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When Marcus said he was going to the beach to relax, he was entirely sincere about the matter.

Plenty of people considered it relaxing to jump in the water and splash around with their friends. Others still put up a net and played a round of volleyball while downing booze and waiting for the hot dogs to cook; Marcus had no issue with any of these concepts, but he wasn't having any of that, himself.

His body was sprawled across the softened fabrics of a bath sheet, keeping his fur just beyond the reach of delicate, clinging sand. An umbrella overhead blocked the midday sun from ever reaching his eyes, but a pair of sunglasses remained on the bridge of his muzzle all the same--Marcus wasn't taking any chances with his relaxation, that day.

"If he really thinks a pair of sunglasses is gonna keep him from fucking me with his eyes...he's got another thing coming."

If it were any other beach in the world, Marcus would have been guaranteed his afternoon of relaxation in the late summer, but whether luck was on his side or not was a matter of one's interpretation.

The way Meru was admiring him from a distance, few would think him anything less than the luckiest man in the world...and though plenty of other men were jockeying for her attention, all of them came up short of what she imagined the werewolf brought to the table.

Where Marcus only felt like he needed an afternoon to unwind, Meru quite literally needed to drain the seed from his body.

Being a succubus came with plenty of advantages, but sometimes, Meru couldn't afford to be picky. She thought of Marcus as a blessing in disguise, and seeing what a thick, beastly creature he was, she figured that simply cozying up to him would be enough to keep the other men at bay.

But that would be a boring way to go about it, she thought. It's more fun when the hot ones come to me, after all.

The droves of men that had thrown themselves at Meru's feet told of just how high her standards were, giving further evidence to just how lucky Marcus could have been.

He'd find that the new plan for his afternoon was a relaxing one, indeed, once it was all said and done.

The process of getting to that relaxation, however, would be anything but.

Just take a spot right next to his, and he'll notice you in no time, Meru thought. She'd been through enough of a struggle to that point, just to reach an empty plot of beach...and fortune finally took her side, as she plopped her blanket down right in front of Marcus' plot and planted her umbrella in the far corner.

The werewolf was intimidating enough that even in his sleep, his presence was enough to keep most of Meru's less qualified suitors at bay.

"Goodness...I'm gonna roast out here if I don't get a little lotion on my skin," she finally gave a voice to her thoughts as she sprawled out over the billowy spread of her blanket. "No way I'm gonna be able to reach the middle of my back, though; if only some kind gentleman would be willing to come over and help me out?"

Her head was turned just enough as she spoke, such that every word would drift toward Marcus' sensitive, canine ears...but for that being the case, she didn't realize just how relaxed the werewolf truly was.

"...Could use a little help with my inner thighs, too," she added, knowing that others might overhear the conversation, but she only cared about the opinions of the snoozing werewolf. "Might even let you sneak your paws a little higher, if that's something you're into?"

Meru wasn't showing off her desperation, just then.

To that point, everything was a tease. She figured that would be enough to get Marcus on board with the idea, but she wasn't above taking everything a step further, if that was what she needed to do to get the job done.

That her needs were satisfied was more important than the methods she used to get to that point, at the end of the day.

"Or I could just come over there and smother your stupid face for ignoring me," she groaned, the tips of her fangs shining through in a more obvious grit. "That'll show you for napping on the job..."

Marcus didn't know he had a job to do in the first place, but if Meru had anything to do with it, she'd put him to work for the rest of the day, so long as his body would last that long.

Knees rolled up, prompting Meru to pop her backside, the scarlet flesh of her rump nearly swallowing the tiny sliver of blue that she called a bikini. The coil of her narrow, devilish tail stayed up and out of the way, making sure that Marcus would be able to see the beads of sweat that were already gathering at her skin...

...But all he could see was the inside of his own eyelids, even when the spade at the end of Meru's tail crooked to draw him closer, bending with all the allure of a fingertip.

He really is out cold, isn't he? She realized. He'd have to know that I'm talking to him...explains how he's been resisting me since I set out my blanket.

Meru hoped that she'd be able to work her way into things, but she wasn't all that disappointed about having to bust out the big guns in front of a crowd.

She wasn't sure if Marcus would be quite the willing party in a public setting, but she had other ways of making sure he'd be pliable, beyond the mere art of seduction.

"All right, big guy. You wanna do this the hard way? We can do that...but it'd better be really fucking hard, or you're gonna have a lot to answer for."

Plenty of other sets of eyes already appreciated what Meru was doing for them. She could feel their weight roaming over her slender figure, admiring just how much of herself she put on display with such a _skimpy_outfit...but she had much more to give than the mere presence of her flesh.

The only man she wanted to behold her was stubbornly napping, even when she stood upright and marched over to his bath sheet--he stayed asleep when the warmth of her sex hovered just an inch above the end of his snout, but a napping inhale brough the enchanting aroma of her womanhood to his attention.

He stirred awake slowly enough that Meru could let her thighs settle on either side of his face before he had any chance to react, and the shelf of her breasts kept his eyes from locking with her own, when they finally fluttered open.

"So kind of you to hold a spot for me," Meru welcomed the wolf back to the world of the living with a cheeky, knowing grin. "The beach is so crowded today that I didn't think I'd ever find a place to settle in...but thanks to you, I've got the best seat in all the outdoors!"

Breathing through his nose at the end of his nap, Marcus couldn't begin to ignore the delicate, aromatic scent that eased away from Meru's sex. Though it was still covered, there was hardly enough fabric to contain the narrow petals of her womanhood; soft cotton that was every bit as thin as it was narrow meant that even the first hints of her arousal would be impossible to miss.

