I’m balls-deep in her, this blonde fox chick with a body that’s all curves and heat, her pussy so wet it’s dripping down my thighs as she rides me like a goddamn animal. “Mmm, fuck, yes!” she moans, her voice rough and needy, claws digging into my chest as she slams her hips down, taking every inch of me. Her tail’s thrashing, blonde hair wild, and her golden eyes burn into mine while I grab her juicy ass, thrusting up hard, groaning “Shit, you’re tight!” It’s pure bliss—her slick walls clenching, her tits bouncing in my face, and that musky, honey scent of hers driving me wild. I’m grunting, lost in it, her “Ahhh, harder!” pushing me to the edge—then it hits me, a flicker in my head: this is a dream, a wet, filthy dream, and I’m loving every second of it. But before I can laugh it off, a real “Ughhh, ahhh, mmm” rips me awake—my cock’s throbbing, buried in a hot, sucking void. My eyes fly open, and she’s there: the same blonde fox lady, real as hell, sucking me like an abyss, her tongue rough and relentless, lashing my tip. “Mmmph, so good,” she growls, her throat rippling as she takes me deep, claws raking my thighs while her dripping pussy humps my leg, fingers fucking herself. I grab her hair, gasping “Ohhh, fuck!” as she sucks harder, pulling a roaring “Shit, ahhh!” from me—hot cum flooding her mouth, and she swallows it down, moaning like a starved beast.Last night’s a foggy mess—too much ale, too many shots, all because that caravan rolled into town. I’d staggered out of the tavern, head spinning, legs buckling, and crashed somewhere in the alley—crates or dirt, didn’t give a damn. I’d seen them earlier: a troupe of demi-human fox performers, tails swaying, silks barely hiding their bodies, strutting through the streets with music and wild laughs. I’d blacked out, head full of booze, and slipped into that dream—her fucking me senseless, wet and feral—figuring it was just my dick talking after the night. Didn’t expect it to turn real.She’d hunted me down, sprawled there with my pants half-off from my drunken stumble. The alley stank of piss and sweat, but she was in heat, and I was her prey. She’d crawled over me, tail flicking, her silks torn open—pert tits out, ass swaying, blonde hair catching the dim lantern glow. Her claws yanked my pants down, tongue flicking my cock as she purred, “Mmm, all mine.” I’d stirred, still dreaming at first, her mouth closing around me with a wet slurp that blurred the line between sleep and reality. Her quiet “Ahh, yes” as she fingered her soaked slit snapped me out of it—and there she was, real, sucking me like she’d die without it, her golden eyes locked on mine.Now, she pulls off with a slick pop, licking her lips, her face flushed and feral. “Awake, huh?” she rasps, climbing up to straddle me, her dripping pussy sinking onto my cock in one messy thrust. “Fuck me good,” she snarls, riding me hard, tits bouncing, tail whipping as I grip her hips and pound up, the crates creaking under us. “Ohhh, yes!” she howls, claws scratching my chest, her pussy squeezing so tight I see stars, cumming with a shudder that milks me dry again. I’m panting, wrecked, her scent burned into me—but then I catch it: a rustle beside me, something moving in the dark. She smirks, still impaled on me, whispering, “They’re waiting, too,” and my eyes dart to the shadows—another shape shifting, close, alive, and my gut twists as it slithers nearer.

I’m balls-deep in her, this blonde fox chick with a body that’s all curves and heat, her pussy so wet it’s dripping down my thighs as she rides me like a goddamn animal. “Mmm, fuck, yes!” she moans, her voice rough and needy, claws digging into my chest as she slams her hips down, taking every inch of me. Her tail’s thrashing, blonde hair wild, and her golden eyes burn into mine while I grab her juicy ass, thrusting up hard, groaning “Shit, you’re tight!” It’s pure bliss—her slick walls clenching, her tits bouncing in my face, and that musky, honey scent of hers driving me wild. I’m grunting, lost in it, her “Ahhh, harder!” pushing me to the edge—then it hits me, a flicker in my head: this is a dream, a wet, filthy dream, and I’m loving every second of it. But before I can laugh it off, a real “Ughhh, ahhh, mmm” rips me awake—my cock’s throbbing, buried in a hot, sucking void. My eyes fly open, and she’s there: the same blonde fox lady, real as hell, sucking me like an abyss, her tongue rough and relentless, lashing my tip. “Mmmph, so good,” she growls, her throat rippling as she takes me deep, claws raking my thighs while her dripping pussy humps my leg, fingers fucking herself. I grab her hair, gasping “Ohhh, fuck!” as she sucks harder, pulling a roaring “Shit, ahhh!” from me—hot cum flooding her mouth, and she swallows it down, moaning like a starved beast.

Last night’s a foggy mess—too much ale, too many shots, all because that caravan rolled into town. I’d staggered out of the tavern, head spinning, legs buckling, and crashed somewhere in the alley—crates or dirt, didn’t give a damn. I’d seen them earlier: a troupe of demi-human fox performers, tails swaying, silks barely hiding their bodies, strutting through the streets with music and wild laughs. I’d blacked out, head full of booze, and slipped into that dream—her fucking me senseless, wet and feral—figuring it was just my dick talking after the night. Didn’t expect it to turn real.

She’d hunted me down, sprawled there with my pants half-off from my drunken stumble. The alley stank of piss and sweat, but she was in heat, and I was her prey. She’d crawled over me, tail flicking, her silks torn open—pert tits out, ass swaying, blonde hair catching the dim lantern glow. Her claws yanked my pants down, tongue flicking my cock as she purred, “Mmm, all mine.” I’d stirred, still dreaming at first, her mouth closing around me with a wet slurp that blurred the line between sleep and reality. Her quiet “Ahh, yes” as she fingered her soaked slit snapped me out of it—and there she was, real, sucking me like she’d die without it, her golden eyes locked on mine.

Now, she pulls off with a slick pop, licking her lips, her face flushed and feral. “Awake, huh?” she rasps, climbing up to straddle me, her dripping pussy sinking onto my cock in one messy thrust. “Fuck me good,” she snarls, riding me hard, tits bouncing, tail whipping as I grip her hips and pound up, the crates creaking under us. “Ohhh, yes!” she howls, claws scratching my chest, her pussy squeezing so tight I see stars, cumming with a shudder that milks me dry again. I’m panting, wrecked, her scent burned into me—but then I catch it: a rustle beside me, something moving in the dark. She smirks, still impaled on me, whispering, “They’re waiting, too,” and my eyes dart to the shadows—another shape shifting, close, alive, and my gut twists as it slithers nearer.

I was in town for my usual run when I heard a caravan will be stopping by. It was a nice crowd, everyone's drinking and having fun. And the caravan was filled with tons of beautiful demi-human entertainers. It's been a while since a caravan stayed in the town, even give free performance and they always have the best booze in the whole kingdom.

Until I got woken up by a smooth moaning sounds. I thought I'm just having a good dream when I feel something moving in my legs. When I opened my eyes, I saw these good pair of boobs, they are amazing and nips are perking... 

That time I wake up to a caravan filed by lust and demi-humans

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