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Morning sunlight clawed through the edges of blackout curtains and onto a vacant beanbag chair. Quiet surrounded that private little cube of Hell that Loona called her room, for there were no obnoxious birds in the city to screech its occupants awake. Posters of various grunge and metal bands lined the scratched wallpaper, dead lights with black and red bulbs hung down in low loops to accent a standing mirror, and a well-kept carpet covered the ground. The walls were busy, but the middle of the floor was clear; the clutter pushed to corners of the room.
A blaring alarm unleashed two shrieks of noise, then was promptly shut off by the slam of Loona’s hand against the snooze button. Eyes barely open in the darkness, a massive yawn stretched her canine muzzle wide and allowed a wide tongue to curl outwards for a taste of fresh air. Well, as fresh as apartment air could get without an open window and shit air conditioning, anyway. Dark, loose fabric slid down one of her shoulders; a proper bed shirt that was too cozy to toss away but too grungy to wear in public.
Reluctant to leave the warm embrace of her blankets, she groaned and rubbed at both eyes; feet already swung out over the edge of the bed. Normally, at this hour, she’d smell pancakes, bacon, or at least hear some general noise from Blitz. Their absence caused her gradual stir from slumber to expedite itself, and Loona was soon on her feet. That sleep shirt draped down over her waist and upper thighs, so her lack of pants wasn’t an issue; if anything, she could just hide behind the door and peek out.
A familiar scratched couch greeted her as she opened her bedroom door. The lights weren’t on, the TV was dead, and no on was in the kitchen. From that angle, she couldn’t see if anyone or anything was on the couch itself, and so she eased the door further open. There, passed out on the sofa, was Blitz; horse patterned blanket draped halfway across his body.
Loona’s head tilted inquisitively to the side; odd, normally he slept in a shirt, but the bare crest of his white-scarred shoulders hung proudly above the blanket. Boot-shaped feet sat near the armrest, unmoving, and his chest barely rose and fell. He wasn’t snoring like he usually did, nor was he dreaming and muttering to himself; Blitz was a notorious sleep talker. Trapped in a sneaky game of politeness and social anxiety, she began to contemplate what day of the week it was. One glance at the kitchen calendar, even from afar, showed that it was Saturday.
Fuck, she woke up early on a Saturday; damnit.
A day for rest, relaxation, and a giant bucket of zero fucks to give; it was the holiest of days in their home. No work calls, no emails, no contracts: freedom. Saturday’s mere presence replaced Loona’s morning grogginess with a fresh sensation, one that washed over her shoulders and trembled to her knees. Her nose briefly flared as she prepared to inhale, then paused to quiet it down, as to not wake Blitz. Typically, the longer he slept the better, because that meant there was less of a chance he’d bother her; but him dozing on the couch also meant that the only television was off limits.
“Shit…” Loona whispered to herself. Both hands ran back through her long mane, as a tingle surged through her body and closed her eyes. This feeling was far too familiar, and it always began as a seemingly small thing; a tiny urge, a soft insistence, until it eventually bloomed into a need that couldn’t be ignored. The hellhound closed her eyes and blindly walked into the kitchen for a glass of water.
Ignore it. Ignore it.
Something cold might help, and so she poured herself a tall, plastic glass of tap water and chugged it down with audible gulps. While it fixed her morning dehydration and refreshed her throat it didn’t do anything to ease her physical urge. This time, when her nostrils flared, they were allowed to unleash the exhale with steady, prolonged force. Ass to the countertop, she tilted her neck back and forced her body to relax. Starting at the eyes, the sensation rippled down from her brain, to the underside of her ribs, and finally to her quads. Clawed, furry toes flexed and curled; anything to purse a pleasurable sensation of relaxation. Thighs pushed together, and the sensation that eased through her lower body brought a soft grunt to the inside of sharp canines.
Well, Blitz was asleep…
Cautiously, tense fingers slipped beneath her shirt and teased the lining of her panties. It would be so easy to just fix all of her problems right there in the kitchen, and all it would cost her was a bit of dignity. The thought of it brought a giddy, dirty little chill to her spine, and a hot blush filled her cheeks.
Fuck it.
Her hand slipped fully beneath her underwear; fingers softly brushed between her legs and her tongue dragged along animalistic teeth. Relief, although brief, triggered in her brain as she finally responded to her needy body. Hips leaned into her hand…and right as she was about to get started in earnest, Blitz muttered in his sleep!
