Yasmina is in control. There is absolutely no doubt about that. But this is a different control than what Roxanne provided. While the llama’s tongue dances with her own, the rabbit has to wonder which she prefers, if she prefers one or likes them just as much!
The kiss breaks, and in that sparkling moment, a strand of saliva drips between the two and onto their chests. It’s a sight that Artemis barely catches through crossed eyes, wanting to take in every moment of delight that is coming her way.
A click by her ears is the only warning Artemis gets before her arms flop down to her sides and she collapses into Yasmina’s arms, falling face-first against her breasts.
Holding her in a gentle, yet commanding, embrace, Yasmina leads her over toward the bed. The queen steps aside and watches with eyes filled with wonder at the sight. The mattress is softer than any the traveling rabbit had felt in her simple lifetime, and she sighs as she enjoys the tranquility, but that’s when the llama’s massive member lands next to her on the edge of the bed.
“You are quite beautiful,” Yasmina says, giggling gently, stroking a finger up and down along her shaft. “But you’re much too small for me.
A mix of relief and disappointment washes over Artemis, if only just a moment.
The llama climbs up and places a hand upon Artemis’ shoulder, turning her around to face away from her. “Luckily, I have an idea of how you can be of service.”
Soon, Yasmina lays beside her, a larger spoon in the bed with her. The llama wraps her arms around Artemis’ body, just underneath her breasts. She lets the rabbit’s head press against her chest for additional warmth and support, and nudges a knee between Artemis’ legs.
Taking the hint, the bunny slowly spreads, and soon, that thick, warm, large rod rubs up between her legs, resting in between her thighs and teasing at her already drooling womanhood.
Yasmina whispers. “You’ll have to please all sorts of clients in all sorts of ways, you know. It’s best to get creative when a cock is simply too big to fit in your meager holes.”
She slides a hand down, urging Artemis to lower her leg. She does so, which gives the rabbit a strange sensation of some leverage in the situation. This position isn’t about taking pleasure from her, using her and leaving her to hang. No, this is a more active approach, and one that is coupled with a tender and warm embrace.
She rocks her hips, letting her thighs stroke along that meaty member. She can’t help herself but let out her own little giggle at it. Such a strange, but alluring situation.
Yasmina laughs in turn, rocking her hips against her, letting out a deep and breathy sigh onto the rabbit’s neck.
Artemis drifts off to a realm of delight as she feels every heart beat, shudders to every breath, and triumphs at the soft sighs ushering out from her partner’s throat. By rocking her hips over and over at this monstrously big cock, she’s able to give this delicate beauty the love she deserves.
Is she actually starting to like being here? Did Mabb somehow lead her down this path without Artemis knowing it?
Yasmina’s rockings increase, and the llama leans in over her, squeezing herself against her bunny bedmate. The rabbit recognizes what this precipitates, that feeling of impending climax. She knows how to service it. Her speed matches the stroking, and she coos and reaches back, stroking Yasmina’s cheek.
That last gesture seems to do something for the llama, because she rolls onto her back, bringing Artemis with her, giving the bunny quite the reason to yelp and squeal. Between her legs, the grand rod pumps and quivers and finally shoots, sending white pearly warmth up into the air, sprinkling down onto her tummy and tits. Artemis sighs, but squeaks and squirms when some lands on her nose and cheek and even higher. She closes one eye, feeling the warmth of a splotch on the lid, and she lays there, panting, staining the cock with her own release, and collapsing back against the llama.
“Fuck…” she breathes out “That… that was amazing…”
Yasmina pets the rabbit’s sides, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Take a rest for a moment,” she coos. “Then you can really show your appreciation however you’d like.”
When Artemis first arrived here, she had vowed to herself that she would do whatever it takes to fulfill her patron’s quest. She thought that meant something far more dignified among the Tower, but now, she realizes that another path lays before her. The strangest part is, that path is one that she had never considered for herself… yet one that she is now more than happy to embrace. At least for now.
“My… appreciation…?” she finally sighs after a good minute of laying down, enjoying the fluff and the warmth of her llama friend.
“You know how you’re going to show it?” Yasmina asks, a finger stroking up and down the rabbit’s side.
Without an answer, Artemis rolls onto her stomach, laying face-to-face with the guard, a gently shy smile upon her features. She crawls down over that beautiful feminine form and down between the lovely lady’s legs.
Yasmina’s cock is huge. It’s quite the contradiction to the demure and polite lady that owned it. Or perhaps, it isn’t? The rabbit’s finger strokes up and down the side of the shaft, her gaze focused upon the twitching, glistening rod.
Why would it be a contradiction? Yasmina has to be polite and considerate when wielding a weapon like this. Something like that illusory phallus that Roxanne used could plow into a girl with little regard for doing any damage, but this would totally scramble someone’s insides if not used with care and consideration.
It’s so heavy that even when erect, it has a hard time rising up into the air. Artemis helps with that by holding it at its base.
She never paid attention to those big round orbs underneath of that shaft, but now, she finds her mouth watering just at the sight of them. How can this be that she’d become so cock hungry in such a little bit of time? Maybe, it’s not because of the cock, but because of the woman that owns it?