Berlin Heat, Part 1
#2 of Berlin Heat
Berlin Heat, Part 1
By Logan Greypaw
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Explicit furry erotica (18+)
M/F (story will develop to M/M/F)
Canine males & equine female
Quickie / one-night-stand / heat / knotting
On a club night while on business in Berlin, a male fur finds exactly what he's looking for - but she seems to need him even more, and what she needs, she needs now.
Berlin Heat, Part 1
By Logan Greypaw
- Explicit furry erotica (18+)
- M/F (story will develop to M/M/F)
- Canine males & equine female
- Quickie / one-night-stand / heat / knotting
On a club night while on business in Berlin, a male fur finds exactly what he's looking for - but she seems to need him even more, and what she needs, she needs now.
"This'll do."
"Not if someone comes around that corner, it won't."
"They'd probably just stand and watch."
Logan followed Mila into an alleyway between two tall concrete buildings. Once they made their way around a dumpster, the rest of it was pitch-dark, from the point the light of the main street failed, through to about forty paces in the distance, where a tiny blue-tinged emergency light hung above a fire door.
Mila continued to stride forward, until her grey-furred, asinine form vanished into the darkness, though it was clear her pace continued unabated as her hooves continued to clack with each pace.
Logan stopped and glanced behind him at the main street, just in time for a car to pass by, and for an instant, the white of its headlights filled his vision and left him blind. He blinked a few times as he turned around, in a futile attempt to get his eyes to adjust faster.
The muffled sound of electronic music bounced off the walls; mainly just the bass notes, which could be felt in his bones. The building on their right was Xtacy, one of the larger Berlin clubs to still be open at nearly five in the morning; the last refuge of for anyone who, for whatever reason, didn't want to go home quite just yet.
"C'mon, wolfy-boy," Mila groaned. He felt a warm touch against his right paw, and as his eyes cleared, he could see that she had come back to get him; he outline drawn in the faintest manner from that far-off emergency light.
It was then that he could smell it again; it had filled his snout every moment that Mila had been grinding against him in the club, even against the potent mixture of sweat and grinding metal of the dancefloor. It was half the reason he'd followed her outside after she suggested getting out of the place, though just now he was starting to realise just how little he had appreciated the depth of her need.
She pulled his arm, and he stepped into the privacy of the shadows. He did not waste the opportunity. He pushed against her, shoving her up against the cold concrete wall, those bass notes from earlier shaking through both their bodies. He leaned in, aiming for where he expected her snout to be, but missed by some distance. No matter; his nose found the nape of her neck, and with it, soft fur that was lathered in salty perspiration.
She moaned, and Logan heard her hooves scrape the ground as she shifted her posture, arching her back away from the wall and pushing her body into him. With that she parted her legs and straddled his right thigh. She had been wearing a tight crop-top with her midriff exposed, which made it easy for him to get his hands on her bare body as he flattened his palms against the sides of her waist. Continuing to kiss her neck, he brought his left paw up to her chubby, curvy stomach, inching further and further up towards her-
"-nope," she said.
Logan stopped what he was doing and leaned back; more out of habit. It was impossible to look her in the eye when it was this dark.
"What?" he asked."
He felt her breath as she leaned into him, feeling those large, equine breasts that he'd been so eager to fondle pressing into his chest as she did so. She bore down with her crotch on his thigh as she brought her lips close to his right ear.
"Maybe another time. I didn't bring you back here for that," she whispered. He a squeeze as her paw grabbed his crotch, then started to undo his pants. "What I want's in here," she added, with a giggle.
She undid his belt, zipper and top button, working them apart, and as she did so, another car drove by the end of the alley, and for a brief moment, he could see her, with her eyes trained on his crotch, and on his thigh, where she straddled, her tiny skirt had ridden up to reveal her wetness soaking the material.
"Fuck, it's true what they say about donkeys," he growled, as the fresh scent of her trampled over his other senses like some kind of drug. Even now, he felt his body douse itself in adrenaline, and his heart shift into a higher gear.