Loona’s hand shot out of her panties and gripped the edge of the counter immediately; entire body stiffened in fear of being caught doing something so lewd. When she finally decided to risk a glance back towards the couch, Blitz still seemed fast asleep. A sigh of relief left her lips, quiet as could be, and she turned to walk from the kitchen and seek the privacy of her bedroom. Yet, as she walked by the couch…she had to stop for a double take.
Blitz was clearly having a dream, a really good dream. The horse blanket was tented…and it was a big fucking tent! Like a deer in headlights, Loona froze mid-stride, eyes locked on that massive protrusion. Disgust, revulsion, and shame hit her brain all at once and compelled her head to turn away and save her eyes from such a sight…but she didn’t. Her heart began to pump, its beat in both ears as that need from before anchored itself between her thighs and ran a tether straight to her chest.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Loona gripped the edge of the couch and forced her eyes shut, then clenched them hard as temptation rolled through her body and mind.
He’s a deep sleeper. Just take a peek, he’ll never know. What’s the harm? Look at that fucker; it’d be a crime not to at least see it.
Claws curled against the carpet, her thigh taut enough to induce a charlie horse; if not for having just hydrated seconds ago. Such dirty thoughts caused her head to sway in denial, the rough material of the couch clenched between her fingers for support. Molten heat, akin that of steam, drifted from her hot, salivating maw; fuck, she was burning up. Unbidden images ran through her mind at lightning speed, and their influence caused her thighs to smash together and squirm on the spot; arousal throbbing on her tongue.
It’s not like you two are related or anything; no blood ties at all. Besides, that’s the dick that fucked Verosika Mayday! You’ve always been a little curious, don’t deny it.
“Shut up!” she hissed to herself, knees bowed towards each other as she willed her legs to move. Those defiant words seemed to be enough, and a burst of freedom gave Loona the strength to release the couch and rush to her bedroom. She quickly closed the door as quietly as she could, made sure it was locked, then rushed to her nightstand. Metal scraped against metal as it opened to reveal its contents; cigarette packs still in their plastic wrapping, spare change, an assortment of bracelets, but most importantly, an unmarked black box.
In a huff, Loona pulled it out and opened its lid, then pulled out a secondary container that held what she actually desired. A thick, rubbery, ribbed dildo with a suction cup at the end; too thick for her hand to completely grip the toy’s girth. One of her hands yanked up at the bottom of her sleep shirt, while a second hand pulled down her panties at the same time. Needy heat raged between her legs, greeted by the cooler temperature of her room, and urged her to hurry and calm it. She flung her clothing onto the bed, chose the nearest wall, and slapped the suction cup toy against it.
Fingers already fast at work against her slick folds, her feet were quick to back her up until that false tip bumped against her pussy. Immediately, Loona pushed back, and moaned as that thick girth squeezed inside of her; aided by her natural lubrication. Three strong fingers pried her jaw down and mashed against the top of her tongue as it tried to push upwards; heated huffs of breath enough to make her eyes roll up. Confident and practiced hips pushed back, then pulled forward, her insides gripped tightly around that fake cock. Her free hand went right back between her legs to toy with her clit; a dual pronged assault more than enough to double the dildo’s given pleasure.
Soon, those hips bounced back and forth at a steady pace, soft breasts bouncing along to the same beat. Steady pleasure filled her body, every movement a fresh blast that invigorated her mind to lose itself in the throes of masturbation. Gentle gyrations pressed those ribs against her inner walls, and Loona whined at the way they tickled her brain in that special way.
Poor girl, forced to rely on a cold toy.
That inner voice spoke again, it’s tone full of mockery and too similar to Loona’s own.
It can’t match the power of strong, hot muscular hips. It can’t pin you down, or fold you in half, or kiss you. It can’t grip your hair, moan in your ear, or even talk dirty. You’d be much happier if it were…say, Vortex.
The name brought an immediate image of the male hellhound; huge arms, deep voice, kind heart. Loona sped up, only half of that rod inside of her; it was her record, her limit, but the girth was enough to fill her up just right.
But he’s not available; you haven’t made your move on him and Bee yet. I know, I know, it takes courage and time, but you’re starved for a good, loving dicking! Why are you settling for something like this…when there’s free monster meat just outside your door?
Another moan trembled from Loona’s lips, the fingers in her mouth having moved to grope at her own chest; a single breast firmly framed as she bounced hard on that fat dildo. All that buildup was going somewhere, but it had plateaued once the voice had began to speak again. Pleasure assaulted her insides, but there was no immediate rise towards orgasm, and it made the process aggravating.
Come on, you know you want to.
