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Andres's First Night

Fernanda had never been this nervous about a knock at the door. She stood in the hallway of the small ranch house at twenty-eight years old, tugging the hem of a thin silk robe, while her husband Stefan, thirty-two, stood beside her with one broad hand settled firm on the small of her back. The hand did not move. That was Stefan's way. His hand on her meant the decision was made, the plan was set, and all she had to do was follow him into it. The knock came again, heavier this time, three slow thumps that made the doorframe tremble.

- Open it, Fernanda, — Stefan said, his voice low and even.

She opened it. The man on the porch was enormous. Andres had to duck his head to fit under the frame, and he did it with an easy, practiced grace that said he had ducked under a thousand frames before. He was thirty years old, fully grown, a man in every way that mattered, and yet there was no mistaking what he was. Thick tawny fur ran down his forearms and the backs of his hands. A pair of upright canine ears rose from his dark hair, turning toward the sound of the door's hinges. Behind him a long, heavy tail swung slow and wide with an excitement he made no effort to hide. His face was a man's face, strong jaw and kind brown eyes, but his nose was broader, wetter, twitching as it caught the scents coming off the house. He wore only a pair of worn jeans and nothing else, and it was already obvious that the jeans were a courtesy that would not last the night.

- Come in, Andres, — Stefan said. — You know why you're here.

- Yes, sir, — Andres answered, and his voice was a deep rumble with a growl threaded through it. He stepped inside, and the tail swung harder. — I won't waste your time. I want her, and I want what you told me she wants.

Fernanda's mouth had gone dry. She had heard the stories from Stefan, the things men said about dog-shifters in low voices, and she had spent a week telling herself they were exaggerations. Now Andres stood in her hallway and every rumor looked like an understatement. His hands were huge. His chest was a wall of fur-dusted muscle. And through the denim she could see the unmistakable thick shape of him, long and heavy, already half hard from the smell of her.

- Fernanda, — Stefan said, and his fingers tightened at her back. — The robe comes off. Now.

She untied the belt with hands that shook, and let the silk fall to the floor. She wore nothing under it. That had been Stefan's instruction an hour ago, and she had obeyed the way she always obeyed him. Naked, she felt Andres's eyes move over her, and she heard the sound that came out of his chest, a deep rising whine of hunger that made heat roll through her belly.

- Look at her, Andres, — Stefan said. — She's yours tonight, but only through me. Every touch, every thrust, you check with me first. You understand?

- I understand, — Andres growled, and his tail thumped hard against the doorframe.

- Then get on your knees.

Andres dropped to his knees in front of Fernanda without a moment's hesitation. The hallway rug was thin, but he did not seem to notice. He looked up at her, and at Stefan behind her, waiting for the next order. Stefan's hand slid from her back to grip the back of her neck, holding her still, and Fernanda felt her whole body go liquid with the familiar certainty that she was owned, directed, and about to be taken apart.

- Taste her, — Stefan said. — Taste my wife's pussy and tell me if she's wet enough for what's coming.

Andres leaned in, and his broad nose pressed into the seam of Fernanda's sex. He inhaled deeply, and a shudder ran through his whole massive frame. Then his tongue came out, and it was nothing like a man's tongue. It was long and wide and hot, and when it slid up the length of her slit from her hole to her clit, Fernanda's knees buckled so hard that Stefan had to hold her upright by the neck.

- Oh fuck, — she gasped.

- Quiet, — Stefan said. — You stay still and you take it. Keep licking, Andres.

Andres lapped at her with long, slow strokes, his tongue sweeping through her folds, circling her clit, dipping into her opening. He was methodical and thorough, a creature built for tasting, and Fernanda's pussy responded with a flood of slick that ran down her thighs. She could hear the wet sounds of his mouth on her, loud and obscene in the quiet hallway, and every lick sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine.

- She's soaked, sir, — Andres rumbled against her flesh, his breath hot on her clit. — Sweetest thing I ever tasted.

- I know, — Stefan said. — Now strip. I want to see all of you.

