should check up on Matilda, walking from room to room in a somewhat aimless fashion before you eventually reached a dining room, seeing her standing there dusting away.

You took your time to observe her, the woman probably being the first thing you had focussed on since your father’s death, your eyes firstly moving over to her face. The skin that covered her face was a deep pearly white, matching her eyes of which had no iris or pupil, only a dark outer ring and a white center. The woman had a short snout which was barely visible from the front, a pair of long black ears moving down her head whilst a pair of equally as tall horns moved from her head. Your eyes then moved down to the rest of her body, most of which was covered by her maids dress, the white frilled highlights and black fabric contrasting well with her grey fur, the dress fitting her body well as it was custom made for her. The dress spread out from her lower half, hiding the woman’s large legs and equally as large hips, the woman’s hooved feet being placed into some custom shoes. Your eyes finally looked over her hands, covered in her black gloves and her filed down fingernails, the woman turning her head to you when she realized you walked in.

“Ah, you’re still working then?” You asked, the woman nodding gently in your general direction as you let out a slight sigh. “You don’t need to work this hard, Matilda. Sit down, relax for a bit.” You said, the woman staring at you for a brief moment before she placed the duster gently onto the shelves and performed a gentle bow, her fingers holding the fabric before she moved over to one of the chairs that were resting by the table, sitting down in silence. You’d proceed to move yourself over to the other chair by the desk, hearing the wood creak slightly before you  proceeded to throw your coat over the back of your chair. “So, Matilda, would you like to do something together?” You asked, the woman thinking for a moment before she would nod in your direction.

The woman proceeded to stand up from the seat, moving her hand up to her chest before she proceeded to drag the sides of her dress inwards, allowing her breasts to bounce out from the fabric, the woman’s nipples large and soft. She looked to you briefly to see if you were looking at her before she moved her hands down to her skirt, catching the inside of her outfit with the undersides of her fingers before moving the dress upwards. From there you’d see the view of her panties, a pearl white affair with a black bow right in the middle, highlighted by her grey furred thighs of which were fairly large. You stared at her in shock for a moment, glancing up and down her body before you smiled at her, desperately trying to find the words to say to her as you’d do so.

You had to admit that you had always thought about this, especially given how you had seen her become more and more curvaceous with time, the hips she had managed to develop being perfect for breeding. “Oh, So that’s what you want, huh?” You said as you got up and moved over to her, the woman staring at you as you’d wrap your arms around her body, hoisting her off the ground before laying her down on your arms, the lamb letting go of her dress as she would do so. “Well, let’s do this then, my dear.” You said as you began to walk her through the halls of your home, the sheep woman resting in your arms as you carried her away. After a minute or so of walking you’d end up in your bedroom with you forcing the door open with your foot before you laid her down on the mattress.

The sheep woman would hit the mattress with a gentle thump before you’d join her on it, crawling between her legs before you moved your hands upwards and grabbed ahold of her thighs, pushing your fingers down against them. From there you’d feel the softness of not just her fur but her flesh itself, massaging them with your hands before you moved your unsteady hands away from them. Your hands soon found themselves on her stomach of which was equally as soft, kneading it like it was dough before your hands drifted up across her sides, ending up at her breasts. Your hands wrapped around them, threading her nipple between your fingers before you groped them, feeling as milk began to drip out from her breasts and onto your hands, the liquid being ever slightly thicker than you thought.

You’d continue to grope her for a few moments more, your fingers digging down into her body before you moved your hands away from them, moving yourself so you were further down your legs. From there you laid yourself down against the bed, your hands and arms moving to her hips and grabbing ahold of it, your fingers pushing down against her fur as you moved your head underneath her dress. You’d soon find yourself face to face with her panties, the woman having got ever so slightly wet from your groping as you’d move your head closer and closer to her covered pussy. You hesitated for a brief moment, breathing against her flesh before you pushed your tongue onto her pussy, feeling as her legs hiked up slightly when the warm organ pushed against her mound.

You’d start lapping away at her pussy, feeling as the clothing got wetter and wetter, sticking to her pussy and highlighting her lower lips as her thighs continued to move and drift around your head. You couldn’t see what her face looked like as you were too buried inside of her dress to see it but you imagined her face was contorted into the closest thing that it could to looking pleased as you kept lapping away at her. You’d feel her fluids drip through the fabric and onto your tongue, the woman's fluids tasting slightly salty as you began to move your hands down from her hips. Your hands moved slowly, resembling that of a snake moving through tall grass as they eventually ended up back on her thighs, groping them once again as your tongue continued to work her mound.

