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Citrine flicked on the television, and then slumped down in front of it on her little couch. It had been another one of those days. The ones that felt like the most tedious routine, and yet somehow took so much effort that the otter had wanted to die before the workday was half over. She couldn’t even find a comfortable position as the show she had wanted to watch went on a break and advertisements began. The room was too cold. She was on the brink of throwing her remote through the television screen to at least stop the noise of the advertisements.

She needed some kind of transformative experience. A vacation. Maybe a fuck so hard that it left her seeing double. Maybe all three of those things at once, because work was absolutely killing her, to the point that she could feel the veins in her temples pulse with her heartbeat. That wasn’t normal. She needed a-

“-whole new way to see the world!” the TV blared, showing off what looked like a virtual reality headset. The kind she had always dreamt off as a kid, but that had ultimately not been all that interesting.

Noble effort, fate. I guess it’s close, at least, she thought, sighing as her thoughts drifted back towards the eternal phantasms that haunt every adult mind; tomorrow’s groceries, next year’s taxes. Though, then she noticed something. This headset seemed to have spikes on the back of it.

“-the all-new XDD Vivid headset, registered trademark, hooks directly into your neurons to let you control a consenting target as if their body were your own.”

Huh.

“Simply find a friend who would want to wear the receiving end of the ecks-dee-dee Vivid headset, registered trademark, put on your master equipment, and in the blink of an eye, you’ll be experiencing life as somebody else!”

Huuuh.

Technology had apparently taken a giant leap while Citrine had been too busy with work to look. That was adulthood, she supposed. One long, stressful stretch that consisted of most of your life, and only at the end – or by pure coincidence – would you notice all the things you missed along the way. Not this, though. She wasn’t going to miss something as crazy as this “XDD Vivid headset” (registered trademark, her brain reminded her) assuming that it actually worked at all. The sharp-looking needles at the back of the device seemed a little alarming, but hell, Citrine had tried a bed-of-nails acupressure mat for stress relief. It couldn’t be that bad.

She placed her order quickly. These days, it didn’t take more than a couple of clicks, and the only thing she’d had to sacrifice for that ease of shopping had been her privacy!

But then, she also needed someone whose body she could actually control, which would be a taller order. She had some friends who might agree to it… hm. She quickly sent a few messages to all of her male friends, most of whom were also former or current lovers as she enjoyed her time being single. While controlling another woman might’ve been nice, it’d hardly be a transformative experience like she had wanted. But Citrine had always been curious about what having a cock felt like.

Still, “let me remote control your body so that I can play with your cock in first person” felt a little bit too aggressive. Maybe if she phrased it more along the lines of want to play with this new BDSM toy I got?

It was a BDSM toy, dammit! Full control of someone’s body was the kind of thing dominants of years past could’ve only dreamt wet dreams about.

But maybe it wasn’t what the average person thought of when they said “BDSM”. Want to fool around and play with this new headset I got sounded a little better. Good enough. She hit send, and then hit it again for every friend she thought might be interested.

There was a little bit of a problem, though. She was feeling the first tingles of a heat, which made any sort of adult play exponentially more dangerous. However, most of the risk came from whatever the man she was playing with did, the otter reasoned, rubbing her thick, muscular tail idly as she thought about its. If she was in full control, there’d be no real risk. Women were just better like that.

Her phone soon chimed repeatedly as message after message arrived. Busy taking care of the kids. Busy visiting parents. Busy, busy, busy.

Sometimes Citrine wondered if she had too many playmates, but fuck it, she had appetites, and she also had no social life at all beyond whatever she did on her computer and with that night’s lover.

Chime. Can’t. Chime. Got something else planned. Chime. Sure, when are we doing it?

Citrine was a heartbeat away from clearing that last notification before she realized that one of her friends actually wanted to try doing something, for once. It was Rocky, a wolf – pretty handsome, strongly built – who she had known since high school, which was just about the best-case scenario. He was great fun to play with, and always put her pleasure first. Not that it mattered for this little tryst, because she was about to be in control of her own pleasure, for once.

Wait. Would she even feel herself get fucked, if she was going to be controlling his body? Or would Rocky be the one feeling that? Well, it’d be a fun surprise, at least. Whatever it was, a late-night TV advertisement had never lied to her before, and she was sure it wasn’t going to do so now.

“Well, I gotta get the thing in the mail first,” Citrine replied.

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” was the reply, quickly followed by another message: “So what are you going to do with me when I wear it?”