“No…”
Such a thick, meaty, monstrous cock would surely be enough to sate you; fill you up nice and full.
“Fuck, shut up…”
All you have to do is slip that blanket off him. It’s literally so easy, and you’re wasting time on this instead! Get a taste of that imp meat, let him stuff your throat and cum down it; you’d lose your goddamn mind.
Loona slammed down on the dildo and bent forward to let her head hang, tongue out as the voice began to drown out the rapid beating of her own heart. Her body eased forward and pulled off the dildo, then shuffled forward to slide onto her knees. Mane forward, eyes wide, it made the voice all the more clear. As it continued to spoke, Loona’s fingers went back to work, and thrust up inside to rub and drag vigorously against her walls.
You saw how big that fucking thing was! That’s the kind of cock that deserves hot pussy like yours; that’s the heat quencher! What’s the harm in letting daddy pound one out inside of you, hm? I bet his load is fat, thick, and gooey; like fucking marshmallow fluff made out of lava!
A single canine bit down on her bottom lip and Loona clenched her eyes shut, her hips trapped in a constant rocking against her furiously pumping fingers. Shit, she still couldn’t cum! No matter what she did, what she used, she couldn’t quite get there. Anxiety and need swelled in her chest to the point that it pressed to her lungs and caused her moans to carry a whimper.
“God, shut the fuck up! No, that’s gross, and wrong, and he’s…he’s my dad…I can’t do that to him!”
Yes you can, you’re adopted remember? You’re his daughter in name only. If he hadn’t plucked you out of the pound, and you two had met on the street, you two would’ve smashed easily!
She tried not to listen, but what if there was truth in the voice’s taunting? What if she had fallen for Blitz the same way that Verosika and Stolas had? While all she saw in him now was a belligerent, weird, and clingy guy, there had to have been something there for him to land both a prince and a popstar. Doubt wormed into her mind, and temptation was swift to take advantage; its nefarious claws sank in deep to tear at her logic. The heat was too strong, her mind was clouded in a red haze of lust that burned and burned and burned!
Bottom lip still bit, Loona walked to the door, hand still between her legs, and peeked out. Blitz was still asleep, without a single peep. Luckily, her moaning and talking to the voice hadn’t seemed to have woken him up…which wasn’t exactly a good thing.
Canine nostrils flared, she crept out of her room and knelt at the side of the couch; stark nude. “Shit…” she muttered as quietly as she could, her words barely audible to even her sensitive canine hearing. “…am I really doing this?”
Yeah, you are bitch; now whip that fucker out!
Disgusted by the voice in her head, a cautious clawed hand hovered above the fabric of the horse blanket. Warm, matted material brushed against her fingers; well-kept and washed regularly. While the tent from before had diminished greatly, to the point that it was now just a long hill beneath the blanket. Hesitantly, her fingers splayed out as her palm descended, like a flaying saucer ready to beam up an unwitting abductee. She kept an eye on Blitz’s reaction and committed, her breath weak as a little tremble at the thickness of his bulge.
The blanket slid to the side…and revealed a completely nude Blitz. Toned crimson muscle, splotched with the white burn marks from his youth, and a fat summer sausage for a cock lay before Loona, completely at the whim of her next move. Whatever she wanted to do, she could. A gasp of awe, mingled with volcanic heat, left her lips at the sight of his cock.
It was fucking fat.
The biggest she’d ever seen.
Dear Satan.
Fuck.
Loona gulped. Her hand trembled as it moved above that absolute monster, then slid down along its side to compare its size to her forearm. The results made her thighs mash together and her fluffy tail to frizz up. It was in that lustful trance that she felt the heat of his body, the life that thrummed beneath it, and found the touch of his skin appealing. Taut abs acted as a ridged valley for her finger to trace along, and her breath found itself increasingly absent. She had to admit, Blitz had a nice body…
That made it all the easier for her to lean in and plant a gentle smooch against his cock. An immediate wave of pleasure hooked the inside of her groin, and Loona couldn’t help but give that monster meat a long, slow lick. The flavor was clean, but distinct from anything else she’d ever tasted; a tiny bit of brimstone musk that clung to every male imp in Hell. Its somewhat spicier potency tingled atop her sensitive tongue and swarmed along the bed of her tastebuds. A pleasurable marble of bliss rang inside of her groin; yes, this was what she needed.
Yet, it felt wrong; he was asleep, but…she’d die of shame if he woke up and saw her like this. “C’mon Blitz; stay asleep…” she begged, as she lifted his cock upwards and gawked at how much of a weighty bludgeon it was. Two hands grasped that shaft at the base and aimed it towards her muzzle, as her mouth opened wide and her tongue hung out into the open air.
