TDH Vol. 2 pt. 6 (Patreon)

((Listen. Right now, my sleep schedule is something like 9-10am to 4-6pm. That means that when I say "chapter today before I go to sleep," that means I can be saying that at 9pm one day and not post until 9am the next morning and it still counts as "today" for me as long as I haven't slept yet = P The new day only begins after I sleep and wake up.))

Damn… so… this is how girls do it together.

Figuring out how two guys did it was easy. After all, they both had dicks and holes to stick them. But two women? I never really thought about what they’d do together in bed other than kiss. I was probably overthinking it and assuming it would be more complicated than it actually was.

Regardless of my assumptions, the sight in front of me was nice. Seriously nice.

All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show atop the pillow Zurie handed me while she made Elanah squirm and moan out in all sorts of ways.

Both of them being stripped down to nothing, Zurie had Elanah on her back while she took up position between her legs. Each of Zurie’s hands were underneath Elanah’s ass to lift it up a bit while Zurie buried her face against Elanah’s crotch. That long, skilled tongue of Zurie’s occasionally left Elanah’s clit to thrust into her passage, and what she was doing in there with her tongue was something that I could only imagine.

Zurie seriously looked like she was skilled at what she was doing, too.

And that made me feel all the better about myself.

Why?

Because as incredibly skilled as Zurie was, as I both experienced myself and got to watch when it came to her pleasuring Elanah, she couldn’t make Elanah moan more than I could. Elanah was like a wild beast moaning nonstop and trembling the entire time. But when it came to Zurie doing it, while Elanah was moaning and arching her back and all that, she wasn’t quite as… wild. I assumed that meant I made her feel better than Zurie could.

But that didn’t mean Elanah wasn’t cumming over and over because of Zurie’s actions. There were a few things I wished I could do that I picked up from her, too. Like when Zurie focused her mouth on Elanah’s clit while thrusting a couple of fingers into her at the same time, and I noticed that she’d curl her fingers upward going by how they were angled when she pulled them out.

I wondered if curling them up like that actually had any sort of effect and made a difference compared to just thrusting them straight in. Well, it wasn’t like I was going to try and ask them somehow, and I couldn’t exactly test it out myself since I didn’t have fingers to curl like that.

All I knew was that it was hot to watch.

Then, after making Elanah orgasm a few times, Zurie pulled up and away from her with a satisfied smile on her face. “Taking notes, my hound?” she asked with a low voice, looking directly at me.

I nodded.

“When you want to do something selfish… it is only fair that you make your partner finish several times first.”

The next thing I saw was Zurie climbing up over Elanah and placing her knees to each side of her head, hanging her glistening crotch right over Elanah’s face.

Elanah looked pretty tired… up until Zurie’s crotch was over her face. Her eyes shot open pretty quickly and looked full of energy when that happened as she sniffed the air. “It… it smells like Woofen,” Elanah said—no, she moaned.

Zurie didn’t have to lower her crotch onto Elanah’s face. Elanah took charge by grabbing onto Zurie’s thighs and pulling her down onto her face, immediately pressing her mouth up against Zurie’s slit that I was just pumping my loads into. That was probably what Elanah could smell and what excited her so much.

So, even though I wasn’t doing anything at all and just enjoying the show, I still managed to bring out the most excitement in Elanah.

“You—you are good at this,” Zurie said, running her fingers through Elanah’s hair before taking a gentle grip of it at the top of her head. “Does his scent excite you that much? Though… at this point, it may be his taste exciting you.”

Elanah didn’t bother responding to that in any form. All she did was make muffled sounds and moans as she used her mouth on Zurie’s crotch. It was impossible to tell what exactly Elanah was doing due to how her head was positioned, but she must have been doing something right seeing as how Zurie tilted her head back and let out a long, relaxed moan.

That made me realize something else.

Not only was I able to excite and please Elanah more than Zurie could, but it seemed like the same was true of Zurie, too. While Zurie looked pretty happy with Elanah’s face, she didn’t quite react the same way that she did when she was riding me. Her reactions might not have been as wild as Elanah’s when she was with me, but they were still a lot more intense. Then again, Zurie only just began riding Elanah’s face, so that might change.

