You're drunk with Gwendolion (Vaginal and handjob.)

When Gwendolion showed you her bed, you fell in and dragged her down with you. She laughed at first but quickly went warm as you felt her waist with your hands. Her tail stuck out, and a sharp, blissful gasp left her mouth. “Master!??”

”I’m so fucking horny,” you mumbled, reaching around and squeezing her ass. “Scarlet tried to get me drunk and sleep with her, but I knew what was waiting for me.”

Gwendolion laughed awkwardly. “I’m not sure if Scarlet would have purposefully gotten you drunk just to sleep with you. She didn’t seem like the type…”

Her face was red, and her eyes were looking away from you. She was trying to see what your hands were doing behind her since she figured your massaging fingers would eventually lead to other paths— likely ones that involved less clothes and even less talking.

You mumbled something and then reached for your shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside. “You ever thought about dying your hair a different color?” You pulled at her shirt, but she took it off on her own.

”Do you want me to?” She seemed shy and almost **** to remove her bra. Her breasts fell into view; her modest chest was peaked with pink nipples. You took one to your mouth and gingerly sucked, rolling your hands with careful motions behind her. Her heat soaking into the pads of your fingers and palms.

You pulled away and looked at her face. Her pale cheeks were pink with a pink flush, her pupils wide with wonder, and her lips moist with anticipation. You brushed back her red hair and kissed her nose. “I think black hair would complement your red ears... a cute contrast of somekindyouknowwhatImean?”

Gwendolion laughed. “You’re drunk, Master. Do you actually want me?”

You kissed her again but continued kissing her until she worked out a small moan. Your cock hardened, and you started to grab more at her, practically ripping off her clothes as you devoured her mouth. Tasting her spit while inhaling her faintly musky scent. The other girls had this, too, but somehow Gwendolion’s smell was more feminine… She reaches around you. Gwendolion was human enough for you and much more submissive than the others. She surrendered herself for your use like a bitch in heat. You wondered if she was in heat— wasn’t Araella?

You pushed back until she was lowering herself to the sheets. You unbuckled and loosened your pants so you could access your manhood. You grabbed yourself at the base and began stroking your shaft, hardening any softness out of your rod before poking it between her lips. Gwendolion watched, her eyes wider. “I really, really want you, Gwen. I don’t show you enough love, you know?”

Gwendolion looks up at you. “Do you mean that?”

You pushed in, the tip of your cock becoming engulfed by her tight pussy. All at once, you moan. The sensation was so smooth it was like penetrating a long-lost lover. You grabbed her waist and felt her up. So warm. So tender. So useful! You leaned in and kissed her neck, making Gwendolion tense instantly. So far, all of her questions have been answered by action. Of course, you wanted her. Of course, you needed to show her more affection. And, of course, you meant all that.

You were going in dry, but Gwendolion was drenched, so the process wasn’t as painful as one might suspect. You both shared pitched sighs and verbal signs of pleasure as your hands touched one another. You were familiar with the curves of her frame, and she knew your scars by heart. She held still, letting you use her precisely the way you wanted.

Your length pushed in, and her walls coiled around you. Her tail stuck out on the side and was practically frozen as it stiffened, swaying only lightly whenever your hips pulled back for another slow pass. You were stretching her and loving every second of it. Judging by the crimson overtaking her face, she was enjoying this, too.

After watching her face contort in sexually stressed pleasure, you leaned back in and kissed her once more. Textured tongue rubbed against yours. It wasn’t what you felt when with a genuinely human girl because of the shared characteristics of an animal; her tongue had an almost spiky surface to it, so when she rubbed tongues with you, it felt erotic.

You grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipples, stretching her finally to the point of complete penetration. Your balls pressed against the lips of her vagina. You remained plugged to the hilt and simply shifted your weight around, mixing her insides with suggestive motions other than fully committed thrusts. The sensation made your drunken head spur with memories. You placed both hands on either side of her head and started pulling in and out her gash, pounding her with slow but hard thrusts.

Gwendolion moaned. “Master! Master!! Master!!!” Sometimes with her eyes closed, other times starting directly at you.

Meanwhile, her hands played with her girly parts, fingering her bud, and she felt her boobs. She had all the features of a plaything with all the compliments of a dream girl. Her voice bounced in your skull as the sounds of your body's meeting filled the rest of the room. Wet slapping with your use of curses and praise joined each other.