Marcus would have been able to glean such powerful, amorous scents from a greater distance, but having them right on the ends of his nostrils, he was already falling prey to Meru's wiles, well before she decided to make things that much easier for herself.

"You know, I've always appreciated the strong, silent type, but you could say something , stranger."

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to say _anything_without the warmth of his breath tickling against Meru's pubic mound, Marcus had to pick his words very carefully.

Much as the succubus knew what she wanted, Marcus didn't know that about her just yet...and he knew how it might look to others at the beach if he allowed his temper to flare.

"Name's Marcus," he kept it as short and simple as he could, but even those words were enough to buckle Meru's posture. She arched her back and eased forth, rolling the messy crotch of her swimsuit right into his lips, muffling his attempt to ask about her identity.

Giggling as she rubbed the weight of her petals against the soft, relaxing fluff just below his nose, Meru took the liberty of answering in kind. "And I'm Meru. I can already tell that you and I are gonna have a wonderful day at the beach today, but...you can't get started with some fun in the sun without a little sun tan lotion, right?"

All along, Meru would present the illusion of choice to Marcus, but any time he deviated from the path she so desired, she had a surefire way to get him headed back in the right direction.

She wanted to do it as honestly as she could; her magical abilities were meant to be a last resort from the very start, but with the wolf playing hard to get, her patience was running thinner than the cups of her bikini.

"Right," Marcus finally offered his agreement. Just uttering the words seemed a point of frustration for him, but even for something as pleasant and arousing as the warmth of a woman's sex against his lips, he wasn't the type to appreciate a sudden and rude awakening. "You have any?"

"I've got plenty...if only there was some big, strong man around with some thick paws to help work it into my back?" she asked. "With paws like yours, you'd be able to cover my whole body in seconds."

Marcus was just starting to open his lips again when Meru found herself getting carried away with the opportunity: the tiniest flick of her fingertips left a wisp of darkened smoke in the air, akin to blood being burned into nothingness.

"Probably be able to pin me down and fuck my little brains out, too..."

She didn't need to use such overt seduction to get what she wanted from Marcus. Even the sun tan lotion was just a stereotype; a ploy that she figured would have been a great conversation starter, at most.

Truth be told, she didn't actually want Marcus getting something like that on his fingertips. Meru was more curious to see what it would look like when webs of something else dangled from between his quivering, post-orgasmic digits.

"Oops! Did I say that part out loud?" Meru did her best to play dumb, but some of the nearby beachgoers were looking at her with a host of different views, ranging from utter shock to impatient expectation. "We don't have to do that if you don't want to, but so far...everyone that's gotten their hands on me has definitely wanted something more than that."

Under the influence of that first dose of magic, Marcus wasn't completely undone...not by any stretch of the imagination.

His mind was disciplined, such that he could feel temptations creeping in to give the succubus exactly what she was really after, but social norms were still present enough in the back of his mind to keep him from doing something so egregious as grabbing her by the hips, throwing her into the sand and thrusting into her hips until the tide reached her shoulders.

As far as Meru was concerned, that part of their afternoon was inevitable, but if Marcus wanted to take the long way around, she wasn't going to complain about the steadying grip of his palms on the tops of her thighs.

"When you put your best foot forward, can you really blame someone for going right after it?" Marcus asked, losing the taboo of putting his warm, teasing lips right against the crotch of her bathing suit. "I just came here to take a nap and enjoy the scent of the ocean salt, but if you're gonna give me something that much better to savor...I'd be a fool not to take it."

With anger subdued and attitude subsiding, Marcus revealed himself to be quite the smooth and confident talker.

Whether it was the tease of his voice or the dominant pressure of his paws upon her thighs, Meru wasn't sure...but she was absolutely dizzied by the sudden onslaught of sensations, spearheaded by the bold, eager press of his tongue against the tender cotton.

So hot that it feels like he's gonna burn my clit, even through the panties...I gotta know what that tongue feels like without protection! She thought.

Much as she wanted to let out those words, she knew that they'd draw a massive and damning crowd when they finally decided to let loose; everything leading up to that, therefore, had to remain as subtle as possible.

With Marcus answering her every expectation and going above and beyond the call, Meru had her work cut out for her.

"You know, y-you don't have to leave the napkin on the table," Meru told him, hoping he'd catch her innuendo. "You can always set it on your lap and actually enjoy the meal, if you like."

By the time the words registered with the slowly descending wolf, Meru's crotch was already painted with such a helping of spittle that she could see clean through the cover her bathing suit was supposed to provide.

Brilliant petals of red were pressed against a bikini that had already overstayed its welcome, and if Marcus was so inclined, it would have taken him next to no effort to reach up and clip the tiny strings of the garments with his claws.

Tempting though it was, Meru had an even kinkier way for him to accomplish that feat.

"If you're s-so eager to gobble me up like this...w-why don't you show me what those fangs are good for?"

Marcus wasn't afraid to put every tool in his sensual arsenal to good use, if that was what the situation called for.

Where Meru was concerned, he would need to employ all of his skills just to keep up, but where he was used to having to bite a lover on the scruff of their neck, the request to peel away clothing with the pressure and pinch of his teeth was a rare, but entirely welcome request.

"You planning on walking home without any panties on, then?"

Meru's grin, already cheeky, was spreading that much wider. "I don't plan on being able to walk home, once I'm done with you."

It was a bold enough line that it would have broken Marcus' resistance, with or without the assistance of her hypnotic spells.

With their aid, it turned what would have been a gentle, curious nibble into a full, aggressive bite: the incisors clenched down with force that was only equaled by skill, keeping Meru from a terribly painful fate...and granting her the thrill of watching a werewolf pierce through the fabric of her bikini like a hole punch through a single sheet of paper.