I was right. Zurie’s reactions did grow more intense over time but, ultimately, she just didn’t react as strongly when she came as she did with me. When I made Zurie cum—or rather, when she made herself cum while riding me, she gripped the sheets around me and practically tore through them with her nails.

But when it came to Elanah, what Zurie did was gently stroke Elanah’s head while cumming. Not to mention that the moans that left her mouth were a lot more reserved, too. A lot more relaxed. They didn’t sound like wild cries of pleasure or anything.

All that really mattered was that they both got their turns to cum.

And that I got to watch them.

“Good girl,” Zurie whispered to Elanah, making her body clearly shiver. “Though it is clear you have no experience with women. I suppose that means I will simply have to train both of you to better serve my desires.”

That’s… that’s kind of hot. I want to be trained. Yes, please.

Zurie playfully grinded her crotch down against Elanah’s face for a few more seconds before lifting her hips up and settling down behind her. Then, as if to tease me by intentionally giving me a great sight, Zurie got onto her side before rolling Elanah onto her own side. Next, Zurie wrapped a lone arm around Elanah and pulled her close so that Elanah’s back would be pressed up against her chest.

Meanwhile, Elanah practically looked drunk from the whole ordeal as she mumbled, “That… that was fun…”

“Oh? Did you enjoy it that much?” Zurie teased, whispering against Elanah’s nearest, elongated ear.

Elanah nodded with a big smile on her face. “You tasted… like Woofen… it makes me want to go back down and lick you until I can’t taste him anymore…”

“Hmm. In that case, all I have to do is let him have me before I have you, and there should never be any problems.”

Elanah nodded again. “I’d lick anything that tastes like Woofen. He’s the most delicious thing in the world.”

Alright. Maybe phrase that a bit more specifically so that you don’t sound like you want to eat me. Also… no matter how experienced and hot Zurie might be, she just can’t compete when it comes to how devoted you are.

I doubted anybody could ever compete with Elanah’s devotion. Could they compete with her body and experience? Sure. But her devotion? No way. Nobody was as insanely in love with me as she was. She was obsessed with me to the point where being able to smell and taste my cum in another woman was enough to drive her wild and, honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I found out that she came a few times just from pleasuring Zurie while being able to taste me. I did notice her trembling a few times during it, but I wasn’t sure if that was from her cumming or from struggling to breathe whenever Zurie clamped her thighs extra tightly around her head.

That was something else I discovered about myself.

I not only wanted to sleep on women’s thighs, but I wanted to be squeezed between them. I wanted to experience what it was like to have Zurie’s thick thighs wrap completely around my body, firmly squeezing me between their soft, delicious warmth.

It wasn’t just something that I wanted. I needed it.

I needed squeezed by Elanah’s thighs, too. Sure, they were thinner and not quite as squishy as Zurie’s thighs, but they were still the thighs of a woman. That was enough for me.

Or was it?

Was any woman’s thighs enough for me? What if they were too thick? Thick to the point where I might legitimately suffocate between them? Or what if they were too thin? Thin to the point where I might feel their bones? And I couldn’t forget about muscular thighs. What if they were so muscular that they might crush me and squeeze my soul out?

I thought long and hard about those questions.

That meant I thought about them for about two seconds. They didn’t need thinking about for any longer than that.

All that mattered was that they were thighs! Thick thighs, skinny thighs, muscular thighs—the type of thighs they were didn’t matter! The only thing that truly mattered in life was that they were thighs!

Even a man’s thighs were fine! Did I want to fuck a man? No! But would I still allow myself the comfort of a man’s thighs if they were nice enough? Yes! Experiencing the perfection of thighs was something that transcended lesser matters such as sexuality!

Thin thighs! Thick thighs! Muscular thighs! Soft thighs! Rough thighs! Women’s thighs! Men’s thighs! Anybody else’s thighs of any type!

All that mattered was thigh.

I wanted to be not only use every pair of thighs in the world as a pillow, but I wanted to be squeezed between them all.

