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Act 3: 'V' Stands for Viennoiserie

“Junior! S-stop!"

“Heeheeheeheheheehee!"

Do you know what's annoying? Do you know what's really annoying? Working for eight – sometimes even ten hours – a day, only to come home and have to deal with your toddler son. Does that sound mean? Cruel, even? Well, you try being an adult in today's day and age!

Violet Stone was a professional woman. She graduated valedictorian at her high school, and then moved on to graduate top of her class at her university. This was in business with a minor in law, mind you. Ever since she was a young woman, she was smarter than almost everyone around her, capable of noticing things in others that most probably wouldn't. It made her invaluable to those gracious enough to have her working for them.

So why? Why is it that she always feels stymied by what's going on above her?

Some would blame it on age. She may be smart, but she was still young, being only in her late twenties. Intelligence and wisdom are two different things. Others may blame it on the fact that, quite frankly, she is a woman in a heavily male dominated business. It doesn't matter how hard she works; old customs don't change overnight.

But Violet wouldn't blame it on any of that. She'd blame it on--

“Aiden!"

“Huh? What did I do?"

Violet was a woman who was impossible to look away from. A person who exudes professionalism and stoicism, she immediately commanded the respect and adoration of everyone in a room. Whether it be her jet-black hair or her wonderful teal eyes, there was not one aspect of her that didn't draw in the eyes of others. Even her voice had this strength to it that could whip others into shape.

It all gave her a somewhat 'older than she looks' kind of air. The shape of her face didn't hurt things either. When those powerful teal eyes of hers gaze over you, with her rounded cheeks and pointed chin, you too will feel as if you were being gazed upon by a superior.

Long black hair fell from her head, having been tied back into a bun to give her some modicum of professionalism, exposing her entire forehead. She was also tall with this graceful and voluptuous build, shapely in her hips, narrow in her waist, and rather pronounced in her bust.

But that's not what she was most proud of when it came to her body. No, if there was one thing she took pride in, it was her lips. Her plump and juicy lips.

Plump and juicy lips that were currently bent in a disapproving scowl.

She stood at the entrance to her apartment, wearing business casual that looked worn on her body. Her vest was unbutton, exposing her blouse beneath, and it was hanging on her shoulders rather loosely. Her hair too was a bit messy, and her glasses were skewed. Even the way she stood was lacking power, instead appearing as if she was several minutes away from collapsing in exhaustion.

And what did she come home to see? Not a clean house, but instead her son's toys, messily scattered all over the place while said son was running around with a shirt off. And her husband – the one who should have had this all in order – was laying on the couch in nothing but sweat pants and a t-shirt.

“Heh...! Is... everything okay, Violet...?" he asked, a sheepish grin on his face.

She tilted her head at him, obviously annoyed.

“No, Aiden. No," she answered whilst closing the door behind her.

Every strong and capable woman needs a husband of equal strength and capability, right? Well... Aiden was not that.

Aiden Stone was a goofball. He had always been a goofball, and chances were keen that he'd always be a goofball. It was honestly one of the reasons why she loved him so much. He was one of a rare few people who could make Violet laugh. For someone like her – a person who even in youth was rather solemn – that was an invaluable ability to have.

To their friends, Aiden was charming and comedic; the life of whatever party wherever he was. To his wife however, he could be lazy and annoying. He was a hard worker, yes, and he had great qualities... but damn could his negative qualities be obnoxious.

And now was one of those times.

He laid on their couch, a ginger-haired man with a goatee and green eyes. With his rather lax clothing, he appeared unkempt and slovenly. Couple that with the messy state of their house and the fact that their toddler son was running around without a shirt on, and the feeling of messiness was only amplified.

“Aiden..." mumbled Violet as she loomed over her husband, “Why is Junior. still up?"

“Junior...?" he repeated as he looked over towards their son, a little boy with ginger hair like his father, “Oh! Uh... is... is really past his bedtime...?"

“It's after eight o'clock, Aiden," Violet said with a slight growl as she crossed her arms beneath her chest and tapped her foot against the floor, “You know he should be in bed by now. No three-year-old should be up and running around after eight!"

“Ah... c'mon, Violet," he replied as he sat up on the couch, “You said it yourself; he's only three. So what if he stays up a little past eight? There's nothing wrong with that!"

“Perhaps to you," Violet groaned as she dropped her arms, “But not for me. Junior needs his beauty sleep. I'd rather like it if he didn't sleep his way through daycare," she then sighed as her body slumped over slightly, “So please... could you put Junior to bed while I take a shower? I'm too tired for this..."

Slowly, Aiden stood up from the couch, while Violet continued looking down in a slumped and nearly defeated position. That is until her husband reached over, where he placed his hand on her cheek. Gently stroking his finger up, he clutched the side of her cheek, before using his thumb to push her glasses on his face, resetting them. His touch guided her to look up at him with her teal eyes, where she saw a warm smile sit on his face.

“Then go ahead and take a shower," he said as his head tilted to the side, “I know how exhausting your job can be, and I'm sorry for leaving the house in this state while you were gone. When I got home from work with Aiden, I just laid my head down on the couch and before I knew it I was sleeping the hours away."

“Haaah..."

Ah... that's it... that's really why she loved him so much. It wasn't just the jokes he told, but it was how kindhearted he could be. The tone in his voice, how he took responsibility for his actions, and how he aimed to make things right; that's why Aiden was so great. He made mistakes, yes, but he always aimed to rectify them.

So Violet looked back at him, a smile adorning her cheeks.

“Thank you, Aiden," she said whilst pulling away, her teal eyes briefly glancing away, “I'll hold you to it."

“Go ahead! Take as long in the shower as you can!" said her husband as he placed his hand on her shoulder, “And maybe..." he then tilted his head, “I could join you later?"

She glared back at him.

“Don't push your luck."

He laughed as if she told a joke, while she rolled her eyes and stepped back. Retreating to their bedroom, she stepped over a variety of their son's discarded toys, walking over them with practiced movements. This mess was familiar to her, much to her chagrin. No matter how many times she begged her husband to clean up after their son, he seemed keen on doing what he always did.

Fall asleep on the couch.

Violet wasn't trying to be rude. Truth be told, she understood why he was the way he was. They both were hard workers, with jobs that demanded a lot of them. She worked as a businesswoman in one of Document City's high tier businesses, crunching numbers, making deals, and slowly climbing up the ranks. Aiden on the other hand had a job at a factory creating things like car parts. They both woke up rather early in the day to head out to their jobs, though Violet tended to work longer than her husband did. Regardless, it left them both drained.

Such was life when living in Document City. While there were a plethora of affordable apartments, they weren't really conducive to young adults trying to start families. Even this apartment here felt too small for two adults and their toddler son.

Sigh...

But this wasn't the first time such thoughts have invaded Violet's mind.

As she walked into her bedroom, she took her time removing the clothes from her body. Her vest went first, followed by her miniskirt and then her shoes as she kicked them off. Wearing only her stockings and blouse, she entered her bathroom, turning on its lights as she walked towards the shower stall and twisted its knob. As hot water began to fill the basin, she stepped back and started removing the rest of her clothes, while her teal eyes looked at herself in the mirror.

Inch by inch, article after article, Violet removed the clothes she was wearing. Gone was her blouse, followed by her stockings, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Looking up at the mirror, she gazed into her reflection as she removed her glasses and pulled out the string that kept her hair in a bun, allowing it to drop with a 'Fwump.'

Long black hair cascaded down her back, coaxing her to stroke her fingers through it as her teal eyes looked over at the shower once more. Outwardly, she projected an air of sensual professionalism. Her stance was strong, while her body was so... curvy. The peach shape of her hips, the narrow width of her waist, the heft of her bosom; Violet had a body that other women her age would kill to have.

But, again, that's how she felt outside. On the inside, she felt... something else.

For a brief moment, Violet's face shifted into a look of displeasure as she started removing her bra. It 'Clipped!' off then fell to the floor, revealing her chest in full to her reflection. She then pulled off her panties, dropping them to the ground along with her brassiere.

Violet was beautiful. There was nothing more or less that needed to be said. But as she stared at her reflection, she felt... off. It coaxed her to embrace herself while her stance grew vulnerable. She even sighed, further feeling this sense of... disappointment. Something felt odd, and she couldn't explain what it was.

Huh... the water was going to get cold. She couldn't stand here all day.

…

“Wh-what?"

“You heard me, Violet. They need me down at the factory."

Saturday! It was a special day for the both of them. Why? Because it was one of a few days where the two could actually be together. Yes, they were blessed with having Saturday's off on their jobs! Assuming of course their jobs didn't call them in for a variety of reasons.

And it would appear this Saturday would be one of those reasons.

Sitting on the stool before her vanity mirror, Violet's brush was streaking through her shimmering black hair, while her teal eyes were wide and she wore a face of shock. Turning around on the stool, she faced her husband, who stood behind her with this sheepish look on his face. He couldn't even bring himself to look her in the eyes, and for good reason.

“B-but Aiden," she said as she stood up from the stool, “We planned this date two weeks ago! We can't just... not go! We called our babysitter and everything! Sh-she's on the way here right now!"

“I know, I know," he said whilst scratching the back of his head in a shamefaced manner, “But I also can't say no to my job. They need me to oversee the construction floor since Norm couldn't make it today."

“Urgh...! Hgghh!"

Closing her eyes and slamming her foot down, Violet looked to the side with her teeth grit. Again, random calls from their jobs weren't new to them, and she knew just saying 'no' would only reflect poorly on her husband's record.

However...

Violet was also smart enough to know that his job didn't really work like that.

They didn't just call randomly, they typically warned early in the week that they'd have to work on the weekend. That meant Aiden probably knew by as early as Tuesday that he'd have to work on Saturday... and just didn't tell her.

Her husband could be a charming and affable man... but damn was he averse to confrontation. If he could avoid it, he would, usually putting things off to the last possible moment. And this was one of those moments.

Glaring at him, Violet caused Aiden to grow still like a statue. She then raised her finger, pointing it at him in a threatening manner... only to drop her hand and sigh. She was annoyed, frustrated, and angry... but she also knew that she couldn't convince him to stay.

“I... I'm so disappointed with you, Aiden," Violet growled, telling him in no uncertain words that she was aware of his cowardly deception.

“H-hey! Don't get too aggravated," he said defensively as he placed his hands on her shoulders, “Look, Violet, I'm sorry, really I am. But... that doesn't mean you have to suffer because of this! Just... go ahead! You said it yourself, we planned for this date two weeks ago, and the babysitter's already on her way, so..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Why don't you just head out? You were so tense yesterday after work, you could use the time to unwind."

“What? You just... expect me to head out by myself?" Violet replied... to which her husband nodded.

“Yeah! Why not?" he asked, “You can even call one of your friends to go hang out. I bet you'd have fun!"

“Rrrgh... Aiden..." Violet growled... before blushing and looking off to the side, “You... you know I don't really have any friends."

“Then why don't you head out to a club or something? Like..." he paused for a moment, taking a thoughtful pose, “Oh! I know! I've heard of this place downtown called Hill Top Hops! It's, like, some pub that a guy at my job talks about often. Apparently it has really good food, and great music. So..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Why don't you head there?"

Violet looked at him, her head tilted to the side in confusion. A club? He wanted her to go to a club? He did know this was his wife he was talking to, right? Violet doesn't do clubs! Violet doesn't really do much of anything, really! Clubs were more his speed; he was the one who liked to mingle with a lot of different people.

“I am not going to a club, Aiden..." she growled, causing him to chuckle.

“Well... heh heh... I don't want you sitting around at home doing nothing," he replied, “And, no, going grocery shopping and running errands doesn't count. Violet..." he tilted his head, “You're working so hard for our family, and I appreciate that. And if Junior knew more than ten words, I'm sure he'd tell you how much he appreciates it too."

Violet opened her mouth to say something to him... only to sigh and gaze to the side. While she didn't like the idea of going out on her own, Aiden did have a point. She deserved to have a night of fun, whether it be with him or by herself. All of her days were spent either focusing on work, focusing on her family, or focusing on errands and bills. Somewhere in that mess, she needed to have some time to herself.

But, really? By herself? She couldn't even come up with something she wanted to do by herself. Besides, they had planned on spending some time with one another, not alone. She wasn't doing up her hair for the hell of it; she was doing it for him! She had so many things planned for their date, so many fun things.

Would he even get the chance to see the clothes she bought for him? Could she even mount the courage to wear it again?

Hm...

“Violet...?" said Aiden, snapping her from his thoughts, “Is everything okay?"

“Everything is..." she mumbled back, before taking in a deep breath, “I'm fine, Aiden. Honestly..." her eyes glared at him, “But I am very angry with you," reaching up, she grabbed his shirt, clinching it tight and pulling him close, “Don't think I will forget this any time soon! I'll make sure you pay for this!"

“Heh heh...! I-I know," he said sheepishly as sweat oozed down the side of his head, “And... heh...! I promise, I'll accept whatever 'punishment' you have planned. But for today, have fun, Violet. I don't want you sitting around doing nothing, or just looking after Junior by yourself..."

The idea of going out by herself was honestly a bit daunting. Document City was a big place with many opportunities to unwind... but she couldn't think of anything that appealed to her. She could go to a restaurant, but eating by herself felt sad. She could go to the park, but walking around by herself wasn't fun either. And, sure, she could go to the club, but they were too busy and too loud for someone like her.

There had to be something fun she could do by herself.

Beep-Beep-Beep! Beep-Beep-Beep!

Violet and Aiden turned, the both of them facing their bed. Resting on it was his phone, beeping as he had received a message. It was his alarm.

“I gotta go, Violet," said Aiden as he pulled away, while his wife crossed her arms and sighed.

“Yes. I know," she said, “Just... hah... drive safely, Aiden."

He faced her, giving his wife this cheeky grin that could light up a room as he walked out through the door. Violet lingered behind, not following as she instead crossed her arms. Giving another annoyed huff, she felt the need to shout at Aiden for what he had done... but refrained from doing so. It's not like it would do much outside of making the air around them awkward.

