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Anime vs Disney Yuri: The Mates of the Fox Girls.	By : Menydragon5 Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 2134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The dusty saloon of Pecos Bill lay quiet, the pattered wooden floors yearning for the stomping boots of Slue-foot Sue, the fiery redhead whose spirit was as wild as the west itself. But she was nowhere to be found, not a trace of her laughter echoed through the walls, not even a whisper of her name danced in the dry, desert air. The locals had grown accustomed to her fiery spirit and the tantalizing tales she brought from her escapades with Bill's jealous steed, Widowmaker. Her absence was a peculiar one, leaving an emptiness that no pint of ale could fill.

Her legend grew with every moonrise, whispers of her bustling silhouette on the horizon, a crimson-haired goddess riding the night sky. Yet, she remained elusive, as if the very fabric of reality had swallowed her whole. The townsfolk spoke in hushed tones of the night she disappeared, leaving behind only her iconic white gloves, a crimson feather, and a trail of cosmic dust. Some claimed she had been shot to the moon by the wrathful horse, while others believed she had simply moved on to greener pastures, or perhaps to a place where she could tame the stars themselves.

Bisca Connell, a recent transplant to this peculiar town, found herself intrigued by the myth of Slue-foot Sue. The young woman with brownish purple eyes and a fierce determination had recently traded her bandit's cloak for the emblem of Fairy Tail, seeking redemption and belonging in a world where she was once feared. Her newfound kinship with the guild had softened her edges, but the flame of her arrogance still burned brightly, hidden beneath her kind smile and sharper cheekbones. As she sat in her modest room, the shadows of the setting sun painted her curvy figure in a warm glow, the silence was pierced by an unexpected presence.

The window creaked open, a waft of exotic scents flooding the room, and there she was – a vision of gray hair and mischief, a woman with fox-like features and a knowing smile that spoke of secrets untold. The fox girl's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she beheld Bisca, who remained blissfully unaware of the enchantment about to unfold. With a flick of her wrist, she released a tendril of magical smoke that coiled around the room like a serpent seeking its prey. It found its way to Bisca's nostrils, invading her senses with a rush of euphoria and bewilderment.

The moment the smoke entered her, Bisca's body froze, a statue of a cowgirl caught in time. Then, without warning, she began to spin, her form a whirlwind of motion and color, a human tornado contained within the four walls of her chamber. The fox girl watched with amusement, her tail swishing as the transformation took hold. Bisca's eyes rolled back in her head, her body contorting in a symphony of unseen forces, and she felt a strange heat building within her core.

"What the..." Bisca managed to squeak out, her voice lost in the chaos of her spinning world. The fox girl leaned closer, her smile growing wider.

"Don't worry, darling," she purred, her voice a melody that seemed to resonate within Bisca's very soul, "This is just a little gift from me to you."

Bisca's eyes snapped open, the dizziness subsiding as the world stopped its maddening dance. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what she saw in the mirror across the room. The reflection revealed a pair of green fox ears atop her head, twitching with curiosity, and a green tail that curled around with a white tip peeking out from beneath her skirt.

"What the hell?" Bisca shouted, her hand flying to the new appendages. The fox girl vanished with a mischievous giggle, leaving Bisca to ponder her new form.

Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion and excitement. The sensation of the tail was unlike anything she had ever felt, a phantom limb that seemed to have a mind of its own. She could feel it brushing against the back of her legs, the soft fur caressing her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her ears, too, were alive with sensation, picking up every little sound, amplifying the whispers of the evening outside.

But it was the hunger that took her by surprise, a ravenous desire unlike any she had felt before. It was a craving that went beyond food or thirst, a yearning deep in her marrow, a need to breed with other women that consumed her thoughts. She felt a wetness between her legs, a sudden heat that grew with every second that passed.

"What have you done to me?" Bisca demanded of the empty room, her voice trembling.

The fox girl's voice echoed in her mind, "I've made you what you truly desire to be. A creature of passion, a seductress of the sands."

The transformation complete, Bisca took a tentative step, her tail swaying behind her. The weight of her new body was surprisingly natural, as if she had been born with these additions. Her breasts felt heavier, more sensitive, and her hips had a newfound sway that drew the eye.

Her mind raced with thoughts of the women she had encountered in her life, her comrades, her enemies, and those she had merely passed by. Each face morphed into an image of raw, carnal desire, each body a landscape of unexplored pleasure.

