Miss Swift returns

 A faint whimpering sound keeps intruding into your dreams, slowly drawing you out of your slumber; sitting up, you glance around, squinting in the in the dim light, the whimpers had been coming from Miss Swift. The headmistress is perhaps a dozen feet away, down on her knees and still completely naked, with a strange look in her dark eyes.   

“She has been sitting there for several minutes now” Maul growled softly from his position beside you “She reeks of both breeding lust and fear”

You climb to your feet and face the older woman, your voice is cool and unwelcoming when you speak “What do you want?”

   She shakes slightly at your words and is silent for a long moment, when she does speak her own voice is hoarse and trembling slightly “Please Heather I... I never, you and Maul...w-will y” she stops, licking her lips nervously then starts again, this time in a blurted half shout “Please will you two fuck me again?!” she looks up at you, her body shaking slightly and her beautiful face beet red, dark eyes wide with longing and a hint of fear.  

   You look down at your mate questioningly, uncertain what to do; Maul only gives a deep, growling laugh as he quickly climbs to his feet, cock already sliding from his sheath.  A smug grin on your face, you look back at the naked Miss Swift and gesture for her to come closer; she practically leaps to her feet at your summons and trots toward the two of you, a happy smile growing on her beautiful face  and her bare, d-cup breasts bouncing with every step she took.

“On your knees”

   Miss Swift does not hesitate, dropping to her knees and starting to turn away, to present herself to Maul for breeding “No!” you snap coldly; confused at your tone, she looks back at the two of you over her shoulder.  “I want you to suck him first” you say, smiling gleefully at the way a tiny glimmer of defiance smoulders in her eyes for a moment before vanishing again.

   Miss Swift turned around, bracing her hands on the ground as she slowly ran her tongue up and down the length of Maul’s twitching cock before engulfing it in her mouth.  Your green eyes widen a little in surprise at the sight, impressed despite yourself at the ease with which she slowly took inch after inch of Maul’s long straining cock into her throat.  

   As the headmistress’s lips finally meet in the fur at the base of Mauls cock he seizes two handfuls of her long dark hair, holding her in place; you lean forward and murmur into her ear “We are going to have a little contest, the three of us” you run your fingers slowly up and down her thigh “You’re going to work on Maul” dipping one finger into her quim wrings a tremble from her body “While I’m going to work on you, and if you come before my love does you will be... punished” you seize one of her nipples and twist it painfully, Miss Swift trembles again and emits a muffled squeal around the thick cock she had buried in her mouth and throat.

   “And...Begin!” You begin caressing her ample breast with one hand, tracing a slow, spiral path inward towards the nipple, pausing to toy with it; then slowly spiralling away before beginning the cycle over again.  Meanwhile, you are darting the fingers of your other hand in and out of her snatch, working your thumb against her straining clit with every stroke even as Miss Swift eagerly bobbed her head up and down on your mates cock.

   Miss Swift groaned and frantically redoubled her efforts as you tug on her straining nipples, Maul threw back his head and howled, pulling his cock out of Miss Swifts mouth as even he came, thick ropes of scorching hot lupine cum sprayed the inside of the headmistress’s throat and mouth though quite a bit went into her long hair and even more of it left thick trails across her beautiful face.  “Looks like you won after all” you say with a hint of disappointment in your voice, looking down at the panting headmistress a smile grows on your lips you turn to Maul “Let’s reward her” he utters his characteristic growling laugh as he moves toward her, cock at the ready.

   “Yes! Fuck me, beast! Oh god! Please give me your babies!" She shrieked, as Maul pounded his cock in and out of her snatch; draping your upper body over hers your breasts are pressed against hers, your weight presses her down into the grass; you kissed her hard, slipping your tongue into her mouth and entwining it with hers.  She moaned and back against you, her tongue duelling with yours as your hands toy with her ample breasts, every caress of your hands and stroke of Maul’s cock was wringing a twitch or shiver from her body, and she screamed like a banshee as Maul unloaded a jet of semen deep into her body, thrashing under you like she was being electrocuted.   

   The two of you use her savagely for hours that night; Maul must have unloaded half a dozen further loads into her fertile womb before the sheer exhaustion forces the three of you to call it a night. With you in your usual position against Maul’s warm stomach and Miss Swift tight against your own stomach, the three of you quickly drift off into the depths of slumber.  

Sometime later, you awaken to the sound of the enclosure door opening.