The ruined fabric was left to waste, flittering down into the valley of his neck, but brute force alone wouldn't completely strip the bikini bottom away. Tugging hard, Marcus found the fabric ripped at his behest, but one fang had to hook into the string at her right hip to finish the job; such a light and airy garment needed precise touches to remove.

"You really would eat me up if you had the chance...wouldn't you?" Meru asked. The hint of fear in her voice wasn't forced in the least: she truly wondered just how far the wolf might sink his fangs into her in the privacy of her own home. "I knew you wouldn't be satisfied with just a sample, big guy."

Arousal poured over as the fabric of the bikini flattened and landed at the very top of Marcus' collarbone. The scent of it, unbridled and free, reached the wolf with such an impact that the tip of his cock was already starting to push through the opening of his sheath, but he wasn't getting ahead of himself, just yet.

He retained enough control over his actions to go right for the source of that heavenly scent. His tongue pressed firm and flat to the curve of Meru's folds, following their natural crest and rolling up to the very top with a delightful, even pressure.

Swallowing back his tongue and collecting her juices at the top of the act was all him, but the urge to lean back in and suckle tightly at the nub of her clit was Meru's own greed getting the better of her.

Like I'd let you leave after just one taste, she thought. Even if it almost made me cum...

There was no need to rush to the finish line, as much as Meru was tempted to do exactly that.

She could have easily pushed herself over that edge with one more tap of her finger against the hood of her clit; watching the wolf try to keep up with a sudden and plentiful flood of her feminine arousal would have been a delight unto itself, but there was an even greater greed than that, bubbling up under the surface.

Meru needed to trust that Marcus would be a good boy and tend to her needs while she finished her examination of his impressive physique...and as much as he was proving to be a loyal subject, she wasn't willing to take chances with her pleasure, nor her curiosities.

Leaving her panties below his neck like a bib for her own juices, Meru flicked her fingertips right in the face of the werewolf once more, but this time, she guided the burning, scarlet energy right into the nostrils of the pinned beast; one full breath would ensure that he stayed pinned, all by the gravity of his own arousal.

"Lucky for you, I'm not here just to give out a bunch of free samples," Meru explained. "I'm here to make a sale, and I feel like I've got a very capable buyer beneath me."

Turning on his face and adjusting her seat, Meru didn't give Marcus a chance to stop her from adjusting her posture. She turned about easily, her womanhood shifting on his lips and smearing the warmth of her arousal against his nose...but as much as she kept him occupied with her mess, she was excited to help him make one, in turn.

His shorts were comfortable and casual, but their fabric still didn't leave much to the imagination. The outline of his sheath was completely obvious, and just at the end of it, Meru could see the tip of his canine flesh emerging, starting the process of pitching a literal pup tent.

"Just the form of payment I was hoping you'd offer me," Meru teased. "Hope you don't mind if I take a sample right here; gotta make sure that it tastes as good as it looks, after all."

Marcus couldn't find the words to reply.

Even if he wanted to say something to keep up with the flirtatious succubus, he wouldn't have been able to form words with her pussy still settled right upon his face, dripping an even greater flood of arousal than before. His tongue would be able to keep up with the flood, or come up with ways to tease the little firecracker in reply...

...But in such tight quarters, it couldn't do both.

"Just a little adjustment..."

Meru paused long enough to dip her thumbs into the waistline of Marcus' trunks. "And would you look at that magnificent fucking cock," she carried on, entirely forgetting her concern about drawing a larger crowd to herself. "Barely even coming out of the sheath, and it already looks like it might break me in half if I take it for a spin..."

As wet as she was when her bikini was ripped away, there was an oft forgotten source of moisture coming around: the succubus was so cock-hungry that she was drooling , just at the sight of the emerging tip.

Tugging harder and pushing the elastic down below his full, hefty sack, Meru presented herself with a spread that would have satiated her appetite for the rest of the day, so long as she was allowed to take her time and savor it.

"As long as everyone is cool about it," she whispered to herself, "There's no reason why I can't have my cake and eat it, too."

Gripping the outline of his sheath was enough to encourage more of his cock to push free of the warm, deep confines that it called it.

Meru would be happy to show his length that there were even warmer places for it to come to rest, but before then, she was just having fun working the flesh of the sheath and easing inch after inch of full, flaccid cock free of that spot. Thanks to her spell, Marcus was a little too distracted to come to the powerful, throbbing erection that she expected, but Meru wasn't complaining in the least.

"Look at the size of this thing!" she cheered all the same, holding the soft, plentiful length near the middle. She gripped it just so that his shaft leaned over, bending at the spot and dripping a healthy trickle of precum back into his own fur. "Feels more like I'm holding your arm than your cock...where do you even put this thing when you're walking?"

The workings of canine anatomy were always a fascinating thing to Meru. That she was going to get a little time up close and personal with such a handsome specimen was just the icing on an already decadent cake, but the succubus didn't know the meaning of the word moderation.

She'd layer it on thick as she took her time with his flesh, giving a few slow, curious strokes to a member that taunted her with the possibility of how thick it would be when the blood started flowing to it.

"What's the matter, Marcus? A little handjob isn't good enough for you?" she asked. Fingertips danced their way down the underside of his shaft, all the way to the tender, sensitive flesh that joined his sack to the rest of his crotch. "You need something more than that to get the engine running?"

Words still came hard for the werewolf, but actions were easier: plunging the flesh of his tongue into her womanhood and spreading her petals apart with ease forced her to bite her lower lip...and a series of unannounced, rapid thrusts kept her from collecting her thoughts into another tease.

Even his tongue is big enough to fill me up. Am I biting off more than I can chew, here? She wondered.