Instead she turned, facing herself in the mirror once again as she listened to the sound of Aiden leaving their home. Violet could feel her stomach turn, both with frustration at her husband's actions, and with her own state. Even though she said she was fine, she was lying. She just didn't know what to do.

“Haah... dammit, Aiden..." she mumbled, feeling like her husband had put her into a disadvantageous position, “I'll just... go and... hm..."

She didn't finish her sentence, instead turning to face her closet. It was neatly packed inside with her and her husband's clothes having been squared away so that they could easily grab what was needed. Reaching deeper, Violet clawed at the side to grab a black plastic bag with the name 'Cleopatra's Riddle' written on it in golden lettering.

Cleopatra's Riddle was a high-end apparel brand, one with stores all over the world. During their recent trip to the mall, Violet bought a new outfit from the clothes shop, one that was contained within this package here.

She had hoped to put it on for Aiden; a little something saucy for their date, one that would lead to a night of fun and passion. Instead, she was looking at the package, all alone in her bedroom with a face of annoyance.

“Tch... you're driving me up a wall, Aiden," Violet grumbled as she stood up.

Walking over towards her bed, she looked at the package, wondering what she should do with it. This was for her husband, but who knows the next time they'd be able to plan for a date of this length. Their babysitter wasn't always available, making trips like this difficult. And it's not like she could just wear it randomly one day; that would be out of place!

Hmm...

Ya'know what? Fuck it. She bought this outfit, and dammit, she was going to wear it! If Aiden didn't get the chance to see her in it, then so be it! There's always chances in the future! But right now? Right now!?

Right now...

Right now, Violet needed this.

Turning to face herself in the mirror, she stared into her reflection, feeling so... small. It was difficult to explain what she felt or how she felt it, she just knew it was there. There was this nagging feeling that, deep down inside, she wasn't beautiful. That in reality, she was bland.

In reality, Violet Stone is boring.

No. No, she wouldn't let that be her fate! Sure, she didn't have much in the way of hobbies, she focused on her job a little too much, and she couldn't really tell you what her favorite movie was, but that didn't mean she was boring! She just didn't understand what made the flashier aspects of life so fun.

Well, no more! She was going to show them! Uh... whoever 'them' were. She was going to show all of them – show the world – that Violet Stone is not boring! Violet Stone can be adventurous, and cool, and vibrant, and vivacious, and sexy dammit!

Even if Aiden didn't get to see it personally!

“Huff! Then it's decided then," Violet said to herself as she looked down to the package in her arms, “I'll... I'll do it! I'll go out, and I'll have fun! I'll have a lot of fun! I will prove it!" she then paused and looked down, “That place's name... what was it again?"

…

Hill Top Hops? Yes, that's it. That's where I'll go.

She almost immediately wished she did not go.

Hill Top Hops was a nightclub. It wasn't even a small nightclub. It was a sprawling complex, one that was two stories high. A first floor hung above where there were various tables around and a bar to the corner. The bottom floor was almost entirely occupied by the club's dance floor; a massive flat where there were dozens of people currently dancing in this maddening hodgepodge of bodies. Human and beastkin alike gleefully ground up against one another, with dark lights glittering through the atmosphere, and a DJ playing on the stage.

And in the middle of it all, standing near the entrance with her eyes wide and face blank, was Violet.

There's a lot of things that can be said about her as she stood there. She knew what clubs were, having experienced them through movies and television, but there's a difference between seeing an exaggerated portrayal in a film, and experiencing it in real life. The number of people alone was almost enough to make her shrink away like a mouse! But for them to be so... personal with one another? That was even crazier!

Violet didn't want to say it was indecent... but she couldn't help but to feel she was out of place.

Not that anyone else considered her 'out of place'.

Gone was the attire Violet was used to wearing. No business formal, nor business casual, or even something simple like a sundress. Replacing it was something like... this. Something... wild.

On Violet's chest she wore a black top with silver highlights. A black crop top to be exact. It hung off of her chest, and didn't even bother to come down to cover her navel. That narrow waistline she had honed through many days of self care was on full display... and that's not all. The crop top she wore was off the shoulders, exposing their curvature... while also flaunting her cleavage. Yeah, not only was it a crop top, and not only was it off the shoulders, but it was also low hanging as well, exposing the tops of her shapely bosom.

On her legs was a pair of black leather shorts. They hugged Violet's hips tight, showing off the peach-shape of her hips and thighs, and the curvature of her butt. They also – much like her shirt – didn't come down far enough to cover her thighs and splendorous legs. She was however wearing a pair of socks that extended beyond her knees, and clinched just a bit on her thighs.

And to tie it all together, wrapped around Violet's neck was a black choker with a silver heart hanging off of it.

But it wasn't just Violet's clothes that had undergone a startling transformation. The long black hair she typically kept up in a no-nonsense bun had been allowed to freely fall on her back in an extravagant hairdo. All throughout her hair it was curly and bouncy, having this fun, youthful energy to her. And at the front, her hair fell in this thick bang over the left side of her face, nearly obscuring one of her teal eyes.

As she stood there completely still like a statue, she was passed by without a second thought by other patrons of the club. Her clothing was extravagant and lavish; the type of outfit one would expect to see on a goth girl, not a twenty-something year old office lady!

But they didn't know she worked in an office, did they? They either saw her as another partygoer... or they didn't see her at all.

She certainly lacked the energy of someone who wanted to be here...

Prodding her fingers together, Violet looked left and right, wondering why she was here at all. While she told herself at home that she would come to this club and have fun, she realized upon standing here that she'd have more fun being literally anywhere else! The club was just as frantic as she feared it would be! How was she even supposed to hear herself think with that music blaring, and the thousands of conversations going on at the moment!?

Ugh! What she needed was a drink; just a quick something to settle her nerves... less she jump out of her own skin!

Timidly, Violet walked over towards the bar in the distance, where sitting on its stools, side by side, were various partygoers. From huge beastkin to humans shorter than her, they all gathered at the bar, laughing, talking and drinking. After waiting for a spot to present itself, she quickly rushed up to the stool, sitting on it as she rested her hands on the bar counter's surface.

Oh! Why oh why did she come here? The longer she spent in this club, the more and more she realized how out of place she was! Who even were all these people? There could be creeps around!

“Ma'am?"

“AH!?"

Violet jolted upright and looked forward. In front of her was a hawk, one who was tall and burly, with a dark-gray plumage, and an indifferent look in his eyes. He looked down upon her with this curious gaze, while she took a few moments to settle her nerves.

“S-sorry," Violet apologized, to which the hawk shrugged his shoulders.

“Lookin' for a drink, ma'am?" he asked, paying her sudden outburst no mind.

“Y-yes," she said as she palmed her head, “I'd like a drink. Um..." she tilted her head at him, “Do you have anything... easy? I admit, I'm not much of an alcohol drinker myself. I just want something to help... settle my nerves."

“Gotcha," said the hawk, “Something to settle the nerves coming right up."

Turning around, the hawk faced the mixing machine behind him as he gathered a few drinks from off a nearby shelf. Violet watched him out of the corner of her eye... but in reality, she was more conflicted over her surroundings. Whatever courage she had mounted up to even step foot in this club had long since left. She was just going to get this drink, pay for it, and then go home.

Yeeeeaaaaah.

“Hey. Is this seat taken?" asked a voice from behind.

Violet sighed.

“No. It's not."

She remained focused on the hawk in front of her, not even paying attention to the person who spoke to her. Even the sound of them sitting next to her failed to recognize in Violet's head. That is until – out the corner of her eye – she got a hint of the color red.

Violet looked over, where her eyes fell on a wolf... a wolfess.

Sitting on the next stool over wasn't a woman or even a normal wolfess, but instead this stunning, statuesque, amazonian beauty. She loomed not only over Violet, but also over almost everyone else in this club. Her skin tone was of the darker complexion, while her hair was this vibrant crimson shade that shimmered even in the darker light of this club.

Her figure was powerful yet graceful. There was a reason why the word 'amazonian' came to mind when one would look at her. She had this athletic figure with curvy yet wide hips, a trim waistline, and this buxom bosom. Then there was the toned legs that looked to be sculpted from marble, the powerful arms that appeared strong enough to bend steel, and even abs on her stomach which she gleefully sported with her light attire.

Ah, yes, that attire. Violet thought she was being bold wearing what she was wearing, but this wolfess appeared to have her beat! On her chest was this nearly skin-tight, turtleneck top, one that had a cut out in the middle to flaunt her busty cleavage. It too bore the toned midriff, being cut even shorter than Violet's own crop top!

And her shorts! They were black too like Violet's, but – once again – appeared even shorter. Like a pair of dolphin shorts, they hugged the wolfess' hips and legs, while flaunting her toned thighs. At least Violet had thigh-high socks on; the wolfess didn't even have that! And... wait... was that the waistband of her panties visibly hugging the curves of her hips? They were so skinny! What was it? A thong?

She exuded the air of many of the other people around Violet, being that of a partygoer who was enjoying her time out here. Unlike the woman next to her, the wolfess was strong and confident; not at all bothered by the loud music or the large number of people around her.

But, whatever. Violet's gaze looked forward as the hawk bartender returned with her drink in hand. It was a small cup containing a red drink inside, something sweet and flavorful, but with a touch of alcohol to it. Not being an avid drinker like her husband, Violet didn't know what this drink was... nor did she really care.

“Hey, Igor," said the wolfess next to her, “Get me a Sex on the Beach, will ya?"

Sex on the... what?

Violet looked over towards the redhead, shooting her a confused gaze as if she had grown a second head. The words that left her lips were utterly bizarre! And yet... no one else seemed to care. The other bargoers didn't seem to notice, and Igor didn't have any strong reaction, he just went about mixing a drink.

For several moments too long, Violet looked at this wolfess, trying hard to figure out what this 'Sex on the Beach' was. It didn't take long for her mindless gazing to finally be noticed.

The wolfess' eyes slid over, falling on the gaping maw of shock that sat on Violet's face. Smirking, she leaned over on her fist and tilted her head, while her green eyes slid into a soft glare towards the stunned woman.

“Something wrong, cutie?" she asked, her tone cool and relaxed.

“I...!" Violet mumbled back.

Averting her eyes, she looked away from the wolfess to instead gaze at the shelf of drinks in front of her as an intense red blush appeared on her cheeks. Oh, what was her problem? Why did she look at that wolfess so hard? That just made her look like an idiot at best, and a creepy pervert at worst! Besides, who even cares what this 'Sex on a Beach' is? It's probably just some drink; they are in a bar!

Violet's thoughts were confirmed when the bartender – his name being Igor, apparently – returned with a drink in hand. It was something orange and pink, with ice cubes in it, and a slice of orange added to it for garnish.

“Here you go, Lucretia," said the hawk as he placed her cup on a coaster, “Sex on the Beach, just how you like it," he looked up, “I'll be sure to tell Derek that your hot wings have run out. He'll get ya a refill."

“Thanks Igor. You're the best."

The hawk huffed in response before turning away to help another guest, leaving Violet and this wolfess alone. Slowly turning her head, she watched as the redhead tipped the drink to her lips, where she took a sip of her flavorful beverage.

There was something... cool about the wolfess. It wasn't just in how she looked, but even in the way she moved. The casual act of merely drinking a cup had this... effervescence to it, one that was impossible to gaze away from. This was only amplified by the fact that she appeared to be glowing. A thin layer of sweat oozed down the wolfess' body, causing her to slightly shimmer in the dark lights of the club. Was she dancing recently?

The wolfess appeared to be unaware of her near endless staring. That is, until she opened one of her eyes. Gazing at the star-struck woman next to her out of the corner of her eye, a smirk appeared on the lips of the redhead. Her head tipping back further, the wolfess purposefully began to down more of her drink while at the same time flaunting her body. She pushed out her busty bosom, almost threatening to make it rip through her spandex top! It certainly caused Violet's eyes to widen.

“Aaah!"

Clank!

Placing her cup down with a smile on her face, the wolfess looked over towards Violet, who looked back up at her with her mouth agape.

“You know, your drink's getting warm, cutie," said the wolfess, again causing Violet to jolt in place.

She looked away from the redhead, her cheeks a furious red as she stared down to the equally red drink in front of her. While her mind was racing a mile a minute – all of which being concerned with the red wolfess beside her – Violet quickly reached down and swiped her cup from off the bar counter. Bringing it to her lips, she tipped her head back and--

“Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

Oh... it was fruity. Tasted like strawberries to be exact. Drinking it down helped to settle Violet's nerves, making her rattling fingers calm to a halt. That is until her teal eyes glanced over one more time. She was like a moth drawn to a bug zapper. No matter how dangerous that bug zapper was, she just couldn't ignore the bright light it gave off. And the wolfess beside her? She was the brightest light of them all.

She looked back at her. Those verdant eyes of hers were shimmering, and the smirk on her lips was magnetizing. There was something about this wolfess that was impossible to stare away from. Be it her vibrant red hair that captured the radiance of the setting sun, her wonderful verdant eyes that were greener than fields in spring, or her stunning amazonian body that looked strong enough to move mountains. Gazing up at her was like gazing at a titan... an idol.

“Nice to meet you," said the wolfess as she extended a hand, “The name's Lucretia. Lucretia Salem. Mind me asking what's yours?"

“I...!" Violet stammered back.

The wolfess was being so forward, it caused Violet to scramble. Looking left and right, she mentally thought out her next course of action... only to suck in air and take a deep breath. She was out of her comfort zone even more now than before... but there was something admittedly thrilling about it. This heart-pounding in her chest pumped blood and adrenaline throughout her body, causing her to do something she'd never normally do.

She spoke back.

“My name is Violet," she answered, “Violet Stone."

“Violet Stone...?" said the wolfess – Lucretia – as she smiled and nodded, “Yup... that's a pretty name," she tilted her head, “You appear a bit out of your depth, cutie. Is everything okay?"

“Out of... my depth...?" Violet repeated, before realization dawned on her, “Oh! You mean..." she looked around, “Do I really look that out of place?"

