She stared at the sleeping face of the man lying next to her.  A deep sense of warmth permeated her chest as she watched him sleep,  the gentle way his mouth moved and his nostrils flared out ever so slightly when he breathed in.

The way he even held her in his sleep.

The smell and taste of his skin… she paused after thinking about that.

What was becoming of her?  He was changing her, in ways she liked, but it was still frightening, because of him the everyday life had a sense of joy now that it had never in her life had before.

She had always been the outcast, the bastard, so much so that she now had no idea what to do when people treated her like an equal, like Krya did.

Krya, her first friend, Leon was right about her aswell, she was in many ways a lot like she herself had been before she had met Leon, so alone, it hurt deeply some days to look at her, she was so blissfully unaware what it was like to actually live, not to just exist.

It was like looking into a mirror.

Shaking her head clear of the thoughts she went back to looking at Leon’s face.  It was not long before she found that she was pressing her horn’s up against his own.  The soft clacking they made caused his eyes to shoot open.

She sharply drew her head back in surprise, or at least she attempted to, she hadn't moved to far before she ran into a problem.

There horns were stuck together.

As she yanked her head back the two sets of horns locked around one another, stopping her motions in there tracks.  

“Ah, hang on i'll get it,”  she said blushing bright red, she turned her head to the side in a desperate attempt to remove them, however she found she could not turn her head enough to dislodge the horns, it was not helping at all that they were on her head and she was having real trouble seeing what was actually going on and why they were stuck.

“Thats a nice rack you have there...”  Leon said with a sly smile on his lips.  “Not that this rack is any worse.”  he said, reaching through the short sleeves of her slip to massage the small breasts hidden underneath.

“Leon...”  she said in a reproachful tone, but she could feel the warmness of his hands as he massaged her chest softly, that and the fast beating of her heart gave her away in an instant.

Closing her eyes she sighed, a small sound that escaped her smirking lips.

They had only done this a few times, and she had let him lead, perhaps it was her turn to take control?  She brought her head forward, slamming her forehead into his, which was not something he had been expecting, using the shocked moment she pushed him sideways, since the two of them were locked together at the head she was dragged along with him, causing her to end up straddling his torso.

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Bringing her arms up she placed them on either side of his head, boxing him in she pressed her lips against his own.  The smoothness of lips melted together, as she bit his lower lip and pulled, a move she had learned from him.

His hands reached down tracing the lines of her stomach and coming to rest on her hips. Still wearing clothing she started to rub up against him, the fabric folding and sticking with the friction.  Reaching down she undid the lacing on his pants, and with a little help from him she removed them, revealing a peice of him she would never allow another to see.

It was unbelievably warm in her hands as she slowly stroked it up and down, running her hand along the shaft, all the while never removing her mouth from his.

He pulled his hands off of he thighs and reaching up undid the bow that held the neck of her slip together, allowing the nightgown to slip down her form.  She had to release him, if only for a second so she could take off the slip.  Reluctantly she complied,  sitting atop of him entirely naked she never slowed her movements, shoving her tongue as far as she could, stroking him up and down.

She was in control, or so she thought.

He smiled lightly as her tongue invaded his mouth, he waited for just the right amount of time before biting down on it.  Her eyes opened wide as he captured her tongue and held it prisoner, and opened even wider when he slipped a hand around her backside and inserted two fingers into her vagina.  

He felt her shudder, the pleasure running through her.

She was in control, this was what she kept telling herself, she repeated it like a mantra, like a prayer, up until all thoughts vanished from her mind when he lifted her up and entered her.  Heads still locked together she began moving her hips up and down, she pushed him in deeper than she ever had, allowing the end of him reach the gates of her womb.

He released her tongue, and she began panting and moaning, making sounds every time she drove her hips down.

A thin strand of drool leaked out of the corner of her mouth and he ran  his tongue over the path it had traced from her chin to her lips.

Her legs started to tremble slightly, do he decided to help her out,  picking her up he carried her off the bed and placed her back against the wall,allowing one foot to rest on the floor he held the other leg up, almost in a vertical position as he continued to move back and forth.

Reaching his arm down in between the two of them he started to caress the labia and the upper part of her clitorius.

“Ahhh! Ahh!”  she cried out as she climaxed.  Her back arched as the muscles spasmed throughout her entire body.  As she did she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.  He smiled and slipped his fingers around her backside, caressing the flesh near her other hole. He loved it when she looked like this, with her current twitching form and vacant expression.

With a final thrust harder than any of the rest he plunged deep and came to rest as far as she could humanly allow.  She felt him tremble, and not just his body.  His member swelled in size before a torrent of warmth flowed out of him and into her stomach.

“AHHHHHH!”  she screamed and locked her legs around his back as she felt the warmth enter her and she climaxed.

With a sigh the two of them flopped onto the bed, completely spent, and not even noticing the rising sun peaking through the window.  

Before they knew it a rapping came at there door, and without waiting for an answer Krya stepped inside. “Come one you two we are going to be la-”  the girl stopped talking as she noticed the state the two of them were in, both her and Lira turned the brightest red Leon had ever seen, and without a word she turned around and started to leave.

“Wait,”  Leon called out, his voice was still heavily accented, and perhaps it would always be. “Need help.”  he said.  Fluffy stuck his massive head in the door and sniffed curiously and the interesting smells that mingled in the air of the room, only to be quickly pushed out by Krya.  he scratched at the other side of the door, whining softly, but Krya ignored him.

“We are stuck,”  Lira murmured her entire face a bright red.

“Stuck?”  Krya asked softly, her shoulders shaking visibly as she kept her back to the two of them.

“Our horns are stuck together...”  Lira said, almost in tears from the embarrassment.  Krya sighed, and psyched herself up before turning around, thankful to find that Leon had covered the two of them with a blanket.  It didn't change what she had seen however.

And she had seen everything.

Walking over she wrinkled her nose at the smell, it was a mixture of sweat, and this musky smell, trying not to think about it she looked at the two of their heads, and only their heads.  Pushing them together she twisted Lira’s head to the right, dislodging them from one another, and just as soon as she had done that she turned around and fled, screaming something about them being horrible and how it was like she was living next to rabbits...