"This isn't me," she murmured, but the words felt hollow. The truth was, she liked the feeling, the power that pulsed through her veins, the thrill of the chase that now coursed through her.

The fox girl's laughter danced through the air, "Oh, but it is, Bisca. You just didn't know it yet."

With that, the fox girl's silhouette reappeared in the mirror, a knowing smirk painted on her lips. "Go on, indulge. The night is young, and the west is wide."

And with a wink, she was gone, leaving Bisca to face the reflection of a new identity, a creature of desire and lust, ready to conquer the uncharted territories of passion.

Suddenly, the quiet evening was shattered by a loud splash, and Bisca's gaze darted to the window. In the trough outside her window, a figure emerged, drenched and disoriented. A head of fiery red hair bobbed to the surface, and a pair of blue eyes narrowed in fury. It was Slue-foot Sue, the very woman she had heard so much about, the one who had vanished without a trace. The sight of the gorgeous redhead, soaking wet and seething with anger, was like a jolt of lightning to Bisca's senses.

"What the devil...?" Slue-foot Sue spat out a mouthful of water, her eyes blazing with a fury that could rival the sun.

Bisca's eyes widened, unable to tear herself away from the sight. The redhead's wet clothes clung to her, outlining the curves and valleys of her voluptuous figure. Her ample breasts heaved with each furious breath, and her long legs looked as if they could outrun the very wind itself.

"Who the hell are you?" Sue bellowed, her voice as fiery as her hair, as she climbed out of the trough.

"I-I'm Bisca," she stuttered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and arousal.

Sue's eyes narrowed as she took in the green-haired beauty, noticing the unmistakable signs of transformation. "Fox-Eared Bandit, I see," she snarled, her anger shifting to suspicion.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside their window ceased to exist. The air grew thick with tension, the desert heat seemingly trapped between them, amplifying their desires.

"Where's that damn horse?" Sue growled, her voice as rough as the terrain she'd just emerged from.

"Widowmaker?" Bisca's voice was a sultry purr, her thoughts racing. "He's... not around. But maybe I can offer you something better?"

Sue's gaze swept over Bisca's transformed body, her eyes lingering on the green tail that swished behind her. "What the hell did you do to yourself, girl?"

Bisca leans more out of the window, her newfound confidence striding with the grace of a predator. "Let's just say I've discovered a new side of me, a side that's hungry."

"Well, I ain't no horseman, but if it's a ride you're lookin' for..." Sue smirked, her eyes glinting with a challenge.

Bisca's heart pounded in her chest, the blood rushing to her cheeks. "I'm looking for something a bit more... intimate."

Sue raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity sparking in her fiery gaze. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean, Sue," Bisca replied, her voice a whisper that seemed to resonate through the very air. "I want you. I need you."

The redhead's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, her hand hovering over the pistol at her hip. "You ain't from around here, are you?"

"No, but I know enough that the west is a place where a woman can take what she wants," Bisca said, her voice growing stronger, her tail flicking with excitement.

"You're not the first to think that," Sue said, her tone laced with a hint of warning. "But you're the first to look at me like that."

Bisca licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Sue's. "I can make it worth your while," she offered, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur.

Sue took another step back, her hand tightening on her gun. "You're playing with fire, kitten," she said, her voice a low growl. "And I've got enough heat to burn down this whole town."

"Is that a no?" Bisca's tail swished with disappointment, but the hunger within her only grew stronger.

"It's a maybe," Sue said, her eyes flicking down to Bisca's chest, where her nipples were straining against the fabric of her top. "But first, I've gotta find that blasted horse."

With a huff, she spun on her heel and marched off into the night, her wet clothes sticking to her like a second skin. Bisca watched her go, her eyes filled with longing and determination. The fox girl's magic had awakened something primal within her, and she knew she wouldn't rest until she had claimed Slue-foot Sue for herself.

The green-haired seductress left her room and stepped out into the night, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body. Her eyes narrowed, her senses heightened by the transformation. The scent of Sue's anger and the musk of her arousal lingered in the air like a siren's call. She would follow that scent to the ends of the earth if she had to.

"You're mine," Bisca murmured to the night, her voice a promise of passion and power. "And I'll make you scream my name before the sun rises."