Feeling the curling, shifting flesh of his tongue so deep within was a delight that Meru completely overlooked, when she made her move to overtake Marcus in the first place.

Now that she could feel that unique muscle twisting and slurping her juices from the inside, she was glad that fortune had fallen into her lap so perfectly; she would have kicked herself for overlooking such an incredible opportunity.

"You keep that up, and I'll...d-do anything to get this cock nice and stiff," she offered, staying dominant in posture but showing a moment of weakness at the behest of a skilled, canine tongue. "You can't even begin to imagine what I can do to you, Marcus!"

The tone of her voice was clear, but the volume continued to dip and climb unevenly as she remembered to at least try and keep herself quiet.

With those moments of memory coming in bursts, Meru knew that she was bringing all kinds of prying eyes to her direction, but already sensitive flesh was happy to feel the weight of other, lustful stares.

She'd given herself willingly to the task of milking the werewolf dry, but to know that others were envious of her chosen lover was a thrilling thing, to say the very least.

"But if your thoughts are drifting...how about I give you a sample?"

Two thrusts into her womanhood felt like the best Marcus could do to communicate without the use of his voice.

That was good enough for Meru to push her other palm down, applying teasing pressure to his torso as she traced the outline of his muscles with her heel. It seemed an innocuous thing in the face of everything else they'd already done, but Meru was every bit as adept at seducing a man without her magic as she was with it; she knew the importance of stoking the fires of every erogenous zone.

The werewolf took too great of care of his body for her to just ignore the muscles that he'd earned, and just one pass over the rigid valley proved enough to send a pulse through the flesh of his cock.

"Goodness! You almost knocked me out with that fucking monster," she giggled, dodging the lifting flesh to the side. "I guess I'm gonna have to be a little more careful with this thing..."

Pushing her breasts against the shaft and capturing it the best that she could, Meru hurried through the rest of the journey: her palms both came to rest on the underside of thick, hefty orbs, capturing one in each hand.

A tiny squeeze brought a fresh throb through his cock, and a grinning succubus demonstrated the next level of her skills, catching the tip just as it flipped up and bounced against her lower lip.

Musky...warm...earthy, but a little sweet, she silently critiqued the first taste of his flesh and the subtle marinade of his spilled precum. Such a complex flavor; the quiet ones are always the tastiest.

Suckling at the tip just enough to encourage another throb out of that flesh, Meru was falling for the wolf a little faster than she wanted to admit, but her dripping juices told the story for her. Just as she offered the first of her spittle to the lounging beast, she'd already soaked his chin and cheeks thoroughly with the volume of her arousal.

She was sure she'd already cheated out a smaller, softer orgasm, but she knew with a single throb that she'd lose count of her climaxes when she finally took a seat upon her newly claimed throne.

Real shame I can't get him to open up a little bit more. Bet he'd have plenty of naughty things to say if I just let him have his tongue back, she thought. But there's no way I'm doing that just yet.

Her inner muscles were every bit as skilled as the tongue that they'd welcomed: she gave his flesh a chance to debut the different tricks that it had learned over the years, but as her softer, tighter insides became used to the way that he stroked and brushed her sex, she decided it was time to give, as well as get.

Clenching hard, she trapped his tongue in place, forcing it to take a strange, otherwise impossible shape.

The presence of the same was every bit the delight that she hoped it would be, but she didn't expect the wolf to attempt to recoil his tongue so suddenly.

Moaning around her mouthful, she was doing all she could: turning her thighs inward to tighten her grip, Meru refused to make it easy on him, but the flexible, pliable flesh was too slippery for her to keep within.

A streak of juices followed the flat of Marcus' tongue as it flew free of the talented, gripping passage. Even without being able to see the look on his otherwise dignified face, Meru was giggling to think of just how messy the wolf would be, when she finally had a chance to see his expression again.

Looking back from the corner of her eye wasn't enough to get over the hump of her shoulder, but she wasn't complaining about the view that she was privy to.

Flesh throbbed against the middle of her chest, sending a subtle, but entirely pleasant vibration through the valley of her cleavage. Mingled spittle and precum were gathering in a colorless mixture, spilling back down from her parted lips and soaking the tender skin upon his shaft, and at the very base, the entirety of his length had finally emerged from his sheath, throbbing hard and offering her a sample of the force she'd feel later on.

Just to have this inside me for a moment, I'd put every person in this beach under a spell, Meru thought. Thank goodness I happened upon you before wasting all that effort, Marcus.

On his flesh, she would consider nothing to be a waste of effort. She'd been glad to put in the extra work to bring him around and work his length up into a pulsing frenzy, and by the time she had, she was a slave to her own lust: she refused to leave the canine flesh alone, coating the tip with a glistening helping of spit.

Kisses came thereafter, as she pulled away with a schlip of spilled juices. Sloppy and eager, her lips pursed together and traced over the topside of the shaft, decorating the warm, pink flesh with something stronger than mere lipstick.

Her influence, impure and unholy, radiated against his flesh in the shape of every kiss that she offered to him. Left behind wasn't just a trail of messy spots, but imprints of her touch glowed wherever she was kind enough to touch him; no part of his body would be off limits to her, but she wanted to make it clear to others that the wolf wasn't on the menu for anyone else.

Not until I've milked the very soul right out of his body,_she finished her own thought. _Even though that might take me a few tries...he's got balls the size of damned coconuts!

Crossing her arms around the underside of Marcus' tool, Meru was able to keep the shaft from bouncing away from her chest. Rubbing the inside of her tits on either side of the cock as she coated it with kisses, she completed a treatment that some would have killed for by cupping his orbs anew and squeezing them gently...just enough that the wolf wouldn't be able to ignore the pressure.

