Holsvaur

He turned to see the figure Kyler had said was a shapeshifter. She stood a couple of inches taller than him and was covered in dark brown fur with pail spots. “That’s if you don’t mind a little teeth,” she said with a big smile.

Steve looked at his current lover, who smiled back at him. “I am happy to find somewhere soft on the grass and continue this,” she said.

Slowly he lowered Kyler to the ground before saying, “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you,” he said breathlessly.

Her smile widened, “Holsvaur,” she said, “my husband has mounted your wife, and I want to do the same to you.” She ran a hand slowly down his chest, her claw leaving a thin red line against his skin.

Kyler laughed, “Forgive her; she can be quiet,”

“Predatory?” Steve offered as he checked out the cat-like figure. Like the rest of her, her bust was covered with fur, but her nipples poked through, bare and pink.

Holsvaur laughed at his comment, “You have no idea,” she said, taking both his and Kyler’s hands and leading them away from the group.

As they reached a location a few meters away from everyone else, Steve turned to face her, intent on kissing her. But instead, she pushed him backward, and he half fell, half sat in the cool soft grass. Then she was upon him, her hands pinning him by the shoulders as she kissed him on the lips. Her fur was soft and cool against his body, and her tongue, as it delved into his mouth, was rough. After a moment, she pulled back and started to crawl down his body. Kyler knelt beside her, and Steve realised they intended to please him. “Let me know if my teeth become too much for you,” she almost purred.

Before he could respond, her tongue reached out and licked him from sack to head, the soft scraping of her rough tongue caused him to moan and arch his back. Holsvaur had one hand on his abdomen and pushed him down. She was strong and held him in place as she pointed his cock towards Kyler.

The two shared his cock between them, first licking and kissing, then kissing and sucking. Holsvaur was rougher, her teeth gracing his skin, her tongue more firm and textured than the deer folk. Each time they swapped felt incredible. The significant stimulation of one, followed by the soft embrace of the other’s mouth, was incredible. After several minutes of this, he was covered in sweat.

At one point, he looked down to see Holsvaur’s golden eyes looking up at him, and she smiled, her sharp teeth framing his cock, the dark line of her lip stretched thin. When he watched Kyler, it was different. The two-tone colour of her lip, dark on top, cream giving way to pink underneath, looked like an erotic photoshoot.

He thrashed in pleasure as the duo brought him to orgasm again and again, but Steve was unable to cum or go down.

At one point, in his thrashing, he turned his head to see that Holsvaur’s mate had shifted into a more bestial form, his muzzle grabbing Jan’s neck as she squealed through an orgasm. Looking back, he felt cool upon his cock, and Kyler was kneeling beside him as Holsvaur crawled up his body. “I’m going to leave you two alone now,” Kyler said, “I do hope I can see you again, though.”

“So do I,” Steve exhaled as Holsvaur rubbed her wet-furred snatch against his cock.

“Oh,” Kyler added, “Holsvaur, try not to injure him too badly.” And then she turned and walked away, her little tail wagging happily as she walked away.

Steve turned back to his new, feline-like lover. “What did she mean by that?” he asked.

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