The town of Pecos Bill lay sprawled before her, a playground of potential pleasure. She could feel the eyes of the townsfolk on her, curious, lustful, but none dared to approach. They knew better than to cross a woman with a tail and a glint in her eye.

Bisca's heels clicked against the wooden sidewalks as she stalked through the town, her every step a deliberate movement of seduction. The saloons and brothels beckoned, their music and laughter a symphony of temptation. But she had eyes only for the fiery redhead.

Her nose twitched, the scent of Sue's anger growing stronger, and she followed it like a bloodhound on the trail of its prey. The barn doors stood ajar, the scent of hay and horse mixing with the sweet musk of Sue's arousal. Bisca smirked, pushing the doors open with a dramatic flair.

Sue was there, her wet clothes replaced with a fresh set of denim and leather. Her hands were busy tightening the saddle on a snorting stallion, her eyes flashing with determination. She looked up as Bisca entered, her expression a mix of surprise and annoyance.

"You," she spat, her eyes narrowing. "What do you want?"

Bisca sauntered closer, her hips swaying with the grace of a snake charmer. "I want what's mine," she said, her voice a velvety purr.

"And what makes you think I'm yours?" Sue's voice was as sharp as a whip crack.

Bisca stepped into the soft light, her eyes locked on Sue's. "You can feel it," she murmured. "The same way I do."

"You're just a kid playing dress-up," Sue said, her voice gruff. "You don't know the first thing about what you're messing with."

"I know enough," Bisca retorted, her tail swishing with each word. "I know you want me, just as much as I want you."

Sue scoffed, but her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "What makes you say that?"

Bisca leaned closer, her breath hot on Sue's neck. "Your scent," she whispered. "Your eyes. The way you look at me."

Sue's hands stilled on the saddle for a moment before she jerked away, her eyes flashing. "You're delusional," she said.

"Or maybe you're just scared," Bisca countered. "Scared of what you really want."

"I ain't scared of nothin'," Sue snarled.

"Then why are you running?" Bisca's eyes gleamed with challenge. "Why not stay and see what this new life has to offer?"

Sue whipped around, her hand on her pistol. "I've got unfinished business," she said, her voice tight. "Widowmaker's out there, and I aim to settle the score."

The tension between them crackled like a live wire, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the barn. Bisca felt the heat of Sue's body, the tension coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

"You're not going anywhere," Bisca said, her voice low and firm. "You belong to me now."

Sue's eyes widened, the color draining from her face. "You can't just claim me like some prize at a county fair," she said, her voice shaking.

"But I can," Bisca said, her smile wicked. "And I will."

Their gazes held for an eternal moment before Sue's hand moved, not to push Bisca away, but to pull her closer. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues clashing like swords in a duel. The sound of the gun belt hitting the ground was lost in the symphony of their moans.

Bisca's hands roamed Sue's body, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of her breasts, the heat between her legs. Sue's own hands were just as eager, tearing at Bisca's vest, desperate to feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her flesh.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in a dance of passion. They stumbled backward, knocking over a bale of hay, landing in a soft, crunching embrace. Sue straddled Bisca, her leather-clad thighs pressing into the green-haired girl's hips as they continued to explore each other's mouths.

"Take it off," Bisca murmured, breaking the kiss to pant against Sue's neck. "Let me see all of you."

Sue's hands trembled as she complied, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. With a dramatic flourish, Bisca flipped them over so she was on top, her newfound strength surprising even herself. The redhead's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't resist, her body arching in anticipation.

With deft hands, Bisca began to strip Sue completely naked, revealing the pale expanse of her chest and the rosy peaks of her breasts. She took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes raking over the older woman's body with a hunger that was both foreign and exhilarating. The fox girl's transformation had unlocked a wellspring of desire within her, and she was eager to drink her fill.

"You're so beautiful," Bisca whispered, her voice filled with wonder. Sue's skin was flushed, her nipples hardened to tight buds that begged for attention.

"You talk too much," Sue said with a smoldering gaze, reaching up to tug at Bisca's vest. The material gave way, revealing the dark stripes of her bikini top, the swell of her D-cup breasts threatening to spill over the flimsy fabric.

"Now, who's the one in charge?" Bisca purred, leaning down to take one of Sue's nipples into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue, eliciting a gasp from the older woman. Her own breasts felt heavy, the fabric of her top a prison that she longed to be free from.

