Feeling the itch

The next morning, in another part of the hotel...

Come ON girls! Time for our morning jog!" Called out a voice along with a bell in hand ringing across the shared hotel room, where a chorus of groans and complaints echoed out after it stopped. One by one a group of young women poured out of the bedroom hall, scratching at their hair, and rubbing their sore eyes. The clock read 7 AM,

"This is inhuman, I thought we came to Vegas to have fun." Groaned a dark-haired woman with green eyes. Tina sniffed the air and blink as she focused her eyes on the morning light.

"Yeah! Soak up some sun and drink with hot guys for a couple of weeks." Complained another, an Asian woman with cropped black hair. Shiori rubbed at her flat stomach and press up against the wall.

"Now, now, you know the REAL reason we're here. The Florida University football team is playing here in Vegas, and we need to keep at our best to cheer them on." Explained the head cheerleader Maxine.

"Yay..." groaned a blonde as she sat at the table and fell right back to sleep on the smooth surface. Deandra buried her face under her arms and looked up to see the morning sun was still too bright to look out the window. "I thought we were here to drink and party for a week, like everyone else is on the team."

"Pff, no surprise there. Those guys are probably hitting on chicks in a club all night."

"Yeah but they don't need to keep a trim waist under shoulder pads and helmets like we do." Explained the head cheer leader, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder and wrung her hands together. "Come on, I'll make it up to you, we can go to the club tonight."

"Ooh, cute guys surround by good music and shots, fine... But I won't enjoy it."

"Speaking of cute guys, remember that one hottie from the pool the other day?"

Whimpering from her spot at the table and squirming in her seat, the blonde bit her lower lip. And she wasn't the only one, the other cheerleaders found themselves closing their eyes and remembering that entire experience. Even if it lead to nothing, the whole moment was intoxicating, like there was something in the air that made their bodies warm in the cool water.

"Hmm... I remember that he smelled like oak and cinnamon." Hummed Shiori, hugging herself more tightly.

"I remember the THICC bear of a woman that dragged him out and disappeared with a puff of smoke."

"Yeah!... What a bitch!"

Damn she was stacked though..."

Listening in her friends talk about that time in the pool, Deandra sighed and closed her eyes. She never knew she could feel desire so intensely. When she felt him cup her rear with his hand and pulled her close for a kiss, her world exploded. Her friends kept making fun of the fact her nipples had been stiff the rest of the day, teasing that if her boyfriend Mark learned about that he'd freak out. But she didn't care about that. Her mind swam with fantasies of being swept up in the man's arms and being bedded over and over again. She nearly woke up her friends from her fingering herself until 3 AM, and it STILL wasn't enough to get him out of her mind.

"Come on girls, get dressed and eat breakfast, we start our run at 8."

*

Breathing hard and gasping for air, Consuela had to use the sleeve of her maid's uniform to bite down on to keep from screaming as she fingered herself furiously in the broom closet of the hotel. She had been doing this in bouts since last night since she went to do housekeeping at the penthouse suite. She was expecting some activity for her to show up a bit late and clean up, she didn't expect to find a hulking specimen of a man drag her inside and make the pleasure centers of her brain overload with wild hip straining sex, four times in a row!

When she left the room, she was a train wreck. Her clothes and curly brown hair disheveled, her face flushed, and smelling of cum and sweat... But more satisfied than she ever had been in her life. For a time. Then she started feeling the itch come back, a need that ate away at her. It kept her from concentrating on anything at work and even her husband couldn't keep up with her when she got back home.

"Almost..." She whispered with clenched teeth, driving three fingers into her pussy at once. "Almost..."

"Has anyone seen Consuela?"

Her eyes going wide and gasped with her sleeve in her mouth, Consuela mewled as her orgasm was getting closer, just as she heard the voice of her boss ask for where she was again. She had snuck into the hotel broom closet to rub one out and relieve some stress, but now it was obvious her luck had run out. But right now she was so close, so close to reaching her peak. She pistoned her fingers in and out of her wet, sopping pussy as fast as she could, and felt her oncoming orgasm approaching nearer and nearer like an out-of-control freight train. She gasped in shock and horror when the broom closet door slammed open.

