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“Yarne,” Panne growed. Her voice was severe and kind of scary only now the effect was softened because he was balls deep inside of her. The two of them lay in the meadow at night, which was apparently some ancient taguel mating ritual.
“Y-yes?” Yarne panted.
“Move faster,” She replied.
He didn't know how he expected him to focus when they were like this. He moved his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her. He was teaching her a position called “the matting press.” All of this was overwhelming. His mom smelled so good. And she tasted great. So dark and intoxicating. She'd only let him kiss her for a little before she pinned him down and eventually ended up on her back.
Yarne looked down at her. She clung to his back. The whole thing started out clinical, her wanting to make sure the taguel didn't die out because of his incompetence.
Panne was so soft. Her fur smelled like flowers and her boobs pressed against his chest every time he leaned down. His tail wagged gently back and forth. He kept thrusting inside of her, trying to pay attention to when she actually moaned. When her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Which wasn't often. Yarne was nearly lost in the bliss. He came inside of her with a muffled apology.
Panne was his mom. She might have nursed him with her breasts. But she was his mom from a different timeline and she was trying to help. Yarne never got to really know his mother from his timeline. She'd tried to teach him how to survive. It would be all for nothing if their species couldn't survive.
“You're not going to get anyone pregnant like that,” Panne said finally. Cum was dripping onto the grass.
“Relax,” She said. Easier said than done. “And keep going,” she demanded. She leaned forward and kissed his head. Yarne's ears and tail waggled happily.
He wanted to say he couldn't possibly go again. When he'd masturbated it was quiet, frantic and pitiful. Not with another person. A woman. If this was to be expected of him he didn't know what he'd do. He'd thought of his father and how surely he'd managed to get Panne pregnant. Yarne might be just half taguel but he could do this.
Just touching Panne and being kissed again, Yarne's cock was hard again. He started to move again. Faster this time. Panne even thrusted her hips to meet him. She felt wetter too. Sometimes she'd tell him, “harder” or “right there.” It was like when they sparred in the past. Panne was right about him needing to be strong. He should listen and give into his instincts. Do what he could, especially since it felt good.
Panne's pussy gushed. She was tight around him, her long legs swaying in the air. She cried out and he did as well. Even panting and shaking from cumming twice, when Panne said to keep going Yarne did.