Andres stood, and his hands went to his belt. The jeans came down, and Fernanda's breath stopped. His cock sprang free, and it was the biggest thing she had ever seen on a living creature. It was thick, impossibly thick, the shaft a deep red that darkened toward the head, and it was already leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum that dripped off the heavy tip onto the rug. At the base, she could see the swelling already beginning, the knot, a bulge of flesh that would grow enormous inside her if Stefan allowed it. His balls hung heavy and full beneath, swinging with every movement of his tail.

- Jesus, — Fernanda whispered.

- Language, — Stefan said mildly, but his hand stroked the back of her neck, approving. He looked at Andres's cock with the calm assessment of a man who had planned this for weeks. — That's what I brought you for. Now, Fernanda, on your knees in front of him. You're going to taste him first.

Fernanda sank to her knees, and Andres's cock was right at her eye level, swaying heavy and dripping. She opened her mouth and took the broad head onto her tongue. The taste of his pre-cum hit her, salty and musky and wild, and she moaned around the head. She licked around the flared rim, swirled her tongue through the slit, and took more of him in, inch by impossible inch, until her lips were stretched wide around his girth and she was gagging.

- That's it, — Stefan growled, and he stepped beside them, stroking himself through his own open fly. He had freed his own hard cock, thick and long and fully erect, and Fernanda could see the veins standing out along it. — Deepthroat him, Fernanda. Show Andres what a good submissive wife does.

She worked her throat open and pushed forward, taking Andres's cock deeper until her nose pressed into the fur at his base and she was choking around him. Andres's hands hovered in the air, trembling with the effort of not grabbing her head, and Fernanda could feel the cock throbbing in her throat, pulsing with his heartbeat. She swallowed around him, and he let out a long, shuddering groan.

- Sir, — Andres gasped, — I need, I need to—

- Not yet, — Stefan cut in. — Fernanda, look at me.

She looked up at him, Andres's cock still buried in her throat, tears in her eyes from the stretch.

- Now you're going to take care of me too, — Stefan said. — Andres's going to hold still, and you're going to switch between us. Every time I tap your shoulder, you switch. Understand?

She nodded as best she could with a mouthful of cock, and Stefan's hand came down on her shoulder. She pulled off Andres with a wet pop, gasping for air, and turned to Stefan. She took his cock into her mouth, and it was a relief and a torment at once, smaller than Andres's but still thick, and she knew every inch of it from years of marriage. She sucked him deep, her tongue working the underside, and Stefan's hand tangled in her hair, holding her head steady.

- Good girl, — he murmured. — Switch.

Back to Andres. His cock was even harder now, the head swollen and purple-red, dripping steadily. She took it as deep as she could, her throat convulsing around him, drool running down her chin. Stefan's hand on her shoulder again. Back to Stefan. She lost count of the switches, lost track of whose cock was in her mouth, and all she knew was the rhythm of obedience, the taste of two different men, the sounds they made above her.

- Enough, — Stefan said finally, and he pulled her up by the hair, not roughly, but with absolute authority. — Bedroom. Both of you. Andres, you carry her.

Andres scooped Fernanda up as if she weighed nothing, one arm under her knees and one behind her back, and carried her down the hall. His fur was warm against her bare skin, and his cock, still rock hard, pressed against her hip with every step. Stefan walked behind them, and Fernanda could feel his eyes on her the whole way.

In the bedroom, Andres set her gently on the bed, and Stefan pointed at the floor.

- Andres, on the bed, on your back. Fernanda, you're going to ride his face while I get you ready for him.

Andres stretched out on the mattress, his huge body taking up most of the bed, his cock standing straight up from his belly like a redwood. Fernanda straddled his face, and the moment her pussy came down over his mouth, his tongue was inside her, licking deep into her channel, lapping up her juices with loud, greedy sounds. His nose pressed into her clit, and she cried out, grinding down on his face.

- Ride him, — Stefan ordered, and he knelt behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. — I'm going to stretch you with my fingers first. Andres's too big for you dry.

Fernanda felt Stefan's slick finger circle her asshole, then push inside, and she moaned around nothing, her mouth open and empty. He worked a second finger in beside the first, stretching her, scissoring them, and then a third. His fingers fucked her ass with slow, deliberate strokes while Andres's tongue fucked her pussy from below, and Fernanda was caught between the two of them, shaking, sobbing with pleasure.

- Please, — she whimpered.