"THERE you are!" he said, glaring down at her and then, the realization of what the Hispanic woman was actually doing hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he quickly shut the door, save for just a small sliver. Then, in a hushed tone, he hissed out in disgust, "What are ... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I was..." the maid gasped out desperately, tearing her hand away from her naked sex and she fell to the floor face down. Her body was still crying out for release, but she couldn't frig herself in front of her boss. With **** tears welling quickly in her eyes, she tried to find the right words to explain herself and her lewd behavior, but what could she say? She had been caught red-handed with her hand up her cunt. Struggling to get up on weak legs, Consuela did her best to gather her clothes up and get herself dressed while her employer quickly turned around in utter disbelief.

"What the hell were you thinking pulling a stunt like this while on the clock, you...?" He fumed, turning his head to chew her out. He paused before he said what he wanted to say. He didn't want to get roped into this utter mess with a Human Resources violation. Gathering his own chaotic thoughts, he hissed out venomously, "I'm putting you on leave without pay for three days. I am going to tell corporate and when you get back a decision will be made on your future with this hotel."

"But I NEED this job!" She protested, wringing her hands after finally getting dressed.

"Yes well, you should have thought of that before hand." Slamming the closet door behind him, Consuela remained there with her head down. Shocked and disgusted with herself, she started to sob. She was more than likely going to get fired, and she knew word traveled fast in Vegas, so the chance of finding another work as a maid had more than likely gone out the window. What would she do?

Just then, her phone rang. It was her husband. Seeing his picture made her sob all the more. They relied on each other to make ends meet, and she wondered how on Earth would she ever explain this to him? Her mind went back to last night and how horny she was. She had never been so sexually ravenous, and Consuela suspected it freaked her husband out. The thought of fucking her husband was followed quickly by the strange but cherished memory of being dragged into that stud's bedroom and fucking HIM for all he was worth! Arching her back, she felt her pussy calling to her again. Before she figured out what she was going to do and how she would explain her new situation to her husband, she would have to relieve the **** need between her legs. Trying to calm down, she answered the phone and put on a brave face.

"Hi honey... Oh? Yeah, yeah, I know we had a rough night last night, I'm sorry I bit your shoulder. I'm just going to have a personal day today, alright sweetie? Thanks."

Closing her phone, she pulled the hair net off to free her long curly brown hair and stepped out of the dark room. There she found the rest of her co-workers outside, gasping at the sight of her before breaking into laughter.

She burned in utter shame and darted out of the hotel as fast as she could.

*

Sitting on a cushioned chair and smoking a cigarette while she waited for the phone in her hand to take her out of the waiting que, Amanda finally heard the cheery voice of the head hotel clerk from the main entrance answer. "Hello, this is the front desk, how may I help you this morning?"

"FINALLY! I'd like to file a complaint, last night it sounded like the room across from mine had a couple of barn animals in there. What the hell kind of standards do you have?"

"It is the hotel policy that pets are prohibited from the property during stays. And... We don't see any record of any animals being let into the building."

"This is ridiculous! I had to deal with the noises of what sounded like goats bleating all night, I didn't get a wink of sleep last night!"

"We're sorry to hear that ma'am, perhaps we can make up for the poor experience you had, please wait while I put you on hold while I go over our options."

"No... Don't put me on... Sigh... Go to Vegas they said, enjoy the city of sin they said, this shit show has more bureaucracy than our sanitation department."

Breathing in a puff of her cigarette and scratching her dark hair, Amanda fumed as she waited on the line.

*

Breathing in deeply and turning in bed, Wanda cooed and smiled, resting her head in Buck's hairy chest as he continued to sleep. Last night they made up, again. Spending much of the night showing who was the boss in the relationship. Tracing a finger over his shoulder, Wanda smirked at the red spot where she bit him during their third time in bed. Now if any girl tried to cling to him like arm candy, they'd know he belonged to her.

And seeing him now, there was a lot of him that belonged to her. Easily over 6 feet tall and 3 feet wide at the shoulder, Buck had swollen and grown into someone that looked like an overfed linebacker for a foot ball team. His chest and stomach covered in hair, along with his shoulders, even in his human form.

Tracing her hand lower, she felt up his flaccid cock with a grin, proud of herself that she could take such a monster 5 times last night. And she had plans for it later on today and tonight as well.

Getting up from bed and heading out into the main room of her suite without a lick of clothing on her, Wanda scratched at her long hair, feeling how full bodied and wild it grew from her. By now it reached down to the dimples of her rear, an incredible amount of growth in the span of three days. Heading into the bathroom, Wanda gave herself a look in the mirror and was slightly taken back by the large woman looking back at her.