“Weeeeell... not really," Lucretia answered, “Your clothes really sell it. You look really cute in those shorts and your chest too? Heh heh! There's a buncha guys who can't take their eyes off of you!"

“R-really?"

“Yeah. But.." she leaned in, “Your face really doesn't look like the face of someone who wants to be here. You look like you'd rather be anywhere else but at this club."

“Is it... really that obvious...?" Violet mumbled as she palmed the side of her head.

“Let me guess..." said Lucretia as she took a thoughtful pose, “Your husband put you up to this? He asked you to come out here to the club with him? Am I right?"

“M-my husband...?" Violet repeated as she looked at the wolfess, her eyes wide, “H-how did you know I was married?"

Lucretia didn't answer, at least, not verbally. Instead she raised her left hand and pointed at her ring finger. Confused, Violet looked down towards her left hand and stared at her ring finger... where she saw her wedding ring look back at her. It was a modest band, one made of silver, and lacking a diamond of any kind. It was no less important to her however.

“I kinda noticed that on you," said Lucretia, “It's not often married people come into this club, at least, ones who proudly wear their wedding rings on their fingers."

“Oh... huh... you saw this...?" mumbled Violet as she gripped her wedding ring, fiddling with it briefly, “Y-yes, I'm married, but..." she shook her head, “No, my husband's not here. He's at work, actually. We had planned to go on a date together, but his job called him in, so..." she shrugged her shoulders, “I'm here alone."

“Really? Alone...?" said Lucretia, “You decided to just... go out, even without your husband?"

“It was his idea," Violet answered as she took a tepid sip of her drink, “He wanted me to go out, even if it's by myself. I've been working hard these past few weeks, so he thought it would be a good idea if I took time to unwind."

“And your idea was to come to a club? Alone?" asked Lucretia, to which Violet shrugged her shoulders.

“L-like I said, it was his idea," she mumbled, her cheeks turning red, “He said I should come to a club, even offered that I come to Hill Top Hops," she shook her head, “I don't know why. He's the one who likes clubs and bars and stuff, I don't. Sometimes... sometimes..." closing her eyes, Violet deflated before whispering, “Sometimes I wonder if he even knows me..."

It was low. Very low. So low that the loud music easily drowned it out. And yet – somehow – Lucretia heard her.

When Violet opened her eyes and looked at the wolfess, she saw that smile on her face once again. There was something about it that was... ensnaring. The glow of her eyes, curl of her lips, the fang she saw emerging from within; Violet couldn't look away.

“Well... your husband's not here... but that doesn't mean you shouldn't enjoy yourself," Lucretia said, “In fact, I agree with him! If you've been working hard these past few weeks, then you deserve to relax and unwind!"

“I...! Haah... I appreciate your enthusiasm, but..." she looked down, “This club just isn't for me. It's all so crowded, and the music's loud and..." she looked to the side, “I honestly feel uncomfortable..."

“Well..." Lucretia said as she leaned on her fist, “Is there a way that I can help you?"

“I...?"

Violet looked at Lucretia, confused and even slightly alarmed by how forthcoming she was being. An amicable air flowed from the wolfess, one that made her approachable, but Violet remained guarded. Quite frankly, she had no idea who Lucretia was. Why was she being so close? Was this normal in clubs?

Thinking back on her husband's experiences... she'd say yes. Practically half of Aiden's friends were guys he met at bars throughout his life, and some of those friends he was incredibly close to! It may be odd to a person like Violet, but that didn't make it wrong.

“I'm just..." she mumbled, “I don't get it. How do people get used to this kind of stuff? All this noise and... how many people are around."

“Well... heh... you're doing a good job right now," Lucretia answered as she pointed at the drink in Violet's hand, “You can keep drinking, that'll help you relax. 'Course, that'll lead to you getting drunk, and I doubt you want to do that."

“D-drunk...?" said Violet as her face blanked, “I...! I didn't even consider that!"

“Calm down! Calm down!" the wolfess laughed, “I'm only teasing you, promise! Just..." she then leaned in, “How about this? Why don't we just keep talking? That should help relax you. Doesn't it feel like it's just the two of us here?"

“Um... w-well... I... I suppose..."

“Yeah! Heh! That's it! So..." Lucretia tilted her head, “Ask me a question. Any question. I'll answer it!"

“Uh... a-any question?"

“Yup! Any question!"

“Uhh... okaaay..."

Violet paused for a moment, wondering what she could ask Lucretia. She just met this wolfess, and outside of her name, she knew nothing of her! There were a thousand things she could ask... and yet... not really much she wanted to ask.

Meeting new people is hard...

Slowly, Violet's teal eyes ran along Lucretia's body. She was hoping looking along the wolfess would help her come up with a question to ask. Instead, she found herself scanning her almost too closely. Her eyes traced upon the amazonian physique the wolfess had, traveling along her shoulders and arms... and then down towards that bust of hers.

That top Lucretia wore... not only was it sleeveless to expose her burly arms, but there was a window cut in the center of it to flaunt her busty cleavage. Up and down it would rise and lower as she took soft breaths, and making matters worse, the film of sweat that covered the wolfess' body meant that her breasts were glowing too.

Sinful sweat was even oozing down into the crevice between her breasts...

“Cutie...?" said Lucretia, making Violet gawk and look away.

“S-sorry!?" she apologized, before taking a heavy gulp of her drink, “Ghnn! A-any question, r-right? W-well, I have a question! Um... uh... are... are you alone? Or... do you... l-like... have a boyfriend here with you or something?"

“Alone? A boyfriend? Hah hah hah!"

Lucretia's laugh had this odd affect on Violet. At one moment, she felt calm and relaxed. The wolfess had this boisterous kind of laugh that had this soothing effect to it, which was odd. But on the other hand, Lucretia's laugh also made her feel embarrassed. Was she laughing at her, or with her?

“No, cutie," she said as her laughter died, “Or... well... yes, and no. Yes to me being here alone, and no to me having a boyfriend," she then leaned in, her eyes growing sharp as she gave Violet a seductive smile, “Quite the pointed question, Mrs. Stone. Are you... coming on to me?"

“What? WHAT!?"

Violet's face turned pale at the accusation... and Lucretia laughed. The eyes of the wolfess closed shut as she tipped her head to the ceiling, laughing so loud and so hardily that you'd swear she was a sailor. All the while, Violet sat there, looking up to her in complete shock... before slowly returning to reality.

It was a joke. An adulterous joke... but a joke nonetheless.

Now more than ever, Violet's cheeks were an incredible red as she shrunk down. She felt like a mouse before the wolfess, no, she felt even smaller than that. She was so embarrassed, that she wanted to fade away completely.

But Lucretia's laughter simmered down, coming to an end as she gave a sigh. Then the wolfess turned to face Violet, where that once seductive smirk she wore on her lips became this more charming and beaming smile.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you," Lucretia apologized, “I was just teasing! Honest!" she then tilted her head to the side as her smile faded, though it was no less charming, “No, Violet. I don't have a boyfriend. And, yes, I'm here alone. Actually... do you wanna get in on a little secret?"

“A... secret...?" she asked whilst leaning in.

“Yeah, a secret!" said the wolfess, “In reality, I actually don't quite like clubs that much. I'm a lot like you. It's too loud and too busy."

“R... really?" Violet mumbled as she gave Lucretia an incredulous gaze, “Then... why are you here alone if you don't like bars?"

“Because of this," said Igor, followed by a--

Clank!

Suddenly appearing before Lucretia and Violet was a plate. A plate with a small mound of hot wings resting on it. Upon its arrival, the wolfess' green eyes glowed and her tail sprung up, wagging from side to side as she eyed up her meal.

“This place has amazing hot wings," Lucretia explained, “And I love hot wings!"

Sitting there, Violet watched as the wolfess did what wolves do best: ravenously tear through food like a hot knife through butter. Her teeth ripped through meat, her claws squeezed her meal without a hint of letting go, and Violet had no doubts that she had a jaw strength strong enough to snap bones in twain with a simple--

CHOMP!

Putting it lightly, nothing could escape Lucretia!

Violet's head tilted to the side as she watched the wolfess eat. It was wild and frantic as befitting of a wolf like her... but there was also something oddly mesmerizing about it. Not the eating itself; she was just eating. No, it was the power she showed when eating.

Lucretia's fangs were sharp, her claws deadly, the pressure of her jaw rivaled only by machines. If she got her hands on something, nothing could escape her grasp. And if she set her eyes on something, nothing would be able to outrun her.

Lucretia wasn't just some girl in a club, nor was she just a wolf. Lucretia was a predator. A powerful machine made of flesh, one whose purpose was simple: capture whatever it is that's placed before her, and never let it go.

It didn't take long for that powerful wolfess of muscles and teeth to come to a stop. Her plate was practically empty, and even her beverage had been reduced to nothing but ice. Reaching over for a nearby napkin, she cleaned off her fingers and claws, as well as brushing away the spicy sauce that stained her lips. Lucretia didn't just eat fast, she cleaned up just as quickly. It was all so practiced, like she did this often.

“Haah... much better," said the wolfess as she smiled, “Hey, Igor!"

“Yup?" answered the bartender.

“Here, let me pay for my drink and wings. And... I'll pay for the drink of this little cutie besides me as well."

“C-cutie...?" Violet whispered.

“Gotcha."

Violet's teal eyes widened. Lucretia had been calling her 'cutie' all throughout their conversation, hadn't she? So why hadn't she noticed it before? It's like her mind ignored it up until now. And now she was sitting here, face to face with the wolfess as her green eyes looked at her, and her lips laid in this coy smirk.

What did Lucretia joke about before? That Violet was coming on to her? It was around this time that Violet realized the opposite was true: Lucretia was coming on to her!

Oh! Oh dear! Oh my! Wh-what does she do in this situation!? There's no rules for something like this! What does a person do when a strong wolfess is flirting with them!? W-wait! She's a girl! And she's married! Lucretia couldn't possibly be trying to come on to her, r-right!? There were, like, boundaries she was crossing!

“Cutie?"

“Eeeeep!" Violet squealed, before calming down, “Y-yes, Lucretia?"

“Heh heh... would you like to dance?"

Oh heavens, she was coming onto her!

The answer was simple: No. That's all Violet needed to say. As amiable as Lucretia had been so far, if she said no, she knew the wolfess would acquiesce. All she needed to do was say 'no'. All she needed to do was say 'no'. All she needed to do was say 'no'.

All she needed to do was say 'no'.

Violet turned, facing the counter in front of her and the drink Igor served her before. Grabbing it, she placed it to her lips, and drank the last bits of the fruity beverage down. Nothing was left, save for the ice and strawberry garnishes left within.

“Okay."

Afterwards, Violet would make a number of excuses to justify her decision. Perhaps she'd say she was a little bit buzzed after her one drink of alcohol. Or maybe she'd say she just got swept up in the rush of the club. Both were weak reasons, honestly. She knew this wolfess was flirting with her, and yet she willingly decided to indulge in a dance. It was bad, yes... but it was also thrilling.

Violet had always been by the books, always been bland. She studied hard through high school and university, and worked hard at her job. She was also a beloved mother and a darling wife. Honestly, some would say that her life was rather boring because of this. She didn't stand out from the ordinary, and could easily blend in with the background.

Well... would a boring, bland, by the books woman like her do something as dangerous and as naughty as this? She didn't think so.

Reaching up her hand, Violet grabbed upon Lucretia's, to which the wolfess smiled. With a gentle pull, she began tugging the woman along with her, guiding her away from the bar counter. Violet's feet were unsteady, stumbling as if in a trance-like state. She was completely locked on Lucretia's green eyes, and could look nowhere else.

No. What was she doing? She needed to stop. She needed to go home.

That's what one side of her said. The other side however...

There's nothing wrong. It's just a dance. It's just for fun. Besides, this was Aiden's idea.

Lucretia – still giving that siren's smile – led Violet along to the dance floor. The music was louder here as they got closer to its source, and there were even more people than there had been at the bar counter. Violet felt bodies bump into her, knocking her left and right, all while the wolfess kept leading her inside.

Deeper... deeper... deeeeepppeeeeer...

Finally they stopped in a small clearing. Just a spot large enough for the both of them to stand and dance within, without being rather obvious either. They were just another pair among dozens of other pairs, with no one seeing them as being out of the ordinary.

Violet paused for a moment, her mind struggling to figure out what she should do now. She knew how to dance, but there's a difference between dancing with her husband at some social event, and dancing with this tall wolfess in the middle of a club!

Ah, yes, that height. Lucretia was the tallest woman Violet had ever met. Scratch that; Lucretia was the tallest person she had ever met. The wolfess stood well over six feet tall, and was only matched by other tall, burly types. She was twice as daunting now as she had been when they were just sitting at the bar counter!

Violet thought herself as being tall, but now she knew what real height was.

“Are you okay?" asked Lucretia as she began to step in beat with the music playing, “You're not frightened, are you?"

“A... a little..." Violet answered as she remained still, “I... I've never... it's... it's been a while since I've danced and..." she looked around, “I've never danced in a club... a-and not with another woman."

“Heh... it's no different from dancing with your husband! Hah hah! I promise! I won't do anything you don't want me to. However..." she leaned in, her green eyes glowing as her lips shifted into this coy and sensual smirk, “I may get a little bold with you, I admit."

She was flirting again! She was making her intentions known! More and more, Violet's mind screamed at her, telling her to pull away! There's a difference between skirting the line of danger, and outright doing something dangerous! And this was certainly dangerous!

Lucretia's hips began to move and sway with the music as she stepped closer, causing Violet to stymie in place. The wolfess' body moved in a manner both energetic and erotic, swinging left and right. Next came the footsteps, which stomped and marched in tune with the beat. Again, Violet froze outright, gawking at the wolfess as she started dancing around her.

Lucretia wasn't just a powerful predator, but she was a devious dancer as well. Her hips moved left and right, erotically swaying as her arms began to pump in the air. And as her movements grew more and more bouncy, so too did her body. Violet thought her top was tight already, but when the wolfess began to hop, her breasts did as well!