You’d continue this process for a couple of minutes, the woman making a few moan-like noises above you as you decided that you might as well stop teasing her and instead give her the full force of your tongue. You stopped lapping away at her for a moment, moving upwards and grabbing ahold of the edges of her underwear with your teeth, threading it between your incisors before you begin to drag them down her hips, eventually making to get them so they were just underneath her lower lips. You waited for a moment, watching as her pussy dripped as the lips twitched in the air, your hands keeping her thighs clutched within them as you moved your head closer, feeling her shiver somewhat when your breath hit her before your tongue began to lash at her once again.

This time you could feel just how warm she was against your body, the heat surging across your tongue as it moved up and down her cunt eagerly, fluids falling down against your tongue all the while. You’d feel as her lips twitched much more often now, the woman's inner walls also twitching on the occasions that you pushed deeper inside of her pussy, something that made her legs extend out from the centre of her hips. You’d spend the next couple minutes moving around her pussy, trying to find the specific spots that made her wimpier and shake, eventually finding one right at the top of her pussy. With that you reoriented somewhat, moving so that your head was pointed upwards somewhat before you started your assault upon her body, grinning slightly when you did so.

That was when you felt her body truly start twitching, her legs twisting upwards and her feet pushing down into the mattress and her waist rising up from the mattress somewhat,her moans growing more and more eager. Meanwhile you noted that her fluid production increased, more and more fluids spraying out of her pussy and covering your face and mouth, the woman’s walls twitching at a much faster rate then they had done before. You proceeded to move your hands further down her thighs so you could get more leverage upon them, feeling just how much her legs shook in your grasp all the while. You’d push your tongue deeper as well, wanting to feel her inner walls grasp away at your tongue as fluids dripped down your jaw, staining the mattress somewhat.

A few moments later and you’d feel as the woman’s inner walls started to clench around your tongue at a much faster pace than it had done before, indicating her orgasm was growing closer and closer by the moment. You’d respond to this by pushing even deeper inside of her, the woman letting out a rather loud moan in response as her legs continued to buckle against your hands eagerly. You’d feel as the fluids would increase slightly, more and more dripping out of it and coating the mattress in your liquids before you’d suddenly feel her pussy tightening against your tongue. That’s when the woman clearly reached her orgasm, the woman’s legs flicking up into the air as you would stop licking, getting ready for the wave of fluids that was going to hit against your face.

The first wave of her lust would hit you hard and fast, covering your face and mouth as she’d twitch in your hands, the taste of her quickly overwhelming you as you’d feel her grip ahold of the mattress. The waves grew larger by the moment, more and more fluids splashing all over the mattress and soaking into it, the woman’s pussy attempting to grip ahold of your tongue as she would rapidly reach a peak. With that a final, gigantic wave pushed out of her pussy with most of it flowing into your mouth,a groan escaping from both her mouth and your own as her orgasm began to diminish, the waves stopping as you’d feel her body hit the mattress again with a light thump, a smile moving across your face as you pulled yourself out from underneath her dress. 

You pulled your body upwards, looking at the woman’s somewhat exhausted body before you’d fall down by underneath her, watching as she slowly came to her senses despite the exhaustion she was in. After a while you’d watch as she began to move her body, inching it across the bed more and more before the woman began to turn her body around so that she was facing you, the same unflinching look being on her face that she always had. She then proceeded or started dragging her body down your own, her head moving past yours before she ended up with her head resting on your crotch and her stomach resting against your face. It wouldn’t take long before the woman felt your rock hard member brushing against her face, the woman staring at it as she’d move her hands up to your trousers.

The woman proceeded to slip her fingers underneath your trousers, managing to get underneath your underwear as well before she began to drag them down your body, staring up at you as she did so. A few moments of pulling later and you’d feel as your cock strained against the fabric before it sprung out of it, the woman’s eyes widening ever so slightly when she watched it spring out. She pulled herself up from your body somewhat, looming over your crotch as she examined your cock, the woman briefly looking down at your head before looking back at your cock. With that she would move her hand over to it, gently pushing her palm around your cock before her fingers proceeded to wrap around , a grunt echoing into her stomach.

The woman’s touch was gentle and careful, the woman having not done this before and as such seemingly going out of her way to make sure that she didn’t hurt you in any way, shape or form. After she had managed to get her grip on you’d she’d proceed to start moving her hand across your member, moving slowly enough that she could feel every flared vein and throbbing gland  as she would reach the tip. She stopped for a moment before moving her hands up and down a few times, pumping the tip and watching as pre would drip out of it, coating her fingers before she moved her hands back down. This would cause your cock to become slick with your own fluids, the woman waiting for a moment again before she travelled up your cock again, starting the cycle.

