Wind-Up Pup
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Warnings: transfem butch, trans Ran, pup play, mommy kink (mama specifically), nipple play, breast sucking, lactation kink, hand job, praise kink, light hair tugging, rimming, cum eating, anal plug insertion, objectification kink, musk, scent kink, saliva/drool, light body worship, dick riding, overstimulation, orgasm denial, orgasm delay Word Count: 11,817 words
âHi, my love,â Jackal greeted to Vanda on the phone as she knocked on Ranâs door. âCalled so youâd know Iâm not dead,â she mutters playfully.
âHa-ha,â Vanda sighed into the phone line. â âm glad ye made it, but I had no trouble driving ye there, yâknow?â
âYou said you had a long day,â Jackal knocks again, shifting the bag with food in her hands. âItâs why I left enough food for you and Sevika. You both have had a tough week.â
âYea, âm heatinâ it up,â Vanda tells her. His voice a mutter, and Jackal wonders if heâs pouting like sheâs picturing he is.
He always looks so cute when he pouts and tries to deny he is.
âGood, âm glad youâll both be eating,â Jackal smiles when the door opens but Ran isnât in front of the crack of the open door. âIâll let you know if I stay over or go home, okay? I love you, darling. Bye.â
Vandaâs heart races and he doesnât have a chance to speak up before the line goes silent. Did Jackal not notice what she said to him? Itâs the first time sheâs said it, and his heart picks up speed in his chest.
âDumb puppy,â He mutters to himself as he serves Sevika and himself the food.
âRan?â Jackal steps in the threshold and blinks at the dimness of the lights that greet her. Itâs usual, however. Ran never had any bright lights on when they were at their own place.
âHi,â Their voice is soft as they shut the door behind her and lock it.
They have on loose boxers and a t shirt and, despite the darkness of the room, Jackal notices their face. She frowns and reaches forward to cup their cheek, feeling the dry line of tears down their face.
âRan? Whatâs wrong? What happened?â She steps closer, speaking softly to them.
âNothing. Nothingâs wrong, donât worry. Iâm fine,â Their voice sounded strained even to Jackalâs ears, like they were whispering, almost. Holding something back, holding everything back.
She knew what that was like. She didnât want them to ever have to do the same.
âYouâre lying,â Jackal shifts the handle of the bag with food, letting go of Ranâs face in order to walk deeper into their place and settle it onto the kitchen counter. Along with her bag and phone.
She turns to see they had followed her silently, now inches from her, and she peers up at them. Jackal reaches for their face again and strokes their cheeks, drying off the remnants of their tears with her thumbs. âWhat is it, hm? I canât help you unless you tell me, sweetheart.â
âBadâŚâ Ran clears their throat, and for a second, Jackal thinks they mean that they have been bad. Sheâs glad to know that wasnât the case. ââŚshift. My shift was awful.â
Ran works private security, sometimes that meant extra security at high-range events, or for individuals. Theyâre usually accompanied when it comes to events, and, depending on the person, have worked alone, in pairs or in a small group to protect people.
âWhat happened?â Jackal frowns, cupping the back of Ranâs head and pulling them closer. They wrap their arms around her and bury their face at the side of her neck, while Jackal wraps her arms around their shoulders.
âSomeone got too close to the client,â Ran sounded tired even though their voice was muffled in her skin. âI got the heat of the mistake from the clientâs son because I was the Senior Officer there.â
âWas he someone important?â
Ran doesnât know how to answer. Technically, theyâre not even supposed to talk about it. They didnât fully tell Jackal the truth about what they do. They are private security, but their biggest clients are mobsters and criminals. They donât want her too close to that, so theyâve kept it from her. âVery important,â they sighed, rubbing their face into her neck. âI just wanna forget about it.â
Jackal nods and rubs their back. She wants to ask for more details than what they offered, but decides not to pry too much on the matter. âHow about some dinner? I made spaghetti and meatballs.â
Thereâs a long pause before they reply, ââŚCan I ask..â
Jackal kisses their temple. âAnything, yes.â
âYou wonât laugh, will you?â Ran pull back and pouts down at her. âCause if you do, Iâll never forgive you. You will be dead to me. I mean it.â
Jackal giggles and leans up to peck their lips. âI cross my heart.â
âCan youâŚâ Ran stops and whines, before pulling her along deeper into their place.
Jackal knew it had two bedrooms, but sheâs only ever been to their actual room. She didnât know what the second one was for until now.
Ran pushed the door open and there was a calming scent of lavender escaping the room, the lights low and warm, just like in the rest of the apartment. There was a dog crate up against the wall, bigger than what Jackal thought was possible for them to come in. It was stuffed full of blankets and pillows, and the door of it was open.
The floor was covered in a plush rug and Jackal let go of Ranâs hand to undo the straps of her platform sandals, nudging them into a corner outside the bedroom door. She didnât want to get the carpet dirty. There was a wooden drawer set beside the door of the room, and Ran was glancing at it and then back at her with a nervous fidget in their stance. There was also a dog bed beside the crate, larger than the crate itself. It looked soft and plush, big enough to fit them and maybe someone else if they curled around each other enough.
The wall was decorated with anything puppy-themed. A blanket hung up like a tapestry of two puppies rolling on the ground. There were hooks on the wall where chains, ropes, leashes, and collars hung. She guessed there might be clothes they used in the head space in the closet, but didnât want to pry without them showing her.
Ran had walked into the opposite corner, where a hamper of what looked like more pillows and blankets were â maybe toys, too? She could swear she could see the paw of a stuffed bear hanging off the side of the hamper. They took one pillow from the bunch, its shape was half-crushed out of it, and Jackal could see why as they wrapped their arms around it tightly.
âThis is so pretty,â Jackal smiled at them after glancing around the room. âThank you for showing me.â
Ran knew Jackal was a puppy, too, but that she didnât have this much stuff for the head space. Theyâve seen the only pair of ears she has, and the simple, frayed collar she wore. They didnât want her thinking they were rubbing it in her face or something similar.
Theyâve just simply been in this longer than her, and had more to show for it.
âI wanted to,â Ran said simply and crossed the room to open a top drawer. Their fingers twitched for a minute before dipping into the drawer and pulling out a dog bowl.
It was a simple white color, though it looked like a powder coating, since the inside looked like metal. The word Puppy was etched onto the white, stainless steel glistening underneath.
âFor your dinner?â Jackal guesses, closing the space between them to take the bowl from their hands.
Ran lets go of it hesitatingly, still staring at it instead of looking up at Jackal. She doesnât push them to look at her but still smiles at them. âIâd have to feed you ââ
âI can eat myself,â Ran says, eyes snapping up to meet hers. âI-If itâs too much trouble, you donât have to give me any food. Actually, just⌠forget about the bowl. I-I can eat on a ââ
âBreathe, puppy,â Jackalâs voice is so soft as she speaks to them. Not a rasp, but a lovely echo in the back of her throat, like she was singing a siren song to them. One that instantly calmed them. âI made spaghetti, remember? Youâd get your paws all dirty if you eat with them.â
Ranâs lips quirked at the words, heart racing that this was going better than they expected it to go. They felt silly for worrying so much about it. They should have known Jackal wouldnât have ever judge them for this.