They bounced. And they bounced. And they bounced some more! They all bounced right in front of Violet's face, attracting her like the pendulous say of a metronome. Why? Why was this wolfess' body so irresistible!? Violet's never been attracted to women before, let alone a beastkin!

And yet...

“Are you just going to stand still all night long, cutie?" asked Lucretia.

There it was again, that word 'cutie'. It echoed in Violet's head, causing her to step forward. Cheeks red and face blank, she began to move in tune with the music, getting faster and faster. Her body started moving along with Lucretia's, watching her closely as they stepped and swayed and danced around another.

Violet knew how to dance; it was one of the few things she actually enjoyed doing. It was also one of the ways her and Aiden used to spend time with one another when they were dating. There was this hypnotic presence she felt when dancing. Their bodies would get intertwined, moving with one another to the beat of the music, and growing utterly in sync.

But the woman before her wasn't her husband, Aiden. She wasn't even the same species!

Violet moved in sync with Lucretia, stepping together with the wolfess in an increasingly intimate dance. It seemed as if the DJ was trying to work everyone into a fever pitch, for he was accelerating the pace of the music. And Violet – whether she knew it or not, whether she wanted to admit to it or not – was starting to get swept up in the dance.

She was hypnotized, entranced not by the music... but the powerful predator she danced with. Lucretia's amazonian body moved with this grace and athleticism to it that was downright flawless, and she did so while wearing this smirk that was both coy and sensual. But all of that paled in comparison to her eyes. Those green eyes looked down upon Violet, keeping her trapped more than her body ever could.

Though her body wasn't there just for show.

Grab!

“Haah!?"

Violet stiffened up, but her dancing feet never stopped. Lucretia had grabbed her by the wrist, being far more direct than she had ever been before. Her teal eyes grew wide as the wolfess pulled her in closer, pressing their bodies together until their chests were touching. Violet attempted to speak, but all that came out was a startled gasp. In response...

“Heh!"

Lucretia laughed.

The wolfess' touch was somehow both gentle and firm. Gentle enough to not cause pain, but firm enough to tell Violet that escape was impossible. Maybe – juuuuuust maybe – if she pushed against Lucretia, she'd free herself from her grasp. But she just... didn't. She didn't even attempt to free herself. For whatever reason, Violet allowed Lucretia to continue.

No. Not 'whatever' reason. There was a good reason behind it. Violet just refused to say it.

Under Lucretia's control, she was spun around, turned to face the other dancers in the club. Their bodies were all bumping and grinding against one another in this heated and frenetic rush. Skin on skin, fur on fur, fur on skin; it did not matter. Violet's teal eyes traced along all of them, being incapable of recognizing any faces or features, just meshing and contorting bodies.

Grip! Pat!

“Haaahh!?"

Then a shudder raced through her spine.

Lucretia's hands had fallen on her hips.

Gripping Violet with the same gentle yet firm touch as before, the wolfess held herself against her while pulling her in closer. Her peach-shaped butt pressed against Lucretia's pelvis, grinding against it like she was a wall or a pole. Lewd thoughts immediately raced through Violet's mind, but instead of saying a word...

Swish... Sway...

She began swaying her hips in tune with the music.

Still dancing even as the wolfess touched her directly, Violet looked over her shoulder, where her eyes were again entranced by Lucretia's green ones. She too was still dancing in tune with the music, while grinding her crotch back against Violet's ass. Sexual swirls and sensual sways flowed from their bodies as their hips moved not only in tune with the exciting music, but also one another. Violet's mind must have left elsewhere, but she no longer thought about anything else. Not the club, not her husband, and definitely not about the vows she was breaking. Oh, no. No, no, no. All that mattered was Lucretia, their dance, and the seemingly endless music.

And Lucretia wasn't going to let things stop here, nor was she going to let them simmer. No, the wolfess began to fan those flames even more!

The hands she had on Violet's hips began to move. One traveled down towards her thigh, while the other slid up towards her stomach. Biting into her bottom lip, she felt the wolfess touch skin directly, stroking her in such a pleasing manner. Damn those hands! Why did they feel so good!?

“Haah!?"

Reaching up, Violet placed her hand to the side of Lucretia's head, coaxing the wolfess forward. She followed along, where she rested her chin upon her shoulder. All the while, she continued wearing that dangerous smirk on her lips, while Violet looked over at her with an expression of confusion... and desire.

“Lucretia..." she whispered.

“Heh... please. Call me Luca~" the wolfess replied.

Violet clinched her teeth. She heard the slight shift in Lucretia's voice, and it sounded like honey. It oozed into her ear, drawing her deeper into the pit she was digging herself into. If there was ever a moment to stop things before they progressed too far, it was now.

But Violet did nothing.

Left to right Lucretia's hips swung with wide, swaying movements. And left and right, Violet's hips swung to match the wolfess' tempo. Biting into her bottom lip as she clutched Luca close, squeezing her to the points that their cheeks were touching. Violet had no idea what had come over her, but she was powerless to stop it. It must have been the music, or the alcohol, or Lucretia herself. She just couldn't stop!

“You're really good at dancing," the wolfess whispered, her voice still sounding like milk and honey, “You must do this often."

“I..." Violet whimpered back before swallowing her spit, “Luca... we... we shouldn't be doing this."

“Hm? Why's that?" Lucretia asked back, her tone teasing and playful, “Is something wrong?"

Violet shook her head.

“N-no... I... I can't--" she said, before being turned around, “Ah?"

Spun around by the wolfess' talented hand, Violet was once again face-to-face with her. She looked up, teal eyes glowing as the lights of the club darted and danced around them. Lucretia looked back, her verdant eyes pulsing with the obvious signs of lust while her lips curled into this devious smirk.

Violet's mind scrambled with a flurry of thoughts, but when she spoke, all that came out was--

“No, I can't..."

Lucretia tilted her head.

“Why not?" she asked. Violet swallowed her spit.

“Because... I-I'm not a lesbian..." she answered.

Lucretia's grin grew.

“Then just pretend you are for tonight," she replied.

A jolt traveled through Violet's body. While it was true that she wasn't a lesbian, and she didn't even have any bicurious thoughts, Lucretia was beginning to make her question all of it. Her first excuse was flimsy; she needed to come up with a stronger one.

“N-no. B-but my husband, he's--"

“Not here..."

Violet shook in place.

Slowly, Lucretia's hand traveled up her body. She looked down, alarmed by that touch which had enough strength to bend steel, but enough skill to treat her so delicately. It traveled along Violet's side, moving up towards her chest, cupped over her bosom, slid to her neck, and then came to a stop on her cheek. Gently, the wolfess' thumb brushed along Violet's lips, making her shudder. The way she touched her, it was like she was appraising some priceless jewel.

“If you want me to stop, then just push me away," said Lucretia, “Otherwise..." her head moved in, “I think I'll just... Mmfff~"

“Hmmmph...?"

Lucretia's lips...

Pressed against Violet's.

Here in the middle of the dance floor, the wolfess swept her human captive up in a sordid kiss. It was chaste at first as their lips merely met. But after a few short seconds, Luca pushed open Violet's mouth with her skilled lips. Her tongue steadily slid inside of her maw, where it began to twist and turn along Violet's tongue. She shivered and jolted upright, becoming as rigid as a statue from the surprise of being kissed. And kissed so deeply as well.

And kissed so wonderfully.

Lucretia's tongue had talent to it, and a style all its own. It didn't just kiss Violet, it tasted her, it savored her. Living up to her predatory nature, the wolfess' kiss was like a hungry sampling. She learned everything about the woman's maw, from the taste of her spit, to the flavor of her breath, to ever the texture of her tongue. And all of it – all of it – she committed to memory.

Violet was used to kissing Aiden and only Aiden. She was not used to kissing someone so hungry. And in return, it made her moan. There was a pressure behind Lucretia's kiss unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She was stiff and wound before, but as the kiss went on, she melted more and more. Eventually, she reached up and placed her hands upon Luca's shoulders, wrapping around them. But it wasn't to push her away. It was to pull her in.

“Nmmph!"

“Hmmmph~~!"

As the music continued playing, the two deepened their kiss. Eyes closed shut, Violet hugged Lucretia closer as she matched the wolfess' tongue with one all her own. On Luca's lips she could taste the hot wings she had before, as well as the oranges and peaches of her alcoholic drink earlier. It was equally as intoxicating now as it was then.

Passionate moans left Violet, while Lucretia gave back hungry ones. At the same time, their hands clutched and gripped at one another. They squeezed at each other's bodies, clinching and refusing to let go. Violet's arms were wrapped around the wolfess' neck, and her hands were squeezing on her back. In turn, Luca's hands were wrapped around her thin waist, while her hands squeezed at her peachy ass.

The two were a lot like everyone else in this club. Just another pair of nameless bodies swept up by the frenetic rush of music, booze, and lust. Violet's mind was far from her body at this point, allowing her to focus solely on the kiss she shared with this amazing amazon of a wolfess.

Tongues danced and lips smacked, building up this fever pitch more and more as they shared tastes, moans, and spit. With one hungry groan too much, Violet felt the need to breathe take over her. So she pushed back, finally parting her lips from Lucretia as she retreated.

A trail of saliva hung between the two, eventually breaking as they pulled too far apart. Looking up, Violet's teal eyes met Lucretia's green ones. The wolfess was still grinning, while she appeared dazed and confused... but so damn aroused.

“I shouldn't have done that..." Violet whispered.

“Why?" Lucretia asked with a chuckle.

Violet swallowed her spit.

“Because now I can't stop."

Lucretia giggled while saying nothing. Grabbing upon Violet's hand, she began tugging her dazed captive along, taking her away from the dance floor. Violet didn't fight back or even attempt to move away. She just followed on unsteady feet, allowing the wolfess to take her...

Elsewhere...

Hill Top Hops was big. Much bigger than Violet could have ever known. Lucretia must have visited this place often, because she knew the exact place to take her. Pass these people, to the walls in the distance, there were a pair of doors.

In a dazed state, Violet followed along with Lucretia as they pushed through these doors, entering into a velvet-covered corridor. The floors were black, the walls were purple, and neon lights ran along the ceiling, basking this hall in a darkness different from the club. Through the walls, the once loud music that dominated the club now sounded muffled and distant, further making this hallway feel detached from the outside world.

Traveling deeper into the corridor, they began passing curtains that separated the hall from smaller rooms on the sides. Lucretia ignored them, but Violet couldn't. Gazing at the curtains, she saw various shadows of people within, all joined together in a variety of different positions.

She didn't know exactly what was going on behind these curtains, but the images and sounds painted a very vivid, very sordid picture.

“AAAH~!"

“YESS!"

“FUCK! OOH!"

“HNNGHH~~~!"

Her eyes swelled and her heart plummeted. Just what was this place? Where was Lucretia taking her? And... and... and...

Why couldn't she free herself?

Eventually, the duo arrived at their destination. It was one of those rooms covered by a curtain, one with the number '19' hanging above it in bold purple letters. Approaching the chamber, Lucretia turned to face her captive prey with a saucy grin on her lips... before pulling the two of them inside.

On the other end was a booth, not unlike the ones upstairs. It had a curled couch, with a circular table in the middle of it, and was illuminated by neon purple and pink lights.

When they entered inside, Lucretia turned around and sat on the table's edge, where she looked up at Violet with a saucy grin on her lips. Her legs were spread slightly, flaunting the taunt nature of her shorts as they squeezed over her toned thighs. Her chest also swelled and lowered as she took heavy breaths. And her green eyes, so bright and verdant, looked up at Violet with the predatory hunger of a powerful wolfess.

Violet – stuck in place – swallowed her spit as she looked down upon Lucretia, trembling. She was wrong before; now was the time to stop things before they progressed too far. But how could she possibly deny Luca when she was looking at her like this?

Raising her finger, the wolfess placed it to the nape of Violet's neck, her claw poking her. She then dragged the devious claw up her neck in a sensual manner, before stopping at her chin. Gently she tipped it up, once again appraising her as if she was some object to satiate her desires. Fuck. Why did that turn Violet on so much?

“You look so delicious~"

When a wolf says that to you in a closed location, that's usually cause for concern. When Lucretia said that to Violet, it made her so fucking hot.

Dropping her hands back down towards her waist, the wolfess gripped her... and then lifted her. She was as light as a pillow compared to Luca's raw might, who had no qualms lifting her up and pulling her over. Violet grunted as she rested upon Lucretia's waist, her legs parted to drape them on her hips. Gazing down, her teal eyes met the wolfess' once again, and the grin on her lips.

The grin that was approaching closer and closer...

“Nmph~"

“Hmmmff!"

The first time they kissed, it took Violet by surprise, even though she quickly melted into it. This time when they kissed, she kissed back with equal gusto.

Wrapping her arms around Lucretia's neck, she slowly and passionately danced her tongue along with the wolfess. Hungry moans and lewd smacks left their lips as their kiss continued on, followed by groans as Luca began to grind against her. Violet felt the weighty breasts of the wolfess press against her more modest chest, squeezing together as their liplock deepened further.

It was stealing her breath away.

For what felt like an eternity, they remained bound in this kiss. It started off passionately enough, but steadily ramped up into something energetic. Lucretia's voracious appetite showed in this kiss as she dragged her tongue along Violet's tongue, even wrapping her lips to suck on it.

Kissing like this was something she had never experienced before. Compared to Aiden and... ah... even at his most wildest, he never showed such intense fervor for her body. And, no, it wasn't from lack of trying. If anything, he tried too hard! But Lucretia wasn't trying hard enough. Lucretia was just being...

Natural.

Thump!

The two laid over on the table, with Violet resting atop Lucretia who laid on it. They continued kissing one another, while the hands of the wolfess grew possessive. Slowly they started traveling up and down Violet's body, tracing her hands along her illustrious figure.

For a businesswoman who spent many hours in an office cubicle, she had an incredible body. This was all due to her self-care. Violet worked in a competitive business, one where physical appearance is sometimes just as important as actual skill. Hey, you try getting a promotion while looking wild and unkempt! Impossible, no. Difficult? Very.