- Please what? — Stefan asked.

- Please let him fuck me, — she begged. — Please, Stefan, I need it.

Stefan was quiet for a moment, and Fernanda could feel the weight of his decision. Then his fingers slid out of her ass, and he said:

- Andres, roll over. Fernanda, get on all fours.

They moved, and Fernanda found herself on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Andres knelt behind her, his cock bobbing heavy between them, and Stefan stood beside the bed where he could see everything, his hand on his own cock, stroking slowly.

- Andres, — Stefan said, — you're going to fuck my wife now. Slow at first. I want to watch every inch go in. If she says the word, you stop.

- What word? — Andres asked, his voice thick.

- She won't say it, — Stefan said, and his eyes met Fernanda's. — Will you, Fernanda?

- No, — she whispered. — No, I won't.

Andres pressed the broad head of his cock against her entrance, and Fernanda felt the pressure, the impossible width of him. He pushed forward, and her pussy stretched, stretched, stretched around him, and she screamed into the mattress.

- Breathe, — Stefan said, his hand on her back, holding her down. — Take him, Fernanda. Take all of him.

Andres sank in another inch, and another, and Fernanda's whole body shook with the stretch. Her pussy was being opened wider than it had ever been opened, and the burn was exquisite, a pain that melted into pleasure with every heartbeat. Andres's cock was so thick that she could feel every vein, every ridge, and when he was finally buried to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her clit, she thought she might pass out.

- Fuck, — Andres groaned, — she's so tight, sir, she's squeezing me so hard—

- Move, — Stefan said. — Slow. Pull out halfway and push back in.

Andres began to thrust, and Fernanda's world narrowed to the sensation of that massive cock sliding in and out of her stretched pussy. Each stroke dragged along her walls, pulled her open, filled her to bursting. Her juices ran down her thighs and onto the sheets. Andres's thrusts grew faster, harder, and the bed began to shake with the force of him.

- Harder, — Stefan said, and Andres obeyed, slamming into her with his full weight. Fernanda screamed, and her orgasm hit her like a wave, her pussy clamping down on Andres's cock, milking it, and she felt him swell inside her, the knot beginning to grow.

- Sir, — Andres panted, — I'm going to knot, I can't stop it—

- Let it happen, — Stefan said, and his voice was dark with satisfaction. — Knot my wife, Andres. Lock yourself inside her.

The knot swelled, and Fernanda felt it, a hard bulge at the base of his cock catching on her entrance, stretching her wider and wider until with a final push it popped through and locked inside her. She screamed, a sound torn from her throat, as the knot filled her, huge and hard, and Andres's cock pulsed and began to pump his cum deep into her in thick, hot jets.

- Hold her, — Stefan said, and he climbed onto the bed behind them. — You're stuck now, both of you. And I'm not done with her.

While Andres's knot held them locked together, his cock still twitching and spurting inside Fernanda's stuffed pussy, Stefan positioned himself behind her. Fernanda was bent over Andres's lap, her ass in the air, and Stefan spread her cheeks and pressed his own cock against her asshole.

- Stefan, — she gasped, — I'm so full, I can't—

- You can, — he said, and he pushed in. His cock slid into her ass, stretching her other hole, and Fernanda was filled in both holes at once, Andres's knotted cock in her pussy and Stefan's thick cock in her ass, and she had never felt so full, so owned, so completely taken.

- Oh god, oh god, — she sobbed.

- That's it, — Stefan growled, and he began to thrust into her ass, slow and deep, while Andres's knot throbbed inside her pussy. — You're ours tonight, Fernanda. Mine and Andres's. You're going to take everything we give you.

Stefan fucked her ass with long, powerful strokes, and every thrust pushed her forward onto Andres's knot, grinding it against her deepest spots. Andres's hands held her hips, keeping her in place, and his tail thumped against the mattress. Fernanda's second orgasm built and built, and when it broke, she screamed so loud she was sure the neighbors heard, her whole body convulsing around both cocks.

Stefan came with a roar, pumping his cum deep into her ass, his cock throbbing and pulsing, and he held himself buried inside her until the last spurt. They stayed like that, locked together, Andres's knot still swollen inside Fernanda's pussy, Stefan's softening cock still in her ass, and Fernanda lay between them, panting, dripping, utterly spent.

