The matriarch would have him wherever she pleased too and Ropes could only obey her, pulling over with a moan on his lips and darting into what seemed to be some kind of grassy area with her: a park. There were trees, however, to cover their tryst, and he lunged into the cool shade of them, damp leaves softening underfoot, their shoes more than enough to protect their paws in that case. With his lover pressed up to a tree, he fucked her raw, swapping between her pussy and her tail hole as if it was nothing at all. The demon's lips pulled back from his teeth as he snarled out loud, his need growing, wanting her even though he had already fed and taken his fill from her that day.
Whereas Holly's need had tempered, getting everything she needed now that Fyr was good and proper out of the picture, it was the demon who lusted for his matriarch more and more, growling deep in the back of his throat. Each stroke of his cock pounding into her fertile pussy made him want her all the more, his tentacles sweeping around to cradle the swell of her stomach tenderly. There was time for sweetness, of course, between them, but that did not stop the confused drumming of his mind, demonic powers flitting back and forth in the back of his mind.
What did he want? What did he need? For once in his life in the mortal realm, the demon had found himself without the need to have anything at all, a very strange thing indeed. Everything that he could have possibly have needed to feel full and satisfied was already right there before him, the skunk arching back at him, powerfully braced against the rough bark of the tree as if it was nothing at all. His tentacles wondrously traced down her arms, feeling out the new muscle that had grown there without detracting at all from her feminine figure. Why, she even looked more enticing than before in her softening winter garb, her coat of fur thickening, eyes dark and sultry that she moaned out his name.
"Ropes..."
The slap of his hips on her backside echoed through the field and they remembered, in unison, the time that they had gone out for a picnic in the cornfield in the middle of the night. That had not been all that long ago but the air had been warmer then, enough so that they could take it slowly and sweetly without caring for becoming cold. The hint of winter, however, was on the air right then and there and he had to keep thrusting, keeping his lover warm as his tentacles snaked around her tits, groping and squeezing.
Yet there was something different about her breasts, something wet seeping down his tentacles in a little trickle, though it felt warm too before it cooled.
He panted heavily, cooling down, emptying a load of cum into her, though the height of orgasm no longer was the pinnacle of their bodies coming together, as good as it made the two of them feel. The skunk's juices slopped messily down his shaft as he pulled out, leaving her pussy devout in a slick, gleaming cream-pie, his cum oozing out, yet he inspected his tentacles curiously. Just where had that wetness come from, shining in the light of the crescent moon?
"What's this?"
Holly chuckled throatily, flicking her tail up a little higher for him, ready again for another round.
"I wondered when you'd notice that, darling... I've started lactating. Early, yes, still got a few months of my belly growing to go, but I suppose it's just your effect on me..."
They didn't question why her breasts had begun lactating so quickly but Ropes' lips closed around each nipple in turn, the skunk's breath catching as she clung to his head.
"Oh, Ropes... Oh, so sensitive!"
She twitched and squirmed as if she could not bear it, licking her lips, twisting her head, doing absolutely everything at all that she could think of to bear through the sudden onslaught of sensation. Electric thrills shot through her straight from her nipples, far more than a mere erogenous zone but so sensitive and tantalising that she could not keep herself still. It was a strange sensation indeed to feel her milk being drawn from her with the slurp of his lips and the lap of her tongue, yet his swallowing aroused her further. A low growl built in her throat, the cougar's eyes flitting up to her as she unleashed it.
"Home. Now."
For what she longed for was the softness of home, the warmth of homely comforts in the house that she had made her own, her very own home. Everything bad that had come to be in her past no longer mattered when she let Ropes pick her up and pin her against the wall of the shower, water soaking their fur, wetting it down flat to their skin. His cock eased into her tail hole but she needed more than that, his tentacles around her breasts, the wall supporting her back with her legs around his waist. He didn't even need to hold her up in such a position, so close that all he needed to do was to take his pleasure from her, squeezing and manipulating her tits so that her milk leaked from them.
It took a little practice on his part but a demon would always be good at everything sexual and Ropes was no exception to the rule as he brought his wife -- the paperwork had all gone through at long last -- to orgasm over and over. Her pussy practically gushed, squirting as her body was forced into a high that she had not yet truly experienced, squealing and clinging to him, caught up in the moment. Yet it was the pleasure gleaned from her heavy, milk-laden, too sensitive breasts that sent her over the edge in such a tangible way, feeling every muscle in her body contracting, how her body desperately tried to escape it even as her mind leaned hungrily into it. What her mind wanted and what her body wanted were sometimes two opposing forces and yet that could not truly be helped as the skunk was forced, happily, through fiery climaxes, her veins laced with such heat that it was a wonder that she did not demand that the cougar turned the heat on the shower down.
But they needed to be in the shower for the milky trickles pouring from her tits, flowing down her body, though they were washed away before they had a chance to stain her fur, which was why they were taking that manner of pleasure in the shower. The bath too would be an option for such messier play if they didn't want to hire in a cleaning service again, preferring their privacy over paying to have their mess professionally cleaned up after the fact. And wasn't it better that they were left to their own private devices and no one had to worry about any mess at all as it swirled down the drain?
He did not linger in orgasm, cream filling her anal passage, slickening the path of his cock. It had been a while since they had actually had to use lube but it was always handy if they needed it, his tentacles slipping into her pussy, two taking turns pounding her, though they remained plugged into her sensitive entrance, ensuring that that part of her cunny was stretched at all times. Her nipples were so sensitive though that he could get her off repeatedly only by sucking on them, his muzzle dipping reverently to her breasts.
Ropes nuzzled between them with due reverence between sampling her sweet cream all over again, moaning around her flesh as the soft vibrations from his purring lips travelled into her body. Holly arched against him, tail twitching where it was pressed up even over her head, and he knew that she was in yet another climax, one blending so seamlessly into mere bliss and back again that it was impossible for even him to keep track. All the demon knew was that he wanted to keep drinking, everything soft and purring and warm, loving the moments stretching out between them, finally with all that he could have ever wanted in the world come together.
A demon could not have realised that they needed that gentle touch too with a mortal but she was his matriarch, the perfect match that Fyr could never have been. As her milk flowed down his throat, the skunk eventually squirmed and forced him to put her down, but all she did was drop to her knees with raw need instead to take his cock into her mouth. Swallowing the full length of his meat, she knelt up as high as she could to press her tits up close to him, milky rivulets tracing paths down her breasts before they were washed away by the water.