So Violet always made sure her body was in tip-top shape. She may not be an athletic amazon like Lucretia was, but she was proud of her dedication. It was one of the few things outside of her job and her family that she was proud of.

But she never got to experience the fruits of her labor outside of her business, and the moments with Aiden. And even then, her husband never truly savored Violet's body. He didn't understand how erotic her curves were, how shapely her butt was, and how busty her breasts were either. Even Violet was unaware of how utterly erotic her body was.

Lucretia was poised to teach her this.

“Slurrrp~! Pop!" sounded off their lips as Lucretia pulled back, “Nnmph~ you taste pretty good, cutie."

“I... haah~ th-thank you...?" Violet whispered back, unsure how to respond to such praise.

“Heheheheheh! Hahahahah! 'Kay then!" she then leaned back on the table, a smile on her lips as she looked up at her, “Lean up, cutie. Let me get a gooooood look at you!"

Violet paused for a moment... then nodded and obeyed. Leaning up on the wolfess' body, she straddled her hips and sat upright, the umber lights of the booth shining upon her body. Lucretia – wearing a sensual grin – marveled at her voluptuous body, while her hands began to stroke and knead at her hips. A whimpering moan left Violet's lips as the wolfess gripped her, touching her in a way both restrained yet powerful.

Aiden would never touch her in such a way. Not from lack of trying; he just lacked the restraint to not grip and squeeze at her body like a horny schoolboy. Lucretia was far more reserved, far more practiced, but no less erotic. She traveled her hands along Violet's body with the sensual touch of a lover, but with the firm power of an amazon.

“You're really beautiful," Luca whispered, a sound that resonated within Violet's ears.

She stiffened up, her teal eyes growing wide as she looked down upon the wolfess she straddled. Why did hearing her call her beautiful trigger something inside of her? Violet swore she felt a trembling within her body. To slow it down, she took a deep breath.

Lucretia's hands continued traveling up and down her voluptuous form. Moving away from her hips, her powerful palms slid slowly up her sides, teasing them and triggering more rumbles within Violet's form. Those hands could move mountains; she knew it. And right now, those hands were coming to rest upon her chest.

“Aaah~"

Lucretia's hands palmed her tits, easily holding them despite their size. Giving a gentle squeeze, the wolfess began to lift her breasts, feeling them push down upon her palms with their weight. They weren't a firm pair of breasts, being far softer... but no less amazing.

“Heh heh~"

Lucretia's laugh jolted Violet, who almost realized what they were doing. Almost. Instead she remained sitting up right, while her hands moved to grip Luca's wrists. But she didn't push the wolfess away nor did she pull her in. She just held against her, waiting... and allowing her to continue.

Squuuueeeeezeeee!

“Nnggghhh~~~!"

There it was again! That obvious difference between Lucretia and Aiden! Her husband was a very... let's say 'gropey' man when it came to her tits. When they were in the throws of passion, he squeezed and kneaded her bosom without an ounce of restraint or style. Sometimes his squeezing would be too hard, other times they'd be too lax, and rarely would they ever feel good. Violet remembered earlier in their relationship when she tried to lead him into touching her how she liked to be touched, only to give up.

Again, it's not like Aiden was a poor lover, she was just learning now that he was a rather mediocre one.

But Lucretia was anything but 'mediocre'.

The wolfess knew how to handle a pair of rich tits, and she did an amazing job in doing so. When she squeezed Violet's breasts, it was juuuuuuussst right. A slow ramp up of squeezing as she applied the perfect amount of pressure. Violet's breasts were pushed up and pressed together, causing them to expand and nearly spill from the top of her crop top. But instead...

“Aah~?"

Lucretia released her chest, allowing it to drop back down as a confused look adorned Violet's face. Seeing this--

“Heh heh heh~"

The wolfess gave that sensual chuckle of hers.

“C'mon... lean over~" she whispered.

Violet paused for a moment... then swallowed her spit... and then obeyed.

Leaning over, she placed her hands down on the table beside Lucretia's head, pinning her beneath her body. Violet's teal eyes gazed into Luca's green ones as she wore a dazed face. The wolfess was far more composed as she placed her hands on her shoulders.

“Good girl~" she praised, “Sit right there. Just like that~"

“Nmmph...! Lucaaaa~"

Why? Why did being called a 'good girl' make Violet feel so hot? She was being spoken down to, and it turned her on? Was there something wrong with her?

No. There was just something so right about Lucretia. Aiden had attempted to call her a 'good girl' before in the bedroom... and it just didn't work. There was something about his tone and delivery that made it bad. Like, he was joking around whenever he called her a 'good girl' or something to that effect.

But there was no such comedy when Lucretia said it. When Lucretia called her a 'good girl', she fucking meant it.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Luca placed her hands upon Violet's shoulders. For several moments she held there, indulging in the feeling of her flesh... before slowly dragging her palms along her body. Ah, such curvy shoulders. Exploring their shapely contours was like stroking her hand along solid gold. It was wonderful. From side to side she stroked her figure, chuckling beneath her breath as she did so. All the while, Violet shuddered in her touch, trembling as she struggled to keep herself upright.

“Are you okay?" Lucretia asked sarcastically, “Heh heh...! If you want, you can lean a little closer. Promise; I won't bite. Unless... you want me to~"

“Ah~"

Whump!

“Heh heh!"

Losing all the strength in her arms and hands, Violet collapsed completely upon Lucretia's body. Her chin rested on the wolfess' shoulder, while her arms moved in to hug her. For a few moments she sat there, breathing like she was trying to catch her breath, before--

Chu~ Chu~ Chuuuuu~

“Ahhh~!"

Lucretia's lips were pressing against her cheek, kissing her again and again and again. Each kiss was just as strong as the last, making Violet melt further and further. Lips wobbling, she let loose a moan that filled the air of the booth, while Lucretia's kiss continued building. The tongue of the wolfess started dragging along her cheek, and before she knew it--

“Hrrrrkgghh~~~!"

She started dipping her tongue into Violet's ear, licking around the shell and kissing it.

Her kisses were both erotic and passionate; a mixture of desire that made Violet melt more and more. High-pitched yet no less womanly and mature moans left her lips as she clutched Lucretia closer, embracing against her as she let the wolfess lick, kiss, and dine on her body.

“Nmmph... you taste good too," she whispered as she hugged Violet closer, “Chu~ Chu~ Chu~ Nmm...! Do you mind if I... Chu~ Give you a bite?"

Violet shivered. That would be bad. A bite from a wolf like Lucretia would surely leave a mark. And if she bit her on her shoulder or neck, how could she possibly hide that Aiden? From those reasons alone, she should say no. She should say no.

She should say no.

“Yes..."

Fuck. She was completely under Lucretia's spell, and she was sure the wolfess didn't even have one.

Immediately, Violet's mind raced with ways she could possibly hide this. She could wear more turtlenecks, and just forgo wearing any of her off the shoulder tops for a month or so straight. She and Aiden could even have sex in the dark so he didn't see anything! And it's not like they shower with each other as often as they used to, so that could be easy to avoid as well! All she needed to do was--

Bite!

“Aaaahhh~~~!?"

Those thoughts were immediately snatched from her mind.

Lucretia's jaw clamped upon her neck and shoulder, squeezing upon her with the strength that only she could have. Violet felt her flesh being squeezed by those perfect, pearly fangs, just enough to send this exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain racing through her body. But it wasn't too much. She watched this wolfess clean through a plate of hot wings like it was nothing. If she really wanted to bite her – like really bite her – Violet would be bleeding.

“Fuah~"

“Aahh-haaahha~"

But of course, Lucretia didn't, nor did her bite last long. Releasing her mouth from her prey's neck, the wolfess leaned back on the table to stare into Violet's eyes, while her hand gently stroked upon the area she just bit her at.

“How did that feel, cutie?" she asked, her voice taunting and teasing.

“It was... haah~ it was..." Violet mumbled back, before swallowing her spit, “It was amazing."

“Heh heh heh! Hah hah hah! That's great to hear!" pushing softly, she sat Violet up on her body again, “Now... let's get a move on to the main course~"

Violet shivered upon hearing that, while Lucretia raised up. The look in the wolfess' eyes had shifted, becoming for hungrier, far more blatant in its desires. This wasn't going to stop at simple making out or even biting; this was going to go all the way!

Moving in, Luca began kissing upon her cutie's neck, making her shiver and moan as she clutched the back of the wolfess' hand. At the same time, her strong hands began to sensually travel up Violet's body, coming to her chest. Slipping her hands under her crop top, the wolfess reached up to grip upon her busty tits.

Squeeeeezeee!

“Hrrrnngghh~~~ Haaahh! D-don't stop~" Violet cried out as her head tipped back.

Eyes closing shut, her mouth opened as shameless moans left her plump lips. Lucretia was touching the flesh of her tits directly, with no bra of any kind to stop her. The powerful palms of the hungry wolfess squeezed upon her breasts, holding them like she was fondling a perfectly sized pair of basketballs. Soft basketballs at that. She squeezed them, groped them, rolled them around and around in circles, all while Violet's moaning grew louder and louder.

“Yes~ Hggnn~ Oh yess~" she moaned out, allowing her voice to freely flow without end, “Aah~ L... Lucaaa~"

“Heh heh heh! Let's get that shirt off of you," the wolfess cooed, “I'll unwrap you like a piece of candy."

Violet bit into her bottom lip, but did not hesitate. As Lucretia grabbed her shirt, she raised her arms, allowing the wolfess to pull it off of her voluptuous upper-body. Pulled aside, Violet's body was revealed to the booth around them, her curvaceous silhouette visible against the curtains as she sat upright on Lucretia's waist.

Sitting there, the wolfess marveled at her cutie's nude body. The curves, the straights, the maturity, even the way the light bounced off of her body; all of it was perfect. Violet's breasts were soft, but had this slight perkiness to them. And her nipples! She had puffy areola, and hard, plump nipples!

Violet crossed her arms beneath her breasts, giving them a lift as she stared to the side in embarrassment. This was the first time she had ever bore her naked body to someone who wasn't her husband; it left her feeling self-conscious.

Was this good enough? Did she look like an idiot? And – most importantly – did Lucretia like it?

Absolutely yes!

Lewdly leering at Violet, Lucretia licked her lips in a hungry manner. The predatory gaze in her green eyes were bright enough to fill a void of darkness, and the fangs she flashed caused her blood to turn cold. Watching Luca approach her, Violet took in a deep breath as that grinning face came closer and closer... and then the mouth opened wide.

“Mmmph~"

“Ohh...! Haahh~"

Looking up at Violet's face with those devious verdant eyes, Lucretia captured her nipple and areola into her mouth. A thrilling surge of pleasure raced through her cutie's body as sensitive flesh was nibbled on, and drool oozed upon her. Luca's face was in this wicked grin, indulging in the pleasure of giving Violet such taboo pleasure, and all she could do was moan.

“Oh! Haahh~ I can't...! Nghgh~"

Leaning her head back, Violet stroked her fingers through Lucretia's crimson hair, brushing through them as the wolfess dined on her body. Again and again, Luca suckled and slurped on her tits, drawing flesh into her mouth. Violet tasted as one would expect of a businesswoman; refined, professional, mature, and – most important of all – delicious.

Yes, Lucretia's taste buds are that potent!

Violet herself couldn't really focus on it. She felt her hard and plump nipple being drawn deeper into the wolfess' voracious mouth, while her teeth graced upon sensitive flesh. And if she thought that would be all, Lucretia raised her other hand. Gripping Violet's other tit, she kneaded and groped it, working more heat into her body, and causing her voice to sing higher and higher.

Oh no! This was good! Too damn good! Lucretia was working over her body like she fucking owned it! The longer the wolfess feasted on her, the more and more Violet fell under her grasp. She couldn't escape, and she feared she wouldn't want to escape.

She wanted to be devoured.

“Pop!"

Plap!

“Aah~!"

Lucretia suddenly pulled back, leaving Violet's tit jiggling as spit oozed down its surface. She panted, while her teal eyes once again got trapped on Lucretia's green ones. The wolfess was reaching out for her again, and all she could do was sit there and whimper.

Grabbing her by her waist, Luca turned her cutie around, swinging her until she was on her hands and knees on this table's surface. Violet gasped and groaned, before looking over her shoulder towards her wolfess mistress. Lucretia was wearing that devious grin again, while her verdant eyes looked down upon her peach-shaped ass.

“Mm mm mmmmm~" the wolfess mumbled, as if gazing upon a delicious meal.

And in a way, Violet was a delicious meal. Lucretia had made that blatantly obvious with all the kiss, the biting, the tasting, the savoring.

Yes. That was the best feeling of all; the savoring. Violet wasn't some quick fling, some meet and fuck, some pump and dump. To Lucretia, Violet was a delicious meal worth savoring. She'd take her time to enjoy all the aspects of her body. Her lips, her breasts, her flesh; not one area of her body would be spared.

Of course, that included her ass.

Biting into her bottom lip, Violet instinctively began to sway her butt left and right in front of Lucretia's eyes. She couldn't believe she was doing this; she hadn't even done this for Aiden before! Not that he seemed to show much interest in her butt, all things considered. He was more of a breasts man, but that's besides the point.

Lucretia wasn't a boobs or a butt woman; she was an everything woman. Like a glutton at a buffet, she wouldn't leave one aspect of the gourmet spared. So like her tits before, she was going to show Violet's butt equal attention.

Her green eyes watched that peach-shaped posterior sway to and fro, chuckling and groaning beneath her breath as she did so. Violet felt further embarrassed... but also incredibly turned on. To be longed for in such a blatant manner over this ignored area of her body, was a new thrill all its own. The longer Lucretia looked at her ass, the more she began to shake it, even pushing it out towards the wolfess' face.

Her shorts did a fantastic job of flaunting the shape of her ass. The way it curved, or how her flesh was squeezed just enough to cause her delicious flesh to wobble over the edge, even the way her thigh-high socks seemed to emphasize her plump thighs; it was utterly perfect!

