Ann was confused. Kat was looking at her in shock. She’d just tripped. It was fine. But those arms, wow those arms were strong. Kat was strong in general, and she loved that so much. The way she could toss her around in bed, but sometimes chose not to.

She grabbed Kat’s shoulder, hoisting herself up to standing, and moved in close. She grinned goofily down at her lover as Kat stood before her. Their eyes locked and Ann felt her heart skip a beat. She leaned in, capturing Kat’s lips in a kiss. Of all the hard things about Kat’s body, these were always the softest. Well, maybe her lower lips were softer. And her boobs. Gods, she loved the woman’s boobs. She wanted to see them.

Trailing her hands down, she tried to grab the hem of Kat’s shirt and lift, but found strong hands resisting the tug. Looking up, she saw Kat’s eyes wide with panic, looking around and shouting something. Ann cocked her head. All she could hear was the beat of her own heart. It was about all she could hear since her fight, which she’d won.

She wanted to celebrate! Celebrate with her girlfriends the best way she knew how; fucking them silly. She tried Kat’s shirt again, once again stopped. Now Rosalyn was there, patting at her, looking alarmed.

“What’s wrong?” Ann whined to them both. “I won. I beat ‘em all! Come on! Let’s celebrate. Get those pants off!”

“Ann, can ye hear me?” Kat’s voice finally broke through. “Ann, we’re still in the ring.”

“Didn’t you say you kinda liked the danger?” Ann growled low, licking up her girlfriend’s cheek. “What’s more thrilling than here?”

“Feck’s sake. Rosalyn, get Sybil an’, oi, Kearan, was it? Can ye ‘elp me?” Kat called.

Rosalyn darted off into the crowd. Where was she going? Didn’t she want to fuck? She normally seemed so excited about getting impaled by her cock. Then the pretty fox lady, Kearan, was right there. She’d offered, hadn’t she? Ann took a step towards the woman.

“No ye feckin’ don’t,” Kat barked, grabbing her by the hair.

Ann let out a moan that seemed to take everyone off guard.

“Orenous be damned. Why this? Why feckin’ now? Kearan, she’s in a state. It’s cause o’ one o’ her resources, got overloaded. She’s gonna be like this until Rosalyn an’ I ‘elp ‘er. Stay a bit back, but we need some privacy. Ye mind helpin’ us tae the washroom an’, erm, keepin’ guard?”

“Keeping guard?” the sexy fox said incredulously, her beautiful, soft, fluffy tail swishing behind her. “Keeping guard for what reason?”

“Well, thing is, she’s gonna be outta it, an’ the two o’ us are gonna be, um, compromised, so we kinda would very much appreciate it and I’d owe ye a huge favour,” Kat explained without explaining. The way her ears turned red when she blushed was one of Ann’s favorite parts of her.

“I’ll take a favour from a princess,” Kearan nodded. “Washroom’s…”

“That way, I know,” Kat said, cruelly batting Ann’s hand away as she tried to grope her favourite Alfhindur. “Just try to keep people away.”

Kat grabbed Ann by the scruff of fur that ran down her neck and began guiding her away into the crowd.

“Oooh, feeling dominant today?” Ann giggled, head pulled back a little as she was steered. “You gonna fuck me hard, love? Make me cum all over you? Oooh, and in you. Can’t forget that.”

Rosalyn, her adorable little sheep, popped out of the crowd with the big yak lady. It was like a movie she’d seen, and Ann giggled helplessly.

“Oh gosh, she’s really gone,” Rosalyn squeaked as Ann reached out, grabbing one of her horns and rubbing it. The texture was so smooth. She could do that all day.

“Aye, we’re in fer it. Hope ye’re ready,” Kat huffed, pulling and dragging Ann further through the crowd toward a door.

Roughly, Ann was pushed through the opening. Kat quickly checked for any other occupants and then left her sitting on a toilet. Or as close as this world had to one.

“Be right back, love,” Kat whispered harshly. “Just, don’t move.”

Kat left her there, alone and so so horny, and she heard the door close. What was she doing? She hadn’t even touched Ann, and she’d left her there, alone?

