Re: Darkstar's Ranch (Cross Grave)
There wasn't much to say. They were both horny, they both found each other attractive (which led to becoming horny), and they were drunk enough to put their minds on auto-pilot. It was all a blur, but the sensations were there. Logan and Razzie would find their clothes slowly being peeled off piece by piece, until Razzie's top half was bare, as was Logan's. Razzie's perky nipples would catch the man's eye, he seemed to very much like how the size of her breasts were small enough to fit into his hand, which he appreciated for a moment, before he'd lean down to give her some oral service, kissing and licking her little nubs while his arms wrapped around her back. Though now without her upper wear, Razzie would notice the cold a lot more. Seeing Razzie shiver, Logan would look to the tall kotatsu in the shed, most likely there for comfortable drinking while in the shed during a cold day. With a little added magic, it began to generate heat, and with it being waist high, was just large enough to act as a warm tent.
Logan helped Razzie into the nice warmth of the kotatsu, before proceeding to unbutton his pants, and helping Razzie out of her own as well, their clothes tossed aside as they were now nude in the warmth of the heated, cloth covered table. Logan and Razzie would then continue their lascivious act, with Logan's excited length slowly rubbing along Razzie's excited slit. His arms wrapped around her once more, Logan slowed his eager up and down shifting, only to guide his length better. A moment passes... And Razzie felt his tip, which soon began to pierce her folds, though it was easily welcomed by how relaxed and moist she already was, the former thanks to the alcohol. Moaning, Logan held himself inside Razzie until she seemed to be ready for him to move, which likely took no time at all. Shifting slowly at first, he didn't take long to get into a brisk pace, shifting his hips back and forth, their bodies squirming underneath the kotatsu table. His arms braced Razzie's body against his own, hands roaming, feeling, touching. When they found and groped her rump, Razzie would recall him doing the very same that night before, as she awkwardly moved up and down on his hips. He seemed to have a fancy for her buttocks, as well as what was between her round and (currently) rosy cheeks, which he was frequently thrusting in and out of.
Logan began to make quick thrusts, pounding himself into her wet cunny hole, clear that his climax was building, while the assault of pleasure left Razzie on her own doorstep to bliss. It wasn't a perfect match, Razzie would experience her climax a good while before his, her mind becoming true mush as her climax warranted a loud cry unless she held it in, one that the other mamono would no doubt hear. A few moments longer, and he was cumming as well, just as Razzie cooled down from her heated orgasm. His length throbbed inside of her, and he put his lips to her own as he came, his seed gushing into her folds. "
We probably won't remember any of this when we wake up... So I can say it..." Logan murmured to Razzie's as he made a long, slow thrust into her pussy. "
For some reason... The fact that you look like you could be my little sister... Really turns me on..." he declared, before resting... and drawing his length out. "
I'm glad..." he sighed, as he drew out of her, and laid at her side. "
... That we're going to forget that I said that..."
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The heat from the kotatsu, and the sexual act helped them sweat a lot, which helped to filter out the alcohol in their system, though the damage was still done. As a result of that, when Razzie and Logan awoke next to each other...
They recalled everything.
"
We don't remember anything that happened last night." Logan said, peeking out of the kotatsu to see the morning light.
They recalled what Logan had said.
"
Are we agreed!? Remember. Nothing!" he insisted with a deep, furious, and shameful blush.
What poor Logan wouldn't know, is that the sexual desire towards the idea of Razzie as his little sister had a strong helping along from his great great grandfather, Grave Cynder.
