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The Land After Time (Mr. M & Hahvoc Requiem)

Philip had the mats laid together by the time Ham brought Raimei over. He kissed her hard as he laid her down, reclining beside her. He only brought his hands away from her to help remove clothing; hers, his, it didn't matter. What had so recently been carefully put on was tossed away as swiftly as possible.

The fire was warm on one side, and while the night wasn't particularly chilly, it felt chilled in comparison. The dichotomy was delicious on their shared skin. His hands moved with a surety they hadn't possessed before; he was comfortable with her, now, he knew the kind of things she wanted, knew what worked and what she didn't respond as well to, so he had less exploration to do. That is to say, he didn't have to explore the minor stuff; he still had territory he wanted to show her.

His lips were hot on hers, his tongue lashing into her mouth, meeting hers, equally passionate, and soon they were sliding against each other again, naked, grinding and already generating sweat. He broke his kissing just long enough to pant into her ear, "My gods, you're so amazing," before he captured her earlobe with his lips and teeth.
 
Raimei didn't feel as overwhelmed this time by her raging hormones. She was overwhelmed by her feelings and the heat that generated between the two of them. She was losing control but in her own way- though it was still partially fueled by the aphrodisiac flower's pollen. She felt more like herself- just a more out of control and wild version of herself. But she didn't hate that in the least. She was getting another taste of sexual freedom that she couldn't get enough of. Especially with him. Feeling naked but not exposed, she pressed herself against him and kissed him hungrily- as if she was starving for another taste- which was how she felt. She swooned over the taste of him and arched into his hands, his touch igniting a fiercer fire within her. There was much less hesitation in the way his hands moved and she reveled in it, touching with the same need and sureness.

She groaned and arched, panting for breath even as she moaned into their kiss, feeling the heat envelope her and take over. She pulled him on top of her, grinding their hips together as she clawed at his back, desperate for more and for this to never end. She flushed at his words but soon let out a low moan as he nipped her ear, making her shudder from the suddenness and practically gush with arousal. It didn't matter if she had an audience or not, she needed him to sate her aching body and wanted him like nothing- not even her target standing in front of her and taunting her could have made her break away from Hammond's embrace. Her hands continued to caress him as she panted into his ear, and softly moaned- whispering for him to make her feel good again.
 
His hips slipped between her thighs like her body was made for his, and he found both of them ready with a few rubbing thrusts of his pelvis. He levered his body up, almost gasping at the coolness of the air between them, and looked down at her appreciatively. He smiled warmly, and without further words, he worked his hips, rubbing his rigid length against her, spreading her copious moisture, until he felt the head of his cock nestle in just right, and he eased himself forward, sliding smoothly and with only very slight resistance into her body, pushing deep until he was buried in her.

She was heat incarnate, in several senses of the word, exciting his skin, his nostrils, his eyes, her voice like music in his ears, the taste of her, the writhing of her body as it adjusted to his presence once again, and then it was like a switch had been flipped, and he was all instinct and reaction, moving not hurriedly but still pumping with an intensity, a vague sense of urgency, because he wanted her so badly, while he let his body drop to hers again, wanting to feel her all over his skin, to be coated in her, that was what he wanted. His body moved in response to hers, his pumping was nearly automatic, in a measured, barely-restrained sort of way, and his eyes were drinking her in, even as his tongue wanted to devour her with every lick and kiss.
 
She was on fire and felt him rubbing and pressing against her with such need that it made her own grow as if she was feeding off of it. Soft and heavy moans escaped her as she felt him rubbing against her aching sex, needing him inside of her and soon enough her wish was granted. It was a little uncomfortable but definitely not like that first time and her pleasure overrode any nuances of pain. Once he filled her, she arched her back and pressed her nails into his skin, gasping for breath.

And then she felt him moving and felt that insane pleasure rocket through her as he thrust deeply and endlessly into her. He wasn't moving fast, but hard and deep like she craved. And she wanted more with a desperation she couldn't quite control. She felt almost possessed and moved with him as best she could when she felt him press against her, chest to chest and hip to hip. Gods, did she want this man and all that he could give. One of her hands tangled in his hair while the other gripped his ass and squeezed, wanting him to thrust a little bit harder and faster- even though he was barely restraining himself from breaking her apart. But she could handle it- and boy, did she want it.
 