Imp flesh touched her tongue, and Loona gave a low moan as the strong, bulbous tip plugged up her mouth with ease. Immediately, her head spun as that heavy flesh pinned her tongue down, and she gave a low, rumble of a moan. Knees smacked together, and Loona bobbed deeper without a second thought! Her head aimed down, then pulled back to drag the tip against the roof of her maw on the way back; hands filled with veiny, throbbing, imp cock. “Mmn…” she groaned. Every bob of her head was another jolt of pleasure, another weight on the rack, another droplet of energy towards an eventual orgasm.
Good girl, let him bust all over your face.
Lust combined with curiosity sank Loona’s head deeper, and the tip of that dick quickly bumped the back of her muzzle. Blitz’s cock was already such an overwhelming experience, and she wasn’t even throating him yet! Could he even feel this? A powerful throb inside of her mouth and a droplet of sweet precum said yes, but his unresponsive state said no. Loona’s natural lubrication dripped to the floor, wasted by her unwillingness to take a hand of that cock, and she folded.
One hand slapped up between her legs while the other stayed locked on Blitz’s meaty cock, furiously pumping it in her mouth. Relief spread through her pussy at the arrival of her fingers, and the energetic sucking and stroking only enhanced its power. A rising need spread like a wildfire during dry season; that dick was just too much to control! With a quiet gasp for air, Loona clamored atop the couch and knelt on all fours between his legs. A barrage of self inflicted cockslaps bombarded her tongue as she swung that bludgeon around.
Rigid muscle clenched in her hand, and a thick white marble of cum blossomed at that red cocktip, then burst forward in a hot shot of seed that draped over her head. Loona gasped at the sheer volume, then moaned as the strands blasted onto her face and tongue. Thighs mashed together as she took that facial with sexual abandon; something inside of her sated, despite the absence of an orgasm all her own.
Then, through the haze of euphoria, a rush of anxious guilt struck. Oh fuck, what had she just done? Where once her heart raced with excitement, it now raced with fear, and it rooted her to the spot. She’d just sucked off Blitz: Blitz! He was asleep, so…it wasn’t like he knew. Fuck, that somehow made it even worse. Loona bit down on the tips of her claws and silently squirmed in place, a whimper at the bottom of her throat over her actions. The voice that had tempted her so many times before was now absent. “Fuck…I’m such a piece of shit…”
Blitz began to stir, and the thought of being found out spurred her feet from the floor. She fumbled towards her bedroom door and dove inside, only to press her back to it and ensure it closed nice and tight. In the darkness of her bedroom, Loona chewed her bottom lip and shook her head, his flavor still on her lips and tongue.
Never again. She could never do that shit again.
-- Three Months Later --
Heat.
Stupid, fucking, biological heat.
Loona bit down on the tube sock wrapped in her jaws like a bridle and gnawed away. Atop her bed, both knees slammed together as she resisted the urge to deal with it. Pussy out in the open air, her tail remained still beneath her ass as her hormones raged in searing heat. This was always the worst time of year; the time when her entire being screamed nonstop at her to find some hung stud and catch a fat creampie. Sadly, for Loona, trusted studs were always in nonexistent supply. Scumbags and fratboys didn’t count; not like she could sneak out with a guy under Blitz’s eagle eye anyway. Oh, and not to mention puppies; fuck that.
Sex toys couldn’t help, neither could hands or fingers. Sure, there were pills, but they were fucking expensive as shit and refills took an eternity to get. She flopped onto her front in desperation and hiked that ass back, in the hope that some elevation would potentially get a cooling breeze on her hot box. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
Frustration brewed, and Loona slammed her face into the depth of her warm pillow; not to groan, but simply to hit something so that her brain could be distracted. That too, didn’t work.
From the other side of her door, the faint sound of the television perked her ear. It was the weekend, so Blitz had been binge-watching a show about cops in the human world; Brooklyn-Something. Their living room set up placed his bed, aka the couch, right outside of her door; which made it impossible to sneak out and slip by him! Even if she were willing to risk it with some stranger, his mere presence blocked the option entirely. He was always so chatty, too interested in where she was going and what she was doing. Sometimes, she imagined that he just wanted to tag along and spend time with her, but…
Bah, why was she thinking about him? Her heat was more important! She needed a way to get rid of it before she went absolutely rut nuts and started grinding on pillows.
