Lust for Breeding

Siegfried was not so sure about that, but the horse did as he was asked as he stood shakily under the stag's command. Truthfully, he didn't hear anything Akurah was saying as he trembled in place, leaning against the tree that he was directed to, though the horse doubted that the trunk was thick enough to support his weight. All he could focus on was how his pussy flexed and pulled, the coursing, pumping, driving need inside him swelling more and more, demanding attention. It was overwhelming even as Akurah rose, murmuring soothingly to them, his cock jabbing and poking, sliding invitingly against the equine's rump.

"Don't worry, sweet equine," Akurah breathed, knowing exactly when he needed to take a gentler touch with a submissive partner. "I have you. I will care for you. And I will satisfy that need between your legs, leaving you bred, swelling with my offspring!"

That was exactly what Siegfried needed to hear, nickering out wantonly as Akurah, finally, penetrated them, sending the horse spiralling straight into an orgasm that they had not even realised they were so close to. Thrusting and grinding, Akurah filled them completely, that equine pussy perfectly designed even for large cocks, though he wondered if a pussy like that could honestly hold every drop of cum that his body had to give. That sort of thing could only be seen in time, with the sweet join of their bodies, coming together in unbridled passion time after time again.

He relished in the sensation of the horse's pussy accepting him, those large, soft folds wrapping around his cock, as if their only purpose right there, in the life that Siegfried had been born into, was to massage the length of his cock. The horse was a good size and more than strong enough to bear his weight as Akurah put more onto him, shaking the equine's shoulders even as he grunted. The only thing that Akurah had to be careful of was knocking his antlers on the tree branches above, though he thought that the well-aged deciduous tree would be more than enough to support them both.

The others, watching, Koma's cock slipping from the lust-addled hyena hybrid's mouth, licked their lips keenly. Yet one of them had not had their pleasure yet, heat curling and twisting inside her, demanding attention that even she did not quite know how to give.

"Come on, what was it..." Hokori growled, a paw thrust between her legs, heat overwhelming. "Koma, yeah... Koma. We're not going to let them get the better of us, are we?"

Of course, Koma was up for the challenge, grunting softly, though the dog had more lust in him than anyone else could have imagined. His tail lifted proudly, stiffly, though there was no one there to challenge, even if he was ever so slightly rankled at the fact that the stag had taken advantage of the situation where he, in fact, had started their lust. That was something that he would have to set to rights, of course, to make known that he was a stud too, that they were both studs, capable of breeding and seeding the welcoming wombs that ached for them so desperately.

With Akurah breeding the horse up against the tree, he took a similar position himself, yet hitching Hokori up in his arms, facing him, required more physical exertion than he had expected to expend in the course of passion. Koma grunted, but she yowled, kissing him deeply, passionately, showing her need lingering behind the force of her kiss. Her legs hitched up around his waist, holding her body in close to him, though Koma would not have allowed her to drop, not when he pinned her back with such luscious breeding force against the bark.

The moment was right as he plunged into her, his shaft easily finding her pussy and driving deep. Her folds closed around him as if she was trying to suck him deeper, rippling erratically around his length, lust overwhelming, pushing and prodding as if it was all that was keeping them exactly as they were. The dog growled deep in the back of his throat, eyes alight with lust, though there was nothing, not even one single thing, that would have stopped him from breeding Hokori, short of her, of course, not wanting him to. Yet her claws dug into him as she gasped, burying her face into the crook of his neck, their bodies so close, so hot, though he was only dimly aware of quite how he had ripped her clothes away.

That was strange, not like him, the moment raw and feral, her shirt hanging from her in tatters, her shorts on the ground, though he could not quite remember how they'd gotten there. That didn't matter, nothing mattered, heaving and panting, arching over her as if the only meaning left in life was for their bodies to become one. Koma was not competing with the stag, not per se, though there was a strange kind of desire in him, a breeding need, something deeper that bubbled up, snarling and blistering forth for precedence.