He began to move with her, move in opposition to her as well as in concert with her. The heat from their bodies filled him, drove him. He drove deep, grinding against her as he buried himself in her, feeling her fingers wound in his hair, pulling it, guiding and controlling his head, where he kissed her, where his lips and tongue tasted, even as his hands found her thighs, her knees, pushing her legs up and to the side, controlling her body as she controlled his lips.

Their bodies slid and squished, sweaty skin slapping, such glorious if indelicate sounds to accompany their moans and gasps and heavy panting breaths, the softness of her breasts mashing and sliding beneath his chest, the hot wet squeeze of her channel, grasping and milking him even as she heaved against him and flexed under his grasp. She didn't so much struggle to get free, but her fingers flexed against his scalp and her breath exploded in his mouth as he hit yet another inner pleasue.

And Dunny watched, as before, smiling. He could feel the familiar arousal in his own nethers, and decided to extrude the human-compatible option to take care of it. Soon he was gently stroking his own length, much like any human male would, feeling the shaft of it grow harder under his touch, as he watched the two couple like wild animals. Oh, both of them were surprising him a great deal, this evening.
 
"Hammond!"

She cried out his name with a moan following as he hit her in just the right way that had her writhing and practically begging for more of him. It felt so goddamn good- even better than last time it seemed. Probably because her virgin barrier and pain was no longer a problem and would never be again. She knew she was leaving deep marks in his back and ass, but she didn't care. She wanted him to fuck her like it was the last thing he would ever do! And man, did he deliver! Kissing, biting, sucking abounded in all the right places as she controlled where his mouth went while he controlled the lower half of her body and did things that made her eyes roll back in pleasure. It wasn't long before she felt that overwhelming tingling in all her limbs and center where they coupled. It expanded and expanded until it was too much and she cried out as she orgasmed, riding and squeezing his cock desperately as her back arched and she shook all over. But instead of sating her hungry sexual beast, it made her want more.

Philip watched with strange fascination- not sure exactly what they were doing but monitoring their vitals to be sure they didn't hurt themselves. Or whatever. He knew the term of what they were doing, but he hadn't actually seen it in action. He beeped quietly to himself before he made a robotic shrug and zipped about- cleaning up after the trio and adding more sticks to the fire to keep it burning hot but low. He checked the parameter before going off on his own just outside of the perimeter- making sure he kept them within his sights and didn't wander off too far.
 
He ground into her, moaning at the sound of his own name, getting lost in the feel of her, the joy of her and him and the way they wrenched and pleasured each other. And then, and then, and then she reached her point, and her body clenched and spasmed and trembled and milked him, desperately pulling his own orgasm, his own climax, and he couldn't resist, he couldn't stop it. He tensed up, trying to fight off the release, as long as he could, extending the pleasure, but it was useless; with a strangled-sounding roar, he drove deep and emptied himself into her in short, expressive bursts of joy, losing himself in the moment of ecstasy with her.

He finally slacked, gasping, and half-rolled to the side, still wrapped around her, locked to her, but letting her roll with him, releasing her from being under his weight. He panted and gazed at her, eyes full of unreadable emotion. And then he breathed, "You're amazing," as his exhaustion swept over him.

Behind them, Dunny purred. It was an appreciative noise, and he was lying on the ground near them, head propped up on his one hand, gazing.
 
Feeling him climax made her shiver and gasp, holding him through it until he finally came down and rolled away only to pull her along for the ride. She pressed up against him with a sigh, looking into his eyes with a blush at all the emotion there. She wasn't used to being looked at like that. It made her feel a little bit vulnerable- and more feminine. When he whispered that she was amazing, the blush deepened and she could see how tired he was after their session of hard loving. She could hear Dunny purring and it made her shiver. She was still hungry...and needy. And she wished she wasn't. She wanted to just cuddle and go to sleep, but her body wouldn't have it. She sighed with irritation as she stroked a hand along Hammond's chest gently, making random patterns. Her sex throbbed from pleasure but after awhile it began to ache with need again and she felt her nipples pearl with her arousal. She knew Hammond wouldn't be up for what she wanted...but could she really sleep with Dunny? She didn't know but her body was practically wriggling for more. She tried to lay still and just relax, but her hormones were still in control and she felt herself making soft noises of distress- which she had never made before! But she couldn't help it. She wanted this to be over with.

"Hammond...I..."