Well over 6 feet tall, her breasts heaved from her chest proudly, defiant of gravity like a pair of balloons. Reaching up to grope them, she instantly hissed and bit her lip at how sensitive they were. Before they were the size of grapefruits, now they were comparable to her own head. Looking over the rest of her, she seemed bigger all over. Her arms were thicker, her shoulders broader, her hips exaggeratingly so. turning to her side she smirked down at her meaty thighs and the shelf of an ass she had now that stuck a foot out from behind her.

She was tall, she was voluptuous, she was plump, she was...

"Gorgeous!"

Such a far cry from that pathetic little waif that had been rejected by practically everyone in her life. Her so-called friends and teammates in the Avengers, the former love of her life, Vision, and even her own family. For a moment, Wanda uttered out a low, animalistic growl from the back of her throat at the thought, but it didn't last long.

She now had Buck, who actually knew how to please a girl. He allowed her to be who she was always meant to be!

Looking at her face, her beauty seemed to have been enhanced somewhat, despite her new size, her cheek bones were more defined, her eyes sharper, lips kissably plump and her cheeks soft and blushed. She even blew her reflection a kiss as she combed some hair away from her neck line. It was there she spotted that her right ear seemed different. Tracing her fingernail over it, the earlobe wasn't a cute, curved surface anymore, but had grown into a point, like a cat's ear. Quickly checking her other earlobe, she found that both ears had changed ever so slightly.

"Huh... That's different."

Thinking nothing of it, she tossed her long red hair and entered the shower stall.

*

Stepping out of their suite together and tugging at their clothes to make sure they were presentable; Wanda and Buck made their way down the hall towards the elevator to head out. Wanda wore a dark leather micro skirt that looked paint around her waist, along with a snug black top that read 'Queen Bitch!' in red letters stretched to near illegibility over her chest. Wearing a few bangles and a necklace to go with, her hair was left undone and flowing wild behind her. Her arm looped around Buck’s; Wanda looked up at the human satyr with a hungry look in her mascara highlighted eyes.

Buck wore a pair of shorts that clung to his muscular legs and left a prominent bulge at the front of his crotch, one that left him tugging at his hemline the entire time they walked. Alone with a white t-shirt and an unbuttoned Hawaiian short over it. All of course was under sized for his massive frame, with his gut showing under the hem of his shirt.

Stepping into the elevator, Wanda didn't even wait for the doors to close before she pressed her rear against Buck's waist with a naughty grin and pulled his head down for a kiss. In response he rested his hands on her hips and reciprocated.

"So where we going this time that we can do in the hotel room?" Buck asked, his voice gruff, a result of his growth over the last few days.

"I want to see what the rest of the city has to offer, NOW that the buffet is out of the question... Stingy prick."

"Oh! So you want to find a new FEEDING ground huh?" Chuckled the brutish look man as his hands roamed over her softened middle and up to cup at her top. "Eh, wouldn't be a problem for me."

"Oh? Keeping SECRETS from me my pet?"

His smile still there, he looked up to the roof of the elevator and plucked off a bit of lighting fixture off its mooring and popped it into his mouth like he would each a piece of popcorn. Chewing the metal and glass easily before swallowing. "Goats are good ol trash compactors, just about everything is food to me."

Snorting, Wanda pressed her ass against the bulge of his crotch again and laughed, just as the elevator opened and the two stepped out. "Well then, that just means more food for me, you can finish off the wrappers."

"Promises, promises hot stuff."

Stepping out of the elevator once it reached ground floor, Buck gave Wanda a playful slap on the rear on their way out.

*

"Come ON girls, daylight's burning away." Maxine chirped while jogging on the spot, the rest of the cheerleader squad with her flexing and stretching in the lobby before heading out, checking to make sure they had enough sun lotion and water for their jog. "Everyone have what they need?"

"I think so..." Spoke up one of the ladies. "Anyone want to bet how many guys are going to hit on us at the park?"

The girls giggled at the idea, but before they made their leave, they felt the presence of a couple pass them by, actually feeling the heavy foot steps of the trashy looking couple as they chuckled and headed for the hotel exit. Looking up they gasped and fanned themselves at the sight of the guy they flirted with back at the pool yesterday... And he was bigger! In every way. His clothes barely contained his swollen form, or the bulge in his shorts that caught the girls attention. When they looked up at the bearded man's face while his red-haired amazon of a girlfriend hugged at his side, he smirked down at them and winked.

