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Before:
[Hellhound Watersports Scene]
Requires Cock, Hellhound win

The hellhound lies at your feet, defeated. His sizable frame is curled into a tight ball, diminishing his once-imposing silhouette. His tail is wound tight to his body as well, and he moves only to lick a wound with one of his heads, the air silent, save for a light, high-pitched whimper.

The dog pays you little note as you disrobe, removing the bottom half of your [armor] to reveal your [cock], its girthy length swinging free between your thighs. You approach the hellhound once more, and, raising a foot, push the creature by its shoulder. The dog seizes up for a moment and turns its heads, its feral eyes locked on you, expectantly. With another nudge, the demonic creature spreads out once more, uncurling to reveal its full frame, but remains perched low, resting deferentially on its side.

Taking your [cock] in your hand, you point the head of your cock toward the foul creature. With a low groan, you relax your muscles and relieve yourself. A warm stream of piss erupts from your dick and splatters the dog's dark fur. He bristles at first, but does not move. You soak the hellhound from head to toe, your warm piss leaving a bright sheen as it trickles down his muscular body and dribbles into the dry earth below. The hound's eyes are at first fixed on the event, but his heads both drop to the ground in a display of submission as you direct your salty stream to his face. He seems to understand your suggestion, and both his tongues loll out of his dual snouts, first to lap up the essence drizzling down his face and matted in his fur, then to the puddles beneath him as your stream trickles to an end.

Your territory thusly "marked," you redress and make your way back to camp.

After:
[Hellhound Watersports Scene]
Requires Cock, Hellhound win

The hellhound lies at your feet defeated. His sizable frame is curled into a tight ball diminishing his once-imposing silhouette. His tail is wound tight to his body as well as he moves only to lick a wound with one of his heads, the air silent save for a light high-pitched whimper.

The dog pays you little note as you disrobe, removing the bottom half of your [armor] to reveal your [cock], its girthy length swinging free between your thighs. You approach the hellhound once more and shove your foot into its shoulder, pushing it. The dog seizes up for a moment and turns its heads, its feral eyes locked on you expectantly. With another nudge, the demonic creature spreads out once more uncurling to reveal its full frame, but remains prone resting deferentially on its side.

Taking your [cock] in your hand, you point its head toward the foul creature. With a low groan you relax your muscles and relieve yourself. A warm stream of piss erupts from your dick and splatters the dog's dark fur. He bristles at first, but does not move. You soak the hellhound from head to toe, your warm piss leaving a bright sheen as it trickles down his muscular body and dribbles into the dry earth below. The hound's eyes are at first fixed on the event, but his heads both drop to the ground in a display of submission as you direct your salty stream to his face. He seems to understand your suggestion and both his tongues loll out of his dual snouts, first to lap up the essence drizzling down his face and matted in his fur, then to the puddles beneath him as your stream trickles to an end.

Your territory thusly "marked," you redress and make your way back to camp.

Comments:
Too many commas. Swapped an 'and' with an 'as'. Should the cock be described as "girthy"? It is CoC, but I'm sure there're characters with needle dicks. Maybe add a cock size check, something I don't know how to do. ', and, raising a foot, push the creature by its shoulder' replaced with 'and shove your foot into its shoulder, pushing it' might be overstepping, heh, but I think it reads better. Replaced 'perched low' with 'prone', "perched low" implies he's on his feet. Replaced 'the head of your cock' with 'its head toward', "your cock" was already the subject of the sentence.
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Before:
[Satyr Piss Enema]

You cast your gaze toward the satyr, taking a moment to relish in your victory. The goat-man's nude body gently heaves as he lies at your feet, beaten and defeated. The wind whistles gently through the grass of the plains as he emits little pained groans. Between his fuzzy thighs, the satyr's cock rests against one leg, still erect to half-mast.

Maybe he'll enjoy himself too.