She didn't know exactly how to say it, but she knew her voice spoke all of it. She was needy, desperate for relief, and upset with herself. She hid her face in his neck as she felt herself shaking with repressed annoyance and distress. She wanted to go to sleep and not wake up feeling like a live-wire. She wanted to feel more like herself. She really hoped after this next bout, she would be okay.
 
He heard the tones in her voice, felt her trembling, saw the way she hid her face and the tiny noises she'd make, and the way she buried her face in his neck, he figured it out.

He kissed her temple, sighing. "It's all right. I know that you're needy, and it's not something you can control. I don't have another go in me quite yet... the human male needs to rest in between, they call it the refractory period."

He tipped her face up to see him smile gently. "However, if you want satisfaction with no strings and no commitments, we do have an alternative."

From behind her, Dunny made a happy "rowr!" sound and stretched, not touching her as yet, but being very, very available. He was... poised, one could say, and ready, but not being pushy. If he caught what was going on, he was looking forward to finally some activity.
 
She didn't necessarily pout but she did frown in the slightest at not being to get what she wanted from Hammond. But...he needed his rest and she couldn't just use him like that. It felt like it was too much to ask. And she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Dunny's happiness but it wasn't out of malice or spite. It just seemed so like him to be up and ready to rumble. Or fornicate...as it seemed to be leading to. Was she uncomfortable with it? A little bit, but it wasn't like she could fight her body's needs when they weren't necessarily hers to control. Her hormones seemed all too willing to use Dunny's body for gratification.

"It doesn't mean I'm happy about it. But I won't regret it.."

She murmured, unable to stop herself from touching his skin. It was nice beneath her fingers and she just wanted to touch him all over again. But she reminded herself that he couldn't do that again because it was a strain on his body and she didn't want to hurt him. Looking over at Dunny, she sighed lightly and nodded lightly.

"Okay. But only cause I need to. I hope you don't expect me to be in love with you after."

She smiled lightly, not being totally serious.
 
Dunny nodded, smiled a bit, and tilted his head a bit. He reached over, his long arms easily crossing the distance, and stroked her face. He wiggled a little closer and took one of her hands. He held it with both of his, and kissed it. Despite their appearance, his lips puckered and kissed not entirely unlike a human's. There was a bit of a difference, but it was ignorable.

Dunny unfolded one of Raimei's fingers and took it gently in his mouth, sucking and wrapping his incredibly dexterous yet immensely soft tongue around the tip. Hammond touched her back gently, reassuringly, as Dunny wiggled closer.

The cat man kept hold of her hand with one of his paws, while the other reached to take her free hand. He sucked in another finger as he wiggled closer, and kept his eyes locked on hers. Then he took her free hand and guided it to his crotch, letting her feel the heat and incredible smoothness of the shaft he had extruded there. His lips curved a bit into a smile as he felt her react, saw her expression change.
 
It was a weird sensation to have her face stroked by his hands, but she leaned into it for a moment, her body reacting to the touch and making her cheeks bloom red. And when he kissed her hand, she shivered a little, feeling a difference but with her reactions and needs, she could ignore it. The wetness that soon engulfed her finger made her gasp and close her eyes, especially when he sucked on her finger and wrapped his tongue around the digit. It was such a strange sensation that made the heat and desire flare up in her nipples and sex, making her feel more needy. Hammond's touch at her back made it seem more okay, less scary, and more acceptable. Her body's need reveled in the touches while he brain tried to keep up.

Feeling him suck another finger into his mouth, she found herself biting her lip to stave off a moan. It felt strangely erotic and as much as she knew Hammond wanted her to enjoy herself and fulfill her needs, she didn't want him hurt. But there were just some things she wouldn't be able to control. Her body's wishes were too much for her to contain. Feeling his paw take her free hand and wrap it about his cock-well, his version of a penis- she opened her eyes wide and gasped. It was smooth and soft, almost like he had thin layer of fur there that had been brushed and buffed smooth like suede. But it was more than that. It was smoother. It was an odd sensation, but it strangely felt good to wrap her hand around it and explore, moving her hand up and down slowly, curiosity and desire warring on her face.
 
Dunny grinned at her, and his cock grew somewhat more rigid, somewhat warmer. He continued to suckle on her fingers, his incredibly dexterous tongue working some magic on her digits. Once she gripped his length, his hand was free to reach over and stroke her thigh, his slender fingers almost dancing along her skin. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to touch, how to slide, how to tease her flesh to give her goosebumps of pleasure. This wasn't his first time with a human, or human female, and there was actually a fair amount of cross-species application.

