“A herald is far better than a concubine, wouldn’t you say?” she asked slyly.
“We shall see,” he responded with wavering breath.
Enna pushed downward, spearing herself upon the tips of Kathari’s twin staves. Even with both of them so wet, she felt stretched near to breaking.
“Do not hurt yourself,” Kathari remarked coldly, “you will need to ride far tomorrow.” She ignored him, continuing to press downwards, gyrating carefully. Pain spiked within her, but Enna ignored it and focused on the far-off pleasure which grew steadily. Kathari was big- bigger than anything she’d taken before, but Enna had come too far to give up now. Ever so slowly, she worked inch after inch of Kathari’s girth into her. Enna’s inner channel squeezed and pulsated as she worked her way down; her own fluids gushed out freely and streamed down onto Kathari.
Enna’s head rolled on her tense shoulders in pleasure. Every inch of her ached with the effort this took, and deep down she knew it might be difficult to walk afterwards, but the feeling of both holes being filled and rubbed at the same time cleared away any notion of turning back. She could feel as the hard bumps lining Kathari’s cocks grated against her insides, touching places she had never thought could be reached. Her slit, her rear, her very soul felt pinned in place, fulfilled by the experience.
Enna slowly came to a halt, then revelled in place. She pulsed her muscles over Kathari’s rods, unaware if it were eliciting a response from his silent form. From the way he twitched inside of her, she could only imagine the sensations he could be experiencing.
“We’re only just beginning,” Enna said. She lifted herself up and felt as her walls sucked on Kathari’s retreating mass, trying to pull her back onto him, but she went on until only Kathari’s tips remained within her. Enna reached one hand back and grasped the front rod firmly in one hand. She moved her hand upon its slick surface, up and down in a hypnotic rhythm, then shifted her body downwards once again. This time, Enna moved in small bursts, moving down two inches then up one, over and over, moaning and squealing with each motion, grinding her clit upon Kathari’s rough nodules.
Enna bottomed out once again, and rested there for a moment before Kathari began to buck his hips upward into her. “So eager!” she gasped. Kathari only growled in response, causing Enna to smirk. “Oh, you’re an animal again?” she mused, “I can do that, too.” She rotated own hips on Kathari’s shafts, then lifted herself quickly up and mashed herself down just as fast, meeting Kathari’s frenetic thrusts.
She rode Kathari hungrily and madly: up, down, matching pace, relishing the heat below and within her, squealing, shouting, pinching her own breasts, screaming in ecstasy as a long tail splashed cold water upon steaming skin, gushing and convulsing as she passed over a rock-hard knot, a pattern which she could repeat for eternity.
A harsh snarl cracked through the air, and Enna felt a pair of cold and sharp claws grasp her by her shoulders and ram her downwards. A gush of burning liquid suddenly shot up inside of both her holes, streaming endlessly, filling her womb and rear, then slowly streaming out of her again when those filled. Enna imagined herself cooking in the fluids which pooled about her legs and shot against her inner walls, their heat leaving scorch marks upon her skin. She saw herself lying atop Kathari, sperm spewing from her mouth and cascading down her breasts. Enna’s fevered thoughts raced, consumed by images of passion.
A splash of cold water upon her skin shattered Enna’s trance, and she shot up in panic. Enna looked around her, expecting to see a grisly scene, but her gaze reassured her instantly. Kathari lay with his back in the water, his head turned to examine her, his tail dripping. She glanced down, seeing his softening forms still filling her, surrounded by the thick white goo of his seed. No burns, she reassured herself. No blood.
“Are you hurt?” he asked simply.
Enna looked up into Kathari’s eyes, two golden plates flecked with emeralds and filled with concern. “I’m fine,” she said with a smile, “but we’re going to need to wash again.”