The car passed, and she stepped back. In moments, there was a jangle as the waist of his pants fell to around his footpaws. He felt her yank down the front of his boxers just as fast, and shove them behind his balls, exposing his junk to the cool night air.
Suddenly he felt a jabbing, tickling sensation in his crotch; not painful, but not pleasurable either. He winced as his hips convulsed all on their own. His paw shot down to grap hers, as in her eagerness she'd been a bit too quick to explore his sheath.
"No, no, no," he said, with a chuckle "You've got to tease it out."
He guided her to stroke his balls and sheath, which she did with gusto, and it was only moments before he felt his cock start to slide out. As it did, she grasped it, and manipulated it with careful strokes until she struggled to grasp it in one paw, and had to bring another to help.
"Like what you feel?" he asked. She laughed in response.
"You think you're so special, but I know what always gets the motor running."
She let go of his cock and leaned against him, forcing his member to point straight upwards, sandwiched between their bodies. She brought her snout to his muzzle, kissing him as he heard something else; a strange sound of wetness, but also... Was that footsteps?
Soon he wouldn't care. The scent from before jumped up a thousand notches, and he realised what at least one of the sounds was. She'd dipped her paw into herself, then clamped it on his nose.
"Fuuuck," he moaned, pulling away from her kiss, and in that moment, he had to back off from her, for it had become too uncomfortable for his cock to be pointing straight up.
He heard her hooves clack on the ground once again, and the sound of the nightclub seemed to bump up five notches as they presumably moved into the last set. The noise caused the ground to tremble and resonated through Logan's entire body. He couldn't see, but he had a pretty clear idea of what she was going to ask for next.
He reached out in front of him, finding either side of her hips and clamping his paws down on them through instinct alone, then-
There was a clicking sound, followed by a bright light! It shone from his right, and he brought up a paw to shield his eyes.
In the illuminated moment, he saw his anthro-donkey lover had turned to face the wall, having planted her paws against it. She'd shoved that round, curvaceous ass in his direction; the skirt now hitched up to be more of a belt. Her legs were parted, and between those thighs was the source of her scent of need, just a tantalising few inches from the pointed tip of his canine cock.
But when he turned his head, he could see the light came from a torch, carried by the vague silhouette of another fur. They'd been discovered.
"This is club property, you two."
Logan sighed. As his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he could see the torch was held by one of the club's bouncers; a rotund Alsatian anthro with a black-tipped muzzle and ears.
"Look, we don't want any-" he started to say, struggling for words. His mind felt so addled; even given the circumstances, Mila was still standing there like that and it was hard to tear himself away.
"Mila, you okay?" the bouncer said.
Logan's ears pricked up in surprise.
"Fine, Gunter. Everything's fine," she answered.
The bouncer looked from Logan, to her, then back to Logan, and leaned against the opposite wall, taking out a cigarette from his jacket before lowering the torch to reduce the glare, but still keeping it switched on.
"Well?" he said.
"Well what?" Logan replied.
"Are you gonna breed that jenny, or not? Because if you don't knot her, I sure as hell will. She needs it; I could smell that from the end of the alley." He fished around in his pocket until he found his lighter. "Time's goin' by. People'll be streaming out the club in half an hour."
Logan looked back at Mila as the Alsatian lit his cigarette. She giggled, shuffling backwards with her hooves, pushing her ass even closer to him. He reached down and placed his paws on her hips. The tip of his cock was close enough to feel her wetness now, and the scent wafted back up into his muzzle.
"One thing, wolfy-boy," she said, "you better not pull out. I want everything you got in these," she continued, reaching between her legs to fondle his dangling balls.
He grinned as he lined himself up, seeing his ruby-red canine member teasing her opening.
"Oh don't you worry about that," he growled. He grabbed her hips hard, and with a single thrust, his member parted her drenched opening and carried on right up to the hilt.
To be continued!
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