He stroked along the outer hip of her thigh, her hip, and across Raimei's belly. And then he stroked down the front of her thigh, as he pulled another finger within his mouth. The hand holding hers let go, then, and slowly moved to stroke her breasts. He cupped and gently massaged them, and didn't worry so much that she had only two; all the more attention he could focus on them, then.

Hammond wasn't entirely sanguine about this; he was a modern man, and there was no formal connection between them, but there was something, some emotional impulse, that was possessive. But if anyone was going to be able to help her in her current condition, it was Dunny. And if there's anyone he trusted not to take advantage of her emotions, it was him, if only because he was so openly and almost gleefully amoral about his sexual behavior.

The cat-man moved closer, wiggling a bit, and his large eyes stared unblinkingly at hers, crinkling a bit at the corners as if he were smiling. His fingertips on the one hand played with and tugged gently at her nipples, while the other slid up her inner thigh and teased gently at the upper parts, right at the join of her groin.
 
His touch indeed sent goosebumps flaring up along her skin at his expert touches. Her mind was beginning to slip away the more he suckled on her fingers and touched her naked skin. A strange thought came to life in her mind and she wanted not just Dunny touching her, but Hammond, too. She wanted them both to indulge her and themselves but she mentally shook it away before gasping as his hand began stroking and teasing her breasts. She had wanted to keep her sounds muted more for Hammond's benefit but she moaned with a shiver, feeling him suck another finger into his mouth while teasing her body. She felt all her sensitive bits start burning up into life. It was a low flame, but she knew with his ministrations that that low burn would grow into a wildfire.

Her hand continued to work on his erection, not really thinking about it but more of an instinct she didn't think she had possessed. It worked him while her thoughts started to shut down and pleasure started to fill her mental processes. As his hand moved up along the landscape of her legs, she found herself biting her lip in anticipation, soft panting breaths leaving her from his caress. It wasn't long before he was teasing her sex lightly, and she gasped, shivering all over. She hadn't known she had started to become hyper-aware of his touch until he was at where she desperately wanted. She hadn't known what to do with her free hand either and so she used it to keep herself steady by pressing against the bed beneath her.
 
Dunny moved closer, letting her fingers go and gently easing her onto her back. It seemed the best method to take a human female, at least at first. Other positions could wait; he constantly had to remind himself of the relative inexperience of this one, a kind of self-restraint that was arousing in and of itself.

As the felinoid pushed Raimei onto her back, Hamm moved aside to give them some room. He didn't go far, though... if she expressed any discomfort, or needed any translation, he was going to be right nearby. However, it seemed Dunny wasn't talking in any language that needed translation.

Dunny didn't try to stop her hand from working, and in fact, meant to allow her to put that to use. Once she was on her back, he moved beside her, on his elbows and hip, and stroked down her body, moving himself to angle appropriately. It was a little odd how he managed to somehow reverse their orientation without disengaging either of them from their manual contact, but somehow his head was down near her hips, and his own member wasn't too far from her head. That's when he started to lick, that immensely soft tongue of his lashing out at the tops of her thighs, along her pelvis, charting a course that led gently in toward the center, though he was taking his time to get there.
 
Raimei still felt a little uneasy about the whole thing, but her mind was slowly slipping away from discomfort and thought-processes as she was laid down on her back, still managing to hold onto to Dunny's phallus without making anything uncomfortable for her arm or for him. She stopped stroking at the change in position to better position her hand but it was still the same minus said phallus being near her head and his head near her pelvis. It was an intriguing position though still pretty fucking weird since she wasn't sure what exactly she was suppose to do, but her mind started to blank as she gasped and shut her eyes, feeling his tongue move across her skin. She hadn't been touched near there before with just someone's tongue and the sensation was heady, making goosebumps appear along her skin. It felt really good. Almost too good. Soon, her hand started working at him again, gently touching and stroking, not even sure if it was what he wanted or liked. She knew Hammond had liked it a bit and she had heard Dunny practically purring. She had to be doing something right, right?