”I- I’m sorry,” she says, her eyes crossing. “But, I- I think you’re going to make me—me cum!!”

You grab her wrists and pin her down, now not holding back in your pounding. You go down on Gwendolion, fucking her from above as her tits bounce and her pussy swells around your invading length. Her voice hitches at the top of her throat as she starts squirting all over you. Clear, sexually enticed girl-honey starts spraying over your penis as she trembles. “Haah~ haa~!! Haaahah~!!!?”

You didn’t think she would lose control of herself so quickly. “You’re making a mess out of this bed,” she sighs when she glances down at her well-used pussy. It’s wet, and your cock is drenched with her expense. “Should we change the sheets—?!”

You are far from finished with Gwendolion. Your cock is still rock solid, and your balls are still full. You flip her around and spank her ass. The harsh strike induces a forward jolt. You grab her tail, though, and **** her backward. “Stay right there, Gwen.”

She whimpers but follows commands. You spit on your fingers in the meantime and feel her gaping pussy. Gwendolin shivers at the sensation of your saliva-covered middle fingers touching around her hole; she even starts trembling.

Your fingers start poking in and out of her, diving into her tunnel. It’s widened already, but feeling it with your fingers feels as erotic as you suspected it would have been. In your drunken state of mind, you shiver and grab a handful of her hair, repositioning yourself behind her, preparing to plug and fuck her in doggy style.

A strange strangling noise comes out of her, but she’s submissive— ready to continue for as long as you want. You use the same fingers you were using to finger her to hook into her mouth. She bites gently down, but not enough to break the skin. However, you feel the pressure of her teeth increase as you start to penetrate her again. Between the pressure is also a throaty curse.

”Fahk me,” she says, mouth stuffed by your middle and ring finger. “I want it, Master~!”

Since there’s no need to waste any time, you start pounding her, fucking her as hard as you were earlier. Now that you are behind her, however, you find that she’s easier to manipulate. Again and again, you mash your hips against her glorious ass. Gwendolion moans, too, biting a little more complexly than before as she feels your cock slipping and sliding into her fuckhole in rapid motions.

These motions continue to become harder, but she does nothing to get away or to show that she doesn’t want it. You tug her tail to the other side, and her pussy clamps around you, milking every inch of your penis as it goes into her. The sensation is perfect and begins worrying your nerves— you’re quickly reaching your limit!

”You are going to make me cum again~!” Gwendolion warns. She spits out your fingers and starts whimpering, riding her ass back and forth, helping you reach your orgasm, too. “You’re going to make me cum again~!!”

Gwendolion's voice probably echoed out of the room. Maybe outside of the house, but you couldn’t care less who knew or who heard your fucking. You spank her ass, replacing a little bit of her pale complexion with some red. She jolts, too, and cries out in a confused mix of pain and pleasure. The feeling of your dick mixing her insides subsides all discomfort, however. Her moans are filled with enticed bliss.

Just like the others, you don’t have to worry about getting her pregnant, so you ride her until you can’t hold back anymore. Gwendolion gasps and lowers herself as you feel her starting to tremble more than before. This climax of hers tickles every nerve and makes her a spasming mess of sex. She slips almost away from you, but you follow her ass to the sheets and start pounding her as she’s virtually flat against the sheets.

You grunt and groan as your vision briefly blurs with ecstasy. You see the outlines of her body and foxy features as your orgasm contracts your balls and unleashes a shot of cum out of your shaft and straight into her hole. You swallow hard before you exhale with a curse. The tightness of her cunt sucks in every drop of your dispense, storing it needlessly inside.

You thrust weakly in her, using her tightness to milk your climax until you’re too tired to do anything. You pull out and look at your white payload drain out of her gaping vagina. The pink color of her gash is complimented by the sperm dripping from her, but you don’t look for too long. You collapse with a sigh and roll your arm over your eyes. The experience repays in vivid detail in your brain as you catch your breath.

”Fuck, Gwen,” you murmur. “You’re one hell of a stress reliever.”

She doesn’t answer but rolls around and cuddles close to you after waiting a few seconds. “It’s the least I could do for you,” she giggles, kissing the bottom of your chin. “But, you need to tell me… Are you really done for the night now?”