Pleasure was already flooding his form, but Meru wasn't going to let him cheat the system in the same way that she had: while she had every intent to milk tiny orgasms out of the skillful wolf along the way, she wanted to keep his load contained until she was ready to welcome it into her heated depths.

The way she was sucking his tip and working his shaft, no one would have been able to guess that she was trying to drag out the experience, but the succubus had plenty of tricks to bring Marcus to the edge and back, as many times as she saw fit.

"Mnn...mmhm..._mllm..._n-now that is the kind of hot dog I'd actually be willing to pay for at the beach!" Meru praised his flesh a final time, this time singing the praises of it to the slowly growing crowd. "Real shame that there's only one of these to go around, and I just happened to get to it, first..."

It wasn't just the jealous stares of those men who thought they might have a chance with the succubus that fueled Meru. Plenty of green, envious gazes were landing on the pair, cast by those women who'd overlooked the majesty of the resting beast.

The larger the crowd that gathered around them, the harder Meru was willing to work to keep her new stud at her side, but something like that didn't require as much physical effort as it did magical whimsy.

"But just in case anyone gets carried away and tries to take what I've worked so hard to get...why don't we take a few extra precautions?"

For the first time in nearly half an hour, Marcus was granted the freedom to breathe easily. Hips that were shaky on their ascent moved away from his face, revealing such a plentiful stream of arousal that it dripped across the front of his muzzle like a faucet, even when she finished pulling herself away from his lips.

The weight of his tongue flicked against her petals a final time as she rose, nearly addicted to the saccharine delight that was her liquid desire.

"Looks to me like we've already brought the tide in, ourselves," Meru noticed the seemingly endless streams of precum that poured from Marcus, feeling they deserved her recognition. "But I'm not quite ready for you to make an ocean out of me..."

Finally releasing the pleasant heft of his orbs, Meru tapped her free fingers together once, generating a tiny spark.

A couple more taps brought quiet, clicking sounds, akin to the struggle of a smoker with an almost-empty lighter. When she finally got the gesture just right, a brilliant burst of pink smoke illuminated near the base of Marcus' cock, spreading only when she eased her hands apart, little by little.

"When the time is right, this little device will disappear on its own," Meru explained. Fingertips traced around the base of his length in a series of tight, tiny coils, drawing the links of a chain in the air. "But until then, you might feel a little pressure down here..."

Making a final link and pressing her fingertips together a final time, Meru finished the binding spell, putting an ethereal lock on the base of his manhood. The mark of the spell was completely imprinted on his flesh: coils of darker purple stood out just enough against the pink of his shaft that no one would be able to miss them, but Meru didn't think any of the onlookers would be so bold as to actually take a shot at her capture.

"I already feel plenty of pressure," Marcus finally worked his way through the mess that had spilled over his lips, and the fog that flooded his mind. "You sure that I'm not gonna burst from all this?"

"That's not how the spell works, thankfully," Meru assured him. "It might feel like it's gonna come out your ears, but you'd be the first, big guy."

Though Marcus had little to say to that point, the wolf was being slightly more talkative than usual, thanks to Meru's seductive influence.

He'd still keep things short and sweet, but that extra pliability made for a canine that was happy to keep teasing Meru with his tongue, even if it couldn't reach her any longer.

"If you really try to keep it all inside of you...it's gonna come out of your ears," Marcus warned her.

It wasn't just the tone of his response, but the sheer confidence that he offered to Meru that proved she'd need to use a stronger spell on his mind, as well.

If the spirit wasn't willing to cooperate, all of the links she'd traced around the base of his cock would be for naught; she refused to let her hard work go to waste.

"I know where my limits are, but by the sound of it, you don't know enough about your own," she countered. "I get the feeling that you don't have to deal with a woman that can meet you as an intellectual equal very often..."

Easing herself back from his shaft, Meru could already sense that Marcus was thinking of grabbing her by the hips and turning her into a living cocksleeve.

She would have loved nothing more, most of the time...but what she loved most was being a tease until she couldn't take it anymore, and there was plenty of endurance left about her.

"You might be smarter than I am, all told, but I'm not gonna give you the chance to find out," Meru finished her thought as she looked back over her shoulder. A pointed digit was already aimed right between his eyes, and a single bolt of electrified pink leapt from the tip. "Not today, anyway...today, you're just a big, sexy cushion for me to bounce on: you will play along."

It wasn't outright hypnosis, but it fell into the same vein of thought. Aided by her former seduction and Marcus' own arousal, Meru could guide the wolf to whatever ends she desired, and though one stood out among the rest of her ideas, there was no shortage of roads to take to that ultimate goal.

"I...w-will...play along," Marcus answered, his lips moving with an uncertainty that was truly unbecoming of his typical attitude.

Meru didn't know him well enough to know what a profound thing she'd just accomplished, but even if she had, she wouldn't have stopped to dwell on what she considered a small victory. "Good boy...I knew you could be trained with a little time and patience!"

She took the lead and ran with it, adjusting her posture to take a seat once again, this time lining up the soaking warmth of her entrance with the spot just above his sheath.

"Now that I know you can be trusted, it's time to take your training to the next level," she explained. "If you'd just gone ahead and lubed me up with some sunscreen when I asked you to, we could have skipped this part...but I really did want to feel something warm and smooth all over my back. Think you can help me with that?"

There were more tools attached to the succubus than Marcus recognized in the first minutes of their encounter. The neon intensity of her stare and the supple lift of her breasts were obvious enough when it came to acts of seduction, but the long, narrow whip of her tail and the curve of her backside weren't to be ignored--certainly not as much as they had been until then.