You shed your armor, revealing your {body type description, muscle} form and {chest size} chest. Your skin warms under the sun, and you part your lower garments to produce your {cock}. Taking a firm grip on your flaccid mass, you jerk your manhood to attention, and blood surges to swell your shaft. You approach the satyr as he stares back at you, the sight of your sexuality begetting a look of uncertainty in his fierce eyes. Taking him by one horn, you pull him up to his knees. The goat-man's jaw slackens; he knows what's coming. You direct your dick to his lips, and loosen your grip on his horn. There's a brief pause as his eyes dart up to meet your gaze before he sets to work, begrudgingly wrapping his lips around your cockhead.

The satyr's blowjob is sloppy and half-assed, really. His reluctant ministrations, after a while, serve to moisten your {cock descript} as it surges to full mast, if only with the occasional nudge from you to encourage him. As he works, however, you see the goatman ever-so-surely begin to poise himself better; whereas he began slouched over from his ass-whooping, after a few minutes, he's resting on his hind legs again.

A brief moment of concern strikes you. He's gonna try to reverse the tables on you!

The creature's lips draw back from a deeper bob, sliding along the shaft of your dick and his eyes dart up once more. In a single motion, you release your grip on his horn and draw back, popping the head of your cock free from his oral embrace. You supplant its presence with a swift smack to the satyr's face, your armor-clad knee crashing into his cheekbone and knocking him back to the grass below with a shrill bleat. Another firm kick to the gut and he curls up in pain, his hopes of escape thusly dashed.

With a little *hmph*, you stand above him once more, your stiff cock bouncing resoundingly in your peripheral vision. Still thoroughly aroused, you resolve to put your opponent to better use. Dropping to your knees, you grab a handful of goat fur with each hand and direct the head of your cock between his animalistic ass cheeks. Pressing forward, you sink the thick flesh of your dick into the satyr's puckered asshole after a little effort. His warm insides envelop inch after inch of your dick until you're up to the hilt.

At a healthy pace, you pound the satyr deep in the ass. His muscles clench around you as the motion of your pelvis works his ass back and forth along your shaft. Naturally, his protests lessen as your cockhead bears down on his prostate, sending dribbles of precum dribbling unsatisfactorily from his own flaccid member.

Now a few minutes into the torrid butt-fuck, you bury yourself balls-deep once more, perching your body weight fully atop the goatman's own. With a soft grunt, you begin to relieve yourself. Your hot piss swells to fill the goat's ass, its warmth evident along your shaft even against the previous sensations. The satyr bleats feebly in protest, its complaints resounding in the air previously filled only with heavy breathing and the fleshy slaps of your thighs against his own.

You continue pissing deep in the satyr, drawing back for languid, full thrusts of your dick. You utter another low groan of relief as the stream dribbles to an end. You resume the rhythm of your fucking at a slower rate at first, enjoying the wet sensation of your essense sloshing against your dick as you mix up his insides. Pee leaks in little rivulets from the goat-man's puckered asshole as your abuse continues, working up to a breakneck pace. Sweat beads on your skin as you fuck the satyr's ass with the full length of your {cock descript}, drawing nearly every inch out each time, only to plunge it home once more.

The goat-man shrieks loudly as a long-overdue orgasm grips him, bucking his hips against you as his beastly dick half-heartedly discharges, matting his legs and the grass below him in satyr spunk. Your orgasm follows soon after, your cock twitching as you pack his ass with ropes of jizz. Withdrawing your cock, you let the last few spurts along the small of his back, watching with a sick smile as the satyr discharges his piss enema.

You pop by the creek for a quick rinse before heading back to camp.

After:[Satyr Piss Enema]

You cast your gaze toward the satyr, taking a moment to relish in your victory. The goat-man's nude body gently heaves as he lies at your feet, beaten and defeated. The wind whistles gently through the grass of the plains as he emits little pained groans. Between his fuzzy thighs the satyr's cock rests against one leg, still erect to half-mast.

Maybe he'll enjoy himself too.