Sue's hands found their way up Bisca's waist, her thumbs hooking under the elastic of her bikini top. With one swift motion, she tore it away, revealing the soft mounds of her chest, her nipples pebbling with excitement. The cool air of the barn kissed their bare skin, raising goosebumps that danced along their curves.

Their bodies were a tapestry of light and shadow, the soft glow of the moon through the cracks in the barn walls painting them in an erotic tableau. Bisca's tail swished back and forth, brushing against Sue's skin as she continued her ministrations. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.

Sue's eyes rolled back in her head as Bisca's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. "More," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Bisca obliged, her teeth grazing the tender skin before she took the whole nipple into her mouth, sucking hard. Sue's back arched, her hands tangling in Bisca's hair as she held her in place.

Their breathing grew ragged, their hips grinding together in a silent plea for more. Bisca's own desire was a living thing, a creature that demanded to be sated. She reached down, her hand sliding between Sue's legs, finding her wet and ready.

"You're mine," Bisca murmured against Sue's neck, her teeth nipping at the soft skin. "Mine to have, mine to taste."

"Prove it," Sue challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.

With a feral grin, Bisca began to peel off Sue's skirt, the leather a testament to her fiery spirit. As the fabric fell away, revealing Sue's damp underwear, Bisca felt a thrill of victory. She leaned in, her own skirt riding up, her panties already soaked with desire. The sound of fabric sliding against skin was the sweetest melody she had ever heard, a symphony of need and want.

"You're the one who's going to scream," Sue retorted, her hand slipping into Bisca's skirt, her calloused fingers brushing against the slickness of her folds.

Their breaths mingled in the cool air of the barn, their whispers a secret language of passion. As Bisca's skirt joined Sue's on the hay-covered floor, their legs tangled, the softness of their thighs a stark contrast to the hardness of their desire.

"You're so wet," Sue murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You want to fuck me that badly?"

"More than you know," Bisca groaned, her hips bucking against Sue's hand.

Their breasts pressed together, a cushion of desire that seemed to amplify the sensations. The heat between them was palpable, a living force that threatened to consume them both. Sue's eyes grew dark with need as she felt the weight of Bisca's breasts, the nipples pressing into her own, the sensation sending sparks through her body.

"Take it all off," Sue demanded, her voice a low growl. "I want to feel all of you."

Bisca complied eagerly, her own hands trembling as she removed her panties. The sight of their breasts together was like nothing she had ever seen, a feast for the eyes. The softness of Sue's skin against hers was intoxicating, a drug she never wanted to come down from.

Their bodies were finally bare to each other. Bisca's tail swished with excitement, the fur standing on end as it brushed against Sue's bare skin.

Their bodies aligned, their hips grinding together in a rhythm as old as time. Bisca's breasts rubbed against Sue's, the friction igniting a bonfire in their cores. The feeling was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in every atom of their beings.

"Fuck me," Sue whispered, her eyes never leaving Bisca's.

"With pleasure," Bisca replied, her voice a seductive purr.

The two women's bodies moved in a dance as ancient as the moon itself, their hips rolling and thrusting, grinding their wet, eager pussies together in a rhythm that grew more frantic with every passing moment. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the air, a wet crescendo that seemed to echo through the very rafters of the barn.

"Harder," Sue gasped, her hands digging into Bisca's hips. "I need it harder."

"Like this?" Bisca complied, her own breath coming in ragged pants as she increased the pressure. The sensation of Sue's pussy against hers was unlike anything she had ever felt, a symphony of pleasure that had her seeing stars.

Their breasts bounced with every thrust, their nipples grazing each other, sending sparks of electricity down their spines. The smell of their desire filled the air, a heady perfume that seemed to drive them both wild.

"Yes," Sue moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, fuck yes."

"You like that, don't you?" Bisca taunted, her voice a mix of satisfaction and need. "You like feeling my pussy against yours."

"I love it," Sue admitted, her voice a desperate whine. "I love feeling you."

Their words were a tapestry of lust and desire, a conversation of carnality that painted a picture of raw passion. The world outside the barn ceased to exist, the only reality the two of them, the heat of their bodies, and the insatiable hunger that grew with every second.

"Say it," Bisca demanded, her movements becoming more frenzied. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," Sue chanted, her voice a mantra of surrender. "All yours."

Their breaths grew harsher, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. The hay beneath them was trampled into the ground, a testament to their passion. The horses in the stables whinnied and stomped, their own instincts stirred by the primal scene playing out before them.

