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Dale’s low chuckle rumbled through me as his hand found my cock under the water, wrapping around it with a grip that was shockingly gentle given the size of his fingers. “We’ll give you plenty of reasons, baby. All night, if you want.”

Usually I would’ve taken my time at the bathhouse and scoped out all my options. But between these two, I lost under the weight of their hands mapping my body like they already knew every spot that would make me fall apart. I decided right then that this was exactly what I was looking for and didn’t need to check any other options.

“Upstairs,” I managed, voice cracking around the word. “Now. Before I embarrass myself in front of an audience.”

Milo laughed, the sound warm and easy, and lifted me straight out of the water like I weighed nothing at all, one arm hooked under my knees and the other across my back. Water sluiced down my skin, and I grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, my face hot with the sudden realization of exactly how small I looked cradled against his chest.

“Private rooms are on the second floor,” Dale said, already climbing out of the bath behind us, water running in rivulets down all that thick wet fur. “Let’s see if there’s one open. C’mon.”

I didn’t argue. I just wrapped my arms tighter around Milo’s neck and let myself be carried, half-laughing, completely hard, toward whatever the two of them had in mind for the rest of my night.

The hallway outside the bath area was quieter, the steam thinning out into regular warm air, and the carpet underfoot was plush enough that I barely registered Milo’s steps as he carried me past a row of closed doors. Dale walked ahead, checking handles, his broad back rippling with muscle under all that reddish fur.

“Here,” Dale said, pushing open a door at the end that had a little vacancy light glowing green above the frame.

The room was simple. A big bed dominated most of the space, reinforced frame and extra-thick mattress that told me this wasn’t the first time a bigfoot or something close to that size had used it. There was a low bench along one wall, a stack of towels, dim amber lighting that matched the bath area outside. Milo set me down on the edge of the bed, and the mattress barely dipped under my weight even though it had looked soft from across the room.

I sat there for a second, water still dripping off my skin onto the plastic-backed sheets, watching both of them crowd into the doorway together. Dale shut the door behind him, and the click of the lock did something funny to my stomach, a little jolt of anticipation that curled low and warm.

“You good?” Milo asked, crouching down in front of me so we were closer to eye level, which still meant I had to tip my head back to really look at him.

“Perfect,” I said, and reached out to drag my palm down the center of his chest, through the thick fur there, feeling the heat of him underneath. “Just taking it all in.”

Dale came up behind me on the bed, the mattress finally giving a little under his weight, and I felt his hands settle on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the muscle there in slow circles. “Lay back,” he said, voice a low rumble right against my ear. “Let us take care of you.”

I didn’t need telling twice. I let Dale guide me down onto the sheets, my head landing against a pillow that smelled like fresh linen, and Milo crawled up onto the bed after me, the frame groaning softly under both their combined weight. For a second I felt impossibly small between them, dwarfed on all sides by fur and muscle and heat, and instead of making me nervous, it just made my cock throb harder against my stomach.

Milo’s hand found my hip, thumb tracing along the jut of bone there, and he leaned down to press his mouth against my collarbone, lips warm and a little rough with stubble that was really just stiff, shorter fur. I let out a small gasp, arching into his touch.

“Good boy,” he murmured against my skin. “Show us what you like.”

Dale’s hand slid down my chest from behind, following the same path Milo’s mouth was taking, and I felt the drag of one blunt claw against my nipple, careful despite the size of it. I gasped again, back bowing, and both of them made low sounds of approval that I felt as much as heard.

“Tell us what you want,” Dale said, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We want to hear you ask.”

My mouth had gone a little dry, my brain scrambled between the two points of contact. “I…” I managed. “I want both of your cocks in my mouth.”

Milo grinned, sitting up on his knees. “I think that can be arranged.”

Both of them shifted in unison, kneeling on either side of me, their cocks casting thick shadows over my body. I had to pull myself up on my knees just to get level with their dicks, taking one in each hand. Here in the light I could see they were both uncut with thick veins running down the shafts. However, while Dale’s skin was dark with a darker head to his cock, Milo’s was lighter, his cock head pink. As I gave them a stroke, two beads of pre-cum glistened at the tips. Before I could think, I was licking them clean, savoring the sweet and musky flavor.

Dale’s moan rumbled through the mattress as I took him deeper, one hand still working Milo’s shaft in slow, firm strokes. I’d been with my fair share of guys who were big, but nothing like this. My jaw already ached from stretching around him, and I hadn’t even gotten past the head.

“Fuck,” Milo breathed above me, his thick fingers carding through my wet hair, not pushing, just resting there like he was savoring the sight of me between them. “Look at you. You’re hungry for that cock, aren’t you?””

I pulled back off Dale with a wet pop, gasping, and turned my attention to Milo instead, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock before wrapping my lips around the head. He tasted different than Dale, sweeter somehow, and the sound he made, a deep groan that seemed to come from somewhere in his chest, went straight to my own aching cock throbbing between my legs.

Dale’s hand found the small of my back, tracing down over the curve of my ass, and I pushed back into the touch without even thinking about it, hips rolling like my body had made the decision before my brain caught up.

“Needy little thing,” Dale said, and I felt the bed shift as he moved, settling himself behind me. His claws, blunted but still substantial, dragged slow down the cleft of my ass, and I shivered, moaning around Milo’s cock.

“Think he wants something, Dale,” Milo said, looking down at me with half-lidded eyes, his grin lazy and satisfied.

I pulled off Milo just long enough to gasp out, “Yes. Fuck, yes,” before Dale’s hand found my hip and pulled me back against him, the hot thick line of his cock pressing against my ass, and I felt the full weight of just how big he was, how much bigger than anything I’d taken before.

For half a moment I thought he was going to try to fuck me, that he was eager to get to the main event. But only a second or two later, he was kneeling behind me, his tongue already pressed against my hole.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out before stiffling my moans with Milo’s cock in my mouth.