âR-Right ââ
âSilly puppy,â Jackal reaches around to scratch at the back of Ranâs neck, feeling them shiver into her touch. âOn your knees. Puppies donât walk on twos.â
Ran doesnât hesitate to drop to their knees, grinning up at her. Jackal ruffles their hair and pushes their fringe back enough to kiss their forehead. âGood girl, puppy,â Jackal crouches in front of Ran, whoâs smile is evident across their face, brightening up their features.
âNow,â Jackal hums, tilting her head as she looks them over. âWhat do you normally wear for your head space, sweetheart? Is it in the closet?â She gestures behind her.
âY-Yes,â Ran breathes, licking their lips. âI justâŚwear a harness. Collars on⌠the wall. Ears a-and masksâŚdrawer,â they point as they explain and Jackal hums, smiling at them.
âStay put, pup,â Jackal sets down the dog bowl and stands to walk over to the closet first. She slides the door open and is greeted by leather harness, a plethora of styles, but mostly all black. There was only two purple ones, and a rainbow-colored one.
Jackalâs fingers traced the harnesses. Some looked like only chest pieces, while others strapped the entire torso or had a collar-piece attached to it. There was even one that had a leather cup for Ranâs dick, to leave their ass exposed.
She was tempted, but they looked too sweet right now to pull out something sluttier for them. She opted for a simple one. Heavy straps across their shoulders and across their breasts, or above their breasts if they felt it more comfortable. The ring that would dangle between their breasts fit two of her fingers and she felt a jolt of excitement at the sight.
Jackal closed the door of the closet and turned to Ran, who had stripped off their shirt, which now laid in a pile besides them. Jackal coos and kneels in front of them, hands smoothing across their shoulders and down their sides just to feel them squirm.
âThis one, since I want a collar on you,â Jackal had explained as she fastened the harness on their chest, buckling enough to be close to their skin, but not tight enough to chafe. She tugged on the ring once it was settled on them and they whimpered as their body leans forward to follow the hold. âComfy, pup?â
âYes,â Ranâs voice was already feeling hard to muster. They nuzzled into her hand when she cups their cheek to thumb at their skin.
âYouâre so adorable,â Jackal leans forward to give them a chaste kiss on their lips and they kiss back just as softly. âIâm gonna see what you have for ears, hm?â She ruffles their hair. âAnd a lovely collar, too,â Her fingers danced across their throat and they felt their pulse spike at the touch.
Ran nods and purses their lips as they watch her stand. Jackal scans the collars hung up, about six or so of them. She picks one up at random, seeing the bone-shaped charm hanging off the leash ring. It said Puppy in elegant cursive.
The collar itself was leather, soft and smooth. All black with silver hardware, much like the harness they are sporting now.
She goes to the drawers and opens the second one, blushing at the selection of tails. Some had plug ends, others were flat to strap through a belt. Her fingers danced across a gray and white one, pulling it out and closing the drawer. It had a plug end and she hums in order not to groan at the sight her mind conjured.
She doesnât take it with her, though, just lays it atop of the drawers, as far from the candle that filled the room with lavender. She didnât want to damage the fur of the tail with the heat of the flame.
Jackal goes to open another drawer, and smiles at the ears. Ran had a few that were leather, others that were a face harness. She assumes there must be masks with ears on them, too, but she doesnât look for them. She spots the matching pair of gray and white ears and snatches them up before closing the drawer.
âOkay, puppy, lets see,â Jackal walks towards them, kneels in front of them as she pushes the headband with the puppy ears on their head, cautious of their ears. The faux fur feels soft and the ears are pin-straight instead of floppy. âThatâs adorable!â Ran beams up at her words, their excitement physical at seeing Jackal undo the buckle of their collar. âArenât you, puppy? Just so utterly adorable.â
Their face feels hot at the shift in her tone. Sultry, lower, like sheâs speaking with only half her energy and the back of her throat.
Ran lifts their chin, fingers sinking into the pillow on their lap as she buckles their collar around their neck. âMamaâs pretty puppy,â She purrs as she fastens the strap of their collar, smoothing it out with her thumb.
Ranâs face burns at the nickname she calls herself, but the feeling of the band on their head, along with the collar around their neck, sinks them. Their head feels delightfully empty while they blink at Jackal.
âThere she is,â Jackal coos and leans forward to press a kiss to Ranâs nose, who scrunches it under her lips as she does. âSuch a cute little puppy.â
Ran can feel the phantom limb of their tail buzz at the end of their spine. They squeeze the pillow closer and giggle softly as Jackal presses a kiss to each of the apples of their cheeks. âCâmon, in your cage while I heat up some food for you, pup,â Jackal stands to do just that but gets a hand wrapped around her wrist as sheâs tugged down again.
She loses her balance for a second, ending up with a harsh thud on her knees. Jackal groans a little in surprise and the dull ache in her knees, but doesnât scold them for tugging on her so suddenly. âWhatâs wrong, pup? Donât want food?â
Ran shakes their head, pulling her along as they scoot back towards their cage. âAlright, go on in your cage. I can have you eat later, puppy,â Jackal says softly.
Ran beams and lets go of Jackalâs arm, scampering the rest of the way into their cage. Thereâs plenty of pillows inside and they happily sink into them with a low hum.
Jackalâs heart feels like itâs grown in her chest at the sight, and coos loudly when Ran nuzzles their cheek into a blanket. She stands up and walks over to their cage, sinking in front of the open door and sitting down in front of them.
âComfy, puppy?â Jackal smiles when Ran is shifting, rolling over on their back. Their legs are bend and pulled into their chest with a purr, their head lolled over enough to still be able to make eye contact with Jackal.
âAw, youâre showing me your belly,â Jackal leans forward, pushes her hand between the part of Ranâs thighs and lightly scratches their belly. They shiver in her touch, giggling when she rubs their belly after, squishing the softness of their lower abdomen. âWhat a sweet girl! You like belly rubs, puppy?â
Jackalâs nails scratch lightly along Ranâs happy trail, making them shiver again, harder than before. Their skin is breaking in goosebumps as they kick out a leg. They donât hit her, just stick out the limb out of the cage long enough to flip onto their side.
Jackal pulls her hand back and smiles at them, leaning down to kiss the side of their knee before theyâre pulling the leg into the cage again. Against their pillow trapped between their chest and their knees.
âDid you get shy on me, puppy?â Jackal teases, reaching into the edge of the cage where something stuck out to her.
It was a dog toy. Like a plush, soft and stuffed, with a squeaker in the middle. Jackal looks down at them, Ran eyeing her, before pressing the squeaker twice.
Their head snapped completely to her, a small wiggle at their hips as they growl playfully.
âOh?â Jackal squeezes the toy again. âWant the toy, puppy?â Ran moves, dropping the pillow as they sit on their thighs but stick their head out of the cage, hands on the plush carpet they had added to the entire room.
Jackal leans back on her free hand, grinning at them as she waves the toy and their eyes follow. âMamaâs puppy wants to play? Yeah?â
Another playful growl in response. âGood girl! GoâŚfetch!â Jackal throws the toy over her shoulder and giggles as Ran nearly leaps over her to fetch it.
They scamper on hands and feet to get it, quicker movements than if they did it on hands and knees, she assumed. They snatch it with their mouth, shaking their head and growling as they did.