It would come as he slammed into him, Hokori boldly taking each and every one of his driving, dominating thrusts like the breeding pro she was. Her legs hooked tightly around him, her arms around his neck, though she wanted to stroke and caress, languishing in a moment that she could very much not have anticipated when she woke up that morning.

But that was okay, yes... Very much okay as she panted heavily, her pussy squeezing around his cock, her eyes, that time, permitted to drift to the show very near to them. Maybe the change of the seasons was indeed the time for breeding as she whimpered and eyed up the stag slamming into the equine, the horse braced against the tree trunk in a shower of autumn leaves as their pussy was filled.

"Mmmph... Oh, yes..."

She moaned, rolling her head, the heady slop of two needy pussies being bred at the same time filling the air, grunts and snorts, heady lust sweltering even in the nip of cool air. Akurah was a breeding fiend, more studly and masculine, though she had her own right there, head spinning, needing it all. She failed to cling to her version of reality as she was swept away in breeding desire, whimpering and moaning, losing all sense of herself. Right where she was, safe in Koma's arms, there was no reason for her not to feel safe, her pussy hot and tight, clutching him as she did her best to squeeze around him with every one of his thrusts.

The males had eyes on one another, though Akurah's chest rose out before him in easy pride at his breeding ability. He didn't have to try and yet every stroke into the equine's pussy brought Siegfried another throb of pleasure, the horse whinnying shrilly as their pussy clenched and rippled around the stag's shaft. On the contrary, it was all Akurah could do to hold back from imminent orgasm, even though he could easily go again for a second round, grunting and heaving, breath visible in the air just before his muzzle where the temperature of his lust contrasted with the cooler air outside.

Their need twined together in the autumn glow, desire pulling through, the stag thrusting and thrusting, letting himself slowly relax down into single-minded lust. There was a release to be had in breeding joy, of course, where he no longer had to consider his duties, his rule, knowing that what he was doing right there and then was just as important. To breed, to sow his seed across the land... Yes, that was what it meant to be who he was too, thrusting, grinding, finding the rhythm of his hips as his cloven hooves dug into the softer soil nearer the base of the tree.

The equine was a firm strong body to push into, the tenor of his hips rising in cadence, thrusting harder and faster, taking advantage of the horse's sturdiness to use the full weight of his body. One foreleg was flung over the equine's shoulder, hooking him right there for his lust, the other laid down against Siegfried's back. The tree shook under the force of the stag's thrusts, yet all was as it was supposed to be, bringing it in the heat of the moment, the autumn chill no longer anything that would chase the lust from their bones.

A slow, tender sort of camaraderie built between the stag and the dog, Koma, thrusting, humping, driving in more and more, bringing it all to a height of need. They knew that they didn't know one another and, most likely, they would never meet again, but that moment exactly as it was would tie them together forever. They would always remember that day, the very moment when their breeding needs came to sweet fruition, impregnating their charges and wondering at the future that would be held in store for their offspring.

But breeding demanded attention, even as Koma's hips sped up, grunting, too caught up in the moment to hold back, need rising, pumping through him. The stag quickened his thrusts too, though Siegfried was too lost in the moment to care, muscles braced and locked. Still, the firm hold of his arms was truly the only thing that prevented them from tumbling down.

Even then, Siegfried had to cling to their strength, nostrils flaring, sucking in what breath he could. He squeezed weakly around the stag's powerful breeding spire, nickering and snorting, though they were by no means in control of anything that passed the barrier of their lips, no. They were too far gone in the throes of lust, yet another orgasm cracking the equine's body, pounding and pulsing, aching deep inside. They'd always known that, one day, they would need to be bred, though they did not understand why, the lure of bearing young too enticing to forget, passing on their bloodlines in the best way they could. Siegfried just had not thought that it would come to be seen out in the park, pretty much in public, though they were fortunate enough to not be happened upon, not quite yet.

