King padded into the living room on two legs, his Pembroke Corgi frame tense under the black-and-white collar, baby-blue eyes narrowing at Malcolm's lithe silhouette by the window. "You still think you own every word I say, Malcolm?" the corgi growled, voice sharp with resentment. Malcolm smirked, olive eyes cold. "I do, King. One slip about your old life and you'll regret it." Susan strode in then, tall and confident, her presence commanding the space. "Boys, enough posturing. Malcolm, your control issues are showing again—want me to remind you who's really in charge here?" Her witty retort hung in the air as she pulled Malcolm close, her hands assertive on his chest. Tension crackled; Malcolm's breath hitched while King watched, tail flicking despite himself. Susan shoved Malcolm onto the couch, stripping him with hungry efficiency, her strong grip wrapping around his hardening cock. "Look at you, already so hard for me," she teased, dropping to her knees for a slick blowjob that left Malcolm panting. She stood, shedding her clothes, her pussy visibly wet and dripping as she straddled him. "Fuck me like you mean it," Susan commanded, lowering onto his cock with a gasp, riding him hard while King stood frozen, sweating and horny at the sight. Malcolm thrust up, gripping her ass as they moved in sweaty rhythm, her moans sharp and unyielding. She came first with a cry, pussy clenching around him until Malcolm followed, cum spilling deep inside her as they both panted through the release. King shifted uncomfortably, the air thick with unspoken heat. "This curse might bite back harder than you think," Susan murmured with a knowing smile, hinting at nights yet to unfold.
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