"Cum for me," Bisca ordered, her voice a demand that Sue could not ignore. "Cum all over me."

"I'm going to," Sue panted, her body tightening. "I'm going to cum so hard."

Their hips crashed together, their pussies a maelstrom of pleasure. The world narrowed to the point of contact, a single star in an infinite blackness that grew brighter and brighter until it consumed them both.

With a scream that could have woken the dead, Sue climaxed, her body convulsing as she drenched Bisca in her juices.

"Oh, fuck," Sue gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That was..."

"Incredible," Bisca finished for her, a smug smile playing on her lips. She slammed her cum-covered pussy against Sue's once more, the feeling of the redhead's wetness against her own a powerful aphrodisiac.

Sue's eyes snapped open, a look of shock and pleasure crossing her features. "What the..."

"It's the magic," Bisca whispered, her eyes gleaming with power. "I can fill you up without even being inside."

And with that, she began to rub herself against Sue with renewed vigor, their wetness mixing together. Sue could feel the warmth of Bisca's cum seeping into her own pussy, filling her in a way she had never experienced before.

"Is this... possible?" Sue managed to get out between gasps.

"With magic, anything is," Bisca replied, her voice a seductive purr.

The sensation was unlike anything Sue had ever felt. It was as if Bisca's cum had a life of its own, seeking the warm embrace of her womb, filling her up to the brim. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a strange sense of completion that she had never felt with a man.

"Fuck me again," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "Make me yours."

Bisca complied, her own orgasm building with every thrust. She could feel the heat of Sue's desire, the pulse of her need, and it only served to fuel her own. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth bared in a feral smile as she slammed her hips forward, the clear fluid of her release flowing into Sue like a river of pure ecstasy.

"Oh, God," Sue moaned, her back arching. "I can feel you filling me again."

"You're mine," Bisca murmured, her breath hot against Sue's ear. "Mine to fill, mine to claim."

"Claim me then," Sue challenged, a smoldering fire in her eyes. "Make me feel like no one else ever has."

With a growl of pure, animalistic need, Bisca pushed Sue down onto her hands and knees, the hay beneath them crackling with anticipation. She took a step back, admiring the view, her eyes feasting on Sue's curvy form, the roundness of her ass begging for her touch. The redhead's breath was ragged, her body trembling with desire.

"You're so beautiful," Bisca whispered, her voice thick with lust. "So fucking beautiful."

"Don't just stand there," Sue demanded, her voice a siren's call. "Do it."

Bisca leaned over, her hand caressing the curve of Sue's ass before sliding lower, her thumb teasing the tight, pink bud of her anus. Sue gasped, her body responding to the touch.

"Ready?" Bisca asked, her voice a low rumble.

"Do it," Sue panted. "Now."

With her tail swishing in excitement. She positioned herself behind the redhead, her hips aligning with Sue's.

"You're going to take it all," Bisca promised, her voice a dark whisper. "Every last drop."

Sue's eyes rolled back in her head as Bisca began to thrust, her hips moving in a rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the barn. The feeling of the green-haired girl's wetness pressing against her asshole was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was as if she could feel every inch of Bisca's desire, every drop of her need.

"Fuck, yes," Sue moaned, pushing back against her. "More, more, I need more."

Bisca's clear cum flowed out of her, coating Sue's ass, the feeling of it filling her up sending shivers down her spine. She thrust harder, the sensation building with every movement.

"You're so hot," Bisca groaned, her hips moving in a blur. "So fucking hot."

"Cum in me," Sue begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, fill me up."

The words barely left Sue's mouth before Bisca's hips slammed against her, driving into the hay-covered ground. Sue's eyes widened with a mix of shock and pleasure as she felt Bisca's firmness press into her, the heat of the other woman's desire unmistakable. "Oh, fuck, yes," Sue breathed, her body rocking back to meet every powerful thrust.

"You like that, don't you?" Bisca taunted, her breath hot against Sue's ear. "You like feeling me against you."

"More," Sue panted, her voice strained with need. "More, Bisca, I need more."

Their bodies moved in a silent symphony of passion, the rustle of hay the only sound to accompany the wet slap of flesh on flesh. The smell of their desire was a heady aroma that seemed to thicken the air around them, making it harder to breathe, yet somehow more vital.