Reaching out for Violet, Lucretia placed her hands on her thighs, causing her to whimper. Those powerful palms had no qualms tracing up and down her body, before sliding up towards her true target; this shapely ass. A wicked grin adorned Luca's lips as she reached around to unbuckle her cutie's belt, and unzip her shorts, freeing them from her waist. Violet gasped as they were loosened from her body, while Lucretia brought her hands back to her sides.

Sliiiiiiiidddddddeeee~

Inch by inch by glorious inch, Luca pulled Violet's shorts down until they came down to her knees. Outside, her cutie was wearing attire that exposed so much skin. It was all to entice her husband during their date which, of course, didn't happen. Beneath her clothes was no different. While she couldn't wear a bra due to her off the shoulder's top, she could wear a scandalous pair of black panties. They were racy and mature; the type of underwear you'd expect a refined woman such as herself to wear.

But they weren't being exposed to her husband. They were being exposed to Lucretia.

“My, oh my~" said the wolfess as she poked her claw into Violet's curvy butt, “Nmmm~ such a delicious body you have, cutie. So shapely. Mmmph~ and this butt of yours..." her hand slid down to the bottom, cupping it much like she cupped her tits before, “So... springy!"

Smack!

“Aah~!?"

With a sudden swat, Lucretia struck her palm along Violet's butt, causing it to quake. Her ass was indeed 'springy' as it jiggled and swayed for several moments following her strike, before finally settling down. Moaning from the strike, Violet looked over her shoulder once more towards Luca's face, seeing that grin stare back.

“Tell me~" Lucretia whispered as she lowered her head towards Violet's butt, “Your husband... does he play with this ass of yours?"

Violet bit into her bottom lip. Why oh why did Lucretia bring up her Aiden? Hearing her bring it up sent shivers down her spine! She could picture her husband's face; the shock and betrayal he'd be showing if he saw his wife doing something like this with someone else. It was shameful! It was terrible! It was so fucking HOT!

“N-no..." Violet answered, “He... he tends to not play with my butt... n-not unless he... ya'know... takes me from behind...."

“Oh... I see... so..."

SMACK!

“AH~! L-LUCA~!"

“This butt of yours. This plump, juicy ass... it's mostly unexplored. Am I right?" asked the wolfess, to which Violet nodded.

“Yes! Heavens yes! It's... un... unexplored..." SMACK! “AAAHH-HAAH~!?"

“I see, I see," Lucretia mumbled as she rubbed her chin, “Sooooo... this butt of yours... it's mine, isn't it? If I stake my claim on it, your ass is my ass?"

Violet shivered. She knew exactly what Lucretia was doing. As the wolfess' hand sat on her curved butt, she groped it idly while awaiting an answer. And all Violet could do was sit there on her hands and knees, waiting to give the answer they both already knew was a forgone conclusion.

“Yes... yes it's... nmph... it's your ass..."

Lucretia grinned.

SMACK!

“AAHHAHA~!"

“You're damn right it's my ass. All mine."

The multiple smacks delivered to her ass had left an imprint on Violet's butt. Extending a claw, Lucretia placed it upon that handprint, then sloowwwwllly dragged her claw up the curvature of her ass. Up and up her finger came, coming to a stop at the waistband of her cutie's panties. And after hooking her claw beneath it, she slowly began pulling those panties dowwwnnn.

Like her shorts before, Violet felt her underwear slide down her thighs; inch by inch by inch. Exposing her ass towards her, Lucretia took her time to gaze upon her shapely butt with hungry eyes of desire. Her cheeks curved over to create this perfect valley, where nestled between them was her pussy and her anus.

Violet bit into her bottom lip, her eyes screwed shut as embarrassment raced through her. Again, she had only ever exposed her body towards her husband, and no one else. Now her body was revealed in all of its nude glory towards this wolfess of all people, one she met only, what, thirty or so minutes ago?

Violet wanted to be spontaneous. She wanted to be adventurous, and cool, and vibrant, and vivacious, and sexy dammit! But she never thought her desires would lead her to be this bold... this scandalous!

“Humor me~" Lucretia whispered, “This ass of yours. Have you ever played with it before? I mean... heh... I know your husband hasn't, but have you played with it? Just a little?"

“I...!" Violet replied before cutting herself short.

Lucretia wasn't just joking, was she? Of course not! Why would she be joking about something like this? When the wolfess asked her if she toyed with her ass, it was telling Violet what she was about to do next. But, no, that must have been crazy, even for her? Wasn't that area of her body, ya'know, dirty? Would she really be so ravenous, so voracious, that she'd go down on her ass?

Well... yeah.

Lucretia had already proven just how hungry she was. She wasn't going to leave one area of Violet's body unexplored. She was going to savor all of it. Yes, even this supposedly 'dirty' area.

Pat! Pat!

“Aah~!? Lucretia?" Violet gasped as the wolfess placed her hands on her butt.

“I wanna know, cutie!" said Luca playfully as she idly groped her ass, “Tell me! Have you played with your ass before? Even if it's just a little bit?"

“I... I-I... I...!" Violet babbled back... before letting her head drop as she shook it, “No... I... I couldn't even imagine ever doing something like that."

“Oooh! So... not only has your husband never explored this butt, but neither have you. Tsk tsk tsk. That's an absolute crime, Violet. Fortunately for you, I'm a cop, so I'll overlook this infraction."

“W-what? Y-you are?" Grip! Hoist! “Ah!?"

Violet's thoughts were cut short as her ass was lifted in the air. Face and chest resting on the table's surface, her butt meanwhile was pulled up by Lucretia, whose gaze was dominated by the view of her shapely ass. A wicked grin spread on her lips as she palmed her butt, her claws squeezing in as she began to softly prrryyyyyyy them apart.

“Aaahhahahhaaa~~~!"

A crooning cry left Violet's lips as Lucretia splayed her ass. There, nestled between her thighs and butt, was her glistening pussy and her puckering asshole. Her cunt was dripping wet, having become a fucking waterfall with how much nectar oozed down her thighs. As shameless as it was to admit, she couldn't remember the last time she was this wet... if she was ever this wet before.

Aiden certainly never brought it out of her...

But that's not what Lucretia was focused on, was it? No. No no no! No. Lucretia was focused on Violet's tight taint! That puckering anus clinched and twitched as the wolfess gazed down upon it, a wicked grin painted on her lips.

“Whose ass is this...?" asked Lucretia once again, her tone coy, seductive and playful.

Violet swallowed her spit.

“Your ass..." she answered.

“Heh heh heh! Damn straight. Mmmphh~"

“OOOHHOHAAAHH~~~!?"

Sensory overload.

A roaring cry left Violet's lips, one loud enough to nearly fight against the thumping club music going on outside of these walls! But how could she not cry out when Lucretia's mouth fell on her asshole?

The wolfess' voracious appetite showed even here as she began to lick, tongue, and devour her virgin anus. Her tongue was a lewd serpent, licking at her anus, while her lips kissed upon it. Devious drags stroked along her asshole, brushing hard from the bottom to the top and back again. Twisting and turning bucks rocked through Violet's body, who never even imagined doing something so dirty before! But Lucretia was the opposite; she was composed!

Again, it was how she savored her body that made Violet go crazy. The wolfess could be a ravenous lover, she knew that. But instead of wildly eating out her ass, she used just the correct amount of pressure to pleasure her. Lewd moans left Luca's lips, sounding like she was enjoying a juicy meal. Meanwhile, Violet couldn't stop herself from crying out.

“OH FUCK~!" she yelled as she buried her head into the table beneath her, “FUCK! AHAH~! DON'T~! NNGHGH~~~! DON'T STOP~! PLEASE DON'T STOP! EAT ME MORE~! AAHH-HAAHA~!"

And Lucretia was more than happy to oblige.

Pushing her tongue into Violet's asshole, the wolfess pried her anal walls apart, all while wearing this smile on her lips. At the same time, one hand sat on her cutie's thigh to keep her steady, while her other hand slipped its way between her legs. Gently, Luca began to press her powerful fingers against her prey's dripping slit. Violet was so focused on the pleasurable rimming she was receiving, that she almost didn't notice those fingers prodding at her cunt.

Until, ya'know, they pushed inside.

THWIP!

“AAH-HAAHHAHAHAAAA~~~!?"

And Violet saw stars.

Throwing her head up, she cried out to the booth around them. Not only was Lucretia dining on her ass, she was now thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt! Those burly digits made a mess of her mound, pushing in and pulling out at a steady pace. There was no tightness to Violet's cunt. Not to say she was loose or anything, but more to say that she had no defenses to put up. Her pussy didn't just allow Lucretia to finger her, it outright welcomed her inside!

This area that only her husband had experienced, the same place her son was born from, was now being fingered and explored by this ravenous lupine.

In and out, in and out, in and out, Lucretia fingered Violet's cunt while she continued eating out her ass. This loud and lewd 'Shlip! Shlop! Shlip! Shlop!' noise echoed out from her fingers, and was only getting louder. Soon they were joined by this 'Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!' noise as she pistoned her digits in and out of her cunt, sending rippling waves through Violet's thighs and ass.

“Mmph~ you're so tight," Lucretia quipped as she pulled her face away from her ass, “Your pussy's gripping my fingers so hard! Heh heh heh! What's wrong? You want more, cutie?"

“YES! OH YES~" Violet cried back.

“Heh heh heh! You don't have to be so loud! I'll give you exactly what you want! Nmph~!"

Once again diving her face into Violet's asshole, Lucretia redoubled her assault. Her tongue was stronger now than before, pushing in as deep as it could, before wiggling around. She dragged it upon those anal folds within the tight butt, causing drool to froth from her prey's mouth. By the time Luca was through with her, her anus was going to be nice and elastic!

Not to say her fingers would be outdone. They too pushed and penetrated Violet's cunt, spreading those walls apart much like she did her asshole. Delving inside of her cunt deeper and deeper, those devious digits made sure to drag upon her ridges, plucking them like she was toying with the strings of a guitar.

What the hell was this? No, seriously! What the hell was this!? Violet was not new to oral or fingering, but not to this degree! Aiden had never gone down on her ass before, but even when comparing his cunnilingus to Luca's anilingus... it was clear that her husband was just subpar. Not bad... but far from the excellency she was experiencing right now.

Lucretia didn't just eat out Violet's ass, she explored it. Every inch of that anus that her tongue could reach was licked and pleased, while her fingers made sure her pussy wasn't left out of the fun either. If it wasn't obvious before, it was now. This ass? This tight anus? This belonged to Lucretia!

And Violet couldn't take it anymore.

“OH FUCK! OH...! MY FUCK–! AAH~! LUCA! LUCREETTIIAAAAHH ~~~! PLEASE! NO! DON'T STOP~! DON'T STOP! I'M GONNA~! I'M GONNA~! I'M GONNA" SQUUUIIIRRRRRTTTTT!!! “GGUUHHHAAHHAA~~~!"

A jet storm of feminine juices gushed out of Violet's pussy, where it sprayed out upon Lucretia's face, chin, and chest, even flowing hard enough to stain the table beneath them. It was all left glistening in her clear honey, reflecting the umber lights of the booth around them. Pleasure coursed throughout Violet's body, while her mind sat in this state of pure euphoria. She was floating in a blissful state, where time and reality seemed to not exist.

And then she fell...

Thud...

“Ooooooh... fuck..."

As Violet's mind struggled to return to reality, Lucretia sat up on the table with her eyes closed. Lips smacking, the wolfess savored the taste of her ass, even slipped her fingers into her mouth to taste her pussy too. It was all so perfect.

“Nmm... that's good," Lucretia said as she dropped her hand, “Real good. Nmph~~~!"

As Violet laid on the table, the wolfess stood up and walked past her. Her cutie had enough wherewithal to feel her presence shift, but remained in a near comatose state. That did little to soften the sound of Lucretia unbuttoning her shorts, nor the sound of the wolfess sliding those shorts down her sculpted body. Finally, Violet shifted a bit, her head pulling away from the flat surface of the table to look up.

There on the circular couch of the booth, Lucretia sat. The sculpted body of the erotic goddess was on near full display. The abs on her stomach, the size of her bust, the toned arms and legs; none of it was hidden by the light clothing she wore. But it was her crotch that was pushed out towards Violet.

Luca's shorts had been removed, exposing her moist mound towards her prey. Nestled between her thighs was the toned lips of her cunt, with a patch of red pubic hair hanging above it. Reclined as she was, the lupine purposefully had her pussy on full display, if not outright flaunting it towards her captive cutie.

And 'captive' was the right word for it; Violet was utterly captivated. Maybe it was the frenetic lust of the situation, but never in her life had she seen something so beautiful before. The shape of her pussy, the glistening nectar that oozed from it, the pink from within; it all beckoned to Violet in a way unlike anything ever before.

“Come here, cutie~" Lucretia called, her voice like that of a siren. A powerful, amazonian siren, to be exact.

Violet hesitated. Not because she was having second thoughts, but because she was afraid she wasn't good enough. If it wasn't obvious, she had only ever been with Aiden in her life. Could she... please another woman? Scratch that. Could she please Lucretia? The wolfess was like this predatory goddess; everything she did was natural to her. How could Violet Stone – a lesbian virgin – ever hope to please someone like her?

Lucretia must have noticed this, because she tilted her head and asked,

“Something wrong, cutie?"

Violet paused, her head looking to the side. She was embarrassed again.

“I... Am I... would I be... y-ya'know... good enough?" Clutch, “Ah~"

Lucretia's hands fell on her cheeks, gripping her gently and turning her to face the wolfess in front of her. Once more, Violet's teal eyes met Lucretia's green ones. They glowed so bright, easily fighting through the darkness of the booth around them.

“Of course you are," said Lucretia before moving in, “Nmmph~"

“Mmmff~"

Their lips met in a kiss... and Violet didn't even care that those lips were just on her ass moments ago. How could she care when the taste was phenomenal?

Hungrily, Lucretia and Violet pressed their lips together. She danced her tongue along with the wolfess', moaning from the taste and the heat. At the same time, Luca began pulling her off of the table, causing her to slip off. But instead of sitting her on her lap, the lupine suddenly broke their kiss, causing Violet to gasp as she stood before her mistress.