- Stay, — Stefan said to Andres, when the knot finally began to shrink and Andres slipped free with a wet sound and a gush of cum. — You're sleeping here tonight. In our bed.

Andres's tail wagged so hard the bed shook, and he curled his huge body around Fernanda, his fur warm and soft against her skin. Stefan lay on her other side, his arm across both of them, his hand resting possessively on her hip. Fernanda fell asleep between her husband and the dog-shifter, sore and stretched and filled with cum, and it was the best sleep she had had in months.

In the morning, Andres was still there, and Stefan looked at Fernanda over the shifter's sleeping bulk and said:

- Again tonight?

Fernanda smiled, sore and happy, and said:

- Yes.

That night, Stefan wasted no time on preliminaries. He stripped Fernanda in the living room, bent her over the arm of the couch, and pushed two fingers deep into her still-tender pussy while Andres watched from the doorway, his tail swinging, his cock already hard and leaking.

- Watch her take my fingers, — Stefan told Andres. — Watch how wet she gets for me. Then you're going to lick her clean.

Stefan finger-fucked Fernanda hard and fast, his thumb grinding her clit, until she came with a cry, her pussy gushing around his fingers. Then he stepped back and Andres was on her in an instant, his long tongue lapping up every drop, cleaning her folds, sucking her clit until she came again, harder, her thighs shaking.

After that, Stefan took her on the living room rug, fucking her missionary with deep, possessive strokes while Andres knelt beside them and licked Stefan's balls with every thrust, his hot tongue flicking and swirling. Fernanda wrapped her legs around Stefan's waist and pulled him deeper, and Andres's tongue on his sac drove Stefan wild, his thrusts turning rough and frantic until he buried himself in her and came, groaning her name.

When Stefan rolled off, spent, Andres took his place between Fernanda's legs without being asked, because Stefan gave a single nod, and Andres's huge cock slid into her cum-filled pussy with one smooth push. He fucked her slow and deep while Stefan watched, stroking himself back to hardness, and Fernanda came three more times on Andres's cock before the shifter finally knotted her again and filled her with a second load of thick, hot cum.

They fell asleep on the rug in a tangle of limbs and fur, and Fernanda woke in the night to find Stefan's hand on her breast and Andres's tongue lazily licking her pussy in his sleep, and she smiled in the dark. This was her life now. This was what she had asked for. And she would never ask for anything else.

Barn Heat

The barn smelled of hay and heat and horses, and Elisa was twenty-eight years old and already wet before Beau even touched her. It was late August, the air thick and heavy, and Beau was thirty-two, shirtless and sweating, his muscles gleaming in the shafts of sunlight coming through the barn slats. Oscar was thirty, in his full shifter form's glory, fur damp with heat, his tail swinging, his cock already half hard and swinging heavy between his legs.

- Take your clothes off, Elisa, — Beau said. His voice echoed in the barn. — All of them. Now.

Elisa stripped, her dress falling to the hay-strewn floor, her underwear following. She stood naked in the barn, her skin already slick with sweat, and Beau looked her over, his eyes dark.

- On the hay bale, — he ordered, pointing to a large round bale. — On your hands and knees. Ass up.

She climbed onto the hay bale, the straw prickling her knees, and presented herself. Oscar moved behind her immediately, his nose pressing into her pussy, inhaling deeply. He groaned, a deep rumble, and his tongue came out, licking a broad stripe through her folds.

- Lark, — Elisa gasped, — his tongue—

- Quiet, — Beau said, but he was smiling. He stood in front of her, his jeans open, his cock hard and throbbing. — Suck me while he eats you. That's an order.

Elisa opened her mouth, and Beau fed her his cock, pushing deep into her throat. Behind her, Oscar's tongue worked her pussy, licking and sucking, his nose bumping her clit. The hay bale rocked with their movements, straw falling around them.

- Deeper, — Beau growled, his hand on the back of her head. — Take it all, Elisa.

She took him deeper, her throat convulsing, while Oscar's tongue fucked her pussy. She could feel his teeth grazing her inner thighs, gentle, careful, and his tongue was relentless, lapping up her juices.