The night quickly turned into something much steamier than planned as Rocky and the otter kept sharing increasingly lewd fantasies of just what she might do with him, or him with her, should they ever decide to switch up their roles, and eventually it outright became a kind of anticipatory roleplaying. One thing was for certain; Citrine just couldn’t want to play with a cock attached to her own groin, even if the whole experience was only borrowed. Just how would it feel to touch it? Would she start cumming immediately? What did the knot feel like?

And what would sliding it inside someone feel like? Specifically, herself. She was about to get to experience exactly what made men so desperate to fuck her pussy – or really, any pussy at all – and Citrine could barely contain her excitement.

After the mutual, chat-assisted orgasms had that night, Citrine was left waiting. Waiting for several excruciatingly long days for the headset to finally arrive. By the end of it, she could barely focus on anything at all, for how incredibly excited she was about it.

Then, it did arrive. A big, unmarked box that looked as if had been lost in transit several times before arriving at her place. Not exactly professional, but when Citrine excitedly tore the box open, she found the headset inside, pristine and new. It looked exactly like the average virtual reality headset, just with the alarming needle-like things in the back, that’d presumably “hook into her neurons”. She could only hope it’d be painless.

The other half looked like an earpiece from the nineties. One of those first generations of hands-free phones that effectively required a hand to hold it in place regardless. It didn’t look comfortable, but it did come with a strap.

How it’d allow her to control someone else’s body, she had no idea, but false advertising was illegal, and that meant it had to work. She put both the headset and the earpiece on charge and called Rocky over. To no great surprise, he arrived just about as soon as Citrine put the phone down, clearly just as excited as she was about this newest excuse to fuck one of his friends. And she couldn’t really blame him, it was just that the roles would be a little different, this time.

“So, I just put this on like this?” Rocky asked, fastening the earpiece around his big, lupine ear, and pulling the strap around his head to stop it from falling off. “Kinda heavy.”

“At least you’re not going to get needles in the back of your head,” Citrine grinned nervously. “I should probably lay down for this, shouldn’t I?”

The two made their way to the bedroom and Citrine laid down, finding a comfortable position on her bed. Rocky laid down next to her, just in case there was some momentary total loss in control when she put on the headset, as she was doing. She slipped it over her face, and then turned it on.

“Welcome to your new XDD Vivid, registered trademark,” the headset read. “If you have not already, ask your partner to wear the earpiece that came with the device.”

Check.

“Relocate yourself to a comfortable, safe environment, and then click ‘Direct Control’,” it continued. “The first session lasts up to sixty minutes and cannot be prolonged, as a safety precaution.”

“Everything okay over there?” Rocky asked. He was rather looking forward to seeing how being a passenger in his own body felt, especially if it meant he’d get to enjoy fucking Citrine again.

“Yeah,” Citrine replied, her voice calm but sweating bullets internally. She wasn’t looking forward to feeling those needles, but at the same time, her pussy was so wet she was surprised her panties hadn’t entirely disintegrated. She was definitely well on her way into heat, but that’d be easy enough to handle with her own remote-controlled stud.

She grabbed a controller and clicked Direct Control. There was a slight jab of pain at the back of her head, and then her vision disintegrated into digital artifacts. Next to her, Rocky groaned a little, and then Citrine realized that the groan came from her own lips. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and sure enough; she was in his body.

His firm, masculine, wonderful body. She sat up, slowly, letting the world come into focus and all those sensations start to make sense. It felt weird, to say the last, and how could it not? Her consciousness had been shifted into – or at least enough to see through and control – someone else. Someone with a rather big, lupine cock that was already swelling with excitement. She glanced over to her right, and saw her own body, just about inanimate except for slow, measured breathing.

And she looked hot as fuck. Instantly her cock – or Rocky’s, but it felt easier to think of it as her own – shot up to full hardness. She’d never felt horniness like that, like a focused, instant, and fiery hunger to bury her nose between her own tits and then claim herself, fucking herself until she came. There was such erotic beauty to even just her tits, things she’d never noticed before when inhabiting her straight, female mind. Slowly, and very gingerly, she reached out to brush a finger over her unconscious body’s chest. She felt so very soft and warm, and a firmer touch made her temporary cock twitch with excitement.

Rocky, for his part, felt everything too, but he had been sidelined. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, and while he knew Citrine would never hurt him, it was still a weird sensation to be riding along while someone else piloted his body. Still, it was his arousal, or so it seemed, though going by Citrine’s reactions, there seemed to be little distinction anymore.

