Corrupting a Sergirl: Two
I wrote another one! Same sergal and wolf under different circumstances :P
She thought she could make it on her own. Get a nice job, get a house away from her parents, live comfortably and save up for the next big step in her life. The sergal didn't account for the unknown expenses; a repair job on the car, extra fees she hadn't noticed when moving into the house, a parking fine she didn't have the energy to fight over. Ryder was living comfortably, for now, as her steadily declining bank account indicated that would change if nothing else did. After having relied on her parents for so long, Ryder wasn't about to fall back on them again, so instead she advertised for a roommate.
She found a timber wolf, about the same age and financial status as her. Decent job but not enough to live on his own. Handsome too, though thanks to his early morning shift she'd only see him when she got home from her own job. Without a second thought, that she perhaps should have had, Ryder approved the wolf.
Duke arrived the next day, his meagre belongings all packed into just his car. With his help, the sergal moved all of her things out of the spare room she'd been using as a computer room and built a cheap bed for him. As thanks, Duke cooked her dinner. Leaving her parents had deprived Ryder of the nice homecooked meals, and while she thought her own culinary skills were fine, the brown wolf blew her out of the water. The dish appeared simple – pasta with a creamy mushroom and garlic sauce, but the taste was divine. She was licking the plate before she realised it. Ryder blushed and awkwardly tried to deflect. Duke simply laughed and offered to cook dinner for her every day.
Life got a whole lot better after that. The rent was halved, allowing the sergal's funds to rise once more. Meals were done, thanks to the generous wolf; every night it was some new and interesting dish or an old favourite, each more delicious than the last - not an exaggeration, Duke somehow made them better and better, like he had an arsenal of secrets ingredients and was learning the sergal's weaknesses. Coming home to a hot meal prepared by a hotter wolf was quickly becoming her favourite part of the day. He always made sure to cook extra and pack her a lunch for work, and on his day's off, Duke would wake up a little before she did to prepare a hearty breakfast too.
The wolf's range was uncanny: creamy sauces, spiced and salted meats, buttery eggs, even the milk he poured seemed to make her thirsty for more. It didn't seem to matter what he put on her plate, Ryder loved gulping down every bite. Whatever the brown wolf was doing, it was working. In fact, she knew very little about how Duke prepared the meals. There could be a secret technique to go with the secret ingredients. She resolved to find out, if not to sate her curiosity then to at least help the generous canine out; Ryder might not have been on his level, but she could fetch things and clean dishes while he cooked at least.
She managed to get out of work early one day and quickly drove home to catch the wolf in the act of cooking. Ryder felt herself salivating in the car, as usual. After months of coming home to delicious meals every single working day, her body came to expect it. The sergal chuckled to herself; Duke had Pavlov'd her. The wolf hadn't done anything but be a charming gentleman in the several months he'd been living with her, so she trusted him. If Duke had any nefarious intentions, he could have easily conditioned her already, Ryder thought with a laugh. In the interest of discovering his secret ingredients and/or technique, the sergal parked on the street then snuck in through her own back door.
Sure enough, the house was filled with a tasty aroma. Spicy, salty, thick in some indescribable way that had Ryder licking her lips. She crept forth, listening to the sounds of Duke's heavy breathing and some other wet noise – perhaps he was working up a sweat stirring a load of macaroni. As the kitchen came into view, Ryder could see dry pasta, as well as empty ingredient packets for that creamy sauce she was addicted to. The very same meal Duke fed her the day he moved in! With a grin and a bit of drool, the sergal peeked around the corner and into the kitchen proper.
The brown timber wolf was naked in all his athletic glory, every tuft of soft and shaggy fur on display. He looked down into a bowl held below his waist with a malicious look on his face as he stroked himself. One of Duke's paws gripping his crimson length was not enough to encompass its girth, and it took long strokes to reach from fat knot to tapered tip. In horror, Ryder saw the ingredients for the creamy sauce in that bowl, minus the cream. As she realised he intended to feed her his cum, she could not help but let out a small gasp.
Duke's head snapped in her direction with a brief look of panic followed by lecherous grin as he realised Ryder had come early to catch him red handed. The sergal was appalled when her roommate continued jerking off during their eye-contact, and even more so when he set the bowl on the countertop and advanced toward her. She took a step back. Or at least, her mind ordered her to. Duke's musky aroma had her stunned, because his musk ignited a hunger deep in her brain. It recognised the scent, having smelled it every day since the brown wolf started living with her.
“Have you figured it out, sweet sergal?"
She shook her head in denial, because she had figured it out. The privacy he demanded when cooking. The irresistible smell that accompanied every one of the wolf's dishes. The aroma she now recognised as his sexual scent. That unique flavour she loved that seemed to be incorporated into all of his recipes. The fact that he was clearly going to make creamy mushroom and garlic sauce using his cum. And the fact that Ryder was open mouth drooling onto the floorboards at the smell of the precum gathered on Duke's tip.
