ROYAL REWARD: Futanari’s Nyeat Nyew Bed (Latex, Forniphilia, Cumflation, Futanari)

Futanari’s bed squeaked as she shifted in her sleep, rolling onto her back with her cock aimed at the ceiling, a fat pole, flag white and dripping. 

Beneath her, Yukino moaned as her latex prison shifted around her, rubbing against her breasts and her crotch as her owner turned atop her. Only one part of her body remained exposed to the air, and it certainly wasn’t a part of her she wanted unprotected: the taste of Futanari’s cum was still fresh on her breath. 

When the Bakeneko had taken her captive, Yukino had expected to suffer all number of terrible fates. She could have been turned into a sextoy: into a doll or an onahole. Or worse, something completely disposable, like a condom. Somehow, however, she’d never imagined being wrapped in latex and used like this: her body trapped, rigid, in the shape of a bed, with her mouth positioned perfectly for her awful owner’s second tail to slip inside it as she slept. She couldn’t even spit it out or ignore it–something about her new state compelled her to take the awful thing between her lips and suck it and tongue it until it finally– urgh! She was getting mad just thinking about it. 

As she struggled for the thousand and most futile time of them all, she heard the familiar squeak of her owner shifting and felt the weight of her awful feline body as she turned, turned, slowly turned, bringing Yukino’s recurring punishment back towards her mouth again. 

N-no! Yukino wailed, as the familiar scent of semen filled her nostrils. No! How can you want it again already? It’s only been a few minutes! 

Her owner’s cock fell flat on her lips, striking the latex around her mouth with a plap. Yukino moaned, but internally she released a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t actually inside her yet. 

She should have waited to count that chicken: no sooner had she had the thought than Futanari’s cock twitched and moved on its own, slithering over her like a serpent. In her horror, she froze for an instant… before squirming madly, struggling desperately to get away. The thought of that awful member filling her again, and so soon made her want to–

Schlup! As if prompted by her thoughts, Futa’s cock slammed through her lips and all the way to her throat, threatening to choke her. Yukino squirmed, her eyes wide in disgust–

–and then, just like that, her programming took over her. Tightening her lips, she started to suck and lick and slurp, putting all her energy into the process even as her stomach turned over. Urgh! She couldn’t believe it was happening again. 

As the touch of her tongue, Futanari’s cock hardened. Yukino shivered it tensed inside her, veins throbbing, tip dripping precum. Trickling from the awful serpent’s end, the disgustingly sticky substance slipped from the tap and dripped down her throat, leaving her to screw up her eyes and groan in disgust at the taste. She hated it! 

From above came an audible moan that matched her silent one. Unlike Yukino, however, Futanari sounded as if she were having a lot more fun. Tightening her eyes, Yukino groaned as she imagined what awful things a Bakeneko might have wet dreams about. 

Despite her reservations, her lips and her tongue continued to move on their own, licking and slurping and sucking and lapping and lathering Futa’s rock hard shaft in her saliva. With every little tickle and touch, every slide up and down and every curl around its length, the Bakeneko’s penis grew a little harder, a little larger, throbbed a little more, its virile length pulsing with pent-up sexuality. From above, the moans of Futanari grew louder and louder. 

And then, as if to guillotine any hopes Yukino had that her situation might improve, the Bakeneko started to buck, bouncing her hips on the latex mattress as if she intended to taunt her. Yukino moaned as the catgirl’s cock slammed through her lips, its tip striking the back of her mouth over and over and over, and all while it squirted mouthful after mouthful of precum, so thick and salty she couldn’t do anything but swallow it as fast as possible. She wanted to throw up. 

Finally, after one last intense round of sucking and pumping, Futanari’s cock suddenly tensed, its entire length turning as rigid as stone. The catgirl above stopped moving, and Yukino heard their low-pitched whine rising steadily into a moan. 

“NnnnnnnnnnNNNYYAH!” 

With a roar, Futanari’s cock exploded. 

In an instant, an ocean of semen filled Yukino’s mouth. Moaning, she struggled to swallow it, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of thick, cloying cum, mouthfuls that were, of course, immediately replaced by another generous helping of the stuff. 

With each liter of the awful substance she swallowed, her stomach grew a little fuller, pumped and stretched till it pushed against the latex covering it and lifted Futanari’s feet up at the end of the bed. The internal pressure made Yukino want to scream–she’d never felt anything so intense, but she just couldn’t stop swallowing. 

The flow of semen continued to pour without end. 

***

Rolling over in bed, Futanari sat up and stretched, yawning. “Nyah~, good morning, nya,” she said to herself. Rubbing her eyes, she slipped her feet off the side, turned, and came to an immediate stop. “Eh, what’s this, nya?” 

Near the end of her beautiful, latex-coated woman-bed lay a fat lump, as if an exercise ball had somehow been squeezed into the latex. Bending down, she gave it an experimental poke and giggled when a thin whine escaped the bed’s mouth. 

“Huh,” she said, stepping back. “I guess I had a really wild nyight last nyight, nya.”