In that moment of anger, her brain wiped itself of all current thought. For several seconds, no matter how hard she tried, Loona couldn’t come up with a solution to her problem…all except one. At the thought, she gripped one of her tits and mashed it against her sternum: no, don’t even think about it!
Yet, think about it she did, and memories from months ago resurfaced; her secret shame. The mental image alone made her start to salivate, her pussy clenched down as every inch of monstrous red imp dick seared itself into her mind once again, and her head rubbed against the pillow to try and smash out the lewd thoughts. Blitz’s laughter sliced through them, and Loona jolted straight up in bed.
The heat was too much; all consuming, it caused every last inch of her body to tingle and seethe, like she’d just eaten something spicy that refused to be cooled from her tongue. As she stepped down from the bed and untied the makeshift gag to toss it onto the floor, her legs trembled and forced her to hobble towards the door in nothing but panties and a faded graphic tee. Water might help; ice cold and debilitating enough to shock her system into obedience. As she slowly turned the knob and pushed open the door, the thought of just shoving a bag of ice down the front of her underpants felt all too appealing; anything to escape.
Blitz turned his head immediately as she appeared, and his spiked tail bounced against the couch cushions. “Hey-hey-hey Loonie! How’s my favorite girl in the whole wide world doing today? You just…banging your head to some music in there or something?”
Her sleep shirt hung to her thighs, which obscured her choice of, or lack thereof, pants from Blitz. The wide smile on his face should have been normal to look at, but something about it made her toes curl. Quickly, she walked behind the couch and into the kitchen, the bouncing of her breasts a sudden topic of note at the front of her mind as she threw open the refrigerator door. Cheese; wheels, bricks, slices, the mini wheels wrapped in netting and plastic cluttered up the shelves. Bottles of hot sauce filled the door racks, but at least there was an unexpired jug of milk. Amongst it all, she couldn’t find what she was looking for.
“Hey, where’s the Brita?”
“The what?”
“The plastic jug of water; you know, the one that purifies the tap water?”
“Oh, that. I…” Blitz’s voice held the vowel sound far too long for Loona’s liking. “…don’t…know.”
She rolled her eyes and closed the fridge. “Did you break it?”
“What; no, of course I didn’t.”
Cold air barely brushed her as the freezer done open. No bags of ice, no frozen fruit or vegetables…and no ice cube tray.
“Blitz…why is the freezer totally empty?”
“It is?” As she turned to look his way, she saw him lean upwards on the couch to get a better look. “Oh, would you look at that. Next bunch of assholes we kill, I’ll use the money to buy some popsicles; how’s that sound?”
“Damn it!” Frustration bubbled up from the depths and gifted her the energy to go to town on the freezer door. With wide swings, she slammed it open and shut on loop as ferocious growls helped her vent some of that anger into something unproductive. Even though she didn’t hear him move, his aura pressed against her back.
“Loonie, don’t break the fridge!”
“I’ll break your fucking head!”
She lunged forward, and Blitz skittered away like some frightened little lizard. He jumped over the couch and peeked over the opposite arm; finger jutted her direction. “Loonie, no!” His eyes widened as a distinctly hellhound-shaped shadow cast over him. “Oh, shit.” A spike short of being snatched, he dove and rolled out of the way, then scampered around the couch again. “I think you’re having a bit of an overre-ACT-ion!” he ducked, as a decorate pillow launched directly at his face.
“You stupid, big-dicked moron!”
“What?”
Blitz’s confusion froze him in place and slowed his reaction time, which gave Loona the perfect window to rush around the couch and make a grab for him. Those nimble circus muscles kicked in, like riding a bike, and he tried to backflip away…only for her hand to wrap around his tail! He crashed to the ground, directly onto his face.
“…ow.”
Like peeling a band-aid off a summer sidewalk, she yanked him up from the ground his tail and made a grab for his torso. “Come here!”
His boot-styled foot pressed against her shoulder and kicked off as gently as it could without hurting her, but hard enough to give him some swing. With beauty and grace, the former circus performer flipped over that head of gray fur and two fluffy ears to land atop her shoulders. Immediately, she swung her head down, and Blitz wrapped his arms around her head for dear life! Just like a pissed off bull, she bucked and swung about the room with feral growls, snarls, and huffs of hot air. With wild abandon, both demons careened towards a nearby wall. “Loonie, wait!”
