Her face switching from annoyance to joy, Savannah takes hold of your hand, then heads up to the loft. Sure enough, there’s a just a single, queen-sized bed up here. Taking a bit of initiative you approach her from behind, throwing your arms around her in a hug and kissing along the side of her neck. You feel her relax a bit in your embrace, tilting her head to expose more of her neck.

 

Continuing to kiss and lick along her neck, you start to undo her overshirt, but run into a snag when trying to get it off her wings. Laughing, Savannah breaks free from you, then turns around and removes it herself.

 

“Ya still havin’ trouble with it darlin’? What am I ta do with ya?” she says with a wink, then removes her undershirt as well. Her impressive breasts rise up with the shirt, straining against the fabric as she lifts it off, then they drop and swing free once her top is off.

 

“Think ya can handle the rest?” she coos, massaging and fondling her tits while staring into your eyes.

 

Certainly, you say.

 

She smiles and turns her back to you, glancing over her shoulder. Wrapping your arms around her again, she then curls her tail around one of your legs affectionately. Kissing the other side of her neck this time, you reach up with one hand to massage and caress her breasts, sinking your fingers deep into her supple flesh. Snaking the other hand downward, you undo the button on her pants one-handed after a bit of effort. Then, slipping inside her pants and panties, your fingers slide their way down her shaved mound, reaching her already-moistened slit.

 

Dipping two fingers inside of her and gently stirring her up, Savanna moans softly, relishing your touch wherever it lands. The two of you wander a lazy, staggered path towards the bed, eventually dropping down onto it.

 

Savannah drops down onto her back, her legs overhanging the edge of the bed. Almost immediately you begin to work her pants and underwear off, admiring her naked splendor.  Her eyes, burning with desire, stare hungrily towards your crotch.

 

“That’s lookin’ painful. Don’t you wanna do somethin’ about it?”

 

Smiling, you begin disrobing, though taking a bit of slower pace to give her something of a little show. She grins all the while, massaging herself while taking in all your flesh as you slowly expose yourself. As your erection finally springs free once you drop your underwear, her lewd grin turns into one of delightful anticipation.

 

She brings her tailpussy towards your cock, but you shake your head and say that you just want her tonight. Savannah blinks a few times, somewhat surprised, then smirks.

 

“If that’s what ya want lover, I’ll be more ‘n happy to oblige.”

 

Taking hold of her hips, you push her forward onto the bed, climbing up after her. Crawling up her body between her legs, you begin kissing the insides of her thighs, her stomach, breasts, collar bones, and finally reach her lips. Lightly nibbling and sucking on her lips, she’s had enough of your teasing and pulls your head down against hers, forcing your mouth to hers. With a passion you haven’t experienced from her in a rather long time, her tongue hungrily and greedily pushes into your mouth, wrapping itself around your own. She gasps and sucks, moaning and panting, never letting go for even the barest of  seconds. 

 

Trapped in her deep kisses, you’re forced to feel your way down her body with your hands until you reach her legs. Parting and lifting them slightly, you adjust yourself until you feel your glans pressing against her wet labia, then push in. Your cock parts her delicate flesh, intruding into her soft, warm, silken folds, drawing a lewd moan from the manticore that frees you from her ravenous kisses. Her paws shifting from your head to your back to hold you close to her, she binds you tightly, holding you firm against her plush, warm breasts.

 

You start a slow, steady pace at first, pushing in one hard inch at a time, pushing through her warm flesh as it clings to your cock, stroking and massaging you. Bottomed out in the manticore, your glans kissing her cervix, you start to withdraw from her tight snatch with similar, purposeful slowness. Relishing every sensual stroke, you close your eyes and concentrate on the sensations of her cunt. Every soft and supple bit of her as it struggles to accommodate your throbbing cock, then how it seems to tease and suck at you, desperate to keep you inside her hot confines.

 

Savannah, however, has other ideas. Wrapping her legs around your waist, she growls in your ear. “Yer a man, ain’t ya? Ya call this a fuck? Show me what ya really got.”

 

So much for a sensual session. Fine, but first… you say, pulling her paws off you.

 

Pressing her paws against the bed, your hands atop hers,  you do your best to interlock your fingers with hers. Hoisting your upper body up with your arms and hands for increased leverage, you give her one last deep kiss. 