- Good, — Beau said. — Oscar, mount her. Lark her hard. I want to hear her scream around my dick.

Oscar positioned himself behind her, his huge cock pressing against her entrance. Elisa moaned around Beau's shaft as Oscar pushed in, the thick cock stretching her pussy wide. He did not go slow. Beau had ordered hard, and Oscar obeyed, slamming into her with his full weight.

- Lark, — Elisa screamed around Beau's cock, the vibrations making him groan.

- That's it, — Beau growled. — Take his cock, Elisa. Take it hard.

Oscar pounded her, his hips slapping against her ass, his balls swinging. The hay bale shook, straw flying. Elisa's pussy was stretched wide around his thick shaft, her juices running down her thighs. Beau fucked her mouth in rhythm, his cock driving deep into her throat.

- I'm going to come, — Beau gasped, and he held her head down, his cock pulsing in her throat, his cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed, choking slightly, and Oscar kept pounding her pussy, relentless.

Beau pulled out, and Elisa gasped for air, drool running down her chin. Oscar grabbed her hips, his claws pricking her skin, and he fucked her harder, his thrusts brutal and deep.

- Please, — Elisa begged, — please, Oscar, please—

- Beg louder, — Beau said, and he moved behind Oscar, his hands on the shifter's shoulders. — She wants it harder, Oscar. Give it to her.

Oscar slammed into her, his cock driving so deep Elisa thought it would split her. She screamed, her orgasm tearing through her, her pussy clamping down on his thick shaft. Oscar groaned, his hips jerking, and she felt the knot begin to swell.

- Knot her, — Beau ordered. — Knot her in the barn. I want her stuck on your cock in the hay.

The knot swelled, and Elisa felt it lock, felt herself sealed on Oscar's cock. She howled, her body jerking, as Oscar's cum erupted inside her, jet after jet, trapped by the knot. The hay bale was shaking, straw everywhere, and Elisa was locked, filled, owned.

- Stay, — Beau said, and he lay down in the hay beside them, his hand on Elisa's back. — You're stuck, baby. You're his until that knot goes down.

They stayed like that, Oscar's knot holding them together in the barn, the heat pressing down, sweat running off their bodies. Elisa drifted, her pussy throbbing around the knot, Oscar's cock still pulsing inside her.

When the knot finally released, there was a gush of cum, soaking the hay. Oscar slipped free, and Elisa collapsed onto the bale, her pussy gaping, dripping. Beau pulled her into the hay, and they lay together, Oscar curling around them, his fur warm.

- Again? — Oscar asked, his tail wagging, sending straw flying.

Beau laughed.

- Give her a minute, — he said. — Then we'll take her in the loft.

They rested, and then Beau carried Elisa up the ladder to the hayloft. The air was even hotter up there, thick with the smell of hay. Beau laid her on a pile of loose hay, and Oscar climbed up after them.

- On your back, — Beau said. — Legs spread. Oscar's going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck your mouth. And this time, we're not stopping until you beg.

Oscar mounted her, his cock sliding into her cum-filled pussy with ease. Beau knelt at her head, his cock already hard again, and fed it to her. They fucked her in rhythm, Oscar's thrusts deep and hard, Beau's cock in her throat.

Elisa's orgasms came fast, her body still sensitive from the knot. She screamed around Beau's cock, her pussy milking Oscar's shaft. The hay stuck to her sweaty skin, prickling, and the heat made everything more intense.

- Lark, — Beau groaned, — she's so tight, even after the knot—

- She's perfect, — Oscar rumbled, his thrusts never slowing. — So perfect, sir.

Beau came in her mouth, his second release, and she swallowed, exhausted. Oscar kept fucking her, his hips pounding, and Elisa felt the knot beginning to swell again.

- Knot me, — she begged, pulling off Beau's cock. — Please, knot me again—

Oscar obeyed, his knot swelling and locking, and Elisa screamed as it sealed. His cum flooded her, trapped, and she came with him, her body convulsing in the hay.

Beau watched, stroking himself, and when Oscar's knot was locked tight, Beau pushed Elisa onto her side, and slipped his cock into her ass.