A brief moment of concern strikes you. He's gonna try to reverse the tables on you!

The creature's lips draw back from a deeper bob, sliding along the shaft of your dick and his eyes dart up once more. In a single motion you release your grip on his horn and draw back, popping the head of your cock free from his oral embrace. You supplant its presence with a swift knee to the satyr's face, your knee crashing into his cheekbone and knocking him back to the grass below with a shrill bleat. Another firm kick to the gut and he curls up in pain, his hopes of escape thusly dashed.

With a little *hmph*, you stand above him once more, your stiff cock bouncing resoundingly in your peripheral vision. Still thoroughly aroused, you resolve to put your opponent to better use. Dropping to your knees, you grab a handful of goat fur with each hand and direct the head of your cock between his animalistic ass cheeks. Pressing forward you sink the thick flesh of your dick into the satyr's puckered asshole after a little effort. His warm insides envelop inch after inch of your dick until you're up to the hilt.

You continue pissing deep in the satyr, drawing back for languid, full thrusts of your dick. You utter another low groan of relief as the stream dribbles to an end. You resume the rhythm of your fucking at a slower rate at first, enjoying the wet sensation of your essence sloshing against your dick as you mix up his insides. Pee leaks in little rivulets from the goat-man's puckered asshole as your abuse continues, working up to a breakneck pace. Sweat beads on your skin as you fuck the satyr's ass with the full length of your {cock descript}, drawing nearly every inch out each time, only to plunge it home once more.

You pop by the creek for a quick rinse before heading back to camp.

Comments:
Dude really likes piss and commas, can't tell which he prefers over the other. Replaced 'smack' with 'knee', less likely to confuse readers with a hand slap. Removed 'armor-clad', dude, you just took it off. Spellcheck: essense>essence.
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Before:
[Izma Watersports Scene]
[Lover Izma with cock]
With a lecherous grin, you approach your squaloid lover. Izma's eyes soften as she [if taller] cocks her head up [if shorter] lowers here stare to meet your gaze. Tucking a fingertip under the cloth of her bikini top, you gently pull your shark-girl beta in for a kiss. Locking her lips with yours, you invade Izma's mouth with your tongue, swirling it about as your hands explore her cool, moist skin. Embracing you in return, the touch of your hands on your bodies waxes and wanes from soft caresses and playful pokes and prods to more lustful smacks and squeezes.
Breaking the kiss, you run your fingers through Izma's brilliant white hair. You nustle your face along her forehead and take a deep breath, your nostrils filled with her brisk, briny aroma of the sea. You idly register a brush along your inner thigh as Izma's cock swells in anticipation, parting the grassy frills of her skirt. Playfully, you pinch your thighs together, eliciting a surprised "eep!" from the shark-girl.

You draw Izma in again and lower yourselves down to the ground. Slipping her bikini free, Izma's ample breasts pop free; your [clothes] are discarded in short order as well. Amid your canoodling, you roll about in the lush greens before settling atop your lover, her back resting comfortably in a tuft of taller grass. Dragging your fingertips up the shark girl's thigh, you take her dick in your hand, encouraging it with furtive tugs and strokes. Izma pants in time as the flesh of your palm slides up and down her shaft.

Turning back to face her, you trap the shaft of Izma's cock between the cheeks of your [ass description]. Lowering down, you kiss her once more, gyrating your hips to work her manhood with your ass. Breaking the smooch, you lean your head to the side and whisper in her ear, informing her exactly what you intend her to do next.

Inquisitively, Izma responds, "You mean it?"

You nod. Stammering, she replies, "B-, b- but--" You silence her inquiry with a hand placed firmly around her neck.

Frozen in deference, your beta girl meets your gaze, gulps, and nods.

Smiling, you sit up once more above your lover. Standing up on your knees, you grab her dick again, this time with both hands, and guide its dark-red head to your [asshole description]. Izma lies motionless and watches, the furtive beat of her heart resonating through her cock in rhythmic twitches. Lowering your hips, you work the shark-girls massive member up your ass, shuddering in equal parts pleasure and effort as inch after inch crawls up your insides. Now fully bottomed out, the only motion between you registers along all fifteen inches buried in your butt.