 

Like a switch, you go from a slow, romantic pace to one that’ll satisfy the horny manticore. No longer can you feel her every crevice and bump within her cunt, it’s more like a tight, hot, sucking blur. Every hard thrust in is met with considerable resistance as her inner depths struggle to part before you, then pull down and suck hard as you exit. You remember hearing that the more of a single person’s semen a manticore takes in with their tail, the better their vagina becomes suited for that person. As Savannah hasn’t used her tail on Clare lately, you can certainly feel the truth to that.

 

At this pace, her snatch is almost unbearably tight. Looking down at yourself as you plunge in and out of her like a machine, you can see her inner lips pull out, desperately clinging to you even as you withdraw several inches. No wonder you never felt a cool air at all. It doesn't matter how hard or fast you slam into the manticore and withdraw, her flesh never lets go - her constricting, bumpy, rippled flesh. Not that you could escape from her confines anyways, her legs are locked tight and limit how far back you can pull.

 

Grunting to maintain your pace, Savannah’s back is arched and she’s moaning nearly non-stop, calling your name over and over in time with every reckless thrust into her aching, thirsty cunt. Every impact against her crotch sends her tits jiggling and rolling, her nipples gyrating just below your face. Not one to waste an opportunity, you take one of her large, pert nipples into your mouth, teasing and sucking on it. The change in the pitch of her moans seems to indicate her approval.

 

Railing your inches in and out of her, you begin to feel a building tension in her body. Her cunt starts squeezing a little harder, her breaths are a little more ragged, her fluids are spurting out a little more with every thrust.  The manticore’s orgasm rises quick and hard, clenching her jaw tight to as her whole body tenses.  Her back and hips arch up hard, a long moan, nearly a scream, escaping from her throat. A rush of sticky fluids, temporarily blocked from exiting by her tight snatch wrapped firmly and snuggly around your cock, finally spray free as the pressure builds, dousing your crotch and legs in her musky girlcum.

 

Still pinning her paws down, you do your best to keep up your fast pace against her spasming and bucking hips, but the incredible tightness as all her muscles contract is overwhelming.

 

Her legs lock you down into her, sealing any movement, but her cunt still squirms and writhes around you, her cervix sucking at your glans. Unable to bear her pressure any longer, you allow yourself sweet release, grinding your hips against the manticore to push yourself deeper still. Your boiling orgasm finally set free, you let loose long, hot spurts of cum, distending your already pulsing and turgid shaft before bursting forth into Savannah’s womb.

 

Savannah gives one last content moan as her own orgasm subsides, now staring intently at you as you concentrate blowing everything you have as deep into her womanhood as you can. With every spurt she licks her lips and makes a little gasp. With one last groan and final, mind-numbing jet of semen unleashed into her, you let yourself collapse onto her pillowy breasts, letting your head hang near hers. She looks into your eyes, smiling happily.

 

With the weight off her paws, she brings up one and strokes your face and hair. “Yer such a sweetie. I love ya so much.”

 

Returning her smile, you tell her that you love her too. She lifts her head to give you a kiss, though it’s more emotionally intimate and less carnal than her previous one. Rather than hungry and wanting, it’s more sensual and tender. After a time she breaks the kiss, trailing a thread of saliva from your lips to hers. You attempt to back out of her some, but her legs are holding you fast. Her snatch is still wrapped tightly around you, gently massaging and pulsing around you, preventing you from going limp.

 

“And jus’ where do ya think yer goin’ darlin’?”

 

Nowhere you guess, you reply dryly.

 

Savannah snorts, a half-smug-half-lewd grin plastered on her face.

 

While trapped in her grasp, you notice her tail twitch closer and closer. Sure, why not.

 

Grabbing the end of it, you bring it to you and circle the rim of the fleshy organ with your tongue. Instantly the manticore shudders, her leg lock on you weakening.

 

“Ah.. don’t do that…” she says weakly, gasping as you tease her tailpussy, sucking and nibbling along its outer rim. You grin at her, not saying anything, then start running a finger along it as well, coating your digit in its thick secretions. Finally her leghold breaks, and you’re able to pull free, her tail still firmly in your grasp.

 

Backing off farther, you stand up just to the side of the bed, your plan already in motion. Coiling her tail around your arm, you then grab her waist and drag her over towards the edge of the bed so that her snatch is just nearly over the floor. Perfect position.

