Ivan meant to finish in a single, soul shattering burst a final, carnal gift for the trembling fox girl who'd given herself so sweetly to their hunger. Instead, he barely lasted two more thrusts. The tightness and heat of Felicity's body, stretched wide around him and still squeezing, clamped down with desperate, involuntary pulses. His knot threatened to swell. He groaned, "Fuck, sweetheart gonna—" and then it was happening, his release painted in white-hot waves inside her, her little body shuddering with every twitch.
Victor, feral and victorious, had her chin in one hand and his cock in the other, guiding the tip over her lips. "Open," he growled, and she obeyed, kisses eager and clumsy, her tongue painting swirls around the head while her body still clenched on Ivan's cock. Her own pleasure was screaming and moaning almost mewling, tears slicking her cheeks, messy with drool and cum. Even then, even broken, she was perfect.