That said, he loved watching his friend slowly explore all that testosterone-fueled arousal. It was adorable, the way she clearly wanted to squeeze her tits and more – and he felt her desires echo in his head – but not quite daring to take full advantage.

She would, though. It was her body after all, and he was definitely consenting, too. Really, even though he was incredibly horny, the whole scenario was almost as interesting as it was exciting.

Citrine crept closer to her sleeping self. She kept worrying that she might wake up, but of course, there was no risk of that. She was awake, just transposed into a different body. There was a sweet scent in the air around her, one that she had smelled before but that’d never really registered as anything important before. Now, though, with a male body, it felt like a kind of spicy ambrosia, making her feel hot all over, and seemingly concentrating into her cock with each shuddering breath.

Was that how she smelled to men when in heat? No wonder they were all so desperately eager around her. Citrine felt exactly that same deep-set need now, and though she could resist it, it felt much better to follow the scent and let her cock do the thinking for her.

The scent naturally led her to her sleeping body’s crotch, still with a comfortable pair of pajama pants covering her lower half. Citrine dug her suddenly rather thick and meaty fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, only to be faced with a pair of panties so wet that the sight of them made her blush, but also drool. She looked so tasty, and smelled even better now, with only the panties between her nose and the source of those pheromones. It was like a carnal compulsion that made her pull off the panties too, so that she could see her own pussy totally naked and shamelessly eager.

Rocky couldn’t help but smile, at least internally, as the otter got her first taste of being a man. Well, at least when it came to how easily aroused most tended to be, and the way “her” cock was clearly guiding her actions by now. So, he sat and watched, feeling oddly relaxed in the background despite feeling his body move without any conscious control from his side.

Citrine was, naturally, overcome with possibilities, each more perverted than the last. She licked her lips; had her pussy always looked so tasty and inviting? It was bizarre; she’d never really thought of that little slit as something attractive, much less compelling and beautiful, even though she was perfectly aware that men loved it. But now, her perspective had shifted, thanks to the headset. Was it Rocky’s attraction that she was feeling, or her own, filtered through a lifetime of testosterone?

She moved as if possessed, kneeling between her own legs and lowering her head. Whatever this feeling was, she reasoned, she wanted more of it. There was nothing wrong with playing with her own body, was there? It wasn’t as if she didn’t do it every day already. It was just seeing herself in third person that somehow made it much kinkier, as if she was about to fuck her identical twin, or… it was hard to even conceptualize what she was doing, but if the headsets got more popular, sexologists across the world would soon have to contend with the kink of masturbation-by-proxy.

Or sex.

She already knew there was no way this would stay as just masturbation. But she’d cross that bridge when she arrived at it. For now, Citrine slowly, as she worked up the courage to do so, dipped her head lower, and lower, and lower, until she was breathing in the heady scent of her own sexuality, feeling the warmth of her pussy, and watching wetness slowly leave those luscious, beautiful lips glistening with excitement. Her body had to be responding to what her mind was feeling, even if she wasn’t consciously in here.

Can an unconscious body consent if it’s your own and you’re not inside it at the moment? Can-

Ignoring those questions about morals, ethics, and such earthly quandaries, Citrine stuck out her tongue and swiped it across her own clit. Her body twitched, and the body she was currently inhabiting practically quaked with arousal. She found her taste to be delicious, like a tangy yet somehow sweet nectar. Not quite like honey, but almost like a tea that she immediately wanted more of. So, her tongue – which, actually being Rocky’s, felt oddly broad and lupine – explored more. It flicked over her clit again, and then, along the length of her lips, scooping up that sweet nectar as it went.

Eating out another woman came surprisingly naturally to the otter, who had never really had a desire to do that. But it wasn’t as if there was any shame in it, and so, she dove deeper into the flavor of her own cunt, gently prying herself open with a pair of rough, masculine fingers, and sticking her tongue into that wet heat with no hesitation. Citrine felt herself clench around her tongue, instinctively, and then another rush of wetness followed. Making someone leak like a faucet that easily, even if it was herself, was still a prideful rush.

Prideful and hungry. It was like she couldn’t get enough. Each little lick only made her thirstier, or hungrier, and each sniff of those concentrated heat-pheromones made her cock twitch eagerly, yearning to be touched. And so, she did, slipping her hand down to wrap her fingers around that unfamiliar lupine cock again, and stroking it like she’d seen so many men do. It felt amazing, and she moaned into her body’s snatch, face wet with her juices, but it didn’t scratch the itch the scent was sparking in her. Her hand wasn’t warm enough, soft enough, wet enough to satisfy the heat-inspired need.

