Horny Devil update

The moment Jean took a step toward him, Kurt froze her with a look of his glowing yellow eyes. “Oh no, junge Dame, allow me!” he said.

He came up to his feet and padded toward her. With his tail still inserted into Kitty, him walking away from her nearly pulled it out of her ass. Kitty hurried after him before that could happen, like a dog on a leash, and so she had a ringside view as Kurt flowed into Jean’s arms and kissed her deeply.

His tongue stirred with hers until she was panting for more. Jean’s breasts rose and fell, as though petting the silky fur on his chest, and she felt the urge to be with him even more intensely than before.

She needed his prick thrusting inside her, as long and as hard as she could make it.

“Fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me right now!”

“Certainly, fraulein. If you’re sure. But just know that if you give your scheide to me, I won’t be leaving it until you’re bred.”

“Alright, Kurt. Alright…” Jean lifted her tartan skirt, showing him her pussy once more. It gleamed wetly—maybe because now Kurt was looking at it like a piece of property. One he could use as he saw fit. “I need to be fucked so bad. No, I need even more than that. I need you to mate with me. Give me the child Scott never could. Be the father he never could. Be the father of my child—and be my daddy too…”

“Ich glaub’ ich spinne!” Kurt muttered, then BAMF! Kitty moaned in dismay as Kurt’s tail literally disappeared from her ass, but now Kurt and Jean were entwined against the nearest wall. As the smoke of his teleportation cleared, Kurt had Jean’s feet up around her ears, her body bent in half with his shoulders holding her legs in place. His cock leapt for her sex like a stallion starting a race.

Jean gasped, feeling his hips thrust forward. His cock didn’t go in—her slit too small, too tight, to allow it such unfettered entry. Instead, his cockhead skittered along her labia until the shaft was vertical, caught between their bodies, Jean’s liquid sex molded to its underside. She moaned at the feel of its heat, rubbing against her cunt with the stuttering dregs of Kurt’s thrust. He enjoyed this obscene rutting, lacking though it was, just like she did.

“No… don’t stop there… put it in me… you promised you’d breed me,” Jean mewled.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asked with his sharp-toothed grin. “I could get you off this way, liebchen. It might prove very interesting…”

“No,” Jean moaned, though the way he was rubbing himself into her was having a jagged effect on her consciousness, nearly rendering her insensate. “I… don’t wanna get off… wanna be your mate… you promised…”

“Ja, meine Freundin—I did!”

Then Jean was panting, loud and hard, as Kurt’s manhood surged into her pussy. The lewd smacking of their bodies meeting was somewhat muted by Kurt’s fur, but it still filled the air, most especially the wet sound of his cock reaming Jean out. Jean’s eyes rolled back in her head as her position let Kurt go as deep inside her as he wanted. Her body twisted, thrashed; she swung her hips, enraptured by how utterly filled she was.

Kitty stepped closer to their merging bodies as though she were being drawn in by a siren song. “That’s it, Jean,” she whispered, though it sounded more like she was speaking to herself, in masturbatory zeal, than that her words were meant for the redhead’s ears. “Take his cock. Isn’t it the fuck sex you could ever have? Isn’t it all you could ever want? Don’t tell me you want anything more than to be his sex toy, because that’s what you are and you love it. You can’t even hear me, you dirty slut. I can call you his whore and you can’t deny it, you won’t. That’s what you are, after all. No, there’s not even words for what you are. Whores don’t get knocked up. Whores don’t get off on being knocked up, but you are. Fuck, I can see you coming, Jean. You just keep coming and coming from Kurt breeding you.”

She pressed her naked body to Kurt’s back, running her fingers through his short blue hair, nibbling on his pointed ears.

“Does it feel good, Kurt? Her cunt coming on your cock over and over again? I hope it does. I hope that nasty bitch is paying you back for how you’re making her orgasm. Shit, she’s drooling. I bet she can’t even remember being anything other than your cock holster. She’s got a new life now and it all starts with her being your cum dumpster.”