doggy, not Anna's ear.
"Focus, dog!" - very close and loudly growled in my head. “Be patient and wait, we have unforeseen problems! Something is stopping me, some kind of amulet! ”- and the voice was gone, flying into the depths of my consciousness.
I focused. I very carefully, slowly and skillfully began to masturbate a member of the lion, gently touching the pads of the second paw of his head. Rivus purred loudly, fidgeting on the bed. Gods are righteous, I will not tell the details of this task to anyone. I will kill anyone who finds out about it. I...
I felt something in my lower abdomen. It was warm there, and with every movement of my paws everything is getting warmer. I felt something that I had not “listened to” earlier - the wet lips of the feline ... of its bosom, which swelled and became too sensitive to the sight of a solid lion's stem. Gods are righteous, that was nice. Suddenly, I realized that Anna tilts her muzzle to the trunk so lovingly rubbed. I almost lost my concentration again. Why? Why Arvur does not interrupt everything, because now we can not do anything? ..
My lips opened at the very tip of the pink cap, and the rough tongue licked the tender flesh. No, I can no longer, I have no right to think on my own behalf. I'll be cold. This is just a task. I will kill this creature soon, as soon as the master has coped with the problem. I ... took the lion's cock in my mouth, shallowly and began to suck it, carefully pressing my tongue against the sensitive bulge of the bridle.
Rivus purred like a tractor, clutching at the sheets. Anna and I raised our eyes, looking at his full bliss face, and I understood something. Black amulet on his chest. Damned black amulet. Damn my paw, which slipped into my pants and unceremoniously dug into the swollen bud of the gap, began to quickly pull and disturb everything there. I began to lose concentration from the surging wave of pleasure. This lousy cat was a sophisticated craftswoman - my head walked with a shake, sucking the trembling member of a lion, and my fingers went into me, furiously rubbing, torturing, shaking inside the body. Inside For me, a male dog, accustomed to investing his own pendent member in the womb of a female, this was new, uncharted and inexpressible in words. Anna's fingers fucked my flesh and I felt them on the inner wall of my bosom.
Finally the sweet flour is over. Anna released the male organ being tortured and jumped onto her bed with her knees, hastily pulling off her panties. And now I did not panic, did not rest, did not curse the fox. I wished to cover the brilliant Rivus baton swaying from side to side. We saddled the fighting cat and, burning with desire, sent the paw a member of the lion with his paw. It was like a wave of sweet flame that ignites inside. I felt the walls of my bosom stretch, gratefully accepting the male member and began to jump in the primitive dance, losing my head. Interestingly, I did not lose my magical concentration. Rather, I began to lose something else. Yourself, your identity. I jumped on the lion's cock, feeling the approach of something incredibly sweet and hot. Rivus opened his eyes and looked into mine. He was already growling.
I growled. I growled.
The peak of pleasure came with a crazy wave that made my whole body tremble, from ear to tail. It was deafening, all-consuming, unbearable. The muscles of the vagina huddled in a convulsive pace, and I fell on the lion's chest, not even realizing that at the moment he was issuing a powerful bestial roar, filling me with his hot seed from the inside.
“Aaaaaarrrhhh ... That's it. Is done. Tear the amulet! ”Snarled in my head. Who is it? What does he want from me?
Why does the voice of an unknown male speak in my thoughts, floating with pleasure? ...
- O. Rivus! I adore you, my beast - I gently purred, hugging my master's wide chest, without releasing his pulsating organ from the hot wet captivity of my body.

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Somewhere far away from these exciting events, in a dark cell of the secret bastion of the Detachment of Sneak, one frightened cat lay chained to a wooden table. It was clearly a terrible dream, because she felt like a dog, besides a rounded leather pouch hung in her groin with a heavy unusual weight.
Nearby, in a blue magical light, the old fox in the hood was laughing loudly and uncontrollably, periodically bending from coughing fits.