Citrine’s heart nearly stopped when she realized what she really was fantasizing of. What she wanted, what she needed. Rocky had already consented to her doing pretty much everything, but she, herself, found herself desperately wanting to fuck herself. The idea was hot as hell, but wouldn’t it be wrong, somehow?

She couldn’t just borrow someone’s cock and stuff it into her own pussy. Or maybe she could. Sure, she was nearly at peak fertility, but it wasn’t as if she’d ever cum in those fertile depths – her cock jerked again, eagerly, at the idea regardless – so it was pretty much safe, too.

So why shouldn’t you do it, she asked herself. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to really try out the full male experience, isn’t it?

Citrine’s mouth left her pussy as she sat back up, staring dizzily at that little feminine hole between her legs, and just about feeling it call out to her. She glanced down at the thick wolfcock between her legs. It looked hard enough that it felt like it should’ve hurt, but it didn’t. It just yearned. Like that length of meat had a mind of its own that threatened to make her hips thrust even now, an overwhelming urge or maybe even addiction begging for her to sheathe it into her slippery cunt.

It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

In reality, her mind had already been made up since she put on the headset, of course, and Rocky felt those emotions pretty acutely, too. There was a certain bond between them while wearing the equipment, some emotional bleedover, and as such the wolf was very aware off the otter wanting to fuck herself. Oh, he did too, but there was a difference in how their emotions felt. His feelings, he was familiar with. Hers felt like an echo, but also more like a pull or warmth than a ravenous, twitching beast like his own. He watched, with excitement, as Citrine slowly got into position with his body.

“Okay. Simple enough,” she told herself, almost jumping out of her skin as she heard Rocky’s low, rumbling voice rather than her own. She’d never get used to that. “Um… yeah, so, just tell me if you want me to stop, Rocky. I guess really think about stopping, and I should feel that, maybe?”

He had no plans on such, instead smiling inwardly as Citrine kept narrating her first time trying to use a male body.

“Just think of how boys do it when they’re fucking you,” she muttered, gently pushing her real body’s legs apart and then kneeling between them. None of what she did came instinctively, the way it might for someone born in a male body, but she did her best, slowly lowering herself, trying her best to somehow both sink down and aim her cock for her pussy, and missing several times as she tried to thrust in.

“Okay, way harder than you’d think…” she continued mumbling, but then moaned out loud as the tapered lupine tip of her cock brushed against those slick, hot lips. The next instinctive twitch or her hips lodged that cock in between them, and the next, entirely involuntary, sank it an inch or so into her. “F-fuck, oh my god.”

It felt incredible. All the sensations were technically around her cock, but it felt like it was all-engulfing. Like all her thoughts were pulled out of her head and into her cock, and deeper. The urge to go deeper and hold herself there was incredibly strong, and fighting it was like trying to hold back the tides. So, Citrine did what everyone with a cock trying sex for the first time did; she sank deeper, deeper into the white-hot bliss of her own pussy, groaning and whimpering at how incredibly good every little push of her hips felt. It was like her body was deliberately trying to make her cum already.

Which it was, she supposed, in a weirdly detached, almost dissociative way. Her pussy was made, by millions of years of evolution, to make males cum quickly and easily. The thought made her dizzy, as if all her blood flowing to her engorged cock didn’t already.

The heat was so intense and so incredibly inviting that she groaned again as she hilted her borrowed cock in it, fighting to steady her breath. If this was how good sex always felt for men, Citrine found herself completely unable to blame them for “accidentally” cumming inside her. It was something like a hot shower on a cold day; she never wanted to leave. Only it was much more than that, and even being perfectly still inside herself, it felt beyond intimate and pleasurable.

“O-okay, girl, get it together,” she said out loud, already at the point where it wasn’t enough to just keep the thoughts in her head. She had to verbalize them, or Citrine knew that she’d lose herself. The sensible thing, upon discovering that first crack in her determination, would’ve been to pull out and cancel the experiment, but instead the otter told herself that she could handle it. She wasn’t a man, after all, and on top of that, she really wanted to feel more of what her body had to offer.

It would make sex much more interesting in the future, too, if she knew exactly how her partner felt inside her. Oh, excuses, excuses. Citrine knew she was lying to herself; all she wanted was to pursue more of those good feelings – but as long as she did manage to stop in time, there’d be no harm done.