Taking her by the throat again, you fiercely lock eyes with your bitch and say, "Now."

Izma lets out a small grunt. Squinting a bit, the shark-girl relieves her bladder, pissing deep in your ass. Warmth balloons inside you, the tingling sensation of Izma's hot piss flowing from her cock head and swelling to fill your insides. You grunt and shudder from the feeling, and Izma pants as she exerts. The warmth and feeling of fullness seems to overwhelm you as the tingling begins to subside.

You rise up, slipping Izma's dick free with a resounding "plop" before turning away to present yourself. On your knees, you turn your head back towards your lover. "Fuck me. Now."

After a brief pause, Izma's focus snaps back, and she sits up, positioning herself behind you. With a small effort, she sinks her cock back into your ass and hunches forward, mounting you doggy style. The sensation of her dick in your still-full ass crashes over you in waves as she begins to thrust. Your eyes roll back at the sensation of sloshing as the rhythmic pounds of Izma's hips stir the hot piss enema stuffed in your backside. Rivulets of her essence escape your ass each time she pulls back, matting your thighs and filling the air with a raw, musty scent of lovemaking. Glancing back, you watch her ample tits bounce in time with her thrusts, lewdly springing to and fro as she grunts and moans in pleasure.

The pace of your fucking ebbs and wanes; both Izma's hips and yours gyrate erratically as the torrid buttfuck leaves you weak at the knees. [if cock] Your [cock description] dribbles spunk in short spurts as the pressure on your prostate drives you over the edge. [if vagina] the walls of your [vagina description] clench against themselves as the ministrations from your backside milk an orgasm from your untouched nethers. With a languid cry, Izma jams her hips squarely to meet yours, burying all fifteen inches as her double-ballsack dumps thick ropes of cum inside you. The two of you collapse, breathing heavily as you come down from your climax. Izma withdraws her dick from your butt and flops back on the grass bed behind her.

What do you do now?

[Leave] [Snuggle] [Return to Sender]

[Leave]
You approach Izma and plant a kiss on her lips. With a wink, you rise up and gather your effects, wandering off to wash up and redress as she recovers from the experience.

[Snuggle]
Rolling about, you slide up to Izma and plant a kiss on her lips. Wordless up to this point, she finally pipes up.

"Hot damn."

You giggle. Embracing the shark girl, you nestle together for a cat nap, basking in the afterglow.

About half an hour passes, and you stir. Izma lazily snores beside you. Carefully, you extract yourself from her embrace and gather your effects, popping over to the stream to wash up before returning to camp.

[Return to Sender]

Your beta lies spread eagle on her back, still overwhelmed from the experience. Her cock, now only half-hard, dribbles a last-forgotten bit of jizz down her thigh. Turning your attention back to yourself, your gut is still full, packed with equal servings of Izma's hot piss and thick cum.

Maybe she'd like a taste?

Rolling about, you slide up to Izma and plant a kiss on her lips.

"That's my little girl," you say. "Good job."
"Just one more thing to take care of," you continue with a smirk.

Apprehensively, she replies, "What's that?"

In short order, you swing your legs over her head, resting your [hips description] on her DD-cup breasts in a reverse-cowgirl position. Scootching back, you press your well-fucked asshole up to her face. Taking the hint, your beta sits up and goes to work, running her tongue along the crack of your ass before zeroing in and going to town on the ring of your asshole. Relaxing, it dilates, and the raw mixture of the shark-girl's semen and urine discharges. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, the sensations washing over you, along with the dimly registered lapping sounds as Izma cleans up after herself. Juices run down her cheeks and trace rivulets down her neck before trickling to the ground below. Still listening, you register a few *gulps* as well.

What a good little bitch, you muse playfully to yourself.