âBring it back, puppy, câmere,â Jackal turns to face them, legs still crossed, moving forward and putting space between them and the cage. She taps her thigh to encourage them and they scamper towards her all the same.
âSit!â Jackal tells them and they follow rules. They sit back on their haunches, thighs parted and hands on the floor between them. âGood girl!â She reaches up to scratch at their head, playing with the strands of their hair. Soft and straight.
Ran didnât remember the last time they shared this softer side of their headspace with someone. They typically only showed their gear and got called puppy/pup when it was strictly sexual and during aftercare. But never this.
How long had it been since someone had just rubbed their belly or played with them?
They press their head into Jackalâs hand, who coos and keeps scratching their scalp. Ran shifts their knees back, nuzzling into Jackalâs palm and having the toy swish between their teeth as they chew on it.
âOh, puppy, youâre wagging!â Jackal exclaims with happiness. Ran had begun swaying their hips while nuzzling into her palm, nosing and huffing into the skin of it. âYouâre such a cute little pup. Mama just adores you.â
Ran can feel their face heat up beneath the words, grumbling playfully as Jackal pulls her hand back. Their eyes look crystal and glassy, filling with pathetic little tears at having their pets taken away from them so suddenly. The toy drops from their lips as they pout at her, sitting like before without being told to.
âWhatâs that pout for, huh?â Jackal giggles as Ran shifts forward, tapping their palms into the ground like an antsy puppy would.
They whine a little, looking down at her hands before up at her. Jackal cocks her head, brows furrowing in confusion. She follows their line of sight and moves her hands, so her palms face up.
It makes them beam. If the ears on top of their head could move, theyâd be perked up at the shift of Jackalâs hands.
âMy hands?â Jackal wiggled her fingers and cooed as they bumped their forehead into her shoulder. âMore pets, puppy? Is that what you want?â
Thereâs a buff slipping past their lips, timid and low, mostly air leaving their mouth. Jackal has an urge to squeeze them into her chest until theyâre both out of air from the tightness of it. Theyâre painfully adorable like this and she just wants to work that buzzing sensation out of her body and into theirs.
âCâmere, then, pup,â Jackal pats her thigh and giggles as Ran is moving at her side before dropping their head onto her lap.
They press the back of their head and neck into her skin, legs curled into themself slightly as they lay on the floor. Thereâs a satisfied, deep inhale filling their lungs when Jackalâs nails are scratching at their scalp while her thumb rubs at a corner of their puppy ear. Their exhale is deep and languid, tilting their head to press their jaw into the softness of her thigh.
âSuch an adorable puppy,â Jackal hums, continuing to scratch at Ranâs scalp. Her other hand slides down their chest and rubs their belly, altering to scratching at their happy trail.
Ran wiggles a little at the contact, feeling their body warm up at the touch. Sheâs being so gentle with them, something they hadnât experienced in what seemed like forever. They loved it, but it also made the ache to have her all the worse.
âLike your belly getting scratched that much, puppy?â Jackal clicks her tongue and coos at them, smothering the softness of their belly with her palm. âMamaâs sweet girl.â
Ran doesnât know why the nickname is flustering them so much. They havenât even spoken it themself, and have used it before, but it feels so different coming from Jackal. Unprompted in that silky, sultry voice that makes them feel soft and comforted.
It makes them feel a little silly, simply because sheâs younger than them by a decade. And half a foot shorter than them.
âOh?â Jackalâs voice makes them blush by getting caught trying to nuzzle into her breast. Their face inches closer, feeling the brush of her chest on their cheek through her cropped tee, knowing she had nothing underneath it. âWant somethinâ, puppy?â There was a teasing edge to Jackalâs voice as her nails in Ranâs hair rake through their fringe, pushing the strands aside.
She had asked why they hid half of one of their eyes, and they had shown her a scar. It ran from a centimeter above the middle of their brow, cutting down it, to almost a perfect line down the side of their eye. Cutting across their temple. Even their eyelid wasnât lucky enough to be scarless.
They had been dangerously close to losing it entirely. Ran told her how their vision was shit for months because of it, and even now, it had affected their eye sight from the incident.
Ran didnât shy away from Jackalâs touch down their face, thumb grazing their scar. She cupped their jaw, tilting their head back enough to graze her breast across their cheek more pointedly.
They groaned at the feeling, tongue out and wet. It looked like they were almost salivating for it. âM-MâŚâ Their tongue felt too heavy to use it for speech, chest not filling with enough air to help the words leave their lips.
âPoor puppy,â Jackal coos, eyes glistening with a mischief that Ran couldnât appreciate right now. Their face was inches from Jackalâs chest, could only see how her nipples were hard now, and the fabric of her shirt was dented with her piercings.
She gasps when Ranâs tongue teases her nipple through her shirt. It makes her throb a little in her shorts. âIs that what you want, pup? Need my tits?â
Ran answers with a shy yip, one that makes their face burn at the noise they havenât made in so long. It sounded rough and awkward even to their own ears, and they were scared that Jackal would laugh at them for it.
But they get a coo and a scratch to their head before sheâs pulling her shirt over her breasts. Their stomach feels warm at the sight, mouth watering as they whine for her. Was this permission? Or did they need to wait for it?
âItâs okay, puppy,â She scratches a spot between the puppy ears on their head and it makes them squirm. Butt wiggling against the carpet beneath them. âGo ahead, baby. You had a rough day, hm? Let mama help you ease your mind.â
Ran doesnât wait for more coaxing, just tilts their head up and parts their lips to capture Jackalâs nipple in their mouth. They hum against her and Jackal nearly shivers at the feeling of their tongue.
Theyâre tasting her skin on their tongue and it makes them throb in their boxers. They hope she doesnât notice it. She smelt like perfume but tasted like sweat as their tongue swirled past their mouth, pressing into the skin of her breast while her nipple rocked on the back of their tongue. They felt her stomach jolt against their face and it burned at knowing she was having such a reaction to this.
They did wanna self-soothe with her chest, but it was turning them on without realizing how much. They were too eager to have something in their mouth, and they nearly bit down on her breast in their excitement. They managed to only tease her skin lightly with their teeth, instead, sliding their tongue across it.
âThere yâgo, pup,â Jackal breathes as Ran pulls their mouth back, enough to suck just her nipple into their mouth. Her piercing clinked against their teeth as they sucked on her. âSuch a sweet puppy,â She hums, still scratching at their scalp. as calmly as she can, nails still scratching at Ranâs scalp while they suck on her breast.
Ranâs fingers held onto her shirt when she lets go of it, wanting to keep their hands busy, too. They whine when her nails are teasing down their breasts and torso, scratching a little at their happy trail.
Jackal cupped the side of their face to hold it in place, sighing in place of groaning as their teeth tug on her piercing. âHm,â Her hum is low and Ran shivers at the sound as their lips wrap around her nipple, hands idly working into her shirt.
Thereâs heat rushing down their body as Jackalâs fingers tease the edge of their boxers. Rubbing and scratching her fingers across the band and making them whine into her chest. Saliva dances at the edges of their lips, mouth working Jackalâs breast and feeling themself throb as her fingers lightly dip into their boxers. Fingertips just below where the band of the boxers sat on them.
âGood puppy, baby,â Jackal licks her lips, glancing down at Ranâs lap to see the strain of their boxers. âAw, did I do that, puppy? Oh, Iâm so very sorry.â
Ran could hear the smirk on Jackalâs lips and they whine when she pulls her hand back, but moan a little when sheâs palming their dick. They can feel how hot the head of their cock is as Jackal cups her palm and rubs it into their head. It makes them whine higher, pulling their mouth back to try and beg but her hand is fisting their hair and pulling them closer again.
âKeep sucking, puppy. Itâs alright to want mama while you suck on her breast,â Jackalâs voice hasnât sounded like this before, so low and dangerous. Like a predator instead of the prey she always seem to play with her partners.
Ran whimpered but still listened, parting their lips to suck on Jackalâs breast, tongue teasing her nipple. They finally, finally hear her groan and itâs a lovely sound for their ears. Itâs silent permission that she wanted them, too, and it allows them the push to lift their hips into her touch.
Jackal hums, hand gliding against Ranâs cock through their boxers, pumping them through the fabric. It makes them moan a little at feeling the rough fabric glide against their sensitive cock. They tilt their head, gliding their lips across Jackalâs perked nipple before letting their tongue hang out their mouth to rub against her.
She groans again, biting into her lip as Ranâs cock head leaks through their boxers. She teases the wet patch with her nails lightly and feels them muffle a sob into her. âSo wet for mama, puppy,â She purrs. âWant my hand on you, baby? Want mama to help you cum?â
Ran nods against her chest, so hard that it makes the headband of their ears slide back a little. Their hands reached for where hers was, clawing at her wrist.
âCareful,â Jackal moans a little at feeling their dick twitch beneath her hand. âPull down your boxers, puppy,â Jackal tells them, hand sliding to their hip and pushing one side of their boxersâ waistband.
Ranâs hands fumble forward, hooking their thumbs into the sides of their boxers and pushing the fabric down over their ass and thighs. They wiggle the fabric off, until itâs pooled around their knees, and their mouth is still busy with Jackalâs nipple.
âSuch an eager girl, arenât you?â Jackal wraps her hand around Ranâs cock, slowly stroking them to coax their cock to harden further. It makes them moan and they tilt their head when Jackal guides it slightly back. âOther nipple, puppy. Câmon, latch onto mama.â
Ran shifts their head back, hips raising into Jackalâs hand and groaning at the sensation while they get comfortable again. Their lips wrap around Jackalâs neglected nipple and their face heats up at hearing the satisfied, quiet moan that she lets out.
âGood girl, puppy,â She breathes and they wrap their hands around her bicep, squeezing the flesh as she pumps their cock slowly.
Her shirt is in their face, obscuring their vision but they donât mind. It smells like her perfume, skin and sweat. She smells so sweet, her skin feels so hot even against their tongue. They want to feel more of it, hopefully soon, hopefully tonight.
Jackalâs hand on them was steady. Her grip loosening a fraction at their base, but closing tighter as she worked her way up their shaft. They were dripping earnestly, aiding in slide of her fist around their cock.
Jackalâs eyes were drinking in the sight of them. Ranâs belly jolting beneath her arm, their nails digging into her bicep a little but still whimpering into her chest. Their head in her hand, the band of their ears against her wrist from it having slid fully off of them.
Her mouth felt watery at how wet they are, coating her fingers and making them shiny. She doesnât want to waste a drop of them, and hates she canât feel them down her throat instead.
Her thumb rubs their exposed slit, feeling them choke on a moan. Their mouth stalls on her breast, tongue against her nipple and panting while they rock their hips into her hand.
âM-M..â Ran tries again, thighs tensing up at Jackalâs fist moving faster now. They moan, lips wrapping around Jackalâs pebbled nipple and feeling her groan.
âMamaâs right here, baby,â Jackal licks her lips, nails pressing into Ranâs hair. Her cunt feels hot and she can feel herself throbbing in her shorts at how badly she needs them.
Ranâs hips are grinding up into Jackalâs hand, knowing they must be making a mess of her hand from their excitement. They moan as she pumps their cock, nosing a patch of her shirt as their lips work on her bud.
âWhat a good girl,â Jackal sighs, feeling herself throb as Ran nips at her breast a little, tongue working around her piercing before flicking her nipple. âMm, youâre making mama so wet, puppy.â
Ran whines at the confession, it makes their cock throb in Jackalâs hand. They pray she canât tell, but their face flushes when she coos at them and rub their slit with her thumb again.
âThat gotcha excited, pup?â Jackal knows the answer but she teases them regardless for it. She scratches their scalp, tracing her nails down the back of their neck. They raise their head for it, and she grins at the shiver that visibly passes through them. âSuch a sweet girl.â
Ranâs head was already fuzzy from their headspace, but they felt it expand. Their temples tensed with the emptiness and their brows relaxed further. Their nails digging into Jackalâs bicep still, cupping her arm against their chest. The angle didnât allow their breasts to get toyed with, but they knew their puffy nipples must be hard at this all.
âYouâre twitching so much, puppy,â The younger coos, fist moving a little faster, tightening a little more. She gets an earnest, long moan from them, and more slick bubbling from their tip. âI know, I know. You like mamaâs hand, donâtâcha? Are you gonna cum for me? Will you be mamaâs good puppy and cum all over her hand?â
Thereâs that sultry edge in her voice again. It makes them grip her arm a little tighter and squeeze their eyes shut to focus on her hand. Her voice is softly echoing in their head and they whine around her nipple, pulling their mouth away enough to drag their teeth against the skin of her breast.
Jackal moans at the feeling and Ran can feel the shudder that passes in her belly. They hope it makes her wetter, and they would be right. Jackalâs pussy is twitching around nothing.
Sheâs tempted in stopping the hand job just to pin them down and use their cock. Feel them beg for her silently, clumsily thrusting their hips and humping whatever feels good on her body before she allows them to fill her. Theyâd sound so lovely, especially now that they seem to have lost the ability to talk altogether because of their headspace.
âCum for mama,â Jackal continues to encourage, fingers cupping the back of their head when they twist their upper body. They wrap their arms around her hips and press their face into the side of her breast to whimper into. Their hips still lazily meet her hand, stomach trembling with their little pants as their tongue is pressed to the curve of Jackalâs breast, feeling the soft roll of her side against their mouth.
âYou must like how I smell, pup,â Jackal groans at feeling Ranâs saliva drip down her side, their arms tightening around her and pressing their nose against a fold of her side.
Theyâre twitching more in her hand at her words. Their nose impossibly full of her scent and sweat, stomach tightening. Jackal hums at the sight, licking her lips as she continues to fist their cock.
Ran is whimpering, high and pretty, getting higher and their hips fucking faster as they near the edge. They cling harder, digging their nails into Jackalâs sides and feeling her shudder as they moan and cum into her hand.
âGood girl, puppy! Good,â Jackal bites her lip, angling Ranâs cock so theyâd come against their own belly, to not make a mess of their carpet but also be able to lick them clean after.
Sheâs pumping them until their hips are trying to get away from her and their mouth is back on her nipple. âSuch a sweet puppy,â Jackal pulls her hand back, digits and palm wet with their arousal and cum. âOpen up, baby. Clean up mamaâs fingers so I can clean you up, too.â
Ran whines at not tasting Jackalâs skin, but still does as told, pouting up at her. Their dick still twitches at the mention of her cleaning them. âDonât be so pouty, puppy,â Jackal giggles as she plucks their ears from where they had fallen between her thighs and sliding them back into their hair. âThere. Mamaâs sweet puppy.â
It makes them blush to be looked and talked at like this. It helps them stay in this wonderful cloud thatâs taking over their head, that fills their chest and doesnât let them breathe properly. Like every breath came a little short and they simply donât talk to not waste the little air they have.
They part their lips as Jackal cups the back of their head, trails her wet fingers against their lips. They close their mouth around the two digits being fed to them first, moaning softly at their own salty, watery taste. Their tongue swirls around the digits, sliding between them when Jackal parts them enough for Ranâs tongue to do so.
âDonât swallow yet,â Jackal tells them in a stern voice when she pulls back her saliva-slick fingers and replaced them with the next two for them to clean. âMama wants a taste, too.â
Ran groans and repeats their action of cleaning her fingers, some of their saliva and cum dripping down the sides of their mouth when Jackal pulls her fingers back after a minute.
âTongue out, pup,â She says simply, softly. But there isnât room for argument in her voice, either, not that Ran would if they could. They tilt their chin back, eyes on hers while they do as told and groan when sheâs dragging her palm along their tongue. âSit up for me.â
Jackalâs hand slides down their back as they sit, making sure they donât sway over from the state of their headspace. Slowly sitting them up and taking off their own boxers. She doesnât even have to tell them to look at her, theyâre turning around and sitting on their haunches in front of her.
She coos and parts her legs around them, straightening her back and feeling her shirt slide over to half-cover her chest again. She smirks a little at seeing their eyes well up at her chest not being exposed anymore. âAw, puppy, do you want mamaâs tits that badly?â
Ran whines, lips pursed out in a pout as Jackal tucks her legs in and rises on her own haunches, thighs parted around Ranâs own to be closer to them. She reaches down to wipe the remainder of their wetness on her hand with the discarded fabric of their boxers, before pulling off her shirt.
âIs that better, pup?â Jackal giggles as Ranâs eyes drop to her chest as her hands trail up their arms and cup the back of their neck. âYou can touch, pup. Just let me taste you like I wanted, hm?â
Ran leans down to meet Jackalâs mouth, parting her lips for her tongue as their hands squeeze her breasts. She groans into their mouth, tongue being filled with Ranâs arousal and cum, swallowing their flavor and feeling it heighten her desire for them.
Jackal can feel the trail of heat their taste leaves behind, igniting her need for them. She swears sheâs also wetter at the feeling, her tongue dancing with theirs and twirling together. She moans when Ranâs fingers slide down her side and paw at her, almost harsh pets to try and pull her closer.
âPoor puppy,â She hums against their mouth, pecking their lips. âItâs okay, baby. Mamaâs not going anywhere until she eats you up,â Jackal kisses their cheek, then their jaw and neck.
Theyâre soft and light, and the feeling makes Ran squirm. Her lips almost tickle due to how gently sheâs pressing her mouth on them. âMore,â is the raspy word they manage to whisper out as Jackalâs mouth descends their chest.
âPuppy found their voice,â Jackal coos, kissing one of Ranâs breast, teasing her tongue against the bud. They moan a little, their cock twitching where it laid half-hard against their thigh. âWhat do you want puppy, hm? Tell mama.â
Jackal knew it was asking too much of them, but she couldnât help herself in teasing them. Her lips closed around a bud of their nipple and they gasp so pretty while arching their back into her face. She hums into their chest and feels them press their thighs together while she rolls their nipple with her tongue.
Ran groans as Jackalâs teeth tease their skin, tongue darting out to drag down their torso as she moves backward to allow herself the space to do so. They shiver beneath her hot tongue, their cock twitching as they move their hands back to brace on the floor, wiggling to sit down on the carpet and kick out their legs from beneath them.
Jackal licks their arousal from their skin, humming in appreciation at the taste. The drag of her tongue is slow on purpose and she smirks at feeling them settle on the floor without being asked to do so.
She reaches up to their collar before she reaches their happy trail, pulling them forward and making them gasp. They listen, of course they let her pull their body forward by the ring of their collar. Her other hand on the ring of their harness and prompting them more.
âSuch a sweet girl,â Jackal brushes her lips against theirs, that they had already parted in anticipation for another kiss from her. Which they donât receive because sheâs dipping her mouth to kiss the side of their neck.
It makes them hum as her lips trail the point of their pulse, kissing the edge of their collar and a patch of their skin. âJust wanna eat you up, puppy.â
Ranâs sweet noises are making Jackal throb impossibly more in her shorts. She wants to take them off, have the annoying denim off her body. But she refused to leave them without her attention for a second. Everything she does should be for them and not herself.
âStay put, puppy,â Jackal lets go of the o-ring of their harness and squeezes their side gently.
Ran whines as she stands up, but their eyes follow her as she goes. They donât move like they were told, and they pout a little as she grabs a handful of pillows from their basket.
They watch as she settles the pillows in a pile, except one, which she places beside it. She pats the spot, âOn your knees, pup.â
Ran beams, can feel the buzzing at the end of their spine intensity as they crawl over and do as told. Knees sinking to the pillow and leaning forward on their hands. Theyâre being softly cushioned by the pile of pillows that Jackal arranged and wiggle their hips.
Jackal groans at the sight of their cock, swaying enticingly between their thighs along with their sack. âNaughty girl,â She squeezes their ass and hears them giggle. âShould cover you up in lipstick,â Jackalâs thumb slide down Ranâs ass, teasing their hole and perineum, hearing them gasp softly.
âRight here,â she kisses the end of their spine, before settling herself behind their parted thighs. âAnd here,â A kiss to their ass that makes their cock twitch. âEspecially rightâŚhere,â She presses her tongue to their hole just to feel it flutter beneath her touch and hear them moan.
Ranâs fingers sink into a pillow and pull it out enough to press their mouth into it. Their eyes roll back a little as Jackalâs tongue circles their rim, trailing down their perineum. Their hips press back into her face and whimper as she kisses their hole, stomach tightening at the brush of pleasure theyâre feeling.
âGotta make sure youâre open for your tail,â She excuses her actions, pressing her thumbs into the softness of their ass as she gathers saliva and spits on them.
Their skin is soft, just like their taint and sack. But they had thick hair, only lightly trimmed atop their cock. It must be covered in their arousal from earlier, and the thought alone makes Jackal throb more desperately into her panties.
Jackalâs tongue trails the line of spit that slides down them, seeing the way their thighs lock a little. Hear them moan into the pillow when the trails her tongue from their sack to their hole. They tasted a little salty, but clean, too. They must have showered just before she got here.
âGood girl, pup,â Jackal breathes, nipping at a patch of skin on their ass and cooing at feeling them buck in surprise and whimper.
Ranâs face felt hot in embarrassment, always feeling shy when someone went down on them like this. It was made worse by their headspace, the little cloud of pure comfort they found themself in. Jackalâs taunting words and voice, her hands on them, claiming them as her tongue pressed inside of them. All of it made them want to give themself more to her.
They moan in appreciation at the intrusion, mind telling them she just wanted them open enough for the cool metal of their plug. They completely forget how the tail isnât even close to them, how Jackal is pressing her nose into the center of their ass while her tongue thrusts slowly into them.
Thereâs spit sliding down their sack and making them squirm, gasping when Jackalâs hand is wrapping around their shaft again. Pumping them slow, still wet from having cum and getting harder as theyâre handled.
âMama,â They whine as Jackal pulls her tongue back and they feel her spit land on their half-hard shaft. Her hand is pumping them eagerly, still coated in their own excitement and making them grind down into her touch.
Jackal groans at the nickname. Their voice is muffled by the pillow but sounds raspy from a combination of lack of use and their headspace. It makes her bare her teeth at nothing to try and calm herself, breathing in long pants at how good they sounded. How much she wanted to wreck them for it.
âMamaâs right here, baby,â She kisses a curve of their ass, licking their skin just the feel the wonderful tremble running up their spine. âWant mama to stop?â
Ran shakes their head furiously, arching a little and grimacing at the strain it causes them. They arenât usually in this position, and not as limber in their back, mostly tightness from their job and their age. But they want to encourage her to keep going, because they want to cum again from her tongue.
âThatâs a good girl,â Jackalâs lips press a sloppy, loud kiss to Ranâs rim and feels their cock twitch in her hand. âDid you get embarrassed, pup?â Jackal grins as she repeats her action, getting the same reaction from their leaking cock in her hand. âIâm sorry, baby, but I canât help myself,â Another kiss that makes Ran whimper at how it echoes in their ears and the room. âMama just wants to taste you.â
Sheâs kissing them with more than just lust, actually enjoying kissing such a part of them. Humming against them like theyâre being worshiped. That only makes them blush harder, their ears burning as Jackal presses sensual kisses down their perineum, tongue sliding down their sack and sucking on one of their balls.
Their thighs are trembling around her face as they groan at the feeling. Sheâs sucking loudly before doing the same to the other, spitting on their hole while her hand pumps them a little faster. Ran mewls in reply as Jackalâs tongue grinds into their entrance, feeling her panting into their ass.
Jackal kept squeezing her thighs, trying to relieve the growing ache that was beginning to overpower her. Sheâs panting into Ranâs ass while her tongue fucks them shallowly, feeling them start to fuck themself into her face. Lips sucking on their rim and rolling her eyes back in pleasure at hearing them muffle what sounds like a sob.
Their sounds, their reactions, it was all so perfect. She was fighting the urge to flip them over and riding their cock while they just took it all. Theyâd sound so lovely if she did, too. Whining and tears in their eyes while theyâre engulfed in her drenched cunt.
Sheâs huffing against their skin, hand moving with more determination now, quicker, squeezing them just right. The touch made them moan more, pressing their cheek into the pillow they were clutching and fucking themself on Jackalâs tongue.
Jackal could feel the drip of her saliva down her chin, egging her on as she swirls her tongue around their rim, feeling the flutter beneath her touch. Their cock was twitching and their skin felt hot and a little slick against her face.
They were sweating. Ran could feel the heat on their face stick their hair to their temples; felt the slide of sweat from their belly up to their breasts because of the angle they were in. Even the back of their neck, beneath their collar, felt a little slick.
Jackal kept pumping their cock, pinky teasing the tip of their cock and pulling a sweet moan from them. They felt so slick in her hand, it made her mouth water against their rim, sucking sloppily on their fluttering entrance. She groaned as she pumped them a little faster, free hand squeezing their ass while her tongue delved into them.
Ran moans a little louder, breath coming in short pants. Their stomach coiled and their cock keeps twitching in Jackalâs hand, leaking onto the pillow theyâre kneeling on. Their hole tightened around her prodding tongue, almost swearing they could cum from how sheâs not shy of pushing her entire tongue into them.
But then, Jackal stops.
Her tongue pulls back from their rim and her fingers tighten at the base of their cock. It makes them whimper and their thighs to tremble. They want to ask why she stopped, if they had dome something bad and were being punished but get a soft kiss to the top of their ass.
âWanna cum like this?â Jackalâs smirking against their skin as she spoke, they could feel it. âOr want to cum inside mama?â
Ranâs cock twitched at the words and flushed at knowing their body had given up what they wanted â but they still nod into the crook of their elbow where they had pressed their face into. They feel Jackal kiss the end of their spine and pull her hand back, making them whimper.
âItâs okay, puppy,â Jackal coos, rising more on her knees. âStay just like this for a sec, okay? Mama wants to get your tail in.â
Ran whimpers when they feel Jackal stand, and their throat feels suddenly tight and their sight blurs with tears. They donât know why it feels like they did something wrong, but Jackal could sense their distress, shushing them softly as she gets the tail and comes back in quick strides.
âHey, hey, itâs okay, puppy. Iâm not going anywhere,â Jackal coos, draping Ranâs tail on her thigh as she sits on her haunches behind them again. âPuppy, whatâs wrong? Want to stop?â
Ran shakes their head but Jackal pats their hip, âOn your back, puppy. Let me see that sweet face.â
They blush and squeeze the pillow in their face before shifting. They can feel Jackal move again, probably to allow them room and, as they can feel, settle the pillows around and beneath them. However, having her move away makes them whimper again, tears shining in their eyes.
âPuppy,â Jackalâs voice is sweet and concerned as she runs her fingers through their fringe, sitting beside them. A soft frown tugs on her lips as she looks down at them. âWhatâs gotten you so teary, baby, hm? Is something wrong with my lovely pup?â
Ranâs bottom lip is out in a soft pout, hips wiggling a little at still being hard despite this. They blush when Jackal leans down to peck their lips, then a corner of their mouth.
âHow about we stop here, pup? I can cuddle you and ââ
Ran shakes their head. âPlease,â They mumble out, eyeing their cock and then trailing their eyes down Jackalâs body. âMama.â
Jackal groans and leans down again to kiss them, feeling their hands reach for her sides to squeeze. She licks into their mouth and Ran moans a little at tasting themself on her. âLet me put in your tail,â She breathes against them. âCan I do that?â
Ran nods and lets her go enough to have her shift a little, hand trailing down their thigh and fingers finding their rim. They groan at seeing her bring the plug to her mouth and spit on it. âShould get lube but donât wanna leave ya,â she tells them.
Her eyes meet theirs as the plug disappears between their legs. They flush at feeling the head of it tease them and whine as itâs pushed into them. It fills them without much resistant, the plug being big enough to have them feel it but not any overwhelm of fullness.
âGood, baby. Now my puppy has a soft tail to match,â She hums as she stands up slowly, eyes still on Ranâs face as she slowly undoes the button and zipper of her shorts. She cocks her head as she pushes down her shorts and underwear, feeling the slide of the material due to how wet she is. âWhat is it, pup? Like whatcha see?â
Ran nods slowly, eyes drinking up Jackalâs soft curves, groaning at the sight of her trimmed bush. They could even see the tendrils of her arousal as she pulled off her underwear, watching them break. It makes their mouth water.
âDo we stay in here, pup?â She asks the gently, hands on her knees and bending them. Like sheâs talking down to them, is, in a way. âIs that alright? Or do you want to move?â
Jackal was unsure if this was appropriate inside their little sanctuary. Though, it might have been too late already to ask. She got ahead of herself.
Ran whines and nods, reaching for her hips as she sinks on her knees to hover above their cock. They feel the heat of her body sink into their fingers, pulse down their cock even without her even taking them in yet.
They gasp a little, groaning as sheâs reaching between her thighs to spread her pussy and press it to their shaft. Dragging her wet cunt against their hardness, teasing the slit of their head against her clit.
It makes Jackal moan, eyelashes fluttering at finally getting the friction she needed. She keeps grinding on their shaft, cupping their cock against the warmth of her cunt. Ran tightens their fingers in her hips, whining and bucking in a silent plea.
âSo desperate,â Jackal breathes, free hand spreading the hood of her cunt to press her clit into their cock with more contact. Sheâs moaning more and Ran has tears in their eyes for the way their dick is throbbing and dribbling their arousal across their lower belly.
Ranâs short, blunt nails dig into Jackalâs hips with more force than they realize. The dull ache makes Jackalâs pussy twitch against them, making her hum in appreciation. Even though they were dumb down, non-verbal and in their head space, they didnât know their own strength in it.
âDumb, sweet puppy,â Jackal giggles at Ranâs eyes, suddenly wide but still wet and soft. âDo you wanna be inside of me that badly, baby?â
Ran nods, fingers digging into Jackal harder as she continues to tantalize her cunt against them. They thrust upward, groaning as Jackal doesnât allow them the chance to push inside of them.
âLook at me, pup,â Her voice is soft, but stern, like sheâs making them follow orders they donât have a choice in making. They love it.
Ran looks, head snapping to attention and blushing as she leans over to kiss their cheek. âEyes on me, good,â She praises. Their breathing comes a little quicker at feeling her lean back again, arching her back. Her fingers guide their cock so slowly, theyâre almost crying out for her to hurry.
Theyâre proud with themself for not doing so, because the next second, the head of their cock is breaching Jackalâs cunt. Ran moans softly, getting louder as Jackal sinks on their cock fully but slowly. Her ass flush against their hips.
She feels tight, twitching a little around their girth. Ran swears they can practically feel their slit leak with their excitement inside of her.
Jackalâs eyelids had fluttered, moaning at the feeling of Ranâs cock inside of her, but also the sweetness of their eyes. Their brows had pinched together and their eyes had gotten glassier, had almost rolled into the back of their head just from being inside of her. But they didnât because they were told to look at her, and they wanted to be good.
She rolls her hips on them, groaning at feeling the head of their cock press her cervix. She rolls her hips forward, sees and hears Ran groan as grinds on their cock.
âSee how wet you made mama, baby?â Jackal purrs, hands sliding back onto the carpet beside each of Ranâs thighs and causing them to whimper at having to let go of her hips. She pulls her hips back slowly, groaning as the slide of their cock sends pleasure up her spine. âLook, puppy. Filthy girl, look whatâcha did.â
Ranâs temples throb at the sight of their cock, half out of Jackalâs pussy but already soaked in a mixture of their arousal. They moan and clutch onto the carpet beneath them as Jackal rolls her hips forward to take them all in again, before rolling them back once more.
Itâs sensual and slow. Jackal adjusting to their size rather quickly due to how wet she is. Sheâs moaning as she goes a little faster. Her hips hypnotic as she takes them with such ease, grinding her cunt into them.
Ran gasps at how fast their orgasm is building. They whine in warning, reaching to squeeze her thighs as they try to thrust into her but her hips are like steel on them. And they donât have the strength to push her off with how their head feels like itâs swimming between the pleasure and their head space.
âItâs okay, pup,â Jackal coos, lips parted at the slide of Ranâs cock in and out of her. Teasing her g-spot with every motion of her hips. âYou donât have to work for it, hm? My sweet puppy. Let mama take care of you.â
Jackal throws her head back as she rides them slow and deep, grinding their head into her g-spot. Her eyelashes dusting over her cheekbones at the slow building of pleasure up her body. She moans as she grinds into them, feeling the muffled sound of their skin colliding.
The sight of her throat bared makes Ran dig their nails into Jackalâs knees, moaning as she rides them so slow but methodical. Each roll and press of her hips has a purpose, and they loved the feeling of her atop them.
It makes the remember when her and her partners tied them up and she saw her ride Sevika with such need. Hard and merciless. Moaning and clawing at her lover beneath her.
It had made them cum down Vandaâs throat.
The mere flash of the moment had their belly tightening. Had their nails dig into her upper knees as their chest heaved with a breath they couldnât fully take.
They donât have a chance to warn her. She was teasing them earlier, had them at the edge of their orgasm while being eaten out. They had held back as much as they could but she always rode with such single-minded determination. It was too much to see, let alone feel.
âOh!â Jackal exclaimed, thighs jolting in surprise at feeling Ran moan so eagerly and fill her with their warmth.
Ran blushes in embarrassment but canât help how quick they cum inside of her. Trickling into her cunt that just squeezes them tighter and makes them yelp as their cock is massaged more.
âAh, sweet girl,â Jackal parts her thighs a fraction, shifting her weight forward, hands on the floor at either side of Ranâs head. She moans as she arches back into them, pouting down at them. âAre you soft, baby?â Jackal could already feel the answer but she still asked to see them whimper and reach for her waist. âMama isnât done with you yet, pup,â Her voice sounded a little rough as she grinds on their lap.
âNgh,â Ran muttered beneath her, their body hot and sticky. âKiss,â They say softly.
âYouâre so fucking adorable, puppy,â Jackal pecks their lips. âMakes mama wanna destroy you.â
Ran can only manage a whimper before Jackalâs mouth pressed onto their own firmly. They move their lips against Jackalâs, shivering at the feeling of her pierced breasts brushing their own. Their fingers squeeze her soft waist, feeling their cock twitch inside of Jackalâs heat when one of her hands is snaking into their hair to scratch at their scalp.
âThatâs it, puppy,â Jackal groans against their mouth, starting to slowly arch her back to continue to fuck herself on them. âMamaâll need more than that, pup. You know this.â
They shiver as she kisses down their throat, smoothing her thumb over the pendant of their collar. They did know how insatiable she is. It was like she never tired herself out if she was fucked like this. Or at all. But theyâve also seen how any stimulation on her clit could make her fall apart.
Their cock kept hardening inside of her. Theyâre whimpering into her mouth when sheâs kissing them again. Her back is curving out to take them in, hips rolling forward until the tip of their cock is inside of her. The motion is repeated, over and over as a soft wet sound starts to echo the room as she picks up speed on their lap.
âMm, good girl,â Jackal licks her lips, giggling breathlessly when Ran starts pecking and kissing along her jaw. Trying to muffle the pleasured moans leaking from their lips. âLove your mouth on me, puppy,â She groans as they lick her throat. Her pussy clenched around them in response. âGood girl, baby. Come for mama, yeah? Be a good dog and cum inside of me again.â
Ran muffled a sob into Jackalâs neck when her cunt is clenching around them. Her ass pressing into them, stimulating the head of their sensitive cock with the deepest part of her cunt.
