Sampson's face half surfaced, blowing gentle bubbles with his nose looking meeting Lucy's eyes. She giggled "I think I need some of that icy water too. Not heating the water was a good idea."

He made a few circles around the large indoor pool before returning to the edge. Lucy sat, minus the pants, slowly dipping her feet into the pool, recoiling to the cold.

Sampson grunted in agreement, both embarrassed from their lustful explosion. She watch as Sampson dragged himself towards the pool a few rooms away, needy member swinging. He dove in fully expecting the ice cold water to wash his shame.

Sampson snorted loudly and groaned, feeling his now massive balls twitch and retract as far as they would go, more pre dribbling out onto the nice carpet.
"Less than forty-eight hours. December First." She panted as she dabbed herself carefully. "At the strike of midnight: this ordeal will be over."

Each mounting only lasting for a few seconds before one of them would snap to their senses and break their crude union. "That was a close one!" Lucy said hobbling to the kitchen for some tissue, barely lifting her panties.

She'd soak it in her juices as Sampson thrusted like a machine, squirting his pre in glistening trails through the air.
It was the third time that day that they fell under the horny spell, both expecting some relief from the edging and the exertion.

Thank you so much!

Only a few more days to go and Sampson has levelled the playing field cleverly.

He was right. Lucy was slouched in the armchair with only her head upright, eyes staring at a bipedal samurott with milk on his face. She was confused and a little shocked. "Damn, you're good. I didn't even cum or anything. What was that? Chest-gasm?"

Catching Sampson off guard, he took a splash to the nose and reared up like he was just shot. Now, Sampson was laughing. A deep primal laugh never heard in this world before. "Now I made you squirt without climax" He signed.

Lucy found herself yet again, getting close to an orgasm, one that felt strange this time. "SAM...SSSUMMM...I'M GUNNA..." The weight of her jiggling breasts rocked her hard, her labia began to throb, but this wasn't her typical orgasm. Was it even one? With one big sigh, her nipples erupted milk.

Eyes rolling back and tongue handing out. She broke out in a full laughing fit. Legs flailing around sparking even more arousal and pleasure "SAMPSON! YOU....!!" She tried to speak but lost her train of thought.

"I like this too." his internal monologue went as he planted his meaty paws on each breast, nipples free, and began to fondle and shake like he was a skilled baker kneading the dough. Lucy was already lost in the sensation of tickles, licks and now an aggressive and very needy fondling.

With a swift action worthy of the swordsman he embodied, he lifted the thick woollen fabric over her wobbling breasts. He watched her giggle like a maniac as more whisker brushed against her. "You like?" He thought, memories of having his balls examined so greedily.

He swiftly discard his helmet and bury his muzzle under her stretchy jumper, up her chest and pass a quick tongue over a nipple. She became paralysed on the armchair with a look of shock and arousal, giggling as his thick whiskers tickled her stomach.

It didn't take very long for him to adapt and take some joy from the experience. Sampson, having been victim to Lucy's endless teasing, decided to giver her a dose of her own medicine:

Not a cute accident, but a deliberate act to mess with him, to see what his weakness was when they first got to know each other. She delighted in his awkward 'smiles' (literally bearing his teeth but keeping his eyes open) and huffs of embarrassment.

His heart would jump when he witnessed them bouncing from underneath Lucy's thick woollen jumper. Lucy's breasts were the first part of her body she flashed to Sampson when she first adopted him.

Sampson yipped in a pitch that Lucy never heard from such a big guy. A jet of pre shot out and landed with an audible splat on the sofa, leaving a thick strand drooping quickly to the floor leading to the source. "My my! I almost felt the recoil from that, Samps!"