Ann heard the door open and shut. Eagerly, she sprang to her paws and stalked out the stall, finding Rosalyn instead of Kat. The two locked eyes, and Rosalyn’s legs went weak. She shook like a leaf in the wind as Ann approached, towering over her.

“There’s my lambchop,” Ann growled, loving the thrill Rosalyn’s shivers sent through her.

Rosalyn, for her part, fell to the floor, quaking, but nodded. Oh, she loved how that woman talked, but here? Now? Her shocked silence was delicious.

Kneeling down, Ann tipped forward, putting her hands on either side of Rosalyn’s head, then licked slowly up the side of her face. That taste! It was euphoric every time she got to taste either woman. Their unique flavours coating her tongue, she couldn’t help closing her eyes and revelling in it.

Rosalyn’s breath was quick in her ears, and she opened her eyes to the purple tinted view of the woman’s hazel eyes looking up at her with an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal. Poor thing had some wires crossed, for sure, and Ann was absolutely going to make it worse before the night was done. She leaned in, grabbing one of her lover’s horns and smothered her in a kiss.

As she expected, Rosalyn melted into the touch, her lips parting easily as Ann’s tongue prodded past them. That black skin of hers was so gorgeous, and Ann marvelled at the obsidian lips as she pulled away with Rosalyn’s tongue clenched between sharp teeth.

“We were interrupted last time,” she whispered, breath heavy and hot against Rosalyn’s neck. The woman squirmed under her, hands twisting in her bottoms, pushing the fabric. “Oh, you like this, prey?” Ann growled, going in for another lick.

Rosalyn let out a choked gasp, her lips parting and her eyes rolling back in her head.

Taking the cue, Ann nipped gently, then firmer, pushing sharp teeth against delicate skin. Never enough to break, but enough to thrill. She needed more.

Pulling back, she tore her shirt off, barely undoing the laces, dropped her kilt, letting her cock spring free, bobbing in the cold air of the bathroom. Next, she took a claw and neatly cut Rosalyn out of her top, pulling the pieces off with her teeth as she worked on the next. Soon she had her onyx skinned girlfriend laid bare, panting on the smooth stone of the bathroom floor.

“Fuck, lambchop,” Ann cooed, admiring her quarry. “You look delicious.”

Ann leaned down, forcing Rosalyn’s legs apart, and buried her face between Rosalyn’s legs. Immediately the heady scent of the Ovine’s sex overwhelmed her, chasing any other thought from her mind but digging her tongue in as far as she could reach. A loud, shaking moan filled her ears as she began to suck and lick. She traced the outline of Rosalyn’s labia with the tip of her tongue before flattening it against her clit. Slowly from there, she slipped it down and into the woman’s folds.

The moans and legs wrapping around her head made her head swim more than it already was. This was it. This was perfection. More. She needed more. Greedily, she dug deeper, searching for every spot that made Rosalyn twitch in pleasure.

As she did, she felt hands caress her ass, and a moan escaped her throat into Rosalyn’s core, sending them both further into their lust stricken daze.

“Startin’ without me? Naughty wolf,” Kat whispered as she leaned over Ann’s back. “Been treatin’ the girl nicely?”

Ann nodded, not moving her head. She felt a hand wrap around her cock, and she instinctively raised her hips, pushing her own face deeper into Rosalyn’s folds. Rosalyn wrapped her legs around her head, and Ann could feel the woman getting close.

“Well, then ye deserve tae feel good too, right?” the wonderful seductress behind her whispered. She began rapidly stroking Ann’s already drooling cock, then Ann felt a tongue enter her pussy.

She melted, keeping up her best efforts to drive Rosalyn over that wall.

“Yes, yes!” Rosalyn gasped, finally breaking her silence. “Just, right there. Right there! Don’t stop, I’m… I’m… cumming!” she cried as her legs flexed.

Ann swam in the bliss of getting her girlfriend off, trapped between plushy thighs. Kat didn’t let up. Hells, she went faster. Between the euphoria of Rosalyn’s orgasm and the pressure behind her, Ann felt her own legs clench, pussy contracting over Kat’s tongue, and cock throbbing as she shot her first load onto the floor beneath her.