- Oh god, — she sobbed, — I'm knotted and you're in my ass—

- That's right, — Beau growled, and he fucked her ass slowly, savoring it. — You're stuffed full, Elisa. Knotted in your pussy, my cock in your ass. You're ours.

He fucked her ass while Oscar's knot held, the three of them joined in the hayloft, sweat and cum and straw everywhere. Elisa came again and again, her body pushed past every limit, and Beau came in her ass with a roar, his cock pulsing.

They stayed locked until the knot released, and then they lay in the hay, tangled and spent. Oscar's tail thumped against the wooden floor, and Beau's arm was around Elisa, and she smiled, straw in her hair, cum drying on her thighs.

- Best barn ever, — she whispered.

Beau laughed, and Oscar licked her face, and Elisa closed her eyes, happy. The barn heat had claimed them all, and she would never forget it.

Later, as the sun set, Beau took her against the barn wall, standing up. He lifted her, her legs around his waist, and pushed his cock into her pussy, fucking her hard against the rough wood. Oscar knelt behind Beau, his tongue licking Beau's ass, his hands on Beau's hips, pushing him deeper into Elisa.

- Lark, — Beau groaned, — Oscar, fuck—

Elisa wrapped her arms around Beau's neck, her breasts pressed to his chest, while Oscar's tongue worked him from behind. Beau's thrusts grew frantic, and Elisa came, her pussy clenching around him, and Beau came with her, his release flooding her.

Oscar stood, and Beau turned Elisa around, bending her over a sawhorse. Oscar mounted her from behind, his cock driving deep, while Beau stood in front, his cock in her mouth. They used her together, rough and primal, the barn echoing with their sounds.

- Knot her, — Beau ordered, his voice raw. — One more knot. Knot her against the wall.

Oscar pushed her against the barn wall, his cock deep inside her, and the knot swelled and locked. Elisa screamed, her hands clawing at the wood, as Oscar's cum flooded her. Beau came in her mouth at the same time, and she swallowed, choking, her body shaking.

They stayed locked against the wall, the sun setting through the slats, painting them gold. When the knot released, Elisa slid down the wall, her legs giving out, and Beau caught her, and Oscar curled around them both.

- Mine, — Beau said. — Ours.

Elisa nodded, too spent to speak, and Oscar's tail wagged, and the barn was quiet except for their breathing. The heat, the hay, the primal taking. Barn heat. That was what it was. And Elisa, twenty-eight years old, taken by both her men in the barn, was exactly where she belonged.

Night fell, and the barn grew dark, but Beau was not done. He lit a lantern, and the warm light filled the barn, casting shadows on the walls. Elisa was still naked, still sticky, and Beau looked at her with hunger.

- Tack room, — he said. — Now.

Elisa walked to the small tack room, her legs shaking, and Beau followed, Oscar behind them. The room was small, smelling of leather and oil, saddles lined up on racks. Beau pushed Elisa against the wall, and kissed her hard, his hands rough on her body.

- Oscar, — Beau said, — hold her. I'm going to fuck her hard.

Oscar held Elisa from behind, his big arms around her, his cock pressing against her back, while Beau pushed into her pussy from the front. Elisa was sandwiched between them, Beau's cock driving deep, Oscar's hands on her breasts.

- Lark, — she gasped, — so rough—

- You wanted rough, — Beau growled, and he slammed into her, his hips pounding. — You wanted primal. This is primal, Elisa.

Oscar's mouth was on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, not breaking it, just threatening. His cock rubbed against her back, leaking pre-cum. Beau fucked her harder, the wall shaking, saddles rattling on their racks.

- Please, — Elisa begged, — harder, please—

Beau gave her harder, his thrusts brutal, and Elisa came, her pussy clenching around him. He did not stop. He kept fucking her, kept pounding, and she came again, her screams echoing in the small room.

- Oscar, — Beau said, — your turn. Lark her against the saddles.

Oscar turned Elisa around, bent her over a saddle rack, and mounted her from behind. His huge cock drove into her pussy, and Elisa screamed, the stretch intense. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming, the saddle rack shaking.

- Yes, — she sobbed, — yes, Oscar, fuck me hard—

Beau stood in front of her, his cock at her lips, and she took him in, sucking hard while Oscar pounded her from behind. The three of them moved together, rough and primal, the tack room filled with their sounds.