“Go ahead," Lucretia whispered into her ear, “Eat me for a change."

It sounded like an offer or a recommendation... but Violet knew better than that. It was a command, one that left her shuddering as she slowly got on her knees before the wolfess. Locking her teal eyes on her toned, moist mound, she felt her mouth water with hunger and desire. There was an odor that wafted from Lucretia's pussy, one that smelled musky and randy. It was strong... virile even.

Yes, virile. How can a female be virile? Before now, such a laughable thought would've never crossed Violet's mind. But now, as she stood face to face with Lucretia's pussy, she knew it was true. If Luca could, she'd fucking breed her.

Hot damn...

Lucretia reached down, where she palmed the top of Violet's head. Tensing up in her grasp, she let out a whimpering moan as she looked at the wolfess with her docile teal eyes. Luca gazed back with a grin... before she started pulling Violet in. Her cutie didn't fight back.

Her mouth opened up.

“Nmmmmmm~"

“That's it~ Heh heh heh! Hah! Good girl~"

Violet's lips met Lucretia's mound... where she quickly began to push and kiss up against her. There was a nubile fumbling to her cunnilingus. She licked at Lucretia's folds, kissed them, even nuzzled against them... but it was clear she had almost no idea what she was doing. It's not that Violet didn't know how to use her mouth, but there's a difference between a penis and a pussy.

But she stuck to it. As best as she could, she licked and lapped at Luca's folds, kissing it as well. It was slow, but it was no less filled with passion and desire.

Lucretia's pussy had this sweet and sour flavor to it, like something she'd put as a sauce on a meal. It was delicious, and kept drawing Violet in to eat her out more. As the seconds flowed by, her cunnilingus grew stronger, louder too.

“Nmph~ Mmmf~ Hmmm~ Mmm~!"

“Heh heh heh! Slow down, cutie~ I'm not going anywhere~"

Violet looked up at Lucretia, gazing up her voluptuous body towards her face as she attempted to part open those toned folds with her meager tongue. It took some effort, but – ironically – mirroring what her husband did with her, Violet was able to wiggled her tongue into the lupine's cunt. Those labia lips spread around her tongue, allowing her to push it deep inside where she felt the intense, clamping pressure of her cunt.

“Nngghh~~"

“Hah hah! Yeah! That's it~! Get in there~!"

Obeying her mistress, Violet worked her tongue as deeper into her pussy as she could! All the while, Luca's honey oozed into her maw and flowed down her tongue. Fuck, this taste was so damn intoxicating. The more she drank, the more she needed, and the more she needed, the more she got.

“Good girl~" Lucretia whispered as she stroked her fingers through Violet's hair, “Keep going. Nmmmph...! Go ahead; get as wild as you want. I ain't your husband. I promise I can take it! Heh heh heh! Hah!"

Why did belittling Aiden only make Violet hornier? She could feel her stomach and her chest twist, but that served to make her eat out Lucretia's more! She kissed her harder, licked her harder, even brought up her mouth to give a 'Bite!' of her own to Luca's clit!

“Yeah! Hah hah! Fuck yeah~!" she shouted out loud, “Now you're getting it! Keep going! Fucking eat me out, you little slut~!"

Violet did just that. Nuzzling in deeper, she continued eating out the lupine, while Lucretia relaxed upon the couch. As pleasure raced through her form, a deep moan left her lips, while her hand stroked up her toned stomach. Coming up to her bosom, Luca began to grope and knead herself, working her pleasure further as Violet ate her out. But then her hand reached down to the side of her person. Her cutie was so entranced with her cunt, she didn't notice it when Lucretia pulled out...

A double-sided dildo.

Long, thick, flexible and pitch-black, it was immaculately carved. Two ends, with both being fashioned after a human's cock, with a round dome and glands. Glistening in the umber lights of the booth, Lucretia twirled it around a few times, before shifting one of the ends towards her mouth.

“Mmmmm~"

Slowly she pushed it into her mouth, the sound of which drew Violet's attention away from her pussy.

Where her eyes grew wide.

Where did that come from!? Did Lucretia always have it on her person? No! There's no way, right? She was wearing such light clothes! There's no possible way she could have snuck that in here... could she have?

Oh goodness. It was so long and so thick. It honestly looked like a club more than a dildo! Just staring at Lucretia wiggle that thing around felt dangerous! Wait... there's no way, right? Luca wasn't actually planning on using that thing on her, was she?

Well duh. Who else was she going to use it on?

Violet's cunnilingus slowed to a halt as she watched Lucretia suckle on that toy in her mouth. The lupine's spit oozed down the sides of the toy, making it glisten further in the light of the booth Luca herself noticed Violet's idle gaze, causing her to grin as she pulled that toy away with a lewd and loud--

Pop!

“Heh heh... curious, cutie?" she asked.

Violet could only sit there, hesitating as she swallowed down Luca's pussy juices.

“I... it's... so big... it's scary," she admitted, making Lucretia laugh.

“Hah! I bet it is!" she replied, “But don't worry. I know how to use this thing. Heh heh~ Check this out~"

Standing up before Violet, Luca continued wearing that grin as she pulled her toy over towards her thighs. Gently, she took the area of the toy she had sucked on, and began prying it against her folds. Resting there, Violet's teal eyes grew wide as she watched the wolfess push one side of her dildo into her folds. Her cunt spread around her toy, taking it inside of her; inch by inch by inch. The sight drew a gasp from her cutie's lips, and left her shuddering as Luca impaled herself on her toy.

“Aaannnnnddd... there~! Heh..."

Several inches deep, Lucretia took in that toy until it was halfway inside of her. She then pulled away her hands, where with the strength of her pussy alone, she was capable of keeping that dildo of hers upright.

Violet's face blanked at the sight. This proud wolfess was sporting a dildo like it was a life and blood cock! She even swore she saw it throb!

Grinning, Lucretia placed her hands on her dildo and sensually stroked her fingers along it. From the base to the tip and back and again, she idly pleasured herself like it was real, while Violet continued gawking at such a mighty tool.

“Are you ready, cutie?" said Lucretia as she placed her fist on her hip, “I think it's obvious what I'm about to do to you?"

“A... are you... are you sure it w-w-will fit...?" Violet asked, to which Luca giggled.

“Oh, don't worry. I'll make it fit~" the wolfess answered, “But first..." she then pushed her hips forward, causing her tip to press against Violet's lips, “I want you to suck it. Be a good girl and lather it in your spit~"

Violet's cheeks turned bright red, a startled 'Eep!' leaving her lips as well. Just looking at this dildo was scary, and Lucretia was telling her to suck it? And what did she mean by 'make it fit'? So many questions were racing through Violet's head... and yet she parted open her mouth.

Placing her hands on Luca's toned thighs, she slowly started moving her open maw forward. Her lips met it first, planting a soft kiss on the tip of the lupine's dick. For a brief moment she hesitated, and even closed her eyes to settle her nerves. This should be easy. She's done this to her husband plenty of times. Although... her husband wasn't as well-endowed as this toy. Still, this should be easier, right? This isn't a life and blood cock! This was silicone, right? It's not like if she gave a bad blowjob, Lucretia wouldn't like it... right?

Maybe.

“Mmmmfff~~~"

“That's it. Good girl~"

Violet's plump lips parted open as she pushed Lucretia's dildo into her maw. It pushed down on her jaw as she sank it inside of her maw; inch by inch. Fuck, it was big! Almost too big! And this wasn't easy at all! There was a lot of weight pushing down on her, and its size made it difficult to breathe.

But Violet didn't pull away. Violet couldn't pull away. She stayed there, attached to Lucretia's cock. Slurping on it loudly, spit shamelessly slithered down wolfess' ebony dildo, being thick and sticky. She may not question if her oral skills were up to par, but damn did she show dedication in what she was doing. And Lucretia?

“Haaah~ That's it~" she moaned whilst groping her tit once again, “Get it nice and wet, cutie. Nice and wet~"

Her reassuring words emboldened Violet, who doubled her efforts. Her head began pulling back and forth, bobbing softly on faux cock to prepare it for its eventual insertion. Fuck. Her pussy was aching with need. She could already imagine how it would feel to have this thick member pound into her cunt. And with Lucretia's strength, she'd be sent over the moon! Violet didn't even need to be penetrated to know that Luca would fuck her unlike Aiden ever had!

She was right about one thing; Luca would fuck her unlike Aiden ever had. Just... not in the area she was thinking.

“'Kay~ I think that's good enough~" said Lucretia as she gripped Violet's head.

With a gentle tug, she pulled her lover away from her dildo, causing it to slide from her mouth with a loud 'POP!'. Violet was left panting after, only to look up as her eyes once more fell upon Luca's face.

“Turn around, cutie~" she said, “And lay your hands on the table."

Violet didn't hesitate to obey. Apprehensive though she was, nothing could stop her from standing up and spinning around. Trembles raced through her form as she placed her palms on the table in front of her, while Lucretia's green eyes traced along her body. One could hear her chuckle, and could see her lick her lips, while she located her target.

Time to fuck~

Placing one hand on Violet's hip, Lucretia held her in place. Again she trembled, but the wolfess began to squeeze and knead her, soothing her. Her other hand meanwhile grabbed the middle of her dildo, where she drew it over.

Preeesssssss~

“Hrrrgh~!"

Violet again grew tense, her eyes screwed shut in anticipation. But Lucretia's hand was still gentle, still soothing. It began to squeeze her once again, calming her down... while the wolfess continued rubbing her faux cock along her folds. Up and down, side to side, she brushed the head of her dick upon Violet's folds. She remained rigid through most of it... before finally relaxing herself.

It was just a cock. It wasn't even a living cock. She's taken her husband's plenty of times; this was easy. Of course, this was bigger than his, but hey, that's cheating; this is a toy. Even Violet had to admit that.

But Lucretia stopped rubbing her pussy... and instead brought her toy up to her ass.

“W-what!?" Violet said.

“Shhhhh...! It's okay~! Promise~" said Lucretia as she began prodding at her prey's ass, “I know what I'm doing~"

“B-b-b-but...! It's... it's big and...! I've never...! I--"

“Hey... who owns this ass?"

That question immediately silenced Violet. She opened her mouth to say a word, but nothing came out. Instead she closed her eyes, remembering vividly what she had said minutes ago. Fuck. Why did even thinking about it make her so wet? Why did it feel good to be objectified?

“Y... y... you do..." Violet whispered.

“Hm? What was that?" said Lucretia in a cocky manner, “Did you say something, cutie? I think you need to be a little louder~"

Violet clinched her teeth, shivering. Why was Luca toying with her? It made her chest swell! Dammit!

“You do!" she shouted, “You own my ass!"

“Heh heh...! That's what I fucking thought~"

That spit-covered dildo began pressing at Violet's ass once again, causing Violet to tremble. She couldn't believe this was happening, and that she was allowing it to happen. Lucretia's long, thick toy was going to fuck her ass! Wouldn't it hurt? It had to hurt, right!?

But...

Violet trusted Lucretia. As insane as it was to say, she truly trusted her. So far, Lucretia hadn't been just an exceptional lover, she had been a downright perfect one. Somehow, she knew just how to touch Violet, how to tease her, how to please her. She was doing things Aiden could never do even though they've been married for years! And the way she hungered for her body was without rival. If anyone – anyone – could fuck her ass... it was Luca.

She owned it anyway.

“Take a deep breath~" Lucretia whispered.

“Huuuuuuufff...!"

Puuuuuuuuusssssssshhhh~~~

“Hnnnmmmmffff!?!?!?"

Inch by inch by glorious inch, Lucretia began pushing her toy into Violet's trembling body. Her tight, virgin ass was spread apart, sending an odd mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. That dildo was relentless. It didn't throb, it didn't pulse! It was like a solid pole that spread apart her anal walls, forcing space open for it.

And Violet took it!

Lucretia's earlier rimming did a good job of loosening her up a bit, not to mention the spit that oozed down the toy. All that was left was for the lupine to guide her toy into Violet's awaiting anus, something she did with skill. Violet was right; Luca knew what she was doing. She made sure to push her dildo inside of her slowly, giving her time to relax to the feeling of having it driven up her ass. And whenever she grew too tense, the wolfess would knead her hip, calming her down.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeepeeer.

Lucretia slid that thick toy of hers as deep into Violet's ass as it could go. All the while, she worked it open, stretching her anus to accommodate such girth. Her cutie felt her stomach turn and twist from the pushing dildo, while her teeth were clenched, and her hands balled into fists.

Just take it! Just take it! Just take it! That's what she told herself. Just take it like some dirty slut!

Just take it!

Pat!

Take it until she could take no more...

Lucretia's strong, powerful, toned hips... were pressing up against peach-shaped ass.

Luca had done it. Luca had taken her anal virginity. No, that's not it. Luca had just claimed what rightfully belonged to her.

“How does it feel, cutie~?" she asked, making Violet shudder.

“Weird...!" she gasped back, “It feels weird! It's...! Hgghh~!"

“Heh heh heh! Oh... I remember my first time too~" Lucretia cooed, “Don't worry. I'll treat you well. Get ready for me~"

Sllliiiiiiddddeee~

“Haaaahhah~! Aah~!"

Wearing a wicked grin on her lips, Lucretia drew her hips back, causing her dildo to drag along Violet's anal walls. Her anal folds were mercilessly toyed with by that monstrous cock, grinding against them as she retreated all the way to the entrance. It felt weird having a toy stuck up her ass, and now it felt weird without it. Well... not for long...

Pat!

“OH~!"

A force was sent through Violet's body from the impact. Her ass clapped, and her tits wobbled, while her back arched upwards. Lucretia's powerful and fibrous hips smacked up against her butt, flattening them. But before she could get used to the feeling, the wolfess again pulled her hips back.

Ssssslllliiiiidddeeee~!

Pat!

“GA-HAAH~!"

