"How would you like a little bit of . . . large . . . comfort?" he rumbled in her ear.

Talia let out a heated breath as she felt his growing member pressed against her backside, almost as if it were trying to find its way to a friendly port. Talia didn't think twice. Life consisted of moments, good and bad, but limited in number. She was with a man she cared about, and it was a moment she wasn't going to let slip by.

Talia reached back and grabbed her lover's heavy hands, drawing them up her body until the rested on her small firm breasts. Tarloh drew her back into an alcove. They didn't need the darkness for protection from prying eyes. They needed it for comfort.

Tarloh's sizeable endowment was using up a proportionally large amount of his blood supply. That and Talia's scent were making him a bit light-headed. But he didn't need to think, as instinct quickly took over. Her hands were fumbling behind her as she tried to undo the bindings to Tarloh's pants and free the satisfaction they contained. When his manhood was finally able to breathe, she wrapped one hand around it and sighed, a source of comfort and normalcy having returned to her.

Talia's felt her lover's hands roughly shoving down her pants, and she quickly was able to feel the raw heat of his member against not only her hand but her ass cheeks as well. She released his rod as he picked her up with those strong arms and, without further adieu, placed her on the tip of his organ and slid her body down.

"Oh sweet Lord above," she whispered, bending her knees and hooking the fronts of her feet around the backs of his knees as Tarloh started a slow, methodical penetration of her being. She didn't miss the "foreplay" . . . she'd make it up to him later. They both needed something basic . . . simple. Something that the rest of their lives wasn't at that moment.

Tarloh noticed a few things that he had missed as of late . . . the curve of Talia's shoulder and the scent of her hair. She fit him perfectly as he slid his substantial endowment into her warm recess.

He took in the little grunts she made when he drove himself home and savored the feel of her sweat. He almost ripped the shirt from her body as he increased his pace. They may have kept their human bodies, but their animal spirits were taking over.

Talia placed her hands against the wall in front of her while Tarloh grabbed her hips even more firmly. He was taking no prisoners, and she would never surrender. Talia would take everything the alpha male had, and she would do so with a smile on her face.

Normally, she would talk dirty to him, but normally they weren't in the midst of fighting something like a Shoggoth. He was drilling her like an oil-well and she was ready to blow. In almost record time, her insides were clenching and entrapping the invader, holding it hostage until her body shook under the pressure of sweet, sweet release.

“Hair trigger?" Tarloh whispered.

“You know it," she murmured in replied.

“Turn me around."

Tarloh pulled his lover off of his shaft, spun her and braced himself as she jumped up, wrapping her Legs around his waist and lowering herself back onto his cock.

"Now take me like you mean it," she growled.

"I always mean it," he rumbled back as he shoved Talia's back against the wall and hammered her like there was no tomorrow. Because quite possibly, there wouldn't be. He was laying almost a foot of lumber on every stroke, driving the air out of her on the upswing and sucking it back in on the downswing. His balls were smacking against her taut ass like battering rams and could probably be heard throughout the Den. She was so hot and so wet . . . more so than he could ever remember.

Talia was digging into Tarloh's powerful buttocks with her heels as he filled her as only he could. She clung to his chest, clawed at his shoulders and kissed him passionately. He was her man . . . her alpha male and lover. He was pushing against her so hard that she was getting an imprint of bricks on the skin of her back when he let his seed loosed in her warmth. Her pussy gripped his member, feeling it quiver and pump cum deep into her body.

She gasped as she clung to him. He let out a deep breath as he filled her. Neither wanted to speak again. The silence and the moment were too perfect.

Arthur was lying on the one intact gurney while Mindy straddled his hips. They had shared a giggle when they heard Tarloh, quite loudly, give Talia the stuff she craved.

"Those two are so loud they could wake the dead," Mindy cooed, rocking her hips and savoring the feel of Arthur's cock inside her.

She leaned over and took Robbie's warm dick between her lips as she rode Arthur. Red's brother had been chatting with the two friends when Tarloh and Talia had started going at it, and had been more than happy to join in. Mindy wanted to help him forget his troubles for a moment. Everyone was so stressed about the survival of the Strays or Jane's mental well-being that many overlooked that Robbie had almost lost his sister several times over recently. And with Arthur being tired, Mindy was determined to bear the “weight” of their sexual encounter on her quite capable shoulders.

“Oh, that's so sweet," whispered Robbie as his organ slid down her throat and his pubes nestled against her nose.

Mindy held is cock in her throat until he was almost ready to burst, the slow let in slide out, smiling up at him after it was free and then kissing its mushroom-like head. She felt Arthur's hands grasping her ass cheeks, holding them so fiercely that she wouldn't have been able to dismount if she had wanted too. His member seemed to have swollen to larger-than-normal proportions, as if fueled by desperation.

Arthur was thrusting gently with his hips, driving himself deeper into this miraculous woman's body. Her pussy had become so familiar to him, yet always amazed him. It was so powerful and voracious yet gentle, much like Mindy herself. He saw Robbie's rod disappearing down her throat as his own member penetrated her vaginal opening. She moaned happily around Robbie's meat, eliciting a smile from that man.