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Dillian keeps brushing, leaning his head a little to feel Christine's cheek on his own for the barest of moments with a little sigh of pleasure as she reaches around and presses against his back. He didn't seem to mind his slavery very much. Ashlie is getting more and more worked up, and the front of the Hunter's pants is definitely tented.

Undoing buttons, his length is soon freed to the air and he shivers softly, Ashlie mewling longingly with her face buried in the grass, moaning and gasping into the ground muffledly while she raises her ass even higher, now fully presenting herself to him, or anyone, or anything really. She didn't seem like the type to care if she was worked up.
 
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"Looks like she's ready for you." Christine says, letting go of Dillian and moving to scratch Ashlie behind the ears for a bit before spreading her legs for the squirrelgirl.
 
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Dillian groans and licks his lips, managing to brush them across Christine's in a passing kiss as she moved before moving up behind Ashlie while Christine took her front. Scratching her ears, Ashlie whimpered and looked up, to see Christine's spread legs and bared flower, wriggling forward to run her tongue along her petals slowly, moaning.

Dillian was also moving, his cock grinding along her slick folds while he wrapped his hand around the base of her tail firmly, making her stiffen and arch, having to shove her face into Christine's flower to keep from crying out into the open before she shoved her tongue forward, lapping at Christine eagerly while her ass remained locked in place, her hips grinding slightly along Dillian but unable to move far because of the grip on her tail, which was making her mewl and moan straight into Christine's depths.

The vibrations that poured from her lips into Christine's folds as Dillian thrust forward into her were heavenly, as was the strangled, muffled cry Ashlie gave, Dillian actually swearing under his breath as he hilted with a pant, before starting to fuck her, drawing back before slamming his hips forward again, driving into her hard and deep, watching her lick and lap at Christine, before raising his eyes to watch the kitsune's chest rise and fall, and see her face as Ashlie pleasured her, the squirrel girl caught between the hunter and the kitsune firmly, Ashlie's hands curled around Christine's pale thighs.
 
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Continuing to tease the squirrelgirl's ears, Christine soon starts moaning as that wonderfully talented tongue starts teasing her flower. Watching the incredibly erotic scene in front of her, Christine feels her cheeks heating up as Dillian finally penetrates Ashlie and inevitably her hands wander upwards, starting to blissfully tease her own chest.
 
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Dillian can't take his eyes off of Christine as she toys with her own chest, unable to get away from it while he only fucks Ashlie even harder, making her gasp and cry out into the kitsune's folds as she redoubles her own efforts to please Christine with her tongue.

Each thrust made a wet, hard slap against her ass and thighs and Ashlie's face was locked firmly to Christine's cunt, her hands wrapped around her lower back and ass now, holding on for all her worth while Dillian drove her through her first peak, Ashlie only raising up long enough to scream out her release before diving back in, and Dillian was still going strong.

He came shortly after, causing Ashlie to cry out again both in shock, and bliss as he poured his heat into her depths, giving her every drop, before giving her a moment to recover, resting inside her, grinding against her inner walls by rolling his hips slowly while he watched Christine, listening to her groan into Christine's cunt while he stayed buried in Ashlie's.
 
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Squeezing her breasts and giving Dillian quite the show, Christine closes her eyes and moans loudly as she cums, easily pushed over the edge by the sounds of the other orgasms. Panting slightly, she opens them again, looking into Dillian's eyes and smiling. "Looks like you still have some juice."
 
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Dillian grins as Christine cums as well, and nods, giving Ashlie a good firm grind, before slipping free, making her gasp and fall limp on the ground, Dillian still hard and with eyes only for Christine right now, his grip on Ashlie's tail finally relenting enough to let her sink back to the ground.

More then enough to give you something more... Bracing, then a licking. he answers, moving forward over Ashlie to press his lips hungrily to Christine's, groaning into a deep and long kiss, his hands rolling up her thighs as he kept moving forward, looking to put her underneath him.
 
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Kissing Dillian deeply, Christine sinks backwards, wrapping her arms around Dillian's neck and pulling him down with her. Letting the man go after a long embrace, Christine just stares at him hungrily, her ears twitching.
 
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Dillian seems overjoyed when Christine returns the embrace, their tongues dancing agilely for a long moment as she wraps around him, sinking to the ground. His length, slick and hot, was already rolling over her own wet folds, and he gasped as his head found her depths, starting to gently sink into his owner.

Looking down at her, he moaned, before it turned into a smile as he hilted, Mmmmm... I should really make it a normal thing, brushing your tails. he muttered, just resting there inside her while he kissed her again, his hands running along her arms to hold her own, fingers intertwining above her head as he slowly started to roll.
 
