Doggy Licks for the Win

The pain in your cock in balls is nearly unbearable, you can feel every pleasurable sensation tearing at your overstimulated and roughed-up nerve endings as you hump the ground and pant, but it seems as if Olivia may almost be done.

As you think this, you see her back arch and hear her grunt, then say, "FUCK, yes!" For her part, Stacey keeps you turned on by shaking in her own orgasms, overcome by the barrage of Olivia's dick and now cum in her pussy.

Finally Olivia's orgasm subsides, and she turns Stacey onto her side and cuddles up to her. Nestling in, she softly says, "You know, this is the part I've always wanted."

Stacey, meanwhile, can't help but thrust her hips backwards into Olivia's dick, her mind still focused on the thing it needs for relief from the craving. Sighing, Olivia says, "Just cuddle with me, okay."

"Yes, mistress," Stacey replies, her body completely turned from you. She relaxes into Olivia's embrace, but her mind continues to spin in conflict with itself.

The sounds of your dick hitting the floor soon dominate the room. Olivia raises her head wearily and says, "Oh," before snapping her fingers with a flourish and returning to her cuddle. The marker flies to you and crosses out EDGE OF ORGASM before flying back up to a shelf you can no longer reach, allowing you to finally relax with a woof of gratitude.

"Yeah, yeah," Olivia says without looking.

You wait for several minutes, testing out ways to make yourself chase your tail, roll over, lick yourself, all the dog things. After a while, you crawl to the bed and hop up, wagging your butt as you go.

Startled, Olivia starts to sit up before you circle your spot on the bed and lay down, looking at her like a dog who wants to be pet. "Oh, okay," she says, laughing quietly. Tiredly, her hand reaches out and strokes your back, but then she returns to her cuddle.

Inching closer you lick at her arm a few times, seemingly to try to get her attention.

"Hey, cut it out alright?"

"Woof," you reply softly, getting in a few more licks.

"HEY, I said-" Suddenly, Olivia freezes in place. You watch as her body takes on a silver color and sinks into the bed, her expression frozen in a mix of outrage and contentment.

Stacey startles, but she can't stop cuddling Olivia or speak. As quickly as your dog senses allow, you lick off most of the marking on your arm and stand up, stretching, and sigh in relief. You say, "I'll help you in a second babe, just give me one second." Stacey nods imperceptibly, drained, while you grab the marker and trace over the remaining letters of Olivia's old telekinesis marking, reinforcing the word your licks left in its place: tin.