When the two left the lobby, the cheerleaders exhaled a breath they all didn't know they were holding. Some even leaned against the wall to cool down, despite the air conditioning.

"Wow, did anyone else have fantasies right there?"

"Oh my GAWD! I never knew he was so hunky out of the water, right Deandra?" Asked Shiori, finding her fellow cheerleader panting on the floor, flushed, and aroused.

"Are you okay girl? You look like you got a fever."

Getting up on shaky legs, Deandra whimpered and sighed before waving to Maxine. "Can I use the washroom before we leave?"

"Yeah sure. How long do you need?"

Biting her lip, Deandra squirmed, a collage of sexual fantasies blasting through her psyche at that moment after catching a whiff of Buck's scent in the air again. If she didn't rub herself out right then and there, she was going to explode. "Oh... Five... maybe ten minutes..."

The group burst out in laughter as Deandra hurried her way towards the nearest bathroom.

*

Outside the parking lot of the hotel, Consuela was slumped back in the backseat of her car. Her skirt and panties had been pulled down to her ankles and she had hand buried in her steaming hot cunt. In and out her fingers pumped, trying desperately to calm the burning fire of arousal that mammoth fucking stud had unleashed in her. Her mouth parted in complete abandon, and she shrieked out wantonly. Tilting her head back onto the headrest, she squirmed in erotic delight when she felt her juices had begun to form on the comfortable faux-leather cushions.

She had lost track of how many times she had came ever since being dismissed for the day by her boss.

The possibility of her losing her job should have been all-consuming in her mind, but instead, the need between her legs had won out. She had made it to her car as fast as possible and had begun to bring herself off.

Every now and then, her thoughts would return to her husband, Kyle. What she would tell him and what his reaction would be, and then, ultimately, what he would do? They'd been married for over a year, but they also lived day by day. And the thought that she'd be without pay for 3 days was horrifying. The possibility of permanently losing her job was even worse. And all the while, the pain and guilt that she had cheated on him hovered over the entire situation like a storm cloud. She wanted to cry, not knowing how to face him and how it all happened. And yet, these thoughts were always fleeting since she would always return to the being absolutely dominated by that tall, muscular stud of a man in that hotel room.

Moaning out like a whore in heat, Consuela quickened the pace of her lewd masturbation and that what an incredible night she had had with that stranger. There she was innocently wanting to do her job and tidy up the room, when she had flat out pulled her into the room and fucked her like the absolute slut she was! She had been raised a good girl, never missing church on a Sunday and had been a loyal wife.

That goody-two-shoes life was now a thing of the fucking past. Consuela's face took on a debauched sneer when she asked herself where did being good ever get her? A thankless job and married to her a tiny little limp-dicked husband. Tilting her head back and moaning deliriously, she thought how she needed that immense fucking god of a man buried in her pussy once more, making her scream in orgasm until she passed out again.

With a gasp, Consuela thought over everything she had been thinking and she returned to herself. What had she been thinking? This wasn't her. She loved her husband and appreciated even her modest life. The guilt once more overtook her, and she thought about calling Kyle, but she didn't know what to tell him.

"Dios mío. What am I going to do?"

"Yoo-hoo! Taxi!" She heard a woman call out nearby, looking up from her dashboard, Consuela gasped when she spotted the man from the room, along with a woman that could only be describes as a red-haired giantess. The man, he was there, and he was HUGE! Just the sight of him made her panties grow moist and her breath catch in her throat. Seeing the two get into the back seat of the SUV cab, and watching it lurch from them taking their seats, Consuela turned the ignition on her car, and drove out of the lot, to follow them.

*

20 minutes worth of driving through the city and filling the SUV cab with the growls of their stomachs, the couple looked out the windows of their ride, seeing the city all around them during the hot day.

"Oh, look at THAT. Stop the cab!" Buck called out, the SUV coming to a stop at the sidewalk in front of a mall.

Stepping out and paying the cab, the two locked arms again and made their way over to a growing crowd, one where a stage was set with several people standing behind a table and an announcer pointing back at the crowd with a microphone.

"THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS! WELCOME TO THE 9th ANNUAL HOTDOG EATING CONTEST! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN MUSTER YOUR MUSTARD COME RIGHT UP AND SIGN IN TO PARTICIPATE."