Without giving Marcus the relief of an orgasm, she pressed the cheeks of her rump back, letting either side envelop the shaft of his cock in a snug, heated grip. The extra slack of her tail coiled beneath the underside of his length, keeping it pressed tight into the smooth valley between her cheeks and forcing the tapered tip to angle against into the tiny gap between her shoulder blades.

"The right answer was yes , by the way," Meru teased. "Don't tell me you're all out of clever things to say, already?"

Contending with such a powerful magic was beyond the realm of Marcus, who would have considered his mind to be a steel trap, before.

After knowing the invasive and domineering spirit of the succubus, he'd need a moment to reflect on that topic.

"When you're the subject of my thoughts, clever isn't the first place my mind goes," Marcus answered. "I don't think it's very clever to say that I'd be happy to paint your back with something else; we both know that's what you want to hear."

Her spell wasn't concerned with the impressive volume of precum that continued to leak from Marcus. If anything, she was glad that she could still feel the slick, familiar warmth of that yield dripping along the base of her tail, but a little extra force would be sure to leave the colorless blessing higher up on her back.

"Hearing it is nice and all," Meru agreed. "But how about we work on feeling it?"

Planting her palms flat and firm against the broad spread of Marcus' chest, Meru turned his musculature into her own personal harness: the fluff gathered at the peak of his chest was just thick enough that she could lace her fingertips into it and find a greater sense of purchase.

That was all she needed to clutch her knees up to either side of his hips and capture his body in the path of her descending backside. The weight of that curve slapped down firmly against his lap, stroking the sides of his dick with a warm, slick presence that her breasts simply couldn't have provided.

"Something...like...t-this?" Meru asked, dancing her words around the labored efforts of her lifting, driving hips. "Goodness knows you have to enjoy f-feeling this, right?"

Marcus didn't need to be influence or hypnotized to tell the truth about that. "Feels like you're fucking me without letting me inside...j-just makes me want it even more," he admitted, finding a hint of freedom in the way that he spoke to his otherwise domineering cocksleeve. "You can't keep stringing me along forever, you know."

As if the words were tipping the rest of his body off to certain freedoms, his paws came up from the beach towel and slapped right back down on the curve of her rump. A pleasant SMACK rang out to the still-growing crowd, giving them even a slight idea of just how powerful the wolf could be, when he was allowed to actually use his strength.

Looked like he barely touched me, but that was one hell of a spank, she thought. If he really tries, I'm not gonna be able to sit for a week!

Once the initial sting passed, her lips were curling back into the familiar shape of a wicked grin.

What a wonderful fate that would be...

As long as she was allowed to make herself comfortable in Marcus' lap, Meru would be perfectly fine with stoking his beastly fires, until she'd been burnt to a crisp and hoisted by her own petard.

If he continued to prove lustful enough to manipulate, she'd have no problem taking off the proverbial cuffs and letting him have his way with her, but that would have to wait a little longer: even as she bounced and rocked her ass against the shaft of his cock, hotdogging it with a brilliant level of skill, she didn't feel that she'd quite done enough to tease him.

"Pretty sure you missed the part where I was quite literally stringing your orgasm along for as long as I wanted," Meru finally reminded the wolf. She was finding it difficult to thrust her backside against his lap with such sincerity and carry a proper conversation, but to see Marcus' face twisting up with such delight made it entirely worth the effort. "You'll get to empty these eventually, but until I say you're ready...you're just g-gonna have to deal with it, pup."

The pointed, spade-like end of her tail was an extension of her flesh, but the texture of it was unique, different from any other part of her body.

To feel it brushing along the inside of his thigh, Marcus felt as if his body was being teased with a strip of smooth, heated leather; pleasant enough to experience in any manner of places, but to feel that spade tickling the underside of his sack and stroking upon the most sensitive skin he possessed...there was no doubt in his mind that Meru was an enchanted woman.

Without magic, nothing could have stopped the sudden, rushing burst of seed that was begging to flood from the tip of his cock and utterly paint the small of Meru's back.

"I still f-feel it," Marcus whispered, his voice subdued not by his desire to avoid a crowd--it was already too late for that--but by the weight of Meru's enchantment. "Like I'm cumming, but...b-but nothing is coming out!"

Meru shook her head as she bounced. "To the contrary, there's still plenty that's getting through my barrier," she pointed out. Leaning back in place and arching her shoulders into the tapered tip of his member, the succubus proved her point to the werewolf, working his own precum back into her flesh in the most unique way she could fathom. "And it's spilling all over me, Marcus...just the way that I hoped it would."

Enough volume was spilling around the middle of her spine that she could feel the excess teasing at the base of her tail. For a moment, Meru quietly wondered if the power of her enchantment was buckling after all...but if that was all that he was able to offer her with a cumshot, it would have been a disappointment, all told.

"But you want to give me something more than this, don't you?" she asked, feeing the throb of what would have been an incredible orgasm, had it been allowed to occur. "Just a little sample of what you can produce isn't enough for either of us; you need to show me what you can really do when you come unglued!"

It was the illusion of choice: the concept that Marcus could walk away at any time was only an extension of that same illusion.

Even if she completely released him from the grips of her multiple spells all at once, Marcus would have been too overwhelmed with lust to do anything but grab the tiny succubus and pin her down until she was leaking his seed from every orifice.

That fate would come with time, but in the moment, Meru still controlled her own destiny, and held Marcus by the end of an invisible string, tugging him down a slightly different path.

"What I need...is...t-to breed you," Marcus replied, his voice littered with the sttruggle of a man that was trying to regain control of his body. "And I can smell the need on you, too..."

He wasn't wrong, but Meru could push Marcus with her enchantments if she was so inclined; she held every advantage.