Blitz’s horns hit the wall before the spines on his back did; the cheap rigidness of the wall crumbled beneath the impact and forced a pained groan from him. The collision left a dent that spat out chips and flakes of drywall as Loona pulled away. A clawed hand jutted up and grabbed his shirt, while another pried his legs apart, and she flung him over the top of her head. Luckily, the couch was there; and thought it was old, that bitch had some softness left in her. Right as he landed, she pounced atop him.
Furious hands gripped his wrists and yanked them together between his back spikes. A sharp knee pinned itself into the cushion beside him and pulled inwards to trap that slender, tiny body against the couch. Her head dipped down between and over his horns to plant her chest against the back of his head; which forced his face deep into the cushion.
“Got you! Now, why the fuck is there no ice or cold water?!”
Loona’s anger and pride was so fixated on having pinned her father, that what happened next only shocked her further. A sharp crack of a tail rang out, and a resounding, firm strike impacted upon her ass! Fur frizzled, her grip stumbled and relaxed, and a startled yelp leapt from her lips.
That motherfucker had just spanked her with his tail!
Blitz slithered out from beneath the larger, stronger hellhound, only to meet her shocked expression as he turned, hands out and splayed for peace. “Alright, look, I’ll admit I have a problem, but the hot sauce just goes so well with the natural flavor of the cheese, Loonie! It’s affordable, the spice keeps me ripped, and cereal is getting expensive, okay?” When Loona didn’t continue to chase him, he began to relax; but when she didn’t speak, he tilted his head. Wide eyes, locked shoulders, firm posture; like she was intensely focused on something, but it wasn’t him. No, that look was set to the distance; the look of someone that had disassociated. “Loonie?”
Pleasure tingled in the base of her spine; the dull throb of that residual spank an anchor to beg for a renewed version to grace her body again. It felt so good that all of her anger had been blown away, wiped clean, cleaned from head to toe. Just as it brought pleasure, it brought confusion: why? Her heat didn’t care, it simply needed to be sated, and that spank…awakened something. She hardly noticed as Blitz hopped up onto the couch and waved a hand in front of her face.
“Loonie? Did…are you okay? Did I break you?”
Silver and red eyes finally snapped back his way. “No…” she responded. Her hand rose up towards her neck, as if about to rub it, but instead hooked the loose fabric of her night shirt and yanked down to expose one of her breasts. “…but you should.”
Before Blitz could react, Loona grabbed his shirt again and yanked him in close, then shoved her muzzle against his mouth! Tongue was immediate; a fierce and needy blast of hot air and strong, wet muscle that wrapped over that serpentine one. His eyes went wide, tail rigid, mouth taut with shock and confusion. Resistance pressed against her, and Blitz pulled back just enough to break the kiss.
“Come on, Blitz: discipline me.”
“Loonie; what the fuck?!”
Powerful hound muscles yanked him back in, and while his head tilted to avoid another tongue spelunking, it couldn’t stop her from dragging it up the side of his neck and face. Another hand joined in to pull his back in and forcibly mash their chests together. Desperate, heated, steamy drags of her tongue absorbed every inch of salt and brimstone on his skin; all while he tried to squirm out of her grip.
“I’m in heat…you fucking idiot…” Just as she was about to shoot back in for another kiss, her muzzle was blocked by both of his white, scarred hands. With zero objection, her canine tongue dragged up his palms and slipped between his fingers, which caused the imp to groan and retract his hands. “I broke the wall, threw you around, so punish me…you hung fuck.”
“I thought I bought you pills for this!”
“They ran out…” she groaned, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. With a harsh pull, she ripped it straight up the middle and dragged her tongue over her teeth at the tearing sound. Fuck, Blitz had a nice body! Abs, toned pecs; a cut and slender build to salivate over; built for stamina and primed for fucking. “…and I’ve been horny as hell all weekend.” Her superior weight and frame bullied him down onto the couch; tits above his face, ass mashed down into his lap, she huffed low at the bulge that rubbed against her hot panties. “I know I’m not Verosika, but I’ll still rock your world…”
“Loona, stop; this is wrong, you’re my daughter!”
“Adopted daughter.” One hand slid back to pull her panties aside. Sauna heat and primal arousal pressed against Blitz’s bulge…and to Loona’s immense, perverted pleasure, it twitched. “You’re always going on about that bird pussy, so I’m going to get you hooked on this hellhound pussy…” A gleaming canine pinned her bottom lip in place, and her thin hips eased forward to snag the waistband of the imps’ pants and pull back.
In a bid to stop his pants from being stolen, Blitz gripped Loona’s hips and held her firmly in place. “You need to calm down! I’ll just get you some more pills!”