With one more gulp, Izma stops. You stand up and turn around before straddling her with your hips again. [if cock] Your [cock description] comes to rest along the cleave of Izma's breasts, the head mere inches from her face. Looking down into her eyes, you ask,

"You want more?"

Returning your gaze with soft, wide pupils, she stiffens. She stares into your eyes, fierce with dominance, motionless for a moment, before responding with a barely-registered nod.

"You want it?"

Izma nods again, more surely this time.

"Say it."

"I want it," she answers, softly.

"You want what?"

"I w-want you to, to go in my m-mouth," she mumbles, before darting her eyes away.

"Don't look away. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Look, j-just fucking do it, [name]."

[if cock] Izma slides forward, gently pursing her lips around the head of your [cock descript]. She laps at it, briefly swirling her tongue around the head before looking up to you, expectantly. With a clench, you relieve yourself, flooding Izma's lips with a salty stream of your warm piss. Closing her eyes, the beta girl's cheeks swell and she swallows. She gulps loudly again, and again, and again as you empty yourself. Taking a handful of her silver hair, you pull her back, popping your cock free and pissing in her face, soaking her hair and leaving a sheen on her skin. Izma sticks her tongue out as the last of your stream dribbles out; she traces her tongue up the sinews of your shaft once before swallowing one last time.

[if vagina] Izma slides forward before plunging her face into your pussy. She runs her tongue up and down, tasting you and your musk before looking up to you, expectantly. With a clench, you relieve yourself, flooding Izma's lips with a salty stream of your warm piss. Closing her eyes, the beta girl's cheeks swell and she swallows. She gulps loudly again, and again, and again as you empty yourself. Taking a handful of her silver hair, you pull her back, shifting your hips to piss in her face, soaking her hair and leaving a sheen on her skin. Izma sticks her tongue out as the last of your stream dribbles out; she takes one playful tongue-swipe at your clit before swallowing one last time.

You help Izma to her feet as you prepare to depart. In a flash, she draws you in for a kiss, swapping the salty aftertaste of her work before pulling back with a wink, as if to say, "Anytime, darling."

The two of you pop over to the stream to wash up before returning to camp.

After:[Izma Watersports Scene]
[Lover Izma with cock]
With a lecherous grin, you approach your squaloid lover. Izma's eyes soften as she [if taller] cocks her head up [if shorter] lowers her stare to meet your gaze. Tucking a fingertip under the cloth of her bikini top, you gently pull your shark-girl beta in for a kiss. Locking her lips with yours, you invade Izma's mouth with your tongue, swirling it about as your hands explore her cool, moist skin. Embracing you in return, the touch of your hands on your bodies waxes and wanes from soft caresses and playful pokes and prods to more lustful smacks and squeezes.
Breaking the kiss, you run your fingers through Izma's brilliant white hair. You nustle your face along her forehead and take a deep breath, your nostrils filled with her brisk, briny aroma of the sea. You idly register a brush along your inner thigh as Izma's cock swells in anticipation, parting the grassy frills of her skirt. Playfully, you pinch your thighs together, eliciting a surprised "Eep!" from the shark-girl.

Inquisitively, Izma responds, "You mean it?"

You nod. Stammering, she replies, "B-, b- but--" You silence her inquiry with a hand placed firmly around her neck.

Frozen in deference, your beta girl meets your gaze, gulps, and nods.

Taking her by the throat again, you fiercely lock eyes with your bitch and say, "Now."

You rise up, slipping Izma's dick free with a resounding "plop" before turning away to present yourself. On your knees, you turn your head back towards your lover. "Fuck me. Now."

After a brief pause, Izma's focus snaps back, and she sits up, positioning herself behind you. With a small effort, she sinks her cock back into your ass and hunches forward, mounting you doggy style. The sensation of her dick in your still-full ass crashes over you in waves as she begins to thrust. Your eyes roll back at the sensation of sloshing as the rhythmic pounds of Izma's hips stir the hot piss enema stuffed in your backside. Rivulets of her essence escape your ass each time she pulls back, matting your thighs and filling the air with a raw musty scent of lovemaking. Glancing back you watch her ample tits bounce in time with her thrusts, lewdly springing to and fro as she grunts and moans in pleasure.