If not for that, the werewolf would have won her over well before then, but Meru was rarely the type to play fair...and even less so where her lovers were concerned.

She was willing to give the werewolf a taste of what it meant to control her smaller, slimmer body, but even then, she'd make it clear that there was no question about who was in control.

"Of course, you can...after how long I was riding your face, I bet that's all you can smell," Meru agreed. "You're welcome, by the way."

Marcus let out another full, thick grunt.

"What's the matter? Not satisfied with all the free samples you've been getting?" she asked. "You still need a little something more?"

If his orgasm wasn't being kept at bay by the nature of a sinister enchantment, Marcus would have long been overstimulated.

Thanks to the cruel machinations of the succubus, he was as desperate as he'd ever been to know the bliss of a release, but he remained so far from the finish line that he may as well have never started the race.

"You know d-damn well that I do," the wolf answered. New vitriol was dripping from his voice as his natural resilience fought back against the arousing spells that were cast upon him, and in the depth of his stare, Meru could see that he was overcoming her influence, little by little.

If she kept stringing him along, she was at risk of her magic running out before his endurance did; there was no telling just how sore she'd be if Marcus was allowed to take her body without restraint.

"I suppose you and I have warmed up enough," she conceded. "A real shame, that; I was just starting to get used to the weight of your cock against my ass."

"Wouldn't it feel even better inside of it?"

"...Sounds to me like someone needs another dose of Meru's magic," the succubus twirled her fingers yet again, summoning up an entire cloud of the dusty energy that she'd manipulated the wolf with, thus far. "Can't have you getting out of line and making a scene, after all."

Pushing the cloud right into his muzzle, the impact proved such a gentle thing that Marcus only noticed the weight of a raspberry being blown at the end of his face.

As he took in a breath and absorbed the nature of that magic a final time, the very center of his eyes took on the same, blush tone of pink that resembled Meru's energy: he'd be a loyal subject to her until she'd worked every bit of cum from the depths of his body.

"You say that like you don't want me to grab you and flip you onto your back," Marcus countered, his voice laced with a greater confidence than Meru would have expected. "As if that isn't what you've wanted this entire time..."

Shocked by the words but doing her best to play along, Meru put on her best smile and gave the wolf a quick tap on the nose. "Don't tell me you were sneaking peeks into my private thoughts while you were under the influence of that spell, just now!"

"And if I was?"

"Then you're gonna have to wait even longer ," Meru declared his punishment as her tail unfurled and her backside eased away from the soaking, heated shaft of his cock. "And if you thought it was difficult before..."

Marcus reached up to her sides and tried to steady her body, but the spell created a disconnect. As close as he came, Meru could feel the wind rushing off the tips of his claws, but they stopped just short of grasping her flesh.

Trembling with inhuman effort, Marcus clutched and strained, but he came no closer to grabbing the succubus, even when she lingered long enough to giggle at his wasted attempts.

"Just wait until I'm bent over in front of you," she announced her intentions in time with her movement, dismounting his lap and turning away from his angry stare once more. "Tail lifted, pussy spread, butt wiggling...and all you can do is kneel there and beg me to let you in."

She knew just what she needed to do to seduce a canine lover. The spells were all part of an extra touch, but Meru was fine with turning away from Marcus and lifting the narrow base of her tail, even before she dropped to her knees in the middle of the beach towel.

"I know that big, quiet guys like you are harder to break, but no one celebrates something as common as cracking an egg," she mentioned. "Getting someone like you to turn against your very nature and plead with me for something as basic as a quick, dirty fuck...that demands a little recognition."

The umbrella overhead barely gave the pair cover from the midday sun; keeping the stares of the gathered crowd at bay would prove impossible, but Meru was keeping one important detail from Marcus, all the while.

If she didn't get the same payoff that she was after, she would follow suit in coming unglued in a matter of minutes.

"Lucky for you, I'm little," the succubus joked. "And it seems that you've learned to recognize me for what I am, albeit too late. A real shame that you dipped your toes in such tempting waters, isn't it?"

Her knees planted on the towel, her hips rolled, and all the while, Meru wore her arousal about herself like a cloak, refusing to hide the dripping pout of her womanhood or the narrowed intensity of her gaze.

She wanted to drip with sex appeal through and through--an easy enough task when someone was completely under her control--but as she planted her palms on the corners of the towel, she felt the weight of the wolf shifting behind her, moving with frightening speed.

Could he have broken free of the spell? She wondered. Her panic rolled back down her throat in a swallowed lump as she looked over her shoulder, and one locked, shared gaze slowed the approach of the canine just enough for her to lower her ass, down and out of the way of his driving thrust.

His entire shaft rubbed against the curve of her backside and slipped along the middle of her back, spilling fresh precum over the stains that had recently settled. "You're the one who gave in to your temptations," Marcus argued, thinking that he might have finally turned the tables. "But I-

"Missed your mark," Meru cut him off with a knowing tease. "Biding your time to gain a little control...that was a very naughty trick you pulled, Marcus!"

His ears flattened in a telltale display of canine guilt, but he could find no further words to justify his underhanded attempt.

"I was about to guide you in and do some of the work for you, but just for that...you're gonna have to wait even longer."

Those words were as brutal as any other part of the treatment thus far.

Flesh that had been pushed to previously impossible limits remained sensitive to the touch; almost _painfully_so, but all the same, the coiling length of Meru's tail was wrapping around the base, clinging to that pulsing, bouncing flesh.

"Start thrusting," Meru commanded, her voice taking a tone as sharp as the pointed spade at the end of her tail. "And when I feel like you've got the rhythm I want, maybe I'll g-guide you in..."

