Vector keeps fucking as Tails cooks

Vector's hips crashed into Vanilla's soft, plush thighs again and again, every slap echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Her apron was hiked up high, bunched against her belly, her enormous cock slapping lewdly against his scaly chest with every thrust. The wet smacks of their bodies colliding filled the room, filthy and animalistic. Vanilla braced herself against the edge of the stove, gasping, her moans growing louder with every thrust of her lover’s thick crocodilian cock tearing into her drenched, quivering pussy. She could barely think or breathe as Vector pinned her against the glass separating her from the hell she just put Tails in.

Then Vector slowed slightly, sniffing at the air. His brow furrowed. “Hey babe… where’s that little fox boy?” he muttered between grunts. “Didn’t see him on the couch when I came down. Thought I smelt him in here?”

Vanilla’s whole body tensed, her heart skipping a beat... but she couldn’t stop the slow roll of her hips grinding against him even as she tried to think. “He… h-he said he had to go,” she quickly lied, forcing a breathless moan in between her words. “Real sudden. Didn’t say why, just ran out… heh” She trembled, her pussy clenching around Vector's fat green cock inside her as her own throbbed against his chest.

Vector gave a lazy shrug, unconcerned… at first. "Ah, well Cream will be disappointed." Then his nostrils flared again. He sniffed deeper, slower. “Hey something smells kinda… burnt. Is somethin’ burning?” The words slammed into Vanilla like a gunshot. Her eyes widened. Her skin prickled as realization was washing over her. The tight space of the oven was now a hellish inferno, the little femboy fox curled inside, his body slick with sweat that evaporated faster than he could produce it. His lungs were burning, gasping for each breath of superheated air. His soft whimpers had long turned to raspy screams that no one outside could hear. She could imagine it all. “Is the food okay?” Vector asked, slowing again. “You should check on it.”

Vanilla quickly pushed back from the oven, glancing over her shoulder as she moved her ass from the door... just long enough to see inside. An orange glow was starting to flicker and she could see smoke in the window. He was kicking and clawing at the door, his eyes wide with terror, his teeth bared in a scream of pure agony. The heat had started to peel his skin, the once bright orange fur now blackened, curling off in burning clumps. His fluffy tails were shrinking, melting, twitching violently in a panic he could no longer control.

SLAM. She pinned her ass back against the window. “It’s fine!” she said quickly, her voice shaking, **** into a moan as she pressed into Vector. “It’s… it’s a new recipe. Supposed to burn like that. Gives it a... um smokey taste~” she **** a cheerful tone.

Vector blinked, paused… then chuckled. “Heh. Guess you know what you’re doing, babe.” He sniffed again, tongue flicking out over his snout. “It does smells pretty good.” He grinned wide, leaning forward licking his lips. “Makin’ my mouth water.”

Vanilla said nothing. Her breath was tight in her throat as he resumed, thrusting deeper again. And this time, with more hunger and a growl. As he slammed into her, his cock stretching her insides, Vanilla gasped, nearly biting her tongue. Her thick thighs quivered. Her own cock pulsed violently between them, pressed now between their stomachs, leaking massive gobs of precum that smeared across Vector’s abs and on her apron.

The oven groaned behind her. She felt the heat rise. It was too much. Starting to simmer against her ass and lower back. With a ragged gasp, she wrapped her legs around Vector’s waist and leapt into him. “I-it’s too hot!” she whimpered, burying her face in his shoulder. “Move me! Move me, baby!” His large green hands gripped her plump ass and squeezed it as she slid down on his cock even deeper. Vector, strong and eager, growled low as he turned and slammed her against the wall next to them... never once pulling out. His hands gripping her fat hips, his own hips resumed their brutal rhythm, slamming against her ass as her cock jutted proudly between them.

And now… she could see it...The oven.... through the glass. Tails... Her eyes met his as he writhed inside the flames. His face was unrecognizable, fur gone, skin scorched and cracking. His body was a shuddering mess of heat-blistered limbs, baking meat, and boiling blood. His eyes locked with hers, pleading. She could see his fear, and felt how she had betrayed him. He watched her… watched her moaning, watched her being fucked, watched her cum while he screamed in silence.

Vanilla’s breath hitched. Her eyes watering slightly. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed silently to the window. I’m so, so sorry…" And then… she came. Her pussy clenched tight around Vector’s cock, her insides milking him with need as her cock twitched once, then twice, then let loose. Thick hot ropes of hot bunny cum splattered up Vector’s chest, streaking over his chin, dripping down his belly in messy, hot lines as her whole body convulsed. Her moans echoing through the house as she kept watching the fox boy cooking alive. She didn't understand, but it somehow made her orgasm... harder

Vector grunted, burying himself one final time as he emptied himself inside her, unaware. His thick reptile seed splashing her insides. And inside the oven… Tails made one last movement. A twitch. A weak gasp as more hot air filled his lungs. A blurry vision of Vanilla’s face pressed between Vector’s shoulder and the wall, flushed with ecstasy. He felt everything fade.