What do you do now?

[Leave] [Snuggle] [Return to Sender]

[Leave]
You approach Izma and plant a kiss on her lips. With a wink, you rise up and gather your effects, wandering off to wash up and redress as she recovers from the experience.

[Snuggle]
Rolling about, you slide up to Izma and plant a kiss on her lips. Wordless up to this point, she finally pipes up.

"Hot damn."

You giggle. Embracing the shark girl, you nestle together for a cat nap, basking in the afterglow.

[Return to Sender]

Maybe she'd like a taste?

Rolling about, you slide up to Izma and plant a kiss on her lips.

"That's my little girl," you say. "Good job."
"Just one more thing to take care of," you continue with a smirk.

Apprehensively, she replies, "What's that?"

In short order, you swing your legs over her head, resting your [hips description] on her DD-cup breasts in a reverse-cowgirl position. Scooching back, you press your well-fucked asshole up to her face. Taking the hint, your beta sits up and goes to work, running her tongue along the crack of your ass before zeroing in and going to town on the ring of your asshole. Relaxing, it dilates, and the raw mixture of the shark-girl's semen and urine discharges. With a deep breath you close your eyes, the sensations washing over you, along with the dimly registered lapping sounds as Izma cleans up after herself. Juices run down her cheeks and trace rivulets down her neck before trickling to the ground below. Still listening, you register a few *gulps* as well.

What a good little bitch, you muse playfully to yourself.

With one more gulp Izma stops. You stand up and turn around before straddling her with your hips again. [if cock] Your [cock description] comes to rest along the cleave of Izma's breasts, the head mere inches from her face. Looking down into her eyes you ask,

"You want more?"

Returning your gaze with soft wide pupils, she stiffens. She stares into your eyes fierce with dominance, motionless for a moment before responding with a barely-registered nod.

"You want it?"

Izma nods again, more surely this time.

"Say it."

"I want it," she answers, softly.

"You want what?"

"I w-want you to, to go in my m-mouth," she mumbles, before darting her eyes away.

"Don't look away. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Look, j-just fucking do it, [name]."

[if cock] Izma slides forward, gently pursing her lips around the head of your [cock descript]. She laps at it, briefly swirling her tongue around the head before looking up at you expectantly. With a clench you relieve yourself, flooding Izma's lips with a salty stream of your warm piss. Closing her eyes the beta girl's cheeks swell and she swallows. She gulps loudly again, and again, and again as you empty yourself. Taking a handful of her silver hair you pull her back, popping your cock free and pissing in her face soaking her hair and leaving a sheen on her skin. Izma sticks her tongue out as the last of your stream dribbles out; she traces her tongue up the sinews of your shaft once before swallowing one last time.

[if vagina] Izma slides forward before plunging her face into your pussy. She runs her tongue up and down, tasting you and your musk before looking up at you expectantly. With a clench you relieve yourself, flooding Izma's lips with a salty stream of your warm piss. Closing her eyes, the beta girl's cheeks swell and she swallows. She gulps loudly again, and again, and again as you empty yourself. Taking a handful of her silver hair you pull her back, shifting your hips to piss in her face soaking her hair and leaving a sheen on her skin. Izma sticks her tongue out as the last of your stream dribbles out; she takes one playful tongue-swipe at your clit before swallowing one last time.

The two of you pop over to the stream to wash up before returning to camp.

Comments:
typo check: here > her. "eep!" > "Eep!". Too many commas. 'Scootching' > 'Scooching'. 'to' > 'at'. 'to' > 'at'. Probably butchered something while clearing the comma forest, can't have made it worse at least.
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Skipping the already proofread one.
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