Yasmina bites her lip in anticipation.
Artemis does not want to disappoint her. The rabbit starts slowly, kissing one of those wondrous orbs, her hand stroking leisurely along the slickened pole. She sighs, her ears laying against her as she relaxes into it, stroking with slow, sloppy strokes as she presses little pecks against the package.
Yasmina sighs, sliding her hands over the mattress and underneath her pillow. She pushes her hips forward, just a bit, letting herself get lost in the moment.
Artemis’ face burns bright, but she rolls out her tongue, licking over the sack and then slipping over to give the other equal attention. Her breath comes out in broken huffs of excitement. She can’t believe what she’s doing, and yet, she feels as if its something that has been natural to her her whole adult life. Does this make her some kind of whore? Is this something wrong for her? Then, why does it feel like this is where she belongs, making others feel good?
A larger lick is accompanied by a laughing breath, letting out hot air to the shaft before her. This makes the llama shudder and moan. That tongue presses against the base of the cock and slides up along the shaft. Having it between her thighs is one thing, but to have this so close to her mouth makes the rabbit realize just how enormous this schlong actually is. Are there girls who can take this? Does Yasmina ever have herself fulfilled?
With a flick of her tongue over her tip, she emboldens herself and asks, her fingers stroking along the base. “Are you feeling good?” She directs the question towards the proctor and her feelings instead of Artemis’ skill.
Yasmina takes notice, opening one eye, nodding, her lip firmly in her mouth trying to hold back the sounds.
Just seeing that attempt to keep from moaning makes Artemis bolder. She holds the cock with both hands, kissing the head, and gently pressing it against her lips. She attempts to keep her opening as tight as she can, but the reality of the situation soon makes itself clear. With the head and the first inch inside her, the rabbit looks like a ridiculous caricature, cheeks puffed, eyes wide, body shuddering as she’s finding herself stuffed.
A single thrust could make her gag with extreme ease. Would Yasmina assert dominance here and make her look the fool?
Artemis did not have to worry about that. Yasmina just sat laid back, her chest rising and falling in delighted breaths, her eyes closed. This blissful repose tells Artemis all that she needs to know—she’s doing a great job.
So, two hands stroke along the cock, alternating as they slide up over the shaft. Her mouth slips down and up along the pole, taking as much as she can, which she admits must not be very much at all. For a time, she is stuck in this zen, as there’s no word from Yasmina.
And during that time, Artemis feels… happy.
Out of nowhere, the cock tenses up. That all-too-familiar feeling of orgasm coming to the llama. Artemis notices the twitch and the tensing of Yasmina fighting against her natural inclination to release, but Artemis slows down… not too much, not too much…
The cock calms down, and the llama does it… she moans, gripping the sheets, squirming underneath of the rabbit’s touch.
Over on the side of the room, the Xanthous Queen smiles, resting the back of her hand on her chin. “My, my, my,” she speaks in a soft voice. “She really does have the natural talent, doesn’t she?”
“She really knows how to handle that dick, boss.” Roxanne added, hands on her hips. “I’m surprised she calmed Yasmina down like that.”
“Yes, we shall be watching her career with great interest,” the queen says.” And then she steps up, placing a hand upon Artemis’ shoulder. “Congratulations,” she smiles. “You’ve done an excellent job. Welcome to La tana di Chiara.
Artemis pulls her mouth free from that cock, holding onto the pole, breathing a few hot and heavy breaths upon the pearling tip. “Just… a few… more minutes…” she breathes.
The queen chuckles at that, patting the rabbit upon the head. “Of course, dear. You deserve your victory lap.”
Artemis can’t help herself but press her hand against the Xanthous Queen’s touch, nuzzling against her for a moment before she lowers herself down over Yasmina’s body once again. “I can’t stop until I’ve given Yasmina everything she’s needed.”
“Quite a caring soul you are,” the queen says, a smile upon her snout. “She’s more than capable of finishing herself, of course.”
Artemis strokes her fingers along the length. “A lady cannot be left to tend to herself, am I correct?”
Yasmina’s breath quickens, nodding. “Thank you very much…. Mm… I knew I picked the right person…”
“Can I hear it?” Artemis asks.
Yasmina blinks, tilting her head down toward the rabbit. “Hear what?”
The slow stroking continues, and the confident look upon her face melts into a needy, yet confident glance. “That you need to cum.”
“By the gods…” Yasmina breathes, squinting her eyes shut, rubbing her hands quickly over the sheets. “I need to cum…. Mm… please!”
Yasmina bites her lip, her cock so erect and so tall, tensing and untensing, precum pearling at the tip and then oozing down the side.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” says the rabbit, giving her a nice and polite smile.
Artemis catches that wavering cock, slurping it up and wrapping her lips around the tip, staring directly at the llama’s eyes. “Mmmm…!”
“M… my goodness…” Yasmina’s voice is a higher pitch now, her eyes shaking, her lips quivering. “W… what passion… nnmm… what service!”
Artemis speeds up, using both hands and putting her back into it, bobbing her head over the tip. It’s time for the grand finale with the queen herself standing right beside the two.
Yasmina’s back arches up from the bed. She throws her head back. Her hips push up, threatening to go too deep into the rabbit’s mouth.
While Artemis’ cheeks puff out like some sort of over-eager toad, she prepares herself for the impact.
Meanwhile, Yasmina’s gasps and panting breaths get higher and higher, her dignified position melting away into a needful animal stuck in the throes of delight and want.
“My, my, my…” The Xanthous Queen says to herself, tapping her cheek. “That’s something you don’t see every day…”