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-Ugh, bloody hell.... - groaned the silver-haired wolf, surrendering to the hot tremblings that shook her lower paws.
Not like she could put up much of a fight.
The mating cycle always knew how to ruin her morning, once it hit.
Being a Hellhound had its flaws (fleas, ticks, fur balls everywhere…) and this, in particular, was fucking hard to control on the worst days, when crazy hormones seemed to boil you alive, from the inside to the outside.
Every time, Loona tried to prepare herself, to dose the right pills to reduce incoming pain, but being a teenager meant a decent charge of adrenaline was in the way, and I assure you that for something like it, there was no medicament that could REALLY prove itself to be 100% helpful.
Getting depressed in bed would not have made her feel better, so, taking advantage of the sinuous canine tail to stand, the female mastiff was, at least, able to move more freely. Damn it tho: alone, she would not have found any comfort, unless sticking to the clinging secretions that were her love liquids, staining fingers sliding in wanton towards South.
It did not particularly appeal to the animal-looking girl, as a scenario.
Masturbation sucked, it only increased the excitement to the maximum, without giving a release that freed from all cravings.
She could take an evening tour of some downtown pub, and would certainly have found a guy more than willing to let her have a good time.
Certainly during this period of the year, even the most demanding demons looked beyond mere physical appearance, and even if Loona wouldn’t turn out to be exactly their prototype of a woman, there would be no complaints.
Humanoid wolves tried to help each other, avoiding other inferior Hellborns like the plague.
This was more a kindness than a preference under the sheets, as their bestiality once the mating dances began, was anything but soft.
Sure had a tough row to hoe here, huh?
Especially after the occasional fucks Loona could never turn down, (after the right shots of alcohol).
Those had led to syphilis, not a pleasant thing at ALL.
Her dad…ehm… Blitz, gave the teen a lecture that never seemed to end. Since then, having some privacy had become impossible, with that overprotective tutor wannabe , always following her around.
Not that the girl wanted to indulge in the first madman on the ring road, but she missed throwing herself into the fray.
Vortex, the fixed thought in the fog of fantasies occupying her mind. Since she had met him, Loona had developed an all too obvious crush. Tex had a girlfriend and addressing him with puppy eyes, asking to screw her, surely would have produced an even bigger mess.
But at the moment and considering the pitiful circumstances, Loona didn't have much else to hold on to. If she wanted to go back to a moderate sex drive, she MUST fiddle over the edge of someone else's pants.
The woman hoped to find the male specimen of her infernal race in the office occupied by his boss, Verosika Mayday, with her toady crew.
Just going outside made the wolf nervous: any Hellhound, even miles away, could smell her sweet, intoxicating scent.
The singer’s succubus gang was a danger, if Loona planned to keep her shorts intact: they didn't give a damn how hard they could be handled by a werewolf in heat. Most likely they would have wanted more.
The adolescent really should have avoided attracting attention.
The part of the building reserved for IMP seemed deserted and thank Satan for it.
She did not want to invent excuses to justify why she walked with her appendix RIGHT between her thighs, in a vain attempt to find momentary friction there.
Finally, Loona climbed right through the emergency stairs, which surely led to the third and penultimate level land.
Passing by made it impossible for anyone to notice her footsteps from inside.
Right?
As soon as she forced the panic handle with a leap, which only thanks to mother nature she could perform without injury, the wolf almost landed on a very confused Vortex.
-Hey kiddo, what are you doing around here? - he greeted, cordial as usual.
-Hey, Tex. What's shaking? - Loona forced a smile, so much that the bodyguard wondered if she had gum problems.
That little one was really…odd, but he felt she had a good heart.
There was much worse around, at her age.
- I wanted to say hello, and ask you something ... - now, to be honest, the man could feel, knowing for sure he wasn’t wrong, the lust emanating from her frame.
He didn't want to embarrass Loona by asking her to get away from him, but why on earth would she go around alone and come to him, a MAN, IN THE MIDDLE OF LOVE SEASON?
Why him, most likely another victim of the same phenomenon, from which she suffered consequences too?
-V, pal.
I don't know how to get to the point without mistaking you me for a prostitute or something.
So I will speak outright.
We both know these are days… hard for our fellow Hellhounds. -.
Oh, poor choice of words there. Vortex felt a strange tension unleash in his muscles.
-I know you are in a probably great relationship and stuff..but, I want this heat to go away.
With you.
I trust in you, that's all, and I would like to explore it without the risk of some jerk doing what he shouldn’t…-.
-Hello there whores.
Do you need anything? A bed, handcuffs, whipped cream? -.
A chuckle, crystal clear like stream water and sweet like the best sugar cube you could imagine to swallow.
Verosika stood there, her hot pink hourglass figure spoke for itself.
It matched with an accessorized pink fur coat, under which she was wearing a tightly-fitted white and black mini dress.
Long ombre-white hair with pink undertones completed her ravishing complexion.
-Boss, we, I…. I thought you were still rehearsing-.
-Vortex, save your breath.
The atmosphere is already spicy, you don't want to finish before a second ride on the carousel, do you?-
Loona almost had a heart attack: the ex-girlfriend of her not quite father was there, the most seductive pop star of the hellish circles.
Shit, her makeup was also shitty.
- It was enough for me to hear the words hard, desire and release, and here I am.
You are the adopted child of that limp dick of my ex, am I right? -.
"Yes, Miss Mayday," the lupine girl said, looking at the ground, with shame.
-Eyes up, snow fur.
You are not bad at all.
At least you want to fully satisfy your desires, you know what you want!
I fucking love it! That’s the right spirit! -.
The diva wanted to have fun with those two, it would be a show to remember.
While her friends turned the recording studio into a porn set, making Blitz's baby one of her eager sluts would have been a lifelong setback.
- You look uncertain, Vortex.
All those muscles and you're stiffer than a virgin hole before foreplay.
I'll take care of it, you horny fucks-.
……..
The following hours were ... pure madness, aphrodisiac in its purest form , without seat belts before use. No warnings and honestly they were too drunk to care.
After the amber drops of the pop star's bottle had mixed with their rough tongues, the game was over. Enchanting them and persuading the Hellborns to fuck like rabbits seemed almost a gift to those desperate, poor wolves..
There was nothing left of the clothes but shreds on the floor, while the room seemed to flicker with neon lights, confusingly. Verosika watched, without directly intervening.
Just a little lick here and there for personal taste.
Loona was fucking sexy, she really was.
With the right skanky dress and some lube, she could have sparked in the ring from which the succubus came from.
But for now, she enjoyed the grunts, the fingernails spilling blood without decorum or hint of naivety.
Nature took its course in such a way… .. instinctive.
And one, cannot go against the call of the wild.