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Chapter 4:

By the time she reached her apartment, all the streets and even the bars had closed down for the night - and the halls of the complex were barely lit with dim, halfway burnt out bulbs that lined the halls. She fumbled with her keys in the darkness - raggedy-gloved fingers numb from the cold, finally managing to get it in the hole and twisting it to open it to her apartment.

While she didn't quite live in squalor, everything was barebones. The walls were plain - paint peeling from ages of neglect - even when she moved in, she hadn't bothered to apply a new coat. It wasn't a matter of money - if she needed to, she could've just done the work herself. But who would see it other than her? The customers of Dick's Drinks often rented out cushy VIP rooms in the establishment or in love hotels that dotted the entirety of Los Diablos.

She let out a deep sigh, as she approached the window, opening the blinds to see the christmas lights which still lined the neighborhood, casting a glow all around the city, even in the red-light districts - there was the crude framework of a bikini-clad reindeer girl made completely of such lights, opening her legs to reveal the store sign of one of the local club. She then looked back to the treeless, lightless room. It wouldn't have mattered if she had put up decorations. There was no one to share it with. No one at all.

Her cell phone dinged. A message. She looked at her phone. Bit her lip. No. She had to be up early tomorrow - or rather, this morning. The club may be closed, but she wanted to make sure that all the dishes were washed and all the floors were swept in the aftermath of the customers who stampeded through Dick's Drinks the previous night. They'd have to be ready for the night of the 25th anyhoo - a lot of customers stopped by on the week from the 24th all the way to the 1st of the New Year. Lonely folks. Desperate folks. Rich folks. Depraved, sick folks.

Much like herself. Much like Athaulf - the one she called 'daddy.'

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Kari shifted in her seat on the locker room bench - her puffy cunny already dripping with need - smelling the thick musk off of the massive wolf with hands the size of her head - proven as his pawtips caressed the sides of her face

Normally, such weirdos approached her before the match. However, his eye had lost its playful spark ever since they had locked eyes after the match.

"Don't want to lock you in this deal," he explained, as he set his humongous paws on her bare, toned, lean shoulders - pressing the pads of the tips into her firmly, but gently - careful to only settle his claws onto her.

The presence of those strong paws actually made her relax as she felt...safe all of a sudden. Her hardened gaze faltered. The mouse shook her head. "I-it's not that." Her eyes rose once more to meet his. "It's a painful word. But..." She forced a corner of her mouth up as best she could to offer a saccharine smile. "I guess you don't go into this business without a want for that." She narrowed her gaze at him. "So I guess...claim your prize, 'daddy.'"

Athaulf quirked an eyebrow and held up his massive paws in front of himself. "Oh come now, it's like you expect me to just use you and leave you like a used condom."

Her eyes widened. "Well, I mean, that's all you all come here to do..." She tilted her head in bewilderment.

His face contorted as he considered the words. "Point. But I mean...come on, you're a sweet young thing. Got your life ahead of ya. It's Christmas."

She stared at the one-eyed behemoth of a wolf. For the first time, she studied the features of his face. In spite of his massive build, it was lean - gaunt from age. The eyepatch wasn't just for show. There was a scar starting from the outside of his cheek ending up on his forehead right in the center. The guy was grizzled. Old. Was he some sort of cradle robber? She was over 18. She found herself shifting away from him. "Wh-what? What do you mean by that...?"

"Yes or no. It's a simple choice, isn't it?"

Her whole body tensed - the heat flushing through her entire body. The match had left her too horny to consider anything other than the obvious choice.

She slid between his legs, settling upon her knees as he sat upon the locker room bench,. She started to pull down his trunks - allowing the massive member to flop free. He was huge. A lot of the males who did were. You didn't sign up to pound guys and girls and then pound them again without having pornstar fitting equipment. But Athaulf's member was almost the size of her forearm - if not larger. Some eight or maybe even nine inches at least.

She caressed the member with her swollen cheek, feeling her heart skip a beat as Athaulf caressed her cheek once more. His hands were callosued. And she noted all the scars on his body - he didn't wear them proudly, didn't strut and show them off. They just were. And those calloused hands - without the gloves, it was like he was handling a dandelion, for fear of allowing it to scatter.

Her own calloused paws took his massive sack and she started to grope and massage it - kneading the massive balls aching to release. With her other paw, she held it within her grip - it was almost too thick for her paw to wrap all the way around. She stroked, pulled it with her grip - attempting to milk the juices from it as the large veteran of a wolf let out a rumbling, growling groan - his chiseled legs tightening as his pent up libido prepared to unleash itself.

Opening wide, she bobbed her head down onto the massive member - tongue slipping just along the tip of his massive wolf cock as her lips slipped down his shaft - muffled moaning mumbling and rumbling from her.

She felt the wolf's massive hands clutch the back of her head. "Th-that's a good girl, haaah, hfnnn....!" he moaned out, biting his lip before his face broke out into a burst of panting - eyes closing as he leaned back - muscles contracting, tensing, sack tightening underneath her grip.

Her lidded eyes looked up to him - and as if he knew - his eyes opened to look back into her's. "Good girl. Good kitten. Pumpkin. Drink all that daddy has to give. Mnnf...." He closed his eyes and threw his head back - a growl rumbling from his chest. "H-haaah!" He then started to bark and growl as it burst forth.

She felt his sticky, salty spunk jet against the back of her throat - a restrained half-gag catching in her throat, as she drank deep - the amount spilling from her lips. As good as she had become sucking dick having practiced on the customers of Dick's Drinks, she still couldn't keep it all down - as as she drew back, it spilled out from her lips as she coughed some of it up - dribbling from her lips, falling onto the tiled floor beside his feet, pooling there. So much. It was so much.

"S-such a mess," he rumbled - a mischievous grin on his face as he gazed down to her. Her eyes were half-lidded, drunk on the scent, on the taste - on having been knocked out only to have to service the winner in the locker room. "And such a messy naughty girl. Gonna have to punish you."

She was still trying to make sure she could breathe properly after having the member stuffed down her throat when she felt his paws slip under her arms and lift her up. Suddenly, she felt him pierce her, slam into her - hilting inside her tiny, slickened pussy, forcing her eyes wide open with a shