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Scott & Michele's first passionate night together continues.

Glittering, blue scales covered the heavily muscled, waspishly shaped form. Slight but lithe, seemingly capable of moving with an electric grace. Fine, chiseled face surrounding eyes hiding a hooded strength.

He uncoiled slowly, standing before them as a dervish smile formed on his fluid features. "Shorn... A new one? She has the look of a frightened deer" He said, leering at the girl hiding in the shadows. Finding her eyes with his, following every nervous twitch, he scratched absently at the dark outline of a sinuous snake showing through the scales on his upper arm. "Step forward, lass. Strip for us, you won't be needing those clothes anymore".

Cassandra edged forward into the room, standing between the two tall men. Suddenly in her element, she began gyrating to an unheard beat, spinning in place as she pulled her worn, pale green tight fitting tank top off over her head. Her long auburn hair whipped between the men crowding her as a strong hand settled around her hip and pulled her roughly towards the scent of cinnamon, soft lips nuzzling against her nipples as she struggled out of tattered blue jeans, fingers brushing against a growing bulge in Shorn's cotton trousers.

Clad only in her thin panties, she leaned into him, hand rubbing Shorn's growing erection as he pushed her down onto a cold steel tattooist's chair. Wreath, the azure scaled tattooist, pinned her arms at her sides, securing her hands in vice-like manacles as Shorn shrugged out of his trousers, sitting squarely between her spread legs, fingers circling against the wetness of her loins, soaking through the thin undergarment.

The shocking drone of an electric tattoo gun broke the lust-like scene unfolding in the room before her as Wreath crouched over her prone form. "Pain and pleasure mixed is the ultimate achievement of post-human ascendency... And for myself, work before play."

The gun bit into Cassandra's neck, carving the outline of a lifelike human-fox hybrid dancing under misty moonlight as Shorn ripped away her underwear, forcing two long fingers into her wet sex, grinning as his large member dripped precum along the inside of her thighs. Lining the massive head up with her tight tunnel, he reached forward, digging nails into the tight flesh of her perky tits, pulling her forward to impale herself as the tattoo gun left ink-filled furrows in the skin of her neck.

Groaning in pain and gasping in pleasure, Cassandra wrapped her legs tightly around Shorn's waist, pulling him into her. He began thrusting, her hips creaking as he penetrated her, juice dripping from her tight pussy, making the steel chair slip under her as Shorn struck out with his left hand, fingers wrapping into her hair with an animal lust, holding her still whilst Wreath concentrated on her neck, purposefully oblivious to her precarious situation.

Cassandra writhed with the swollen member filling her as Shorn beat out a fast tempo with his cock, sliding almost all the way out of her before driving back in with fierce joy. His face contorted as his thrusts became shorter and stronger, pumping her full of his seed.

Cassandra blinked owlishly at Shorn, eyes full of needful lust as he began wiping his dripping member off against her legs, pussy stretched as cum slid down her legs in large gobbets. "P...Please Shorn... Sir... Finish me off... I need to cumm... Please? I was so close..." She gasped out between deep breaths.

Shorn laughed scornfully as Wreath finished the tattoo, the fox dripping crimson from the depth the gun was forced into her skin. "You are nothing, to us. Satisfy our pleasure and we will make sure you are well cared for. Make us angry, and we will leave you with the horses come breeding season..."

Shorn stood, cock already shrinking as he pushed it gently back into his pants.

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