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Sara held her hands out in front of her as she backed up towards the wall, keeping her movements slow, steady, careful. In front of her prowled a beast at least as large as the lizard herself, though lumpy and threaded with far more muscle than her; the canine monstrosity dipped its head down as it approached, broad snout sniffing at the air, easily tracking her where she went. She had no doubt that it had already keyed in on her precise position, her intent, and the cocktail of emotions currently pouring through her, and felt that it was just playing with her now.

Fool, she chided herself. Idiot. Dummy. Got greedy with the livestock in the stables, and see what I have to show for it… with not a single scrap of clothing anywhere in sight, as she had left those up in her room before coming down to enjoy herself, and now a great, black-furred bullmastiff stood well between her and the inn.

The canine took another few steps forward, further driving the lizard back – until her back pressed up against the brick wall behind her. Her breath caught in her throat, her body pushed back, her head reflexively tilted to the side and down to try to hide her throat from the hungry beast. Even from here she could hear its low growling, and see the way those thick strands of saliva hung down and glistened in the moonlight. It dipped its head further; its broad tongue flicked out, dragged across its chops, came down again; then Sara felt an exhaled puff of breath across her midsection, the beast standing roughly on level with her, then another breath to her neck, then one to her bare chest, then one again at her belly. She swallowed, gritted her teeth, prepared herself…

…and jumped at the sensation of the cold, wet-leather nose scooping up between her legs. Surprise flooded through her – and then sudden, intense pleasure covered it, as the feral dog then scooped that tongue across her as well. Caught off-guard, there was nothing she could do but grasp at the brick wall and stare down at the dog as it made a meal of her, in quite a different way than she had expected.

“Wait-" she panted, and tried to reach down to push it away. But it was stronger than her, and this time when it lapped between her bare legs its tongue curled up between sensitive lips, across slick, warm flesh still slightly wet from her indulgent expedition into the stables behind the inn tonight. Sweet, sharp sensation flashed through the lizard, and then the next thing she knew, she was bent forward around the dog's broad, lumpy head, hands gripping behind its ears, at once holding it down between her legs while she still tried to push it away.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before, the smooth, silky slickness dragging over, across, between, inside of her. Each lick left her dripping wet, coated with a thick, sticky sliminess that she could feel between breaths; the lizard's legs tried to knock together, resulting only in bracing her against the feral's shoulders, and then she was bent fully over its head while it continued to slurp away at her.

“Ah – hah-" she breathed, half-lidded eyes looking out towards the foggy shape of the inn silhouetted in the night. Off in the distance one of the street lights flickered, and the shadow of some stranger passed by – but too far away to see, or notice, or do anything, while Sara was held here at the mercy of this stray beast making a mess of her. And mess she made indeed: its broad, strong tongue flicked up across her sex, folding partially in towards the center, while the blunted tip curled around behind to tease towards her tailhole.

She couldn't help but twitch and tense in response, tightening down on the feral's muzzle, feeling it snuffle deeper in between her legs as it did so. Hands shaking, Sara managed to force herself back up and squeeze against the wall, though her shoulders repeatedly jerked forward again and again. One hand pressed back against the brick wall; the other slid forward between the dog's ears, squeezing along thick fur and thicker skin, trying to pull it back, resulting only in the lizard grinding her hips up against its muzzle. In between hungry laps she caught flashes of the sharp, yellow fangs rooted in its gums, rich hot pink alongside its tongue, glistening with saliva as well as the warmth of her growing, forced arousal.

At the shift in position, the dog adjusted as well, now pressing up against her from underneath as well as between her legs. Sara gasped, felt herself hoisted partially up against the wall – the bricks scraped at her shoulders – and grasped for balance that was barely there, one leg hiked while the dog slurped and lapped at her bared sex from underneath. It licked sloppily away at her, flinging little strands of wet warmth across her thighs, the stones of the road underneath, its own shimmering pelt; Sara turned her head to the side, gritted her teeth, tensed again, and couldn't help but grind down into the rhythm of its attention.

Her breath rose in her chest, her heart began to thump in her throat, her ears, the back of her head. She swallowed, then did so again, and again, riding the bullmastiff's muzzle, loving the way its floppy, sloppy lips mushed and mashed against her own, shuddering each time that broad tongue pushed its way up inside of her, gently stretching the sensitive interior walls, depositing sticky drool there and then slurping it right back out, until-

Both hands came out again, grasped, tugged, forced the dog into place. Its ears perked, came forward, flopped back; Sara moaned out into the night and thrust forcibly down against it as her peak flooded through her, the lizard's entire body trembling with the force of the pleasure, like several huge hammers pounding away at her nerves. Dizzy, she lost her balance and felt the bricks scrape past her back again, to then flop limp against the ground still with this huge feral dog standing before her.

From here she could see its own arousal twitching hard between its legs, rich red flesh glistening in the night, leaping up towards its belly with rhythmic regularity, the stones of the street streaked with repeated jets of pre. Panting, she briefly thought about reaching forward, about working her way underneath the beast to return the unexpected favor – but then stars flashed behind her eyelids when her head thumped back against the wall behind the dog's, its muzzle coming in alongside hers, the slimy, sticky tongue hungrily lapping about her mouth. It smelled of, expectedly, wet dog, and tasted like it as well: the rich, coppery-metallic taste of feral canine drool quickly flooded her maw, coating her own saliva with a resilient sticky slickness threaded through with the familiar bite of her own arousal.

One hand came up, shakily, to caress the side of the dog's muzzle while it continued to sloppily force its tongue between her lips – and then a noise down the street caught the beast's attention. It stood at attention, looked over its shoulder, cast one more glance down at the exhausted lizard, then bounded away, heft balls swinging underneath him as he went.

Dazed, Sara reached up, wiped her wrist across her mouth, and looked down at the thick ropes of drool that hung down in between. The shadow of the dog already gone in the night, she reached down, wiped its drool back between her legs, shivered, and then remained there to catch her breath.

Maybe a bit longer, she thought, turning her paw the other way; fingers slid easily up along saliva-slickened lips, the tingling of arousal still pumping through her. Maybe… one more time, before I head back…