She looked over at Hammond, still a bit unsure of the whole thing and wanting him to kiss her, reassure her. She had just slept with him after all, even if they weren't together and didn't know each other that well, she felt vulnerable like this, like she could be easily hurt. She didn't like that feeling at all. She was tough, damnit! But she was also a woman with needs and it was hard to give in to those needs when she had wanted to just curl up with Hammond and go to sleep. But her skin was too hot and her body too wired and needy for gently touches. Dunny's teasing tongue didn't help much and she didn't want to order him to hurry up. She felt like she would be betraying Hammond or something if she did. It was weird, the connection she had with him. It wasn't strong but it was there and influencing her enough that she felt a little guilty even if it wasn't her fault.
 
Hammond saw the look, and had some idea of what it meant. He reached out to her and stroked her chin. "Shhh, it's all right. Your body needs this. And Dunny knows what he's doing." He leaned in and kissed her gently. "Don't worry. I'm here, if you need me..."

Dunny did, in fact, know what he was doing. He half-listened to the humans whispering, but mostly he was paying attention to her body, tensing up, even though it was aroused. He paused in his licks, moving in something of a holding pattern, enjoying her occasional sliding tugs along his current member, until he felt her starting to relax. That's when he nosed inward, his tongue a soft, wet tracery against her skin, which immediately found her softest, most sensitive flesh and stroked across it, the opening salvo to a delicate, feather-like assault.

He moved his hips a little, almost autonomic thrusts, as he gently eased her thighs apart, giving him better access. His tongue teased and tickled her, bringing her sensations completely unique to the technically inexperienced bounty hunter. His hands stroked along her thighs, reaching inward to tease her more, bring more sensation to her. And Hammond touched her shoulder, letting her know he was there, letting her have permission to enjoy it, to reciprocate.
 
Raimei sighed into the kiss and steadily relaxed at his words. She wanted him involved, too. Wanted more than just a light, reassuring kiss. She wanted heat and fire and desire. Her lips felt cold and abandoned even while the rest of her was alight with need and pleasure. She wanted more but then her thoughts drifted into emptiness as that talented tongue swept nearer and nearer her swollen folds, before making light contact that had her eyes widening with a gasp. But it didn't stop there, and her whole body trembled with needing more even if she wasn't exactly sure what that more was. Feeling his gently thrust into her closed hand, she tightened her grip instinctively as he opened her legs.

At first, she wasn't quite sure how to handle the sensation of his tongue against her sex, but her body processed it with delight as she closed her eyes and arched her back, giving into it. A blush bloomed across her cheeks before she let out soft sounds of delight and pleasure at his touch, unable to stop the sounds even if she wanted to. It felt so good, she wasn't sure if she could process it all but it wasn't something she could think about: only feel and damn if it wasn't incredible. She felt a touch on her shoulder and knew it was Hammond. She wanted his touch, to touch all the neglected spaces but she didn't know how to ask or what to say, not with Dunny's tongue and hands stroking sensitive places she hadn't been sure were that sensitive. Whatever he was teasing was making the pleasure grow, expand, almost too much too fast and yet not enough, not nearly enough.
 
With his finely-honed sense of eroticism, Dunny had an instinct. He pulled his tongue inside his mouth just long enough to purr-yowl something to Hamm. The human furrowed his brow at the sound. “R-really?” he whispered.

Dunny had returned to his work, stroking his tongue deeper against Raimei, seeking out her most sensitive buttons of flesh, so his answering indignant purr was slightly muffled.

Hammond was hesitant--excited, but hesitant. But with Dunny’s urging, he moved in, sliding up against her, his lips nibbling against her skin, lightly nipping. His hands moved in, stroking, touching, not sure he wanted to interfere with Dunny. The cat-man moved easily and confidently, though, taking control of stroking Raimei’s legs and pelvis, bringing her pleasure there, and leaving Hamm to bring her pleasure on her upper body.

And he did, getting into it, stroking and massaging her breasts with one hand, his other going under her neck, to massage her muscles and lace into the hair at the back of her head. He turned her head to kiss him, a hungrier, more passionate kiss as he got himself adjusted to the idea. His tongue flickered against hers not entirely unlike how Dunny's was flickering against her sex. Then he turned her head and began to nibble on the side of her neck and her ear, turning her face toward Dunny's soft, throbbing member, almost forgotten in her hand. When he moved to get a better angle, raised his head, and saw the proximity of Dunny's equipment to her face, he chuckled. "I think he'd enjoy it very much if you licked it a little bit," he murmured, barely audible, directly into her ear.
 