"You're mine," Bisca whispered, her voice a seductive promise. "Mine to take, mine to fill."

"Yes," Sue gasped, her hands fisting in the hay. "I'm yours, take me, fill me up."

Bisca's hips moved faster, her breath coming in harsh pants. "You're going to cum for me," she said, her voice a command that sent shivers down Sue's spine. "You're going to cum all over this hay."

The pressure built inside Sue, a coiling snake of pleasure that grew tighter and tighter with every thrust. "I'm... I'm going to cum," she stuttered, her voice shaking.

"Do it," Bisca urged, her own orgasm on the horizon. "Cum for me, Slue-foot."

And with that, Sue's body tightened, the muscles in her ass clenching as she climaxed hard. The sensation of Bisca's cum flowing in her was indescribable, a feeling of being claimed, of being owned that made her scream with pleasure.

Bisca's hips stuttered, her own orgasm hitting her like a freight train. She thrust one final time before collapsing onto Sue's back, her chest heaving. "Oh, God," she groaned, her voice muffled by the hay.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire. Then, Bisca leaned back, her hips still pressing firmly against Sue's ass, her clear cum dripping onto the hay beneath them. "Look," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Look what you do to me."

Sue's eyes widened as she glanced down, seeing the proof of Bisca's claim, her own pussy glistening with the evidence of their union. "How...?" she began, her voice trailing off.

"Magic," Bisca said with a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It seems you've unlocked a part of yourself you didn't know existed."

Sue's breath hitched, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. "What does this mean?"

"It means," Bisca began, rolling Sue onto her back with surprising strength, "that you're carrying a part of me now."

Sue's eyes went wide with shock as she felt Bisca's weight settle between her thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Claiming what's mine," Bisca replied, her voice a seductive purr. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against Sue's, her nipples hard and eager. "You're going to give me the night, aren't you?"

Sue could only nod, her body betraying her with every pulse of arousal. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a barely-there whisper.

Bisca's smirk grew wider. "Good," she said, her voice low and demanding. "Because now that I've planted my seed, I intend to tend to it."

Their kiss was like a brand, searing and possessive, their tongues dancing a dance of power and submission. Sue's body responded instinctively, arching up to meet Bisca's, her legs wrapping around the other woman's waist.

"Fuck me," she pleaded, her voice a desperate moan. "Claim me again."

Bisca complied without hesitation, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate grind against Sue's pussy. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the heat of their combined desire a beacon in the night.

"You're going to be mine," Bisca whispered, her breath hot against Sue's ear. "Mine to protect, mine to fuck."

"Yours," Sue gasped, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "I'm yours."

Their hips moved together in a timeless rhythm, their pussies sliding against each other, a symphony of wetness and passion. The night outside had grown darker, the stars seemingly closer, as if they were witnesses to the primal scene unfolding in the barn.

"You feel so good," Bisca murmured, her eyes half-lidded. "So hot, so wet."

Sue could only nod, her hands roaming Bisca's back, her nails digging into the firm flesh. "More," she begged. "Please, more."

"Greedy little thing," Bisca said with a smirk, her hips picking up the pace. "But I'll give you what you want."

Their bodies moved as one, the sound of their desire echoing through the night. The air was thick with it, a palpable force that seemed to have a life of its own.

"You're going to have my child," Bisca whispered, her voice a dark promise. "You're going to bear a creature of passion."

Sue's eyes snapped open, a look of shock crossing her features. "What?"

"You heard me," Bisca said, her eyes gleaming. "And every time you feel it growing inside you, you'll think of me."

The realization hit Sue like a punch to the gut, her body tightening around Bisca's. "You... you can't be serious."

"Deadly," Bisca replied, her voice a seductive purr. She leaned down, her teeth grazing Sue's neck, her breath hot and heavy. "You're going to carry the essence of my magic, the heat of my lust."

Sue's eyes rolled back in her head, a moan escaping her lips. "Fuck," she breathed. "Oh, fuck."

Bisca's smirk grew wider, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Say it," she demanded. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," Sue managed to get out, her voice a trembling whisper. "All yours."

The words seemed to unleash something within Bisca, a beast that had been caged for far too long. With a snarl of triumph, she began to fuck Sue harder, her hips pounding against her with an intensity that seemed almost supernatural. The barn's wooden beams creaked and groaned in time with their rhythm, as if the very structure was being brought to life by their passion.
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