 

You ask her if she wants both her pussies stuffed at once. She looks towards her tail coiled on your arm, then down to her crotch, your erection throbbing and hovering just above her vagina. Pausing for a moment, she turns her gaze back to you, then nods her head, smiling lewdly.

 

 

 

Bending slightly and pushing forward, you slide into her warm, inviting snatch. Still sensitive after you last orgasm, you groan slightly as you slide forward until you pelvis meets hers. Bottomed out, you turn your attention to her lewd tail. Inserting two fingers into it like you would her vagina, you grip and massage along its circumference, tickling and prodding at all the bumps and ridges within. The viscous fluids within begin to drool out, covering your hand and arm.

 

Savannah is already gasping with pleasure, her cunt contracting in time with her tailpussy. Inserting a third finger into her tight tail, you begin rocking your hips back and forth to match the motion of your hand,  sliding in and out of both of her holes in rhythm. Slowly building up your tempo, the manticore is letting out short, gasping moans like you’ve never heard before - they’re almost like cries. Her paws are clinging to whatever she can take hold of, her back arched as high as it can go. 

 

Hammering into her cunt now, slapping against her thighs and cheeks , she suddenly lets out a quiet scream, a torrent of her sticky love spraying out, utterly coating you in her release. Even her tailpussy is practically gushing its lubricant as it spasms along with her pussy. Still, you’re not nearly satisfied, increase your intensity further, wrecking her all you’re worth. No matter how fast or hard you plunge in and out of her, her snatch hangs on for the ride, never letting you go despite all the sexual fluids that have flooded from her depths. And, based on how Savannah is looking at you, she wants more.

 

 Sliding your last finger and thumb into the tail, it grips your hand with enough force to cause some pain - to you anyways. Holding her fuckhole with one hand, you form a fist with your hand and begin pumping in and out of the organ. Savannah’s eyes roll up into her head, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as an endless, rapturous moan bubbles from her throat.

 

Then another orgasm rips through her body, her vagina and tail clamping down even harder. Steadying yourself, you manage to last through it without reaching your own climax, still pumping away into her with reckless abandon. Every part of her hot lovebox wringing, sucking, and caressing you no matter your speed. Your entire hand up your forearm is now inside her lewd orifice as well; it’s stretched out so much you can make the faint outline of your fist along its outer walls. And still, Savannah is absolutely loving it, crying out in pleasure.

 

A third orgasm tears through her, this time you completely pull yourself out as her hips churn and buck in the air, hosing you with yet more of her raunchy love. You’re constantly flexing and shifting your fist to provide a sensation for her inside the tail in addition to pumping your fist in and out. Pushing in as far as you can, you can feel a tiny opening at the very end of it against a knuckle, sort of like a cervix. At least now you know for sure where all your semen goes when she uses this hole on you.

 

As her orgasm fades, you plunge back into her depths, groaning as you quickly slam your glans into her womb. Her tail is sucking and tugging on your arm, its attempts to milk your fist in vain. Her cunt is mirroring that action on something a little more productive,  however. Before you can even think about drawing out after you rapid insertion, her sex clamps down tight and hard, nearly preventing you from pulling out. Her flesh clings to you like a second skin, pulling out of her as before, only now you’re not even able to remove yourself completely before you give in and allow your bubbling orgasm to burst free, pouring your seed into Savannah. Grunting and groaning, you slam into her one last time, topping her off from your prior ejaculation.

 

Another wave of cum erupts forth from your cock into her eager womb, your legs and hips bucking as your balls twitch and spasm, releasing everything they’ve left to give. Leaning your head back, you savor the bliss of every white-hot wad of semen as it works its way through you, then plasters the manticore’s insides with an alabaster sheen.

 

Now more in control of herself, she releases your arm from her tail, pulling you in tight against her as your tremble with your release. 

 

“That was somethin’ else love,” she pants into your ear as her cunt sucks and strokes at you, milking the last few drops of semen you have left to give.

 

“When did ya become such a beast?”

 

Recovering from your own orgasm, you tell her that it seemed like she might enjoy it. Savannah smiles, pulling you down even more tightly into her breasts.

 

“Always thinkin’ of me. That’s why I love ya so much.”