She felt him stop and almost whimpered but soon he was back between her legs and lapping up all her cream. The analogy made her giggle in just the slightest before his purr reverberated down her into her flesh and she gasped, gripping him harder. She hoped she didn't hurt him but it wasn't like she would really talk. Not with his head down between her legs and bringing all her sensitive bits to life. It felt so good. She sort of felt like an incoherent babbling idiot with her moans and sighs of need and want and desire. But Dunny seemed to know exactly what she needed before she could even try to think of what that might be. Then more hands were on her body, stroking and caressing, teasing her flesh into producing staggering heights of pleasure. She gasped out louder, her eyes barely able to focus on Hammond for a moment before she bit her lip as she made a loud moan- almost like a growl of need.

Her nipples pebbled into hardened points and grew so sensitive his touches made her feel like she was burning up. And soon his lips- what she had craved- came crashing down on her and drove her wild. She used her free hand to delve it into his hair and tug, wanting him close, moaning as they grew so in sync with pleasuring her body. She wouldn't be able to take much more. She could already feel the pressure growing into something big- something intense. Her tongue twined about his before he pulled back to nibble her neck and ear- making her shiver even more, practically caving beneath the pressure. She couldn't process all the touches, but damn if it didn't feel like everything she needed in that moment. Her body swelled under the onslaught even while her mind reeled from what was actually happening. Hearing him speak, she blinked, trying to clear her head enough to respond.

"..Lick?"

She whispered, shivering at the husky tone of his voice. So he meant like...oh. She blushed a deeper color of rouge before she did what he suggest, not really sure how exactly to go about it, so she went with instinct. She licked the tip lightly a few times to test the waters. There was a slightly salty-sweet taste there and it piqued her interest so she licked again.
 
Dunny’s purr got louder and more emphatic, and he nosed deeper between her thighs, his tongue finally finding and lavishing attention all over the little button of her clitoris. He clutched at her hips, turning them a little more toward him, as he burrowed into her, his whiskers tickling her inner thighs as he worked on her, eliciting as much pleasure as he could. His hips gyrated just a little, thrusting almost unconsciously toward her face, proffering more of his shaft to the attentions of her mouth.

Hamm, meanwhile, massaged and manipulated her breasts, one and then the other, while he guided her head just slightly with his other hand. Her nipples dug into his palms, and his lips stroked along her shoulder. As Dunny turned her a little bit, Hamm moved in beneath her, pressing his warm body against her back. He found his desire stirring slightly, despite its recent over-work, and he sighed as he felt her body quaking and squirming against his own. She was clearly enjoying what he was doing; would he be able to help her enjoy herself even more?

He hoped so.
 
"Ah, ah~!"

She moaned out, feeling him touch the sensitive little bundle of nerves that sent her body into overdrive. She could barely keep focused, feeling him drive her toward the edge but not quite over it. Dunny's teasing licks and nibbles made her quiver while Hammond's hands on her sensitive buds made her shake. God, what were they doing to her! Her mind was fogged and basically going on instinct at this point as she took what was offered and suckled on Dunny's phallus, taking it into her mouth like he seemed to want and giving it all manner of teasing. Her body was on fire and flushed a light pink all over, arousal and pleasure destroying all composure- as if she had any.

It wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge, and the feeling of something so big and overwhelming settled low in her stomach and threatened to destroy her. At least that's what she felt. Sucking on Dunny while arching into Hammond's hands was a challenge in and of itself but it was like her body was in control instead of her- and what she felt made it all the more apparent. Feeling everything made her suddenly tense up, feeling a hard ball of pleasure start to grow and expand and take over and before she knew it, she tensed up so hard she thought her bones might break as her vision dotted with black as her orgasm struck hard and heavy, stealing her breath even as she screamed and writhed.
 
Hammond buried his face against her throat as she orgasmed, finding her arousal contagious, as evidenced by his increasing rigidity against the flesh of her buttocks and thighs. Dunny, of course, was entirely expecting this, and was satisfied in the reaction. Certainly, he didn't expect any human woman could long hold out against his tongue's learned technique. He was nearly purring at her efforts, as well, and certainly wasn't dissatisfied with her inexperienced but enthusiastic pleasuring.

