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Warily Bronwyn began to turn to face the interloper, but a wet twinge reminded her that Graow was still stuck inside her. She slowly drew him out with a slurping sound, watching as he came out of her. Not only was his shaft shiny with her juices, but the head was damp and white with his emission.

“So much frux,” Zinnia said, her voice trembling.

“Kiss my ass, you had your chance,” Bronwyn shot back. “He’s mine now. Him and all his horns.”

Zinnia stared at Bronwyn—her big ass concealed in only the most paltry way by the loincloth hanging between her buttocks, hiding the shadowed cleft. She reddened as much as her blue skin would allow. Surely she hadn’t heard her right! Then, in a lustful flash, Zinnia knew she had.

It was just the kind of thing that she herself would do before allowing someone like Bronwyn to join in with her and Graow. The idea thoroughly sickened her, and yet, it was exciting to be on the receiving end of what she had done so often to others. Why had she come to Graow if not for a real man? He was such an alpha male that he wasn’t even dominating her—he left that to his woman. She truly had misjudged him…

Shuddering, Zinnia knelt behind Bronwyn’s statuesque height and gently nudged her loincloth aside. She eyed the pink circle of her anus. Zinnia felt an electrifying thrill of disgust with herself at how she was submitting. Smelled womanly arousal and was stunned by the idea that Bronwyn was not just making her do this, but getting off on it—then she realized the scent was hers.

She lowered her head between Bronwyn’s buttocks and stuck out her tongue. Slid her little pink tongue against Bronwyn’s pungent hole. Fighting back her revulsion with herself at giving into this treatment, she ran her tongue around and around the clenched sphincter.

Bronwyn had ignored the feeling of her loincloth being brushed aside, not doing too much thinking in her satiated haze. Her assumption had been that Zinnia only wanted to look upon how well-used her cunt was now that Graow was finished with it. But now Zinnia’s tongue was lapping at her anus, bringing roaring back to life the desire that Graow had just sated. Bronwyn’s eyebrows jumped and her lips softly parted. She was in no way ready for her loathed rival to suddenly be tonguing her—much less how good it felt.

“What are you doing?” she moaned aloud, her body beginning to quiver while Zinnia kept at work between her buttocks.

Graow literally slipped through her fingers, dropping on his backside to the ground at Bronwyn’s feet. From there, he could easily look up between Bronwyn’s legs to see where Zinnia’s tongue was. “She’s kissing your ass, just as you wanted, oh my beauteous buttercup.”

Bronwyn’s eyes drifted upward. Every bit of sensitivity in her body seemed to have drifted from her numb pussy to her tender asshole. Zinnia’s tongue made all the nerves light up, the feeling flashing in Zinnia’s mind before rushing down to her groin, reawakening the lasciviousness dulled by Graow’s lashing of cum.

“It was just an expression--!” she gritted out before her mind was once again lost under waves of excitement.

“But of course, my dear. I will attend to it! No worries!” Graow said solicitously, before looping around her muscular body to pull on Zinnia’s feathery hair. “You heard her, wench! You’re not supposed to kiss her ass! Obviously, you’re meant to put your tongue in there!”

Oh balls no, Zinnia thought, unknowingly echoing what Bronwyn was thinking. And yet, Bronwyn held still while Zinnia wiggled the dainty tip of her tongue inside the tight heat of Bronwyn’s anal passage.

Bronwyn couldn’t say no to how the already pleasurable sensations intensified. She trilled and relaxed her sphincter, allowing Zinnia’s tongue to go in even deeper. Zinnia did it slowly, hesitantly.

“Deeper!” Graow ordered, defending Bronwyn’s honor by making sure she got what she wanted to the fullest. “Get that tongue all the way in! I want you licking her ass good, Zinnia, don’t leave a single inch dry!”

Zinnia obliged him, thrusting her slender tongue all the way into Bronwyn’s anus. The inside of her rectum felt even tighter than the opening that had been guarding it and the sour taste was overwhelming. It was all Zinnia could do to please Bronwyn, prodding her tongue deep and licking everywhere she could.

“Oh balls, she’s doing it,” Bronwyn said, laughing softly. She remembered how Zinnia had once insulted her, opining loudly on how oversized and rotund Bronwyn’s ass was compared to her own slim tightness. “That uptight bitch is actually… eating my ass! Eat it, baby! Eat that fat ass! Is it still too big for you now? Now that you’ve got your tongue in it?”

Zinnia shuddered. The woman was sick. They both were. And she must be too, for her cunt to be roiling the way it was while she attended to this disgusting task of tonguing Bronwyn’s pulsing asshole.

She couldn’t believe she’d tried to patch things up with Graow; he was obviously a monster and she’d been too hard on Skarn, just because he didn’t have that much frux. If she could just get through this… nightmarish loss of dignity, she’d go back to him, be a good mate, forget all about how she’d allowed herself to be humiliated by Graow and his massive amounts of fucking frux…

“Yes, yes!” Bronwyn panted, getting into the swing of having Zinnia at her beck and call. “Do it faster now… fuck that ass with your tongue!”

Zinnia thrust her slick tongue into Bronwyn’s tightly burning asshole and Bronwyn squealed in pleasure. The sex went on and on, Zinnia’s tongue aching—she wondered how long she could do this, how long Bronwyn would let her. And yet she kept doing it, and Bronwyn kept allowing her to, until Bronwyn fell to her knees.