A hand shot down and firmly gripped one of his curved horns, then gave a yank. “My heat isn’t going to go away until it’s fucked out of me, and you’ve got just the monster cock to do it!” With a wild surge of her hips, she jolted backwards and yanked the imp’s pants straight down. That red bludgeon of a dick sprung up and slapped against her belly, to which Blitz grit his teeth.
“Joke’s over Loonie; knock it off!”
At the authoritative bark, Loona’s hand released from around that thick horn and splayed out above Blitz’s face. Dark, purple light glowed and brimmed from her skin; a magical power that unleashed a potent spell. Ethereal energies poured directly into Blitz’s eyes and open mouth as his back arched. Stolas’ grimoire had been great for teleportation spells, but with a bit of digging into its pages, one could find a high-level charm. It was that very charm which was brought to bear upon Blitz; just a dash of lustful energy to improve his willingness to help beat the heat! As the channeling ceased, a potent purple glow stained the natural color of the imp’s eyes and overtook it completely.
His cock jumped with newfound eagerness, and firm, large hands yanked her shirt upwards. Once it was gone, two fingers hooked the band of her panties and gave a harsh tug that snapped them off completely! Then, her hips were grasped, and Loona found herself with her ass out, face mashed against the back of the couch and a hand pressed to her head.
An unholy, rippling shudder rattled her skeleton as something thick, hot, and powerful pressed to her exposed pussy. Fingers curled into her mane, and a separate set gripped her small waist to keep her steady. A steamy, lustful huff of air heaved from her throat like a muggy summer morning…right before the biggest cock she’d ever taken slammed inside of her.
Craterous impact slammed against her ass, a pressure so deep and fulfilling that it curled her toes and fried her brain penetrated straight into her core, and a tug of her hair made her pay attention to the heavy, balls deep grinding that stirred up her pussy. It wasn’t until her tongue lolled out from her muzzle did the thrusts begin; rapid, unstoppable, forceful and angry. Yet, they dug into that untouchable itch and scratched it good; really fucking good! Loona could feel the fight slowly beaten out of her, pounded away by a dominating dick and skilled thrusts. That sensation, the drain, the lifting of a great burden, tingled on her tongue as she moaned like a whore in heat.
“Yes! Fuck yes, harder! Pound me; fucking…o-oh fuck!”
The couch tasted like library musk. Her eyes rolled upwards, head limp in his grip as he fucked her pussy into oblivion. Milliseconds between each sound of hips against ass kept the sexual tempo intense; a tune to which her heart became an obedient slave. Loona grit her teeth and whined, the power of lust such an addicting high that all inhibitions vanished. This was the best she had ever felt.
“C’mon Blitzo; fuck me…” Suddenly, he released her head and allowed it to hang, then applied a two-handed grip to her waist. Loona’s tits bounced as her adopted father tore that pussy up, and the sight of his hefty breeding balls swinging towards her from behind only made her clench around him all the harder. Water began to form at the corner of her eyes; not tears, but overstimulated reactions to a good, proper breeding. Whines and whimpers melded together to the beat of Blitz’s hips, “Fuu-uu-uuu-uuu-uuu-uuuck! Hnn-nnn-nn-nn-hnn-hnn!”
Then, from out of nowhere, his grip returned; but this time, it seized her chin and threw her onto her back. Legs hiked high, that white-splotched, muscular body folded her in half and slammed balls deep in that sloppy hellhound pussy with a resounding, toe-curling slap. Loona’s head threw itself back, her tongue shot from her mouth and drooled in the throes of nasty, wild sex. As Blitz bent over her, she stared into his eyes and let her jaw drop to unleash an absolutely pathetic moan in his direction; that pussy belonged to him now.
It seemed to spur his enthralled mind, and spry hips pulled back to smoothly and firmly hilt that dick back inside of her. Loona’s eyes rolled up and a massive grin overtook her muzzle, “YES! Oh…fuck! Do it…drill my pussy…” Her arm shot out so that her hand could grab his shoulder. “Cum in me..!” Rather quickly, she found herself shrouded beneath his heaving, sweating torso as Blitz silently plowed her bareback; as per her request. Every swing of his hips mashed her weight into the couch and made the cushions sink; their combined juices leaked down to start a potential new blemish upon the worn material.
No matter how high her pleasure grew, how strained the heat of orgasm became against the thermometer of desire, she couldn’t climax! Not until he came; not until she got that risky, fat, virile creampie. Being pressed was an invigorating feeling that invited new, perverse desires to brand themselves upon her brain. Then, Blitz’s thrusts began to speed up. While he didn’t speak or moan, his cock still throbbed and shot precum inside of her; he was close! In excitement, her grip on his shoulder tightened for a moment, then shot down to grab his ass and help him thrust.