The woman repeated the movements several times over, moving faster as she got more used to the feeling of your cock inside of her hand although she would slow down when your cock twitched in her grip. Regardless she was doing a good job, the pre that she collected when massaging your cock helped to lube up your member which helped her go even faster, all whilst her soft stomach rubbed against your head. After a minute or so more you’d then feel her body begin to move around somewhat, her legs bracing just above your head whilst her chest would be resting on your stomach. That’s when she started to slow down for a brief moment as she repositioned her wrist before you'd feel a sudden increase in speed, a groan escaping your mouth only to be muffled by her stomach.

The woman’s hand would now glide effortlessly across your member, the woman no longer stopping at the base or to massage the tip, constantly distributing the pleasure around your member. Instead of massaging the tip the woman moved her palm down across your cock when she moved up whilst moving away when she moved down, the woman still smearing the pre across your cock despite her renewed pace. After a minute or so of this she’d move her thumb upwards, pushing it onto the edge of your cock and letting it somewhat clumsily brush against your veins, the woman feeling them throb when she touched them. Meanwhile your grunts would grow louder, becoming less and less muffled by her stomach as you moved your hands to grab ahold of her thighs.

This made the sheep woman jump slightly but when she realised what had occurred she soon calmed down, the woman glancing down at you as she would stroke your member slightly faster than beforehand. The woman would also start moving her thumb in a circle, massaging it around your cock whilst using her fingers to tap against the sides of your cock, continuing to elapse your member in pleasure all the while. The woman’s thumb would be especially useful at making pleasure ooze from your cock, specifically dragging it across your glands and making it so your cock twitched, the woman doing particularly well for someone who was entirely new to all of this.

She then proceeded to start going even faster, her hand starting to blur somewhat as she kept moving up and down your cock, the woman’s massaging fingers smearing across it somewhat. You’d push your fingers deeper down into her rear end, feeling as the flesh brushed up against your digits, hearing a somewhat lustful exhale escape from her mouth as she’d stare at your member, watching as it would twitch and leak all over her hand. You’d also feel as the woman's other hand briefly brushed against your balls, the woman feeling as your cock twitched even harder when she did it, much to her shock. Either way the woman would keep pumping your cock, doing so with a steely determination as your hands stayed thoroughly clamped onto her thighs.

That’s when you felt as you began to throb inside of her hand, your member pushing against her fingers as she continued to run them up and down your cock, feeling as the throbbing grew more intense by the second. You’d then feel a distinct pressure build up at the tip of your member, the pressure starting off small and barely noticeable at first but as time went on it would grow harder and harder to ignore. The pressure grew more and more intense until you’d feel it reach its peak as if it was balling up inside of your tip, making your fingers twitch around her thighs somewhat. A few moments later and you couldn't take it anymore,a groan escaping your mouth as you’d let your orgasm out, the  woman continuing her movements across your cock regardless.

The first volley of cum sprayed out of your member, shooting across the air and covering her hand and the bed with your jizz as the second volley would come some after to compound on what came before. More and more cum escaped your cock, most of it hitting against her hand as it would keep compounding and compounding, creating a thin sheen of semen across her digits as she kept stroking. From there you’d reach your peak, your member twitching before a massive bundle of cum escaped from it, arching in the air before it covered Matilda and the ground. After that your orgasm would come to an end, the ropes maintaining themselves for a moment before growing smaller and smaller, eventually stopping entirely which was when she stopped moving her hand, although she still kept your member locked within her grasp.

The woman waited for a few more moments before she let go of your cock, letting it stay in its half hard state as she would move her hand up her face observing how your cum dripped from her hand. You’d watch as her nose moved around somewhat as if she was sniffing it before she moved her finger across her palm and flicked it back up again, staring at her finger for a brief moment before she placed it into her mouth. From there she’d start sucking on her finger, the woman savouring the taste of your jizz on her tongue before she popped her finger out of her mouth, drool connecting her mouth and her finger together. Those lines of drool would soon be snapped as she then placed her hands on her dress, a smile moving across your face as your cock hardened again.

You crawled out from underneath her, moving so that you were face to face with her before you reached over and grabbed a hold of her arms, feeling the softness of her fur against your skin. “So,shall we?” You asked, the woman responding with a nod as you’d push her down onto the bed, looming over her as you’d watch as she would spread her legs, the woman’s pussy now being on full display. You’d stare at it for a moment, seeing that it  was still slick from when you had eaten her up before you positioned yourself in front of her pussy, your cock just resting on the edges of her lips. You let the anticipation build for a moment, tapping against her arms before you shifted backwards and slammed yourself inside of her, both of you gasping into the air from the feeling.