And so, Citrine began to slowly thrust. It was clumsy, at first, but men and women weren’t that different. After a few weak, confused thrusts, she began to find the rhythm, groaning with pleasure. It really did feel like her pussy was clinging to her, trying to suck her dry right away. And her body clenched too, squeezing around her length eagerly. It felt absolutely rapturous, she thought, and just then, Citrine suddenly felt her cock tense up and twitch.

Instantly, she pulled out, overcome by a panicked anxiety, thinking she had just cum inside her very fertile pussy, staring at the angry-red cock coated in her juices. But there was nothing white on it, just her own juices.

Precum? It had to be precum, Citrine told herself. That wouldn’t cause any harm, either. Just precum. She could just ignore the throbbing and enjoy the sex instead, right?

Her entire body was screaming at her to put that wonderful cock back inside her, and she did, moaning in absolute, dissolute bliss as she sank back into that by now familiar, feminine, suckling heat that threatened to pull her over the edge.

The problem was that Citrine wasn’t sure what signs of an impending orgasm she was looking for, except rising pleasure, so she’d have to be careful. Yet, the masculine mind she inhabited was rather focused on breeding by now. There was certainly a temptation to just keep going to that point and then past it, too. Almost like it was Rocky’s body calling the shots and not her mind.

What was it that they’d said in sex ed? The pull-out method wasn’t safe because of what? Was it that men leaked cum before their orgasm, or was it because they lacked the willpower to stop? Citrine wished that she had paid more attention, but as long as she was careful, it should all work out just fine.

There was a feeling of forgetting something, though. The longer she wore the headset and controlled Rocky’s body, the harder it was getting to remember her own thoughts, and Rocky’s weren’t as easily legible to her. It felt as if he was thinking about something, though, something important. Citrine couldn’t translate it, though. Male thoughts flowed differently, somehow.

But she was in control, even as her hips moved with practiced ease, plunging her borrowed wolfcock into her warm, welcoming body again and again. As long as she just stayed aware of how strong the pleasure was getting, she’d be fine. She was getting close, and while the desire – Rocky’s, probably – to just keep going and breed herself was strong, it wasn’t so strong that she couldn’t fight it. Citrine would just enjoy a few slow, deep thrusts, sliding her cock all the way into her pussy, as deep as she could, grinding against those welcoming lips and relishing, savoring the unique sensation of being just on the edge as a male. It was wonderful. No wonder all the boys love edging these days.

Citrine, then, determined to pull out, thrust in one last time, wallowing for a good few seconds in her own wet heat, enjoying the instinctive squeezing and clenching. It almost seemed like her own body was close to orgasm, too. An orgasm didn’t require any conscious mind to happen, after all.

Oh, it hurt – she really wanted to keep going – but this was it. If she didn’t pull out now, she’d end up pregnant with nobody to blame but herself. Her balls felt so engorged and swollen, her cock twitching eagerly in her depths, ready and willing to discharge the belly-swelling cargo in those heavy balls.

She pushed down against the bed and up. And that was when Citrine realized she was stuck. The knot, the fucking knot! It was sudden, blind panic that overcame her. That was what she had entirely forgotten about, the damned knot. It had swollen inside her while she’d enjoyed those last few seconds, and she was completely stuck. Trying to pull out hurt, and she couldn’t, either way, no matter how much pain she was willing to tolerate; her body’s strong inner muscles held onto her like a vice, just as eager as Rocky’s body to get her inseminated and bred.

Fuckfuckfuck!

“Rocky, what do I do?” she squeaked. The thought of removing the headset came to mind, but at least she wasn’t a man, Rocky would probably cum instantly if given control of himself. Of course, there was no reply from him, even though he most certainly was aware of the situation.

God. Dammit.

Citrine’s body clenched eagerly around her knot. It felt incredible, pulling her towards the sticky, seemingly inevitable edge of climax.

Okay, deep breaths, girl. Deep breaths. Pretend you’re at the dentist. Think of unsexy things. You can hold off until the knot goes down. It’s not that hard. Like holding back a sneeze. You can do it.

She froze, completely, bar for the throbbing of her cock, which she couldn’t will to stop any more than she could still her heart. And even those little throbbing jerks were enough to ensure that she slowly inched closer to orgasm. And then, there were the thoughts. She didn’t want to get pregnant, but she felt her borrowed body’s desire to. She felt echoes of Rocky’s mind wanting to, and the more she tried go ignore those unwanted thoughts, the more intense the desire became.

Justifications began to dawn on her. She’d already gotten this far, what was the point of resisting? Clearly, she wanted it. Would it really be that bad to just let herself cum? To fill her womb up with virile, potent wolfseed and make sure she grew fat with pups?