She stayed there, smothered, cumming, hips bucking into Kat’s hand, pussy gushing over her hand. After a moment, she felt her muscles relax, Rosalyn’s own orgasm subsiding, and the hunger returning.

She pulled back, saw Rosalyn slumped with a sloppy grin. She’d get back to her. There was another woman she owed a good fucking.

The naked, muscular body of the goddess behind her took Ann’s breath away. She giggled and activated Burst of Speed. Faster than Kat could react, she was behind the ripped beauty, kissing her neck, and running her hands over her back, then she was in front, kissing her lips, then she was between her legs, kissing her lower stomach, then she was back to her face, panting with the exertion the speed took.

“Gods,” Kat gasped. “Think I like that trick.”

“Well, I love you more,” Ann panted. “C’mon, up.”

Not even waiting for Kat to respond, she pulled the woman up, setting her up on a sink, and slapped her meaty cock between the woman’s legs. Kat’s eyes locked on to the member slowly sliding up and down on her stomach, breath short and fast. Arousal, desire, lust. All of it was there, and Ann needed to see it fulfilled.

She pulled her hips back, lining her engorged cock up against Kat’s dripping slit, feeling the barest hints of resistance as she pushed. Molten pleasure wrapped around her and she practically fell forward, sinking further and further into her woman. Her woman. Yes, she was hers, to love, to hold, to fuck wildly in the bathroom of a fight club.

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“Fuck babe, you always fit me perfectly,” Ann growled, thrusting again, feeling Kat stretch. The woman had gone nonverbal, jaw flexing open as she tried to adjust to the massive length in her. Ann just grinned and thrust again, feeling that hard wall of Kat’s cervix recede slightly as her cock adjusted to perfectly fit her woman. Growling, she put her hands on Kat’s shoulders and began thrusting in earnest.

Kat was gasping, moaning, her eyes flickering between raving lust, and blissed out. She was going mad and Ann needed her to go further. Needed to push her further, to feel the woman she loved collapse beneath the onslaught of her pleasure and give her everything as she gave it right back.

Ann reached up, hands clasping on either side of Kat’s neck, thumbs guiding her chin up to stare back at her as she frantically thrust harder and harder. She felt her pussy leaking down her thigh, her cock twitching, throbbing as Kat’s walls flexed around her. She felt her need, her rising desire to break further in. Ann needed to give Kat everything she had, and more and more.

A grunt, spasm, and contraction of her abs, and she tightened her grip on Kat’s throat, letting out a feral growl as she came deep inside her love. Kat gasped, eyes gone white as she came hard, clenching with a power only Kat was capable of. She was the perfect mate for Ann and Ann couldn’t help but relish in the feeling.

More. That ache in her loins demanded more. She felt amazing. Alive, and so fucking horny. She slipped out of Kat, a whimpering moan gracing her ears, as a shot of cum erupted from her still rock hard cock. She slapped it on Kat’s stomach and leaned in. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Turning, she found Rosalyn coming back to, unsteadily getting to her knees. “Oh, welcome back, lambchop,” Ann purred.

Rosalyn audibly gulped, eyes locking on the cock at about eye level. It was dripping heavily, with strands of both Kat and Ann’s cum. It was a mess, but it was theirs.

“Don’t think we’re done. You got off, but I want more, prey.”

“Prey?” Rosalyn squeaked, backing up to the wall as Ann stalked forward.

“Hmm, prey, mate. What’s the difference for us?” Ann whispered as she towered over the smaller woman. “I know you want more.” Ann extended her tongue, licking up Rosalyn’s breast, pausing to suckle on the nipple for a moment. “I can taste it.”

Rosalyn gasped, and a high pitched, almost strangled moan came from her lips.

Ann sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and patted her thigh right next to the full eleven inches of hard girlcock. “Sit,” she simply commanded.

Rosalyn looked at her, then at her cock, then back at her. Ann cocked an eyebrow, waiting. Slowly, step by step, she made her way over and lowered herself to sit in Ann’s lap, facing her, plush thighs wrapped around hard cock.