A sudden jab forced the succubus to plant hard against one planted palm, but her other hand was too busy being greedy to support any of the burden.

As four fingertips spread out against the towel with rigid presence, two more were leisurely swirling over the hood of her own clit, applying just enough pressure to the sensitive nub to remind her body that there was something more important than teasing the wolf, after all.

There was still the untold bliss of the big one to be had, and after such a lengthy build up, Meru was struggling to imagine just how incredible she'd feel when Marcus' flesh finally had the good fortune of sliding inside of her.

"Please..."

That said, there was no overstating how much pleasure there was to be had in thrusting against the unique texture and grip of Meru's tail: just a few seconds of proper, canine thrusts were enough to break down the last of Marcus' resolve, bringing out the words the succubus had been waiting for the entire day.

"Please what , big guy?"

"Please let m-me...let me breed you," he begged, the conflict of his desires and his pride evident in every word. "Please s-stop stringing me along and j-just fuck me already!"

The possibility of getting away with their antics scot-free was completely off the table.

With just one howl, Marcus didn't just make his intentions clear to Meru: he informed almost everyone on the beach that he'd been pushed to the breaking point, but that little outburst didn't frustrate Meru in the way that he might have feared.

To know that she'd taken him clean over the edge was just the kind of arousal she needed to take the dive with him; her tail loosened the grip on the base of his cock in the very next breath.

"Well...since you asked so nicely..."

She knew what she was getting herself into.

She was giddy , having pushed her own insatiable lust to limits that she hadn't previously considered.

Wonder if this is how every guy I've ever teased has felt?

It was a brief enough train of thought...one readily derailed when she felt the first jab of Marcus' cock against the inside of her thigh.

"F...fucking mutt...if you're g-gonna thrust that hard, m-make sure you hit your mark!" she yelled back at him, but this time, she didn't take away from the organic excitement of the moment.

She allowed him to make that mistake over and over again, the tip of his length grinding against her inner thigh, brushing along the underside of her mound, spitting precum against the nub of her clit...

...and finally, mercifully, the tapered head of a delicious, canine cock pierced Meru.

"O-oh...fuck... fuck!" she cried out, but her voice was already hidden by the overt, powerful grunts of the beast above her; the sounds of his long-sought relief were such that even the gasps and whispers in the crowd were completely drowned out. "Fine...I've made you wait long enough...j-just do it, you magnificent beast...fuck me... fuck me!"

Classical seduction would have been enough to turn Meru's trip to the beach into the best part of her weekend, but dragging the process out for such a long time, long after others would have lost their patience, was already paying dividends.

Meru couldn't control her focus on the spell that contained Marcus' orgasm after just a minute of being pounded into the sand by the werewolf, and the first throb of his own, oncoming climax rattled her insides with such authority that for a moment... just a moment...she wondered if she was the one in control of their romp.

No...my spell couldn't have failed, she thought. _He's still under my control...he's still mine! _

She knew she was trying to convince herself of that truth, more than anything. That confidence in her mind wouldn't change the reality of the moment: that she was yielding to the driving, hammering thrusts of the werewolf above her.

"Keep going, Marcus...let it all out!" she cheered him on, aided by the distant sound of clapping and cat-calling from the crowd. "You've earned it, big guy...you've earned everything you're about to get!"

Wisps of magical energy were pushed from Meru's body, lacing the excess juices that were jettisoned from the tight, overstuffed confines of her womanhood. Those enchanted streaks of natural arousal told a greater story than anyone at the beach could have realized: the release of Meru's spell meant that Marcus, for the first time, could feel the full pleasure of her inner muscles clenching around his cock.

That milking desperation needed to be felt only once to break down the barrier between Marcus and his release.

"Rrrnn... rnnnngh!" he tried to let Meru know what was coming, but such pleasure flooded his mortal coil that unclenching his fangs was the greatest obstacle he'd faced, thus far.

He simply couldn't manage it...and for the sake of his consciousness, he was glad to have his teeth held so tightly together: he wasn't sure he would have been able to recall the entirety of the moment, otherwise.

"Is that h-how they say 'I'm cumming' in your native tongue?" Meru asked, the question spilling over her lips in a hurried attempt at a tease; she wasn't going to change her nature, even at the apex of her own climax. "It'll...h-have to do...cause I'm cumming too, Marcus...I'm gonna cum all over that glorious fucking cock!"

She'd already left enchanted prints with her lips and deep rivets with the pressure of her tail: the presence of her cum didn't seem like such a powerful thing in comparison, but Marcus didn't know just how much moisture the succubus had to offer.

As the incredible volume of his cum poured into her tight passage and spattered back across his own hips, Meru went taut and held still, letting the werewolf pump and pound into her body with the natural gait and intensity of a canine; that was just what she needed match him blow for blow, spreading a mess of feminine ejaculate upon the pulsing shaft of his cock.

The mess was such that she wasn't sure they'd ever be able to wash the whole of it off the towel, but then, Meru wanted Marcus to remember what an incredible time he had with her--she wasn't the type to let her best lays off after just one round--and coating his belongings with just as much of her juices was a surefire way to make sure her presence would be felt, long after she picked herself up off the towel.

Before that, however, she had to finish the spasms of a mind-shattering orgasm...one that left her body to crumple down into the sand, and her mind to completely depart from her body as the wolf continued to drive down and into her helpless backside.

He's still cumming? Fucking hell...I can feel it on the backs of my knees , she realized, finding that her chest heaved too quickly for words to escaped her. How much more does he have to give?

Even when the lifeguards came to investigate the cause of the commotion, Marcus didn't slow his pace in the least; he had more left to give than Meru ever could have guessed...