And as I thought about being squeezed between thighs, perhaps the most incredible, beautiful, amazing, and flawless idea to have ever existed graced my mind.

Yes, I could get my body squeezed by thighs.

Or.

Or.

I could…

Get my dick squeezed by thighs.

In the same way that a woman’s breasts could be fucked, so too could a woman’s thighs!

Now, I would sleep and be squeezed by a man’s thighs, but I wouldn’t fuck a man’s thighs.

But a woman’s thighs?

Zurie’s or Elanah’s thighs?

I felt a burning desire to stick my dick between their thighs for what would probably be the most ultimate pleasure in all of existence.

How I never thought about defiling the greatest of all treasures before was beyond me. Maybe it was because I was only a virgin before who never got to experience the more normal parts of a woman’s body.

But now?

My eyes were open.

My eyes were open to the ultimate fetish that put every other fetish in existence to shame. It was the fetish not of boys, but of men.

It was the fetish of thigh fucking.

Realizing what bounty awaited me inspired me and my trusty partner to rise up from the pillow to take action—to take matters into our own paws.

Elanah, on her side with her thighs pressed against each other, provided the perfect opportunity for me.

Was I sore? Yes. Did I want to sleep? Yes. Was I probably still empty? Yes.

But none of that mattered.

All of the blood in my body worked together to get me going as I stood up on my back legs to place my front legs against Elanah’s top thigh.

“W-Woofen?” Elanah asked, looking down at me with a hint of confusion before seeing—and feeling—what my intention was.

I was already a man.

And now it was time to turn Elanah’s thighs into my woman.

Zurie’s thighs would be next.

I collapsed onto my back, utterly exhausted and officially drier than a desert.

There was no mess left of Elanah’s thighs as she had scooped up the mess with her fingers to swallow all of it. However, I did just finish with Zurie, and she seemed more than content to let it sit on her thighs as she looked at me with a teasing smile. “My, my. What a savage beast you are. Here we were, simply relaxing with our thighs within your sight, and you could not help but to come and ravage them. The intensity of your thrusts almost made me believe you were trying to breed my thighs. Surely you know that is not how children are made.”

My tongue was hanging out from the side of my mouth as I rested on my back. All I could do to answer was to use the tiny bit of remaining energy I had to nod.

Zurie laughed and reached a hand over Elanah to come and gently rub my belly. “Well, it is not as if I mind. To be used—to have my thighs so brutally ravaged by you… was rather enjoyable. Though, I am sure it would be even better if you had more to coat them with. I suppose we may have to start with that the next time. After all, it will not be possible to make me pregnant, so you may as well use what you have to paint me as at least the sight of that can be enjoyed. Leaving it all inside where none can see it will not be nearly as entertaining. Though… I suppose it would inspire your fated more.”

Speaking of my fated, Elanah was done enjoying what taste she could get from my thighs, so she was already sliding down toward Zurie’s thighs. She didn’t even ask or anything before wrapping her arms around the other woman’s thighs to keep her steady as she let her tongue out to lick up the remaining mess there.

Now that was a beautiful sight. Elanah licking up my mess off of Zurie’s thighs.

It was beautiful. Seriously beautiful.

Zurie was clearly enjoying it, too, seeing as how she moaned and rolled her head back until Elanah was done. Once Elanah was done, though, Zurie returned to her usual self with a satisfied sigh and smile. “You two have no idea how much I have needed a release like this. Do not be surprised if I arrange even more of these moments for the three of us in coming days… assuming that neither of you lose the interest of the audience.”

Damn it, why’d you have to remind me of that? Well, it’s not like it really ruins the moment. Nothing could tear my mood down after that.

“Speaking of which… now that we have had some time to enjoy ourselves, it is about time that we have a serious discussion about our plans from here on out.”

I wish I had enough energy left to distract you with more thigh fucking.

((I might not be allowed to write Woofen having sex, but I'm still allowed to write others having sex while Woofen watches. And I can mention what others do with the result of Woofen having sex. Mwahaha.))