It’d be so easy, she realized. And it’d feel amazing. All that tension, stress, and growing anxiety would be gone in an instant.

Rocky, I swear to god, if these are your thoughts I’m going to chew your balls off when we’re back in our real bodies, she thought, grimly. And then her body clenched on her cock again, snuffing out that attempted anger.

She tried to think of unsexy things as the pleasure and pressure both grew and grew. Unsexy things like underwear, dirty underwear, worn around a musky, thick cock like the one she had buried inside herself right now, practically dripping with masculinity. No, stop! Unsexy things like… like…

Citrine’s eyes went wide as she realized she was about to cum. It felt like an unstoppable pressure somewhere in her loins, a burning pleasure-glow focused purely on her aching cock. She gave one last yank, trying in vain to pull out of her pussy, but managed only to push herself over the edge.

Just as the cum rushed up her shaft, she heard her idle body sigh happily. As if some animal subconscious in her, one the headset didn’t transfer, knew exactly what it was getting and was happy about it.

Traitor was her last thought before the first beautiful spasm of her orgasm washed that anger out, just as she had promised herself it would. All anxiety left her body with the first spurt of seed erupting out of Rocky’s cock and into her fertile, passive form.

Citrine was breeding herself. And she could only moan. But the damage was done, and her resistance crumbled. After the first powerful spurt of cum, she thrust as deep as she could, no longer trying to fight her borrowed body’s urges. She held herself there, deep inside her own receptive cunt, and came, hard, emptying her balls to the very last drop, and finally understanding exactly why men were so prone to causing accidental pregnancies. It felt beyond amazing to simply empty herself inside her, just as nature intended.

And her unconscious body squirmed too. Citrine felt it milk her shaft as a weak, dream-like orgasm echoed through both bodies. A sigh of satisfaction left her lips, the slightest curl of the corner of her mouth indicating, more than clearly, that she liked having her heat quenched by a dangerous load of cum right where it belonged, liked having her pussy and womb stuffed full of Rocky’s eager swimmers, liked the sensation of that messy load soaking deep into her.

But as for Citrine’s conscious mind, she was fully preoccupied with the feeling of cumming inside someone, and dimly, she realized that she might have to do it more often.

“Fucking… boys,” she managed to growl, before the seemingly endless climax finally faded into a fiery memory that she’d return to many times, and a tingly full-body afterglow. “And fucking knots too.”

She closed her eyes.

“I’m gonna hand back control. And if you say you saw it coming, I’m going to take it back and then walk you into the bathroom with a toaster,” she grumbled. Not that it didn’t feel amazing, but her ego was bruised and her future filled with hungry wolf pups.

Slowly, she reached out to flick the power switch on the headset, and one horrid reality-lurch later – where she was first in one position, and then the other, she was back in her own body, staring at the now black screen of the headset. She immediately pulled it off her head, and was then face to face with an awkwardly grinning Rocky, still stuck deep inside her and throbbing softly.

“Sorry, I tried to warn you by thinking really hard about my knot,” he apologized, but without that wolfish grin ever fading even an iota.

“Yeah,” Citrine grumbled. But of course, to some degree, it did feel good to have the big wolf’s shaft inside her. The mess of cum trickling past his knot and over her bed, she could’ve done without. And the impending pregnancy was… well, it made her feel all the emotions at once. “But you knew it’d happen.”

“Maybe,” Rocky giggled, a sound he only ever made if thoroughly drunk with pleasure. Which was fair enough, and watching made Citrine snort-giggle too.

“Fuck you,” she added, for good measure. “Pull out already. Show me how it’s done.”

“Oooh, yeah, that’s not gonna happen… anytime soon,” Rocky replied, his ears folding a little. “Haven’t I ever tied with you before?”

Citrine rolled her eyes, sighed, and pressed both hands against Rocky’s chest. “How long?” she asked.

“Like half an hour?” he replied, trying his hardest to sound very casual about it, and Citrine just about melted into the bed from the rich mélange of emotions that rushed through her. Then again, it was kind of a sexy sensation.

“Yeah, you know what? I think it’s time you try on that headset,” she replied. “At least you can wait out your own goddamn knot. And then clean me out too.”

Rocky sighed, but he didn’t resist as Citrine placed the XDD Vivid, registered trademark, headset over his eyes. He was, after all, pretty satisfied with how the night had gone. A bit of aftercare wouldn’t spoil that.