But he was ready to change, and so was she. He arched, with that feline limberness, and as he withdrew his silky, hot shaft from her lips, he replaced its presence with his tongue nearly instantly, his lips mashing on hers, kissing with an oddly human-like pressure, despite the difference in his mouthparts. He pressed against her, feeling her body trembling and writhing, feeling Hammond pressed on the other side, sandwiching her between them, and luxuriated in the erotic energy sluicing off of her.

Before her orgasm subsided, Dunny took advantage of her wetness and her lack of resistance. It was lucky for her she'd been introduced to her carnal nature earlier, because his bulk was not hesitant in its entry, sliding in not brutally, not harshly, but with eagerness and insistence. Before she was fully down from her endorphins, he was in her, spreading her deep inside, filling her like she'd only been filled on one occasion before, just earlier that evening.

As he entered, he started murmuring, something almost purring, almost growling, and it was something Hammond understood. He raised an eyebrow, but it was absolutely true that Dunny's instincts were better-developed than his. How Dunny would know this, though, he had no idea. Even still, he helped the cat-man lift her leg to wrap over his pelvis, and with the parting that provided, he licked a couple of his fingers and reached down, feeling the shaft of Dunny accidentally before he moved a bit toward himself, feeling the little crinkle of her anus, where he massaged and teased, as Dunny had suggested, and warily gauged her reaction.
 
Her skin tingled as if she had been sunburned: all sensitive to the touch and hot, almost as if she might burn alive from sheer pleasure. She hadn't known she could ever feel this good in her entire life- hell, even in just one or two moments of her life. Feeling Dunny's shaft slide past her lips and out her mouth, she took in a deeper breath of air and felt her body shake from the pleasure-controlled tremors. It almost hurt how tense her body had become but as she started to come down from feeling, she felt light and almost giddy- satisfied. But as her senses started to return to normal she felt how hot her skin actually was since she was pressed between the two men like virginal cream between two experienced slices of men. But it wasn't long before her mouth was active again, taken in by Dunny's kiss which was almost parallel to Hammond's but not quite as hot and nerve-tingling. Still, it was enjoyable and made her body ache for what he could give. Since her hands were free, she gripped the back of his head to keep him at her lips, almost high off the pleasure of them pressing into her. Even though this wasn't love- wasn't anything more than relieving her and finding bonds of trust, she felt accepted and liked. Being liked was good enough. A bounty hunter couldn't be too picky.

But before anymore thoughts could slice through her pleasure haze, Dunny pushed his way into her throbbing sex, stretching and filling her in a different way since the position was different and gasped out a moan, adjusting to his size and depth. It stole her attention as her body adjusted and flexed around him, his sounds lost on her as her body became accustomed to his invasion. However, she wasn't distracted from the fact her leg was lifted by two separate hands to wrap about Dunny's waist before she felt a wet warmth and prodding against her other virginal orifice. She gasped and trembled, feeling nerves come to life and respond to the touch, making her bite her lip and whimper a little bit at the sensation, not hating it but not sure how to react to it either.
 
Her body trembled as he touched her nether orifice, which seemed almost superheated to his fingertips, but that was likely his overactive perceptions; this entire situation was enflaming his senses and his body, both. She whimpered and trembled, reacting, but not refusing. Pretty much as Dunny had said; the cat-man had a sense that was uncanny. Or perhaps he just knew to try and push what buttons he could.

For his part, Dunny was luxuriating in the squeeze of her on his shaft, the feel of her body twitching against him, around him. His hips were moving, smoothly and gently because he knew this was all still new to her, comparatively speaking, but he also knew she was heating up almost perceptibly to his movements, her moans against his lips were wracked with passion. All his hairs were tingly, the barest touch was bringing pleasure to him, so the press of her modest but emphatically well-shaped human curves against his body was as arousing as the friction that grew gradually in the well-lubricated depths of her body.

So sensitive was Dunny to all that was happening, he could tell from the change in her tightness, her feel, as well as from the little changes in her breathing and noises when Hammond eased a slick finger into her tightest channel, pushing gently past the clenching sphincters into the hot, soft depths beyond. It was Dunny’s philosophy that if you’re going to experience pleasure, you might as well try and experience all you can, in any and every combination, any chance you get. It was a philosophy that had served him fabulously in the past, and as he saw how she reacted favorably, and how Hammond reacted with intrigued interest to her reactions, he smiled to himself that he was rubbing off on the poor, strait-laced humans. And it was about time!
 
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