“How about you take a lick of that flavour you love so much," he said, approaching her with infallible confidence as she remained frozen, just to whisper in her ear, “straight from the source~?"
“Y-you're sick Duke."
His paws clasped her shoulders as those slick sounds continued. The disgusting wolf was so close. The tip of his nose was almost touching her own. The warm and comforting scent emanating from his body made her want to push him away, yet her own body would not listen to her commands. She tried to shout, but it came out as a hungry whisper.
“You're a fucking pervert…"
“Says the one touching my dick."
Ryder glanced down. Both her paws were gliding up and down his impressive shaft, working more pre out to add to the musky aroma clouding her senses. Her eyes went wide, realising that the behaviour made her feel disgusted, hungry, and horny. Even as she willed it to stop, the sergal kept rubbing his cock up and down, coating both hands in delicious slime. Those strong paws on her shoulders pushed down, though little effort was required to make Ryder sink to her knees. Still in her casual work clothing, she knelt before her roommate's thick, musky shaft and drooled openly.
“W-what…"
“Suck it."
He pulled her closer, causing a glob of fluids to smear across the end of her nose. There was no doubt this was the smell of all the amazing homecooked meals she'd been coming home to all this time, and she believed it tasted just as good. Ryder's mind rebelled, the idea of sucking the juicy cock of a wolf that had been manipulating her absolutely abhorrent, and yet her body leaned forward to kiss the head of his doggy dick. Precum grazed her lips, and her body tingled at the promise of more. She would suck him off, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself.
“Good girl~" he whispered as her mouth closed around him. It would have been easy to bite into it, fight the wolf off, call the police. The sergal's long tongue touched the ball of pre gathered at his tip and the flavour exploded across her taste buds – this was it; there was no shadow of a doubt that Duke had been feeding her his semen with every meal, every day, and she craved more. While she coiled her tongue around his entire length and squeezed as she took him fully in her maw, Ryder's mind screamed and shattered.
It seemed so obvious now. The sergal was no stranger to the taste of cum, and all of Duke's food carried that flavour in some way, though it was masked by its addictive flavour. It was hit and miss depending on the person, but his taste was perfect. The food had always had a lingering cum taste, but that wasn't what her body wanted. It was something else. Some other factor that had conditioned her to crave his penis and his cum like a cocksucker in heat. It didn't matter.
Ryder moaned and came all over her kitchen floor, soaking her panties through as she willingly deepthroated wolf cock. Her body lived to taste his cum, and drink it down like water in a desert. It felt so good to suckle him and she struggled to wonder why, or even care. Nothing else mattered when she was kneeling before the source of her addiction, and nothing else would matter ever again while she had access to his cock. Even while actively blowing him, she wanted more. Needed more. The taste of his essence in her mouth granted her euphoria like none other.
“That's it, good girl."
She looked up at him with vacant, obedient eyes that should have been furious. The claws that should be scratching and hitting the wolf instead cradled his furred balls as they prepared her next meal. He was petting her – a master rewarding their cock-slave. Ryder would do her best to pleasure Duke if that meant any chance of tasting him. Her master smiled down at her. The sergal's conditioning was complete.
His paws clenched around her head and pulled as he began to face-fuck the sergal on his throbbing inches. He was being rough, and she loved it. The signs of the wolf's exertion meant he was close to filling her maw with his creamy treat. Ryder purred around his length, vibrating it as her flexible tongue jerked him off in her mouth. She followed his motions and massaged his balls, doing everything in her power to get a full load of the wolf's mind-altering seed. She knew it would break her. The rational fragment of her mind warned that there would be no return, and that the cliff she was climbing was about to become a drop. A burst of will pulled her off his deliciously thick cock.
It failed.
Ryder, like the good little cock-sucker she'd become, deepthroated the wolf until her lips passed around his swollen knot, locking his length down her throat. That was it. No escaping the indulgence to the addiction she'd developed. She was wet beyond belief just thinking about it. She could feel a thin puddle of her feminine arousal had pooled at her knees. Duke thrust his hips a couple more times, then snarled.
“Good girl-!"
Molten gooey seed exploded into her mouth, filling the space in only a few spurts. She felt his heavy sack twitching in her paws as it pumped more cum than she could handle. The creamy white fluid surged down her throat, out her nose, and coated her tongue, lighting her taste senses on fire. It was pure crack to an addict like her, and the moment her body drank it in from the source was the moment her mind broke. Gone was the sergal who wanted to be independent and live comfortably. She was just a cum slut for this wolf now. Her master.
Duke grasped her head, forced her to look into his eyes, then growled while she drank down his load.
“ CUM"
The horny sergal immediately juiced herself a second time, adding to the puddle seeping on his floorboards. She would do anything her master wanted. She'd quit her job to live under his desk and drink his seed all day if he asked. As his essence flowed into her, Ryder was forever corrupted by Duke's addictive cum.