Her cunt purposefully stayed tight, making her grin at how desperate Ran sounded at the feeling. The soft twitch of their thighs beneath her at the feeling of her skin meeting theirs with each grind and roll of her hips was dizzying for her.
Jackal knew how wet she was, and that Ranâs trimmed bush was drenched in a mixture of their fluids due to it. She could feel the slick slide of it beneath her. She continued to grind and roll her hips on them, not wanting to overwhelm them more than she already was.
Her pussy ached and she moaned as Ranâs nails dug into her sides, as their saliva dripped onto her collarbones from the side of their face being pressed into her shoulder. Their lips parted as they grunted and moaned at the feeling of her slickness engulf their sensitive cock.
âYou feel so good ânside of me, puppy,â Jackal moans, her clit twitching as the grinding on them provided some stimulation.
Ran whined as their face burned hotter at the words, wrapping their arms around her and giving her shallow thrusts. Meeting hers with shaky imitations of their own. âOh, thatâs a good dog,â Jackalâs cunt fluttered around them, no longer purposefully tightening around them. Theyâre sliding so easily inside of her, cock dragging her hot, velvet walls.
Jackal could feel where Ran was hitting inside of her and it made her grind down into them a little harder, chasing the sensation. Itâs sending pleasure up her body, making her all the more desperate to feel them for longer.
But she doesnât want to push, not right now. She just wanted them to feel good. Even if it drove her crazy not to cum right now. She could get off later, by herself or with their help. Right now it was about Ran.
They look so cute, babbling a little against her collarbone as a line of their saliva is trailing down her breast. Both of their skin is slippery and damp with sweat, and they kept clinging onto her and muttering her title into her skin.
Jackalâs other hand knots in Ranâs hair, mindful of their ears still atop their head, maybe now a little skewed. She leans down fully, chest sliding against theirs and feeling them cry a little at the press of her body against them.
âPoor puppy,â Jackalâs voice is breathless and condescending, eagerly grinding on Ranâs lap as they stop thrusting altogether. They couldnât even keep up with their shallow movements, too busy with a clouded head to think properly, let alone act on the pleasure coursing through them. Drooling all over Jackalâs neck while their cock leaked whatever little thoughts they had into Jackalâs pussy. âThatâs it, baby. Just let mama do the work. My sweet girl. You love mamaâs pussy, donâtâcha puppy?â
Ran answers in a sweet mewl, breath coming out in short pants as Jackal starts lifting her hips and dropping them softly on them. The movements arenât hurried, and theyâre silently grateful for it, because they wouldnât be able to take her any other way right now.
Jackal moans as Ran licks her pulse, making her shiver and tighten around their cock a fraction. Theyâre moaning in response to it, stomach twitching and tightening beneath Jackalâs own. Theyâre breathing heavily, focusing on the sensation on their cock, how buried they are inside of her. Their head getting constant, tight, hot stimulation.
âYouâre so close, arenât you, pup?â Jackal pants above them, kissing their shoulder and licking the sweat on their skin. She can feel their breathing change, how their hands knead her sides and thereâs soft, little whimpers so quiet, it almost sounds like theyâre wheezing. âCome for me, puppy. Come inside of me like you were made to do.â
The words make them gasp, bottom lip wet and trembling at the girlâs voice, her body, and the overwhelming feeling consuming them. âMama ââ Ran doesnât have time to warn. Their arms tighten further around Jackal, bucking into her once and throwing their head back as they moan. Theyâre twitching beneath her, hands going to cup her waist now, trying to get her to ease up on her riding.
They get their wrists held above their head, sobbing out a plea when Jackal is rolling her hips hard on them, milking them of all they have left to give for the night. She looks like sheâs fighting to eat them alive. Her eyes shining and wide, her lips parted but curled into a smirk.
Jackal is salivating at the sight of them, dropping her hips on them one final time harshly. Skin on skin slapping together for one final time. They buck and whimper, stray tears sliding into their hairline as their cock dribbles the last of their cum inside of her.
âThatâs a good girl,â Jackal breathes, leaning down to kiss them, slow and soft. Her fingers slide from their wrists to their palms, until they intertwine with each otherâs. It makes them blush beneath her. âNo need to think, baby, hm?â
Ran nods, grunting a little as Jackal lifts her hips and their cock slips from inside of her. They blush at the feeling of her dripping onto their soft shaft.
âLet me leave you in your little bed and get something to clean you up, okay?â Jackal kisses their temple, going to move but gets a whimper and their hands on her waist.
Ranâs head feels like its throbbing, cotton-filled and far. They pull her down and receive a yelp of surprise as their body sends her slipping onto her side, arms caging around her waist, before theyâre pressing their face into her chest and rolling on top of her.
âDonââŚâ Ran muffles into her chest. â âleaseâŚs-stayâŚâ
âHey, puppy, shh,â She kisses a spot between the headband of their ears, rubbing soft circles into their upper back, feeling their muscles relax beneath her touch. âI just want you comfortable, baby, okay?â
Ran whines again, cheek pressing into the center of Jackalâs chest while their lips brush the fold of her breast. One of their arms moving from beneath her to cup the side of her breast, thumb brushing her nipple.
âWant to nurse again, puppy?â Jackal coos at feeling Ran blush against her chest, how they duck their head into her skin to try and hide it.
âYou can, puppy,â Jackal kisses the top of their head, fingers pushing their fringe from their forehead as they shift their head to look up at her. âBut only once Iâve gotten you comfy. Deal?â
Ran huffs and pouts but shifts without being asked. Jackal goes to ask what theyâre doing when their hands are wrapping around her thighs, but sheâs gasping in surprise as they pick her up. She blushes as they bare her weight with ease, hands massaging her ass as they blink in realization theyâd have to stand up fully on two legs.
âYou donât have to carry me, puppy,â Jackal breathes. Itâs still so surprising that her partners bare her weight with such ease, so sheâs equally as surprised that Ran can, as well.
She knows sheâs mid-sized. Painfully average in every way imaginable, but growing up with body image issues never truly goes away. So she still blushes dark and holds onto the ring of Ranâs collar with one hand, the other at their shoulder as they stand.
Theyâre moving quickly, their nose crinkling at the pop in their back but Jackal kissing their cheek makes them hum and rub their cheek into her mouth for more. It makes her giggle as sheâs laid down on the dog beg, sinking into what feels like thick foam beneath the fake fur of it. The feeling is delightful on her back and joints.
Ran is curling into Jackalâs chest as much as they could, lips kissing the length of Jackalâs breast before latching onto her nipple again. Sheâs shivering at the touch, still painfully wet and horny, but she doesnât escalate things again.
Jackal simply wraps her arms around Ranâs neck, feeling them wiggle in a mimic of a tail wag as they knead her thighs. âGood girl, puppy,â Jackal kisses their forehead. âRelax on mama. Let me hold you, sweet pup.â
Ran does so, like they had been waiting for permission even though they knew they didnât need it. Their body sinks into Jackalâs, who sighs at the pressure of them relaxing her a little, in turn.
âRest up, puppy,â Jackal playfully scratches the muscles of their back and feels them shiver and sink into her. âMama will be here when you wake up.â
Ran whines around the bud in their mouth and nods, eyes slipping closed while their mouth still worked the little energy left on Jackalâs breast.
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