Zinnia even dropped down behind her, splaying herself on the backs of Bronwyn’s bent calves to continue driving her tongue up Bronwyn’s ass. And with Bronwyn kneeling, Graow saw where he could insert himself. Him and his reawakened erection.

Bronwyn smelled musky arousal before her and opened her eyes to see that Graow stood before her, his cock back up and presented to her mouth.

“Here you are, my scrumptious sweetheart!” he enthused. “I know how you’d hate to leave me feeling left out, so while Zinnia attends to your pleasure, you can take care of my needs!”

“Why don’t you fuck her?” Bronwyn asked—or at least, opened her mouth to say, before Graow shoved himself into her parted lips.

“Ahhh yes,” Graow breathed, filling his hands with her luscious locks, not out of any desire to jerk her head around on his cock, but just to feel their softness while he also enjoyed her mouth around his erection. “Being in your mouth is true ecstasy, my beatific beloved! You’re a perfect cocksucker, second to none!”

Bronwyn could only take so much of his praise and so much of him manhandling her face, even if he weren’t rutting away at her mouth like most guys would do. She still didn’t like going from virtually sitting on Zinnia’s face to suddenly being Graow’s cock-holster. So she did something about it.

One amply muscled arm swept Graow’s legs out from under him, while the other seized him by a horn and gingerly laid him down on his back. Bronwyn set herself down on her hands and knees, Zinnia still behind her, kissing her asshole, while she bowed worshipfully at Graow’s erection. Bronwyn didn’t mind worshipping anything so excessively masculine—just so long as she was in charge of the worship.

The sudden change in positioning took Graow aback, but then he felt Bronwyn’s warm breath playing over his length, her hand encircling his shaft at the midway point. She raked his phallus up and down while her heated exhales poured onto his cockhead, inhales sucking in his sweet scent and making Bronwyn coo in anticipation. She absently kissed his knob a few times while luxuriating in Zinnia’s tongue still in her asshole.

Graow moaned in frustration. After being inside Bronwyn, serving so glamorously as her privileged sex toy, a few kisses on his member were nowhere near enough. Then Bronwyn ran her tongue, in surprisingly dainty swipes, up and down the collar of his cockhead. Graow mewled with mounting enjoyment. As he’d suspected, Bronwyn was capable of shocking subtlety.

Like a hummingbird in flight, her tongue nipped at the underside of his length, tingling on the bulging veins down to his engorged balls, then up to his burgeoning cockhead. There, the heated blood her tongue was following made his knob quiver like a clenched fist. Every little lick she made on it caused his manhood to bloat out as joyously as it had inside her.

Graow stroked her hair with one hand and petted her lovely face with the other. They were truly soulmates, he thought. While Zinnia had to be coached and cajoled into giving Bronwyn pleasure, they knew instinctively what to do to each other for maximum delight. Bronwyn knew just where to touch him and how much pressure he needed.

Graow gasped when she tongued a particularly sensitive spot under his crown. It would only get better as they developed this art. He felt sorry that Zinnia would miss out on that, even if he couldn’t truly pity anyone that got to do something as sumptuous as licking Bronwyn’s ass.

Bronwyn puckered her lips, making a tight circle of them, one which she slipped over Graow’s swollen cockhead. She lowered herself down its upright length until the tip was prodding at the back of her throat, then slowly she came up off his manhood.

“Aw, my delectable darling, you’re even better now!” Graow cooed. “I’m glad my prodigious phallus isn’t giving you too much trouble. You seemed to enjoy its size so much before, when I was so fortunate as to be allowed to pass it through your open gates! I’d hate for it to inconvenience you now!”

A part of him wondered, though, if Bronwyn would go on and blow him. His Bronwyn was certainly a tempestuous sort, spicing their fun with a wonderful uncertainty. He never knew what would happen next with her. But Graow was sure it’d be good.

He slid his hands through her hair again, easing them down to her ears and stroking her lobes with his fingers. Graow wondered if she’d like that. There were a great many species that did!

Well, whether she did or not, Bronwyn certainly liked him! Her lips went all the way down his shaft in long, deep strokes until she was almost at his balls. Bronwyn was as attuned to his physicality as she was to her own, sensing the first rushes of exhilaration that signaled he was ready to come.

Graow relaxed, happy to feed his cum into the warm, moist suction of her mouth, but Bronwyn slid up off him at the last minute. She circled her fingers around the base of his prick and squeezed hard. Suddenly it was impossible for Graow to orgasm, though his climax was still inside him, rushing and seething with its denial.

“Hold that thought, you little pest,” she chuckled. “I have better things for that cock to do than spew frux all over my tonsils…”

With the throbbing of his orgasm subsiding, she let go of his cock and lunged forward, leaving Zinnia tonguing the air. In a moment she had straddled Graow’s hips, holding down his cock so she had room to kneel over it. Then she brought its tip up to her groin.

“I’ve handled you,” she teased him. “Think you can handle me?”

“I’ve been dreaming of it!” Graow said immediately.

“Good,” Bronwyn replied. “Because all you’re doing now is lying there while I show you how it’s done. And try to enjoy yourself. It’s not every day I find someone crazy enough to want me bouncing on his lap.”

There was little else Graow could do. Bronwyn weighted maybe twice what he did and she definitely knew how to pin him down.