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The ballroom was bathed in a splendor of light, music, and dancing. The room was enormous, flanked by grand white pillars, an ornate ceiling, and red oak floors throughout. There was a raised stage at the far end of the room, a square 100 x 100 feet across. Intricate designs were carved into its surface. The panels were scuffed from dancing, their forms slightly marred by gaffs and marks in the wood from the partygoers.There was a section just past the dance floor where a string orchestra played. Abigail recognized the melody that she had heard prior to entering the castle. The haunting tune flowed brilliantly from violins, cellos, and violas. She felt drawn to the dance floor, mesmerized by the figures twirling on stage. Abigail experienced a surreal, strong intimate desire to join the dancers, melting into the flow of their passionate waltz.Her concentration was interrupted by a figure that suddenly brushed past her. She recognized the offender as Jacob. He strode by briskly, moving deftly amongst the crowd, toward the performing musicians. She watched as he approached the violin player at the center of the player group. The violinist was swaying as she pulled her bow delicately across the strings.Jacob’s muse was a curious creature, her form similar to that of a cheetah. She bore a feline face, complete with a pink nose on her small snout. She had delicate furry ears poking out from the back of her head. One of them had a small chunk missing from the tip. Her skin bore a fur coat of yellow and orange, with spots of brown speckled throughout. She wore a thin white evening gown that clung tightly to her svelte frame. A long silver chain hung from her neck, dipping down into the crevice between her generous breasts. Her white dress bore a long open center, exposing the inner parts of her breasts and the smooth sensual curves of her tight abdomen. The chain snaked down to her waist with a vertical strand before it split off, izmit escort bayan hanging loosely around her wide hips.The dress accentuated her feminine curves, stretched tightly across her bare tits, exposing perk nipples just below the thin fabric. The long dress swayed with her movements as she played. She poured her soul into the music with each push and pull of the bow. The loose strands of her dress folded and dove between her legs. The material ends glided around her heels, drifting on the waves of music, carried along by the haunting melody.A tail snaked up from below the creature’s dress, lifting up the back of the fabric. It smoothly waived from side to side. A brief glimpse of an exposed butt cheek and panty fabric can occasionally be glimpsed between its cadence. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on Abigail. But this cheetah wasn’t the only oddity of all the guests. Far from it.The majority of the creatures in the ballroom were a curious amalgamation of human and wild beast. She spotted an enormous elephant-like male on the dance floor. He wore a comically large suit. Abigail figured it had to have been tailored for his exaggerated size. Large white majestic tusks sprouted from between his lips. His large trunk swung with his body as he danced. Comically small reading glasses hung loosely on his stern face. His massive wrinkled gray hands were the size of a man’s head. They were currently wrapped around the hips of his partner, a female centaur. Unlike the centaur they had met previously, this one was not wearing anything at all. Her breasts heaved as she danced with the elephant creature. Her mane was braided in a long tail which hung to just below her pelvis. Her hooves trotted along with the music, deftly keeping pace with her partner. Keeping up with the elephant’s moves, she leaned passionately into the beast’s chest. Her breast pressed against his massive frame, their eyes locked together, izmit eve gelen escort lips inches apart. She could tell the mare was in heat, her tail occasionally wagging, exposing a wet cunt that was eager, desperate for a male’s cock to penetrate its depths.As Abigail watched the ecliptic mix of creatures on the dance floor, she was surprised when a voice spoke up from behind her.“May I have this dance, My lady?”When Abigail turned around, she saw where the voice had originated. Standing close, towering over her, was a tall dark gray gorilla. The beast was an imposing sight, body rippling with muscles. He wore a black tuxedo with a white collared dress shirt. His feet and arms were bare, covered in fur. The creature did not wear pants, instead the tails of his coat lay bare against his furry muscular legs.She tried not to stare at the impossible sight before her, but she found her gaze inescapably drawn to the creature’s bare exposed cock. It was impressively large, easily the girth of a man’s fist. It hung limply, resting on the creature’s massively hairy balls. She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it or not, but it seemed like she could almost taste the smell of sex from the creature. Was that cum glistening on his member?Had the beast recently had sex?Why was that turning her on?These questions flashed through her mind, but despite this, she offered the creature her hand anyway. He grasped her hand in a strong, confident grip and began to lead her toward the dance floor. Abigail allowed herself to be led, suddenly flush, a heat spreading from between her legs. She had barely a moment to take in the numerous creatures she passed. All of them were in various states and manners of undress. Despite the gorilla’s massive size, he was surprisingly limber. He moved effortlessly through the stage, keeping up with her as she began to move and dance along with the music.She twirled and spun, izmit otele gelen escort lost to the haunting melody. The gorilla’s large arms were a reassuring presence to her delicate frame. She felt safe, protected in his hold. It felt good to be in the beast’s arms. Large hands gripped her waist, powerful, reassuring. As she stepped carefully, moving her body with the highs and lows of the performance, she laid her head gently on the creature’s chest. Abigail relaxed into his embrace, feeling the strong beating within the creature’s chest. The edges of her vision blurred as she twirled and spun with the gorilla. The colors of the dance hall shone brightly in her vision, an overexposed collage of tones and shadows.Out of the corner of her eye, Abigail noticed the prince speaking with another creature in the far corner. She recognized the beast as the centaur who had guided them to the castle. In the next moment, the gorilla spun, and she was facing away again.She closed her eyes, lost in the perfect moment of the evening. She felt the world pull away from her, leaving just her and the beast in the center of the stage. She began to drift in a hazy euphoria, the wild smell of the guerrilla beginning to turn her on. She felt helpless to resist as the space between her legs began to get noticeably wet. She bit her lip gently, a growing electric passion beginning to spread through her virgin body. A need to be lost, released or taken by sexual desire.Abigail moved her hand between herself and the beast. Her fingers brushed against the creature’s furry crotch. The pads of her fingers just glanced at the creature’s cock. She was startled to feel the slick slimy cum and remains of a female’s sex on the gorilla’s member. The beast released a sensual growl low in his throat.Emboldened by his encouraging response, she stretched out her hand again, this time managing to grab a handful of the creature’s balls. The massive testicles felt heavy in her palm. They had a leathery slick surface. She felt a dampness there as well. She let out her own moan as she messaged the creature’s balls between her palm and fingers, squeezing gently. This caused the creature’s thick cock to begin to respond to her undivided attention.

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