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Mewling cutely as Dillian's rod sinks into her, Christine wraps her legs around him, and tails too. "You really should..." the kitsune says, drawling her words as Dillian pulls her hands above her head and baring her neck to the hunter.
 
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Dillian groans softly, running his lips along her bared neck, kissing and sucking gently while he thrusts, feeling her legs and tails pulling and holding him while he continues to buck into her hot folds steadily, taking his time, his broad chest pressed against her breasts, hard muscle against silken flesh while he takes her on the ground.

Nipping and biting her throat now and again, he starts to work harder, his thrusts taking him a little deeper, working into a good steady rhythm, moaning atop the Kitsune who was in her own turn feeling him driving into her depths, that pleasure she'd been denied all day that Ashlie had gotten in spades now all her to enjoy, the pleasure of being filled, of hard flesh grinding and sliding against her inner walls, of a warm body against her own.
 
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Panting with pleasure as Dillian fills her, Christine squirms and wriggles underneath the man, trying to draw out as much pleasure from him as she could. Moaning occasionally as Dillian nibbles her neck, she rakes her tails across his back, their soft fur absorbing all his sweat and manly scent.
 
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There's plenty there to take, the rough sensation of his chest grinding hard against her own sensitive breasts only adding to the staccato thrusts into her depths, her tails constantly making him shiver or change his angle into her, driving her pleasure ever onwards, and with this being his second time around, with a great deal more stamina.

As her first orgasm rushed through her, she found he was nowhere near his own, just like her prior experience with this man, and he only kept going, drawing her peak out fully by refusing to pause as they fucked, only driving her ceaselessly back into the cycle of pleasure she knew would lead her straight into another climax as he continued to fill her again and again, listening to her own mewls and gasps and moans while offering his own into her ear as breathy warm whispers or teasing bites and nips, their bodies rolling together as one on the ground
 
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Pulling Dillian's head into another kiss as she cums, Christine holds onto him with her legs, just wanting the fucking to continue as long as possible. Not much later she hits the second peak, then the third as her flower is filled again and again and her sensitive breasts keep rubbing against Dillian.
 
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Christine cumming around his length was bringing him to the edge as well, that spasming, gripping, silken feeling grasping and pulling at him as Christine came enough to finally coax another climax out of him as well. As she came for the 4th time, he did as well, filling her womb with a liquid heat, hilting hard as he tilted his head back and shouted out his climax, head pushed tight against her cervix as he literally bathed her womb in his seed.

shuddering hard as it all ended, he collapsed on top of her for another hard kiss, before just laying there, rolling his hips a little to tease her and to feel more of her body against his own, his hand running down her thigh to her knee, and back up to her ass, wrapping a hand around one of her tails and stroking the fur. Mmmmmm, thank you. he muttered, closing his eyes and basking in the moment.
 
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As Dillian cums, Christine loses all the feeling on her legs for a long, glorious moment. Awkwardly straightening her legs, Christine feels comfortable and at the same time slightly annoyed with the weight of a heavy-set man on top of her. Taking a moment to gather strength, she rolls him off of her and curls up next to him, almost immediately falling asleep again.
 
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Dillian chuckles as he's rolled off, gasping as he slides free of Christine before they both pass out. They all wake up in a big pile, Dillian in the middle, Ashlie curled up on his right, Christine on his left, and with Ashlie's tail wound around her own soft white fluffs. Dillian is out cold, but there's good food just needing a warm up nearby, and Ashlie rises whenever she does, feeling her tail pulled.

Problem.

Christine would wake up with the magical shackles from earlier wrapped tightly around her ankles and wrists, with the chain bolted to the ground firmly in what looks like a heavy square stone, and Ashlie is grinning from ear to ear as she 'Sleeps'
 
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Slowly blinking to wakefulness, Christine finds herself chained to a rock. Not really feeling like moving just yet, she ponders what to do about the situation. She could always escape if she wanted to, but...then she wouldn't have an excuse to seek revenge. Closing her eyes again, Christine pretends to be sleeping still.
 
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Opening an eye since Christine was also still 'Sleeping' Ashlie catfaces, before wriggling around enough to fish something she found off of Dillian's belt. A small iron Padlock, which she now swiftly fitted through the ring all the chains fed through, keeping it pulled up tight to her wrists and ankles, and locking her like that, all her limbs shackled in front of her and together, bundled up nicely.

Deciding that was enough, she giggled to herself and straddled Dillian, starting to stroke his length with her bare folds, biting her lip to stay quiet as he hardened, planning on sneaking a fuck in before Christine woke up.
 
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Christine waits patiently until she is certain the two are occupied, then attempts to transform into a fox and sneak away.
 
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