You’d manage to get yourself half way in before you stopped moving, letting out a grunt as you’d then slam the rest of your cock into her, feeling as her pussy spasmed around your member from the intrusion. You rested there for a moment to allow her to get used to the feeling of your cock inside of her with you noticing a slight bit of blood dripping from her pussy, seeing as it leaked down her folds as you moved backwards. You moved slowly, making sure to not go too hard on the woman as your hands continued to grip her arms, the woman raising her arms up to make it easier for you. You’d get to the point where only the tip of your cock was resting inside of her, waiting for a few moments before you slammed back inside of her again,feeling as she shifted backwards from the force.

You’d repeat the process several times over, feeling the mixture of pussy fluids and blood running down your cock as your hands moved away from her arms, eventually falling from her wrist and onto her stomach. You’d let the softness of her fur linger on your fingers for a moment before you’d cup it within your hands, letting it rest in your palms for a moment, feeling as if it shifted slightly when you thrusted into her. Your fingers started to move into her soft flesh, slowly pushing down upon it as you’d hear another exhale escape her lips, one that seemed to be dripping with her lust. With that you learn yourself down somewhat, your head hovering over her chest before you start to move your hips faster, feeling as her legs wrapped around your back as the speed increases.

Now that she had gotten used to the feeling of you inside of her it meant that you didn’t need to stop anymore, going at a continuous pace, feeling her walls twitch against your member for several moments as they got used to the newfound speed. Her legs hung just over your hips as you thrusted inside of her, hearing as she moaned into the air as your hands kept groping and kneading away at her stomach.  After a few moments the woman’s inner walls got used to your member, clenching at a more controlled rate although she still did have her moments of rapidly brushing across your cock. You’d start moving your head closer and closer to her breasts, watching as they swayed with the force of your thrusts before you open your mouth and pushed it onto her nipple.

A shrill moan escaped her mouth as she felt the wet sensation of your lips clamping around your breast, the woman squirting out a slight bit of her milk before you began to push your tongue against her already hard nipple. This would only cause more milk to spray out of her breast, coating your mouth and tongue with it as you’d feel her legs wrap around your back even harder than she had done beforehand. You could feel the mixture of rich creaminess and the hint of something sweet as you swallowed it down, the woman’s hand resting on your head before you pulled away from her breast. You’d pant into the air, letting the taste linger inside of your mouth as it started to go even faster against her, moving your mouth to her other breast and starting to suck on it.

You were going so fast now that all you could hear was a mixture of her own moans and the leads sounds of flesh against flesh, her hands clutching ahold of your head as the other one moved to your back. You’d feel as her inner walls would go back to their extremely erratic ways, rubbing and pushing across your member, rubbing and pushing across your glands and veins as you’d pull away from her breast again. With that you were able to look into her eyes, seeing a mixture of lust and love stirring in the black pools that she was staring up at you with, a pant escaping your mouth. You looked down at her breasts, considering going for a second round before you decided that you had your feel, increasing your grip on her stomach as you rammed into her.

That’s when you felt yourself start to throb inside of her pussy, your cock pushing against her ruthless inner walls which were clenching around your cock regardless of how fast you were going. You then felt as the pressure began to build up at the tip of your member, this time feeling as it consumed the entirety of your cock at once, wrapping around it somewhat and starting off somewhat tolerable at first. This would rapidly grow to be extremely intense, the throbbing mixing with the pleasure and making it so it would grow harder and harder to hold your orgasm inside. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, gasping out into the air before slamming inside of her, watching as her back pushed upwards somewhat as her inner walls would wrap around your member.

The first ropes shot out even faster and harder than they did when you came the first time, a torrent of jizz spraying across her inner walls as her hands dug themselves into your skin and shirt. As your orgasm continued, more and more of her insides were becoming covered in your cum, the woman’s legs clutching your back as if to make sure you couldn’t escape her grasp, not that you remotely desired to do so at that point. Suddenly you’d feel as your orgasm would reach its peak, a massive amount of cum spraying out of your cock and into the deepest reaches of her pussy as she groaned. After that your orgasm came to an end, the ropes growing smaller and smaller before stopping in its entirety, a pant escaping your mouth as your grip on her body became more gentle.

You’d stay looming over her for a moment, getting your breath back as you’d stare down at her eyes, smiling before you’d go to speak, pulling out slowly as you would feel her fluids dripping down your member. “Thank you…” you mumbled out, taking another breath as you went to clean your throat. “Thank you, for staying here with me for all this time. Especially now, given how lonely things have been.” You said, breathlessly confessing to her as you’d place your hands on either side of her body as she kept looking up at you. You’d then feel as her hand moved back over to your head where she responded by pushing your head down onto her breasts, the woman's fingers then moving across your head, a chuckle escaping you as you moved up.

“Yeah, I know, don’t you worry.” You responded as you moved up to her snout and kissed her on the lips,the woman’s lips being soft yet somewhat fuzzy, gazing into her eyes as you figured that your work could wait for an hour or so more.