- Knot her, — Beau ordered. — Knot her in the tack room.

Oscar's knot swelled and locked, and Elisa howled around Beau's cock as it sealed. Oscar's cum erupted, trapped, and Elisa came with him, her body convulsing. Beau came in her mouth, and she swallowed, choking.

They stayed locked in the tack room, the lantern flickering, until the knot released. Then Beau carried Elisa back to the main barn, and laid her in a fresh pile of hay.

- Rest, — he said. — Just for a minute. Then we're going again.

Elisa rested, her body humming, and Oscar lay beside her, his tongue licking her pussy gently, cleaning her. Beau watched, his cock already hardening again.

- Oscar, — Beau said, — eat her until she begs. Then fuck her.

Oscar's tongue went to work, and Elisa moaned, her pussy still sensitive. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, and she came softly, her body shivering. Then he mounted her, his cock sliding in, and he fucked her slow and deep, savoring it.

Beau joined them, his cock in Elisa's mouth, and they moved together, slower now, but no less intense. Elisa's orgasms built slowly, rolling through her like waves. Oscar's thrusts were deep, hitting her deepest spots, and Beau's cock in her throat made her gag sweetly.

- Come for us, — Beau said. — Come now.

Elisa came, her pussy pulsing around Oscar's cock, and Oscar came with her, his release flooding her, no knot this time, just cum, hot and thick. Beau came in her mouth, and she swallowed, exhausted.

They lay in the hay, the lantern burning low, and Elisa felt Oscar's knot-free cock softening inside her, Beau's arm around her. She was covered in hay, sweat, and cum, and she had never been happier.

- One more, — Beau whispered. — One more knot. Then we sleep in the barn.

Oscar's cock hardened again inside her, and Elisa moaned. He began to thrust, slow and deep, and Beau's hand found her clit, circling it. Elisa's final orgasm built, and Oscar's knot swelled, and locked, and she screamed as it sealed.

- Yes, — Beau growled. — Knotted in the barn. Perfect.

Oscar's cum flooded her, trapped by the knot, and Elisa came, her body giving everything it had left. Beau kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

They stayed locked in the hay as the lantern burned out, the barn dark around them. Elisa drifted, her pussy throbbing around the knot, Oscar's warmth against her, Beau's arm around them both.

When the knot released, they did not move. They slept in the hay, tangled together, and Elisa dreamed of the barn, of the heat, of being taken rough and primal by both her men. She woke at dawn, the sun streaming through the slats, Oscar's tongue on her pussy, Beau's hand on her breast.

- Morning, — Beau said, smiling.

- Morning, — Elisa whispered, and she moaned as Oscar's tongue found her clit.

They took her one last time in the morning light, Oscar's cock in her pussy, Beau's in her mouth, slow and sweet after the rough night. Elisa came gently, her body sated, and Oscar came inside her, and Beau came in her mouth, and they lay together as the barn woke around them.

Elisa looked at her two men, hay in their hair, sweat drying on their skin, and she smiled. Barn heat. Primal taking. Rough and wild and perfect. That was what the barn had given them. And she would carry it with her forever.

- I love you both, — she whispered.

- We know, — Beau said. — And we love you. Now let's go home and shower. You smell like a barn.

Elisa laughed, and Oscar's tail wagged, and Beau carried her out of the barn, into the morning sun. She was sore, sticky, and utterly satisfied. Barn heat had claimed her, and she had loved every moment.

The shower at home was a continuation, not an ending. Beau washed Elisa with his hands, soap slick on her sore body, and Oscar stood under the spray with them, his fur plastered down, looking smaller and somehow more vulnerable. Elisa laughed and lathered his chest, her fingers digging into the wet fur, and Oscar rumbled with pleasure, his tail thumping against the tile.

- Turn around, — Beau told her, and she obeyed, bracing her hands on the tile. He pushed into her pussy from behind, slow and deep, the hot water running over them both. Oscar knelt in front of her, his tongue finding her clit, licking in rhythm with Beau's thrusts.

Elisa came standing up, her knees buckling, held upright by Beau's hands on her hips and Oscar's shoulders under her hands. Beau came inside her with a groan, his forehead pressed to her wet shoulder, and ...