Trading looks and smiling from ear to ear, Wanda and Buck made their way over to the sign in table, almost shoving people out of their way to make it to the surprised and timid booking agent who offered them both the clip board to sign.

"I-I hope you brought y-your appetites." The small man said meekly, hearing the wooden steps creak as they made their way up to the stage and took their seats.

Looking around at the spread of freshly cooked hotdogs, the couple found themselves licking their lips and eyeing the announcer as he waved his arm towards the contestants as if he were flagging a race.

"GET READY! SET... GO!"

Immediately the 6 contestants began to stuff their faces with one hotdog after the other, the crowd cheering them on the entire time as they went through the trays. In the span of just 30 minutes two contestants already throw in the towel, and a few minutes afterwards so did the next two. But Buck and Wanda were still going. They had finished off two trays of hotdogs and were offered a third with starving gusto.

Then two trays became three, then four, then five. The crowd cheering them on louder and louder as they tossed trays out of their way to pluck full ones out of the hands of those serving more as if they might bite them. It reached a point that the crowd slowed down their cheering and simply watched the two eat and eat, just wondering where all of it was going.

Reaching for her seventh tray, Wanda's hand reached out for bare table, pausing slightly in her chewing to see nothing new being offered. A few seconds later, a bell rang, and the couple looked up to see the announcer come up to the stage and call out with his microphone.

"CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR TWO FINAL CONTESTANTS!" He called out, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. "AND THANKS FOR ATTENTING, WE'D LIKE TO OFFER YOU BOTH THE SHARED FIRST PRIZE FOR..."

"HEY! Where's the grub?" Demanded Buck, slamming his plate on the table.

"Yeah! We're still hungry!"

Seeing them both stand to their full height to loom over the man, the front of their clothes stained with mustard and ketchup as were their chins, but all their focus was on the tiny man who told them the contest was over.

Shaking on the spot, the usher placed a hand over the microphone to answer them. "W-we... You ate it all, there's no more." Bringing the microphone back to his mouth he looked back to the crowd. "LETS GIVE IT UP TO OUR TWO CONTEST WINNERS, WHO WILL BE WALKING AWAY WITH A SHARED PRIZE OF..."

"Screw this, what's the point of an eating contest if you can't keep up with the contestants?"

"Yeah, you said it stud." Replied Wanda, stamping her foot and giving the man a love tap on the shoulder. "Screw this place, lets get out of here."

"Yeah... Out of food. What a fucking joke."

"So where to now honey hun?" Cooed the red-haired amazon woman, wiping the condiment stains off her face and moving up to press up against Buck and lick his chin clean.

Scratching his chin and looking around, Buck's eyes lit up and pointed over to another spot in the city. "How about there?"

*

Palm Tree Golf resort...

Passing by the public walk way towards the golf course, Buck and Wanda grinned back at each other as they strolled by the waiting area that offered to sign them in to play. Instead they kept right on walking out into the course, watching carts drive by or groups of people playing.

"Never took you for a golf guy, Buck." Cooed Wanda playfully, hanging off his arm and shimmying her hips when they stopped to take in the view.

"Oh, I'm not here for the game, I have something BETTER in mind."

Heading deeper into the golf course, the pair diverted from the walkway towards the tall trees and bushes, out of sight of anyone else there. Once the two were deep enough that all they could see were trees and plants, Buck breathed in the air and spread his arms out to bask in it all.

"Ahhhh... Gotta love the open outdoors, make a man feel right at home, makes you feel like... Like..." Grunting out, Buck's shoes burst apart to free cloven hooves, while a sheen of black fur spread up his body. His shorts grew taut and complained before the seams tore and burst, pulling the useless fabric off him as he pried his torn shirts off his arms and chest. Horns sprouted from his brow and his nose flattened to something like a beast when he nickered and snorted, shaking his shoulders. "Being like an ANIMAL!"

Purring with delight, Wanda found herself prying her own clothes off, not the least surprised she had the strength to rip the fabric off her burgeoning tits and wide hips like it was all tissue paper. Pressing up against him, Wanda pressed her forehead against his, their eyes locking together just as she flung a leg around his waist and aimed his massive cock to the moist folds of her pussy to sink down on him. Growling into each other's mouths in a languid kiss, Buck pulled Wanda off her feet and pressed her against a tree, grinding against her hips and licking down her neck and chest. Wanda wailed and moaned, her voice deep and hoarse as she felt his cock spear into her womb again and again.