He wouldn't have wanted, after all, to miss those thrusts claiming their pussy, how their folds squelched luxuriously around Akurah's shaft. Siegfried needed it, whole body prickling with desire, moaning, whimpering, bowing their head submissively. For nothing else in their life would ever match up to that level of breeding need, how their whole body tingled as if they were coming through to something more, something even more deviously delicious than before.

"Oh... Yes... Mmm... Yeah, just like that..."

The horse's ears pricked, tuning in to the hyena hybrid's cries, her body squeezing even more tightly around the dog, though Siegfried did not know who they were. All they knew was that the cries of the breeding pair fuelled his own lust, grunting, trying to bear back, but he still had to take the pounding thrusts of the stag to his back.

Koma, however, could not hold back for a single moment more, exulting in breeding desire, letting out a yowl as he filled her, Hokori clinging to him in orgasm, far worse for wear than she would have liked, when it came to her clothing, at least. She would have trouble getting home again after their tryst while retaining her modesty, though that was hardly something that Hokori thought about at all. There was too much going on, the scent of lust and sex in the air, her body trembling in excitement, knowing that there was only one thing that could come of such a passionate mating.

And she wanted it all, so very much, grunting, groaning, not ladylike at all -- yet she had never said that she was. That was just how she nipped and bit passionately at the dog's neck, sharing his lust, his seed flowing forth within her pussy in long, thick spurts. He drove deeply up into her, bark scraping free from the tree to her back, yet the moment was right for so much more, deviousness of the moment heating up between them. Koma moaned, bearing into her all the more heavily, his shaft entirely buried in her pussy, though there was nowhere else that he would rather be.

Drops of slick cum oozed from her folds, slickening the passage of his cock, though one breeding in such a public location would have to be enough for them, even though there was far, far more lust that they would have loved to take from each other. He purred softly, tail lifting, curling sensually back and forth, even brushing up against her much thicker one, the playful twist in the larger appendage as her pussy relaxed a little more, just a little, around him. The moment was right: it could not have been any more perfect than it was. In a kiss, tongues tangling, they shared their pleasure.

Akurah remained, the stag sweating lightly, his fur a little ruffled and thicker where it had already been thickening up for the autumn and winter seasons. He drove into Siegfried's pussy with all the force he had in his body, sending the equine spiralling into yet another orgasm as Siegfried could not resist squealing out. If they had not been bracing, as they were, they would have kicked out, shown their lust in another way, but all Siegfried could do right there and then was to desperately flex and pull their pussy around Akurah's cock, milking them of every drop of seed.

So it was that the stag was the last of the quad to reach their high, though they had all started to attract a little attention, onlookers gathering and pointing from what they supposed was a safe distance, the stag bellowing and stomping. His huge balls ached as if they were squeezing and contracting in preparation, spending spurt after thick spurt into the equine. Siegfried milked him for all he was worth, tail lifted and shoved back passionately against the stag's underbelly, though the moment was given, taken in sweet lust.

The horse could only bow their head sweetly and submissively as their pussy took every drop of Akurah's seed, the others slumping down from their braced position against the tree while Siegfried held form. It was a moment that he hoped would never come to an end as he heaved and panted, ears twitching, sweat darkening their hide, the weight of the stag solid and firm, a sensation with his thick length shoved inside that Siegfried would remember forever.

"I think..." Akurah rumbled, cock still twitching, spending the last trickles of cum, his fast and furtive orgasm having more than given Siegfried a womb full of cum to last. "I think we have an audience..."

But no one cared when their breeding lust had been satisfied, as long as they had everything they wanted and more right there, pussies dripping with cum and the seed of the males already working its way deeper and deeper into them. Smiling and nickering as Akurah dismounted, cream spilling thickly from the equine's pussy, the horse rested a paw on their stomach, already imagining just how it would swell in the months to come.

All was well... But the consequences of their actions that day would be reaped in rewards.