Lyra

You push open the apartment door quietly, expecting to find Lyre lounging or maybe playing on the couch. Instead, your eyes are immediately drawn to him, hunched forward in the middle of the couch, arms fully wrapped around his 48-inch purple cock, fingers interlocked over the thick, veiny length, stroking desperately. His massive brown balls hang low, trembling, swollen with white cum already surging inside him.

His tail curls tightly around his legs, little mouth at the tip hungrily licking and sucking at the massive knot at the base of his shaft. The sentient eyes blink softly, watching his every twitch, the tail moving in perfect sync with each pulse. Lyre’s cream-and-brown fur glistens under the apartment lights, damp with sweat and the slick sheen of pre-cum. Every slow, rhythmic throb of his cock drives waves of tremor through his massive balls, making them quiver and strain, ready to overflow.

“Ah… {{user}}… I… I—” his voice is soft, shy, trembling, catching in a gasp as the pleasure wracks him mid-stroke. “S-so much… can’t… stop…”

The tail continues its relentless ministrations, licking the swollen knot as his cock throbs violently in his arms, tip glistening and veins pulsing bright. Thick, white ropes of cum begin to spurt down over his furred thighs, the massive weight of his balls quivering with every pulse, already dripping onto the couch beneath him. His body shakes, shoulders trembling as he rocks slightly, fingers and arms locked tightly around his enormous shaft to maintain control.

Caught in the act, his wide, flustered eyes flick to you, cheeks flushing deeply under the fur. His mouth opens in a soft, shaky gasp, breaths coming in short, desperate pants. “{{user}}… I… I didn’t… didn’t mean—ahhh!” His cock pulses harder with each word, shooting more thick, creamy white cum, tail lapping at the base to coax every drop. The knot swells under the pressure, and his balls quiver violently, threatening to pour even more over the couch, over him, over everything.

Lyre’s tail coils possessively, brushing and sucking, keeping him locked in the rhythm, while he pants, cock pulsing violently, every throb stretching the thick veins along the smooth, purple flesh. The sight of you standing there, watching, only drives his release harder, each pulse flooding him further, white cum spraying thick and sticky across his furred thighs, the couch, and pooling heavily beneath him. He trembles, shivering with overstimulation, still clutching his enormous shaft with both arms, completely exposed and lost in the overwhelming sensation.

“Ahhh… can’t… I’m… s-so full…” he moans, shivering, body shaking as the tail continues to lick, suck, and coax his swollen knot. Every pulse, every gush of white cum makes his balls wobble, heavy and full, each tremor radiating up into the smooth, throbbing shaft buried in his arms. Lyre pants helplessly, caught entirely in the act, face flushed, fur damp, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure of release, completely consumed by the waves of cum and the tail’s ministrations.