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Possum Prison Pussy

Part 9: One-Eyed Jack

Sneak Peek

“Well ain’t that a pretty picture,” Magnus smiled as he gripped one of Sylva’s chees, his thick calloused fingers spreading it wide, his thumb pulling at the edge of that pucker to spread it and let a bit of that zebra spunk well up before spilling out. “You done good Crux.”

The zebra huffed, a little winded as he backed up, watching Magnus work. The big elephant took his thick member by the base, his dark gray shaft and fleshy pink tip scooped up that nut before it dripped onto the floor. It was still warm, and Magnus could feel the heat from that asshole as he lined his cock up with that used hole. Magnus was fully hard from watching, his cock easily a foot and a half of bitch destroying meat, thicker than Sylva’s forearm, and dripping with virility. Already Magnus’s shaft was pulsing, throbbing with need and welling up clear pre, though it needn’t have. As the big elephant pressed his dick against that hole, Sylva moaned, his pucker clenching in a pleasurable ache and squirting a healthy amount of zebra nut over that cock.

“That’s right Emma, be a good girl for Daddy,” Magnus rumbled, his permanent scowl breaking into that dark, crooked grin. That smile was like a reaper’s scythe, a promise that things could get so much worse if you didn’t obey. Somehow that both terrified and thrilled Sylva, his shaky legs pushing back against that dick head as Magnus pressed it in.

“Yes Boss,” Sylva murred, his tail wrapping around Magnus’s waist and weakly pulling at him to get in deeper. With minimal pressure, that thick head slipped inside Sylva. The possum’s toes clenched as his hole was sore from the stretching he got from Crux, but it wasn’t unbearable. Sylva bit his pillow and pushed back, but a strong fist on the base of his tail shocked him into staying still.

“You going to short me because you’re tired, princess?” Magnus had a dark grin in his voice, that proverbial scythe lowering around Sylva’s neck as a warning. Sylva clenched up, his hole gripping that cock head as it spread him wide, his hole barely able to do more than twitch around him with how heavily spread his pucker was on that shaft.

“No, Boss,” Sylva shivered in a mix of fear and exhilaration. “No, I just want you inside me so bad, that, mfff, I can’t wait.”

“Good answer,” Magnus gave an approving grunt, that proverbial scythe leaving Sylva’s throat. “Now, we’re taking this at my pace. Nice and slow. I’m not dumb enough to crack your ass and set my plans back. So don’t be trying to hurt yourself or I’ll make sure you make up the losses. Feel me?”

“Yes Boss,” Sylva shuddered, his back arching, his toes fanning, his cunt dripping. Was he…enjoying this?

“Good girl, Emma,” Magnus pressed his hips forward, his cock sinking in until he found that prostate. He could tell by the way Sylva gave a pitiful gasp and his fur stood on end. “That’s right. You do as you’re told, you make me money, and you keep my dick nice and wet, and everyone is going to have a good time.”

Magnus pulled back, his cock glazed in a mix of zebra cum and spit, that hole a sopping mess. Magnus grinned at the sight as some of that cum tried to dribble out, but he pressed forward, the excess pearls rolling over his shaft as he worked himself, and that nut, deeper. He pulled back, those sloppy seconds glistening over more of his shaft as he slipped back in, that prostate a little nub that he would work over each time, rolling more of that nut on his dick with each gentle gyration of his hips.

Sylva had been around the cell block enough times to know how many people Magnus had broken with his cock. Sylva knew he was lucky that Magnus found use for him beyond just a piece of means, because he could have easily gotten raped to pieces, his holes a bloody mess. But so long as he had worth, so long as his holes were entertaining, Sylva knew he could avoid that fate. Even from Magnus himself.

That thought caused Sylva’s pussy to drool, his prostate being played with making that pussy shoot little dribbles of pre every so often. Each rolling thrust working over his prostate like some grease monkey waxing his prized car. Wax on, wax off, over and over. Deeper and warmer.

“That’s it,” Magnus rumbled. “Be a good little prison bitch and just take it. Take it like a good girl.” Magnus gave a little harsh thrust there. Nothing big, nothing that would truly break the marsupial, but it caused a few thick jets of Crux nut to squirt from the possum’s hole. Sylva gave a gasp, his asshole squelching out thick ropes, painting his cheeks, and welling up along that shaft. The pearly essence slicked over Magnus’s shaft, glazing it in a musky froth as he pushed it back in with his cock. Drawing back, stringing it out over his monster cock before shoving it back in, his own shaft shooting his pre and making that sloppy hole sloppier.

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