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Adiane tightened her legs around him impatiently. Viral seemed to get the picture, and he snuffled against her cunt, still mewling. As Cytomander continued to push against him, his muffled cries began to change pitch. The avian general straightened himself, rolling his hips luxuriously. The beastman under him had been almost painfully tight, but as Viral relaxed, the pressure became manageable; Cytomander relished each stroke, withdrawing almost completely before sliding in deep.
The young beastman allowed himself to move with Cytomander, unable to stop. It still hurt, but, somehow, he had to have more. He labored for breath. His whole body was on fire, rocking back and forth with a strange need. Ticklish flames ran over his spine, curled around his stomach and cock, and around Cytomander inside him. Viral groaned in pain or pleasure, he wasn't sure. He felt clammy and weak, but he was surprised to find his mouth moving, nuzzling against Adiane as he moaned. Huh, uh, ngh, nuh.
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