On the precipice of finality, Loona’s heart was fit to burst; there was no going back. This was it, he was going to cum inside of her; she was about to have Blitz cum inside of her pussy! No condoms, no pills, no way to escape the sheer length and potency of that massive imp dick. Risk was such a rush, magnified a hundred-fold by her raging heat as it roared to be doused in taboo seed. All of her dignity fled, as her eyes widened and she chased a potentially life-ending mistake!
Blitz’s hips slapped against her one final time, his fat nuts tensed up, and that bulbous tip inside of her unleashed a barrage of cumshots deep inside! There was no way he missed her womb, not with that double digit dick, and the flood of molten heat that surged deep into her core all but confirmed it. Loona grit her teeth and trembled, water in her eyes, face flushed with pink, nipples hard and pointed as stone. Domestication, raw and chaining, wrapped its nefarious influence around her brain and made her swoon for Blitz’s thick load. Each pulse of his nuts and cock carried her to nirvana, and she took every last drop as he bloated her tubes.
Finally, those hips retracted with one final gift; the long and teasing pull of his girthy cock against her sensitive walls. As the final inch exited her body, a glob of white nut rested at the entrance of her pussy; he’d stuffed her full. Molten, melted marshmallow fluff gunked up her insides, and the heat it quelled was replaced entirely by the heat it brought. One massive exhale later, Loona’s head hit the couch.
When she found the strength to raise it, Blitz’s rigid, cum-coated cock and heavy nuts greeted her. They weren’t even close to being finished.
-- Three Hours Later --
“Glk-glk-glk-glk-glk-glk-glk-ulgh!”
Loona gagged on Blitz’s fat, messy cock as he fucked her face. One hand atop her head, he used that long and wide muzzle like a pseudo-pussy. Left upon her knees, heels against her ass, Loona greedily throated her adopted father’s monster cock. That meaty beast of a breeding pole bulged her throat with each thrust; her pussy far too bloated with his cum to be of proper use.
How many times had he came inside of her? Sloppy-seventeenths; a true sexual tyrannosaurus amongst demonkind, and yet her heat wasn’t quite quelled. It was more than just the risk of impregnation, the thrill of being subjugated by a cock worthy of all the free head in existence; it was to lose. She got what she wanted, but her body was completely under the whim of Blitz’s cock. She’d let him cum inside as many times as he wanted, even in the auto-pilot style state his mind was trapped in.
The evening had been filled with numerous positions; doggy-style, mating press, prone bone, stand and carry, missionary, wheelbarrow, anvil, and much more. His stamina was insane; his cock never drooped, his balls never emptied. He had to be part incubus; he just had to be! Beaten down by that dick was more than Loona had ever imagined, and now that it had come true, a bottomless desire for more hollowed out her stomach.
After a time, just as her throat was about to be rubbed raw, Blitz yanked her head free of his cock and began to rapidly stroke it above her face. Loona kept her mouth open, tongue out, eyes half-lidded and accepting of her new status as a slut for huge imp dick. Eagerly, her tongue clenched and arched out as far as possible in anticipation.
“Do it…fucking cum on me…”
Right on cue, a fat cannon shot of hot nut smacked her face right above the eye to force it shut. Another draped over her muzzle, then another shot slapped against her tongue. The remaining load launched itself directly into her mouth and began to rapidly pool; an apt drink for a cum-drunk slut.
Blitz’s eyes began to flicker, their purple hue giving way to the normal shade of his birth. His stance stumbled backwards, hand upon his head and a groan in his throat. It seemed her spell had run its course. As he began to sway forward, Loona caught him against her shoulder and supported his weight, just to lower him onto both knees and let his weight lean into her chest.
“Oh, you’re not done…” she growled, as she lifted him back onto the couch to lay on his back. Immediately, that curvy hellhound straddled Blitz’s waist and let his slick, spit covered cock grind between her cheeks. Just as her hips began to rise, there was a knock at the door.
She froze.
“Blitz?” a familiar and high toned voice called out through the door. “Sir, are you home? I tried to call you about a potential client for Monday and it keeps going to voicemail; is everything alright?”
Paralyzing social anxiety melted away in the face of Moxxie’s voice. Loona licked her lips and slid off her guardian’s lap to saunter towards the door, just as the voice in her head chuckled and licked its own lips through sound alone.
Mmm, fresh meat!