"Fuck me Buck! Fuck me like a damn animal!"

Feeling her hands claw at his back, the satyr nickered, rearing back up to kiss the Scarlet Witch and groan as he grew harder. Speeding up his thrusts, he reached his peak and bleated out in release, flooding her insides with his cum and making her rear back and moan. Panting and trading licks and kisses of affection, Buck pulled away slightly, giving Wanda the chance for her feet to touch the grass beneath them and turn around, pressing up against the tree and present her wide ass. Gripping at her flanks, Buck thrust back into her pussy and grunted, snorting like a bull in the rutt to go all over again.

Neither of them said a word save for the occasional bray and bleat of stimulation. Even Wanda found herself braying out loudly like a farm animal when Buck reached his limit again and came hard, his balls churning as they released into her a second time with a heavy volley. Throaty and purring like a bear, Wanda leaned back and kissed Buck, all while he squeezed and groped at her breasts.

Separating again, Wanda looked over her shoulder and took a few steps, her eyes still hungry for more as she laid on her back and spread her legs. Buck joined her, pressing his body on top of her and kiss the red-haired woman salaciously while he entered her pussy again. Their grunts and growls filling the small forest as their hips collided again and again. Wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her feet together, Wanda pressed her head against Buck's while she thrust her hips back to match his, the two colliding with each other as their hairy flesh jiggled from the impacts.

Eventually, the two reached their peak and Buck reared back to bray while Wanda collapsed to the ground to ride out her explosive orgasm, her pussy overflowing with Buck's cum by the time he collapsed on top of her, panting and licking at her sweat slick skin.

Tightening her grip on Buck with her legs, Wanda savored the incredible pleasure nearly crashing her psyche. Looking up at the mid-day sun, She squirmed and shivered.

"It's a shame the week's already half-way done, I almost hate the idea of having to go back."

"Why go back when you can stay here?" Buck asked, resting his horned head between her breasts like a pillow.

"In Vegas? Well... The food is good, and the..."

"No!" Corrected Buck, pressing his waist against hers and making Wanda bite her lower lip to feel his still erect cock drive deeper. "I mean stay here in the woods, with me, forever. Just roaming around, living off the FAT of the land." He explained, feeling up her hip and jiggling it roughly to put emphasis on 'fat'. "We could live like a couple of animals and do what animals do. Eat, fuck..." Leaning forward, he brought his mouth to her pointed ear to whisper, "And breed."

Shivering from the word, Wanda's toes curled, squirming as she wrapped her legs around him again.

"Ooh, touched a nerve did I?" He smirked, acting surprised when Wanda pulled him in for an open mouth kiss.

"Back in the old country, when I used to still be a gypsy, there was a woman in our tribe that I thought for the longest time was a teacher with all the kids who followed her. It wasn't until I was older that I learned she was the caravan's whore."

"Ooh, sounds like my kind of lady. What was she like?

Wanda fluttered her eyes and growled under her throat, her voice taking on a thick European accent as she remembered. "She vas so... BIG, so hearty. Zhe men of the caravan... They LUSTED after her, her luscious backzide, zhe massive udders she had... And she lusted BACK! Every year, zhe caravan had more children at her feet, and zhe woman was always bigger... Always fatter... Always proud!"

Sitting up, Buck ground his cock into her again. "You want to be like her, don't you?"

A goat-like nicker escaped Wanda's full lips as she basked in the fantasy.

"You want to be this great big, fat momma with an entourage of kids following you?" Whispering into he rear again; his smirk grew almost devilish. "You want to bear a herd."

Gurgling with lust, Wanda tossed her hair and felt up her huge tits, licking at their slopes and letting her hands roam over his hairy chest and shoulders. But then her eyes opened wide, and her pointed ears flickered. Sitting up, she sniffed the air, narrowing her eyes as she separated from Buck and got to her feet. Growling out, Wanda stormed towards a portion of the woods. She reached into a large bush and grabbed something that yelped in protest.

"THERE YOU ARE! You little bitch!"

Crying out and trying to cover herself, Consuela looked up at the naked woman holding her up off the ground and back at the satyr that got to his feet. Bringing her close to her nose, Wanda sniffed the woman again, sneering angrily.

"So... YOU are the one Buck fucked the other night!"