Another thrust, and once more Violet's anus was pushed open. Lucretia made sure to be tender with her butt, easing it open wider and wider even when thrusting her silicone cock into her. As the seconds ticked on, her prey's ass grew looser and limber, allowing her thrusts to have an easier and easier time sliding in and out of her.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Oooh~! Hoooh~ Fuck~! Nngghh~"

“Heh heh heh! You have such a lovely voice, cutie~" Lucretia remarked, using those strong hips of hers to thrust her cock into that awaiting ass, “And your ass is so tight too~! You're gripping on me so hard. Ohh... you really, really want this, don't you?"

Lucretia's verdant eyes trailed down Violet's body, marveling at its erotic shape. Those shoulders, that narrow waist, this peach-shaped ass; all of it was perfect. Her husband was a fool for ignoring such a thing of beauty.

But, hey, his loss. In the meantime, Lucretia was going to give Violet exactly what she deserved!

Looser and looser. Harder and harder. Luca used her strength to pound her thick toy into Violet's ass. Drool started hanging from her cutie's lips as the relentless fucking to her backdoor continued on. She couldn't even focus on the fact that her ass was getting more and more limber, and she was getting used to the feeling of having that toy in her. How could she focus on it when her mind was rushing with pleasure?

“Yes~! Oh yes~! Hggghh~!"

“Ah-ha! You're getting into it now, aren't ya!" Lucretia said with a laugh as she upped the tempo of her thrusting, “Hah hah! You have quite the talent, I can tell. Nmmph~! Getting off on anal sex like this. I'm gonna make you cum through your big butt, Violet!"

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“GUAAH-HAAAH~~~!"

Like a well-oiled machine, Lucretia's hips began thrusting, driving her dildo in and out Violet's ass like she owned it. Which... yeah, they already confirmed that, didn't they? The relentless impacts sent waves through her prey's body, causing her tits to bounce with such fury that they struck against her chin! Violet's teal eyes had even doubled in size, and this knot began to tighten within her pussy.

Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh! It was coming! And it was gonna be big! Bigger than when Lucretia ate her ass out! Bigger than that!

And Lucretia knew it. So she did everything in her power to make it as explosive as it could possibly be!

A devious grin appeared on the lupine's face as she came to a halt. Given a brief respite, Violet took the time to pant and catch her breath. Lucretia meanwhile shifted the angle of her cock. Yes, this slant right here. It was perfect!

Grab!

“Wh... what?"

Puuull!

“AH~!? LUCRETIA!?"

Reaching down, Luca grabbed a handful of Violet's hair and pulled it back, forcing her back to arch. Her eyes swelled in shock as the wolfess took complete hold over her body, while her teal eyes looked over her shoulder as best she could. What she saw staring back at her was Lucretia's wicked grin.

Then came the thrusting.

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

If Lucretia was relentless before, she was downright brutal now! She gave Violet no space, no quarter! There was not one moment where her ass was empty! Luca was moving with such speed, such power, that she was always having that toy rammed into her ass, while the wolfess' voluptuous amazonian form was pressed against her back! And with each pound she took, each thrust she endured, her mind flew further and further away until...

There was nothing there. Nothing but pleasure!

“AAAAAAHH-HAAAAAAHAHHAA~~!"

SQUUUUUUIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTT!

An uproarious climax gushed from Violet's folds, spreading out like a shotgun blast that stained her thighs, as well as the table and floor beneath her. Juices as clear as water shimmered, while being thicker than syrup. It mixed with the sweat of her body, and flowed like a nigh endless river as her orgasm seemed to go on and on and on and on.

That toy stuck in her ass was clinched so hard around, that it would take the jaws of life to remove it! All the while, Violet herself wore this slutty expression. Her eyes were dazed, her mouth in this oval shape, and this orgasmic cry left her lips... before melting into something more restrained. As Lucretia clinched the curves of her waist, she pushed Violet's hips outward while grinding her dildo in her ass, drawing out her climax even further.

The squirting... the gushing... it all flowed from her cunt, spreading out... before finally tapering off into a soft dribble.

Sweat flowing down her curvy body, Violet stared at the wall in a dazed manner. All the energy in her body had left her, reducing her to nothing more than a pile of limbs. She would have fallen face forward into the table...

“Heh heh...! I gotcha..."

Had Lucretia not been there.

The strong arms of the wolfess cradled Violet, pulling her back so that she could sit with her on the couch. Weakly raising her hand, she clutched the side of the lupine's head, before turning over to gaze into her verdant eyes. Luca gazed back, wearing this softer smile than before, though it was no less sensual. Without another word, the two moved in...

“Mmmfff~"

“Mmmm~"

Their lips met in a kiss. It was slower than the frantic kisses they shared before, being more passionate... romantic even. Lucretia wasn't trying to devour her like she kissed before, instead lovingly pressing their lips against one another, while their tongues danced between them. How long did this kiss last? However long it was, it wasn't long enough for Violet.

Chu~

Their lips broke, and she stared up at Lucretia in a somewhat bashful manner.

“Luca..." she whispered.

“Ssshhhhh... hey... don't worry 'bout it, okay?" she said with that cool voice of hers, “Here... take a deep breath..."

“Huuuuuufff...!"

Puuuuuuullll!

“Nnggghh...!"

Face screwing slightly, Violet felt Lucretia pull that toy out of her abused taint. Even though she was pounding into it just moments ago, she felt the aches and pains of discomfort flow through her as the wolfess retreated. When that toy finally left her ass with an audible 'Shlip~!' Violet gasped...

“Aaah~!"

Then leaned to the side.

Looking down, her eyes fell on that glistening onyx toy, while Lucretia stared over towards her.

“So... how'd it feel cumming through your ass?" she asked.

Was the question rhetorical? Or did she genuinely want to know? Regardless, Violet answered with an enthusiastic--

“Amazing..."

“Heh heh heh! Hah hah hah hah hah hah ha! That's great to hear!" Luca laughed back.

Her boisterous laughter drew a bashful smile to Violet's lips, who looked up at the wolfess like the amazonian goddess she was. Turning over to face her completely, she leaned in, and rested her chin along her shoulder, her eyes closing. Gently, Violet's hands stroked and traveled along this beautiful, athletic body, while Lucretia gave a coy smirk her own.

“The night's still young..." the wolfess whispered, “We don't have to stop things now..."

“Are... are you sure...?" Violet asked, fretting slightly as she began prodding her fingers together, “I...! I don't know if I can..." she looked to the side, “You're relentless. It's... incredible..."

“Heh heh! Are you really that surprised?" Lucretia replied as she gave a gentle squeeze to Violet's butt, “I chase down criminals all day. I think I have more than enough energy to chase down and devour cute little prey such as yourself."

“Hmm... am I... really that... cute...? Ah...?"

Placing her hand on Violet's chin, Lucretia gently tipped her head up so that the two could look at one another. The green eyes of the wolfess; did their shine every dull? Were they always glowing and radiant like emeralds? Violet wondered.

“Oh... you're not just cute... you are delectable~" Lucretia remarked, before... “Mmmfff~"

“Mmmmm~"

Their lips met in another kiss.

That kiss told Violet everything she needed to know. It was going to be a loooooooooong night!

…

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

“Huh...?"

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrmm...

“Wh... wuzzat...?"

Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

“Wh... what?"

“Heh heh... wakey wakey... cutie~"

Teal eyes fluttered open. Had... had she fallen asleep? She knew she was drained but... she didn't think she was that drained. Then again, when has she had sex that's gone on for that long and has been that pleasurable.

Has she ever had sex that's gone on for that long and has been that pleasurable? No. Never.

Violet rose her head up. She was in a car, one with black leather seats. A two-door convertible, it had a black surface with hard, straight edges. It was a sexy and stylish vehicle... befitting for the sexy and stylish wolfess who drove it.

Looking over, Violet's eyes fell on Lucretia. The wolfess was grinning, one hand resting on the steering wheel, while the other hand laid on the divider between them. Casually she drove through the streets of Document City, as lampposts and the lights of other cars danced along her statuesque visage. Seeing her do something even as simple as driving, was enough to draw a smile to Violet's lips.

“Luca..." she whispered whilst straightening up in her seat, “Aaah... you were... haah... that was remarkable..." she leaned back, “Uggh... my body's sore..."

“Heh heh... sorry 'bout that," said the wolfess with a sheepish chuckle, “Sometimes when I get with little cuties like yourself, I just can't contain myself! Maybe I should've gone a little easier on you."

“N-no. Don't say that," Violet replied as she softly shook her head, “If... if I wanted you to stop, I would've asked you to... although..." she wiggled her hips, “It... it stings to sit. I think you were a little too passionate when it came to my butt..."

“Heh heh... sorry..."

That kind apology drew a wider smile to Violet's lips, who looked up at Lucretia in a bashful manner. She didn't understand how this wolf operated. Earlier in the club, she was this daunting mistress, one who took control over the situation and over here. She said all the right words, and played the role of a domineering paramour to perfection.

But now that it was all over and she was driving her home, Lucretia's personality had changed. She was affable and kind, still holding this strength to her, but it was gentle and sweet. It was similar to when they were talking at the bar, before their affair occurred.

Their affair. Oh, it was sickening to think about... and yet, Violet felt no shame. Quite the opposite, really; she felt exhilarated. It was thrilling to participate in something so... scandalous! Would Violet Stone ever do something so sordid? And in a public place no less? Absolutely not! Well, until tonight, of course!

In the next coming days, her outlook on this tryst would change significantly. There were no doubts in her mind that she'd feel extreme shame over what she had done. But right here, right now, as Lucretia drove her home, Violet felt nothing but elation.

“Let's see, let's see..." mumbled the wolfess as she pulled off the road and into a nearby parking lot, “This is the place, right? Bi-County Apartments, right?"

Pausing for a moment, Violet looked up through the windshield of Lucretia's car. In front of her was the familiar image of her apartment complex. From this angle, she could even see the exact location of her apartment. Seeing it caused her to blush, then look down, and then look over, where she saw Luca's smiling face stare back at her.

“Y-yeah. This is it," Violet said as she smiled bashfully.

“'Kay then. Run along, little cutie. It was a fun time we spent tonight."

“Oh... it was... amazing..." she mumbled back.

Removing her seat belt, Violet prepared to exit the car... only to turn and face Lucretia one more time. Without warning, she embraced the wolfess, who chuckled back... before giving a hug in return. The two sat in her car, hugging for what felt like an eternity, before leaning upright to press their lips together in one final kiss.

It wasn't to last.

“Chu~ Heh... see ya 'round, cutie," said Lucretia as Violet pulled back.

She nodded in a bashful manner, and then opened the door. But as she stepped out of it...

“Hey, cutie, wait a sec," said Luca, stopping her.

“Hm? Is something wrong?" she asked.

Opening up her armrest's storage compartment, the wolfess reached inside where she pulled out a pen and notepad. Head tilted to the side, Violet watched as she scribbled something upon the notepad, before tearing out said note. Folding it up, the wolfess turned to face her, and then--

Sliiidde!

“There! Heh heh! Keep that safe!"

She slid that folded note between Violet's tits.

Blushing, she looked down at her cleavage in confusion, before looking back up to face Lucretia. The wolfess gave a cheeky grin back, before raising her hand to blow her a kiss.

Pulling back, Violet closed the door, then stood idly by as Lucretia backed up out of the parking lot, exited onto the roads, and then drove away, eventually vanishing from view. She reached out for the wolfess' car, only to stop and pull back in. No. This night was over. It was time for her to return to her life.

Like a teenager that had been out far past their bedtime, Violet quickly yet silently rushed up towards her apartment. She feared one of their neighbors would see her in such clothing, and would possibly ask questions. Instead – at this time of night – the halls of the apartment complex were empty. Everyone must have been asleep. What time was it, anyway?

Oh! Oooooooh. It was, like, 5 AM. Yikes, it was super late! Aiden would be home by now! What if he was awake? What would she say when he asked what she was doing? What if he noticed the bite mark on her neck? Or the smell radiating from her body? How would she answer those questions!?

Well...

Eeeeaaaaaarrrrrrk!

The door to her apartment opened up, and all Violet saw was darkness. Stepping inside...

Thump!

“Gah!? Wh-what!?"

What? She kicked something? What was it? Quickly flicking on the lights to her home, she came face to face with her messy living room. That thing she kicked? It was just one of her son's balls. There was nothing out of place with her apartment; everything was quiet. As it should be at this time of night.

Closing the door behind her, Violet entered deeper into her home, being as quiet as she could. She tiptoed around her son's discarded toys before stopping at his door. Pushing it open eeeeveeer so slowly, she peered inside to see...

“Ah... Junior."

He was sleeping in his bed, blissfully unaware of his mother's watchful eye. Good, good. She was almost worried that Aiden or their babysitter would mess things up.

Ah... her husband...

Pulling back, Violet stared down the hall towards her bedroom. Even quieter than before, she walked towards the door and sloooowwwwwlllly pushed it open. Inside was just as dark as outside, and resting on the bed, his face in the pillows as soft snores left his lips...

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...!"

Was Aiden.

A reassuring gasp left Violet's lips as she stared at her slumbering husband, happy that he wasn't awake tonight. That gave her more time to create whatever lies she'd tell him come tomorrow morning. Knowing him, he'd believe her if she said all she did was enjoy an expensive restaurant, and then spent the rest of the night at a local spa.

It wouldn't be completely different. Lucretia certainly helped her unwind in her own unique way.

As a sordid smile appeared on her lips, Violet slipped into her bathroom, prepared to take a shower. But as she turned on the lights, she paused and looked at herself in the mirror. She almost looked like a completely different person. She certainly felt like a different person. This woman in the mirror wasn't Violet Stone. This woman was someone else.

After all, who'd ever expect boring, bland Violet Stone of doing something so obscene?

Looking towards her shower stall, Violet prepared herself to return to her normal, mundane life. A nice, long, hot shower was all she needed to cleanse away the signs of her affair. But as she prepared to remove her clothes, she stopped and looked at her cleavage. Oh, right; that note! What was it Lucretia gave her?

Reaching inside, Violet pulled it out and unfolded the note.

Cutie

Graphite Apartments Room 39D

It said.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe...

Maybe...

Maybe she'll be seeing Lucretia 'around' much sooner than she expected.