“Hmm, not what I was thinking, prey, but it’ll do,” Ann chuckled. She roughly grabbed Rosalyn’s hips and lifted her. Oh, those sweet, soft thighs, those delicate muscles underneath. Gods, they were heaven around her member as she bounced Rosalyn.

Soon, Rosalyn was moaning in her own right, grinding her hips to angle her pussy against the thick shaft so close, but just out of reach. Ann wanted to keep teasing her, keep the torture up. She slowed down the motions, letting Rosalyn desperately try to work for more. A slick pussy desperately grinding against her was getting her going.

A moan, and Rosalyn pulled back, unfolding her thighs and diving forward. Her mouth enveloped Ann’s cockhead instantly, and Ann felt the Ovine’s tongue swirling around, lapping up her copious pre.

Normally, she’d let Rosalyn do as she pleased, but she wanted more tonight. Needed more tonight. It was a night of celebration! Of victory. “I think it’s wet enough, lambchop,” Ann growled, grabbing Rosalyn’s horns and roughly pulling her back. “Can’t have you getting off just from that. No. More.”

Ann lifted the woman by the horns, Rosalyn struggling to stay upright, but not resisting as she was dragged. Slowly, Ann got her in position. She felt her cock line up with the sodden wetness of Rosalyn’s pussy, and then she pushed on those horns.

Rosalyn sank halfway down before she met her first hint of resistance. Both women sucked in a breath as they felt each other. The heat. The sticky, wet, tightness. It was too much, and Ann bucked hard, ramming another few inches into her mate. Ann threw her head back, sparks flying in her vision, just like Rosalyn was doing on her pole.

Oh fuck, she needed more, and she was going to get it tonight. Ann grabbed Rosalyn’s hips, causing the smaller woman to jump, and slowly dragged her down. She felt her cock changing, shifting to accommodate the smaller woman, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be hilt deep in the woman, to have her cock buried in sweet little Rosalyn and to make her scream with ecstasy. Finally, that sweet thump of Rosalyn’s weight landing on her thighs sang through her body.

Rocking her head forward, she found Rosalyn panting, looking up at her with those sweet, large hazel eyes. She fidgeted, squirming and causing Ann’s cock to jump inside her. The Druid’s eyes fluttered, but reopened. “Ann,” she whispered. “Please. Please fuck me. Don’t be gentle. Just fuck me.”

Ann felt a thrill. Had she really asked for that? She knew she had overloaded her lover in their past sessions, but she wanted that?

“Ann?” the sweet, melodious voice came again. “I don’t care. I don’t know if you can hear me. Or if you can think, but I want you to take me.”

Ann looked, some more rational part of her, desperately grabbing control for a brief moment, her vision clearing of the purple haze. “I will, love.” The purple was back. She was moving. She grabbed Rosalyn’s hips and roughly began thrusting into her. A wild moan from the Druid accompanied each wet smack of pussy hitting her base, and Ann drank in the experience.

Rosalyn looked beautiful like this. Riding. Her white woolen hair wild against her pitch black skin. The sheen of sweat reflecting the dim lighting of the bathroom as they rutted into each other. But Rosalyn had wanted rough. Ann could give her rough.

Taking her by the hips, Ann spun Rosalyn as she bounced the curvy woman. Once Rosalyn’s back was to her, she pitched them both forward, putting Rosalyn on all fours. Ann growled as she loomed over the Druid, not stopping her thrusting for a moment.

Rosalyn moaned even louder, her pussy tightening as she was taken. Driven by instinct, Ann leant down and bit her shoulder. Gently. Then, when a gasp that sent several clenches down Ann’s length sounded, she bit harder, then broke skin. Rosalyn cried out and came. Her pussy fluttered, her muscles tensed, and she quaked over Ann’s length.

Ann wasn’t far behind, and a few more thrusts had her emptying her load deep into the Druid. Gods, she loved her. More than anything besides Kat. They were a trio, after all. All three of them were mates. Made for each other.

Finally, Ann’s orgasm subsided, but her cock was still hard. She still wanted more. This desire was overwhelming and she couldn’t hold herself back. It was too much. Briefly, she considered fucking another massive load into Rosalyn. She’d look cute, all bloated with cum, but the hand that fell on her shoulder had other ideas.