Her paw found the deer’s taut flesh and the waiting nub of her nipple. She let out a chitter as the doe’s tongue licked at her cheek and the hybrid returned the favor, her rough tongue licking along the cheek and neck as she could, the shifting beneath her keeping her rotating and shifting and moaning and crying for more. The warmth that built in her belly was like that of when Onyx lifted a heavy wing and draped it over the little inventor pulling her against her mistress’s furnace like body. The warmth never bothered Rose, she was well equipped to dispel heat from her body and she often wiggled closer to the dragon without realizing it.<br/><br/>As the Dizzying Doe let out a whimper that turned into a moan Onyx bucked, bringing the small mammal level with her partner’s mouth. Her tongue flicked out and into the mouth of the other inventor, the small tongue stud rubbing against the roof of the gladiator’s maw. The flat teeth clacking for a moment against Rose’s tongue ring as she fought to stay even with the larger woman. Her body rocking and quacking, belly dancing as she tried to ride the wave.<br/><br/>Palms gripping firmly and rough paws kneading and massaging, her hips bucking and twitching to milk the futa beneath her. A deft display of dexterity to keep herself right. Muscles quacking and begging for a change in position, a chance to rest and recover. And a continued sound as the Fennmink purred and chittered and dooked into her unwillingly partner’s form. Arms coming up to grasp the shoulders while pert and healthy hooters hefted heavily against the deer. Two twin mounds topped with tiny pulsating pleasure palaces. Rose wouldn’t have stopped even if she could. Her body was on auto pilot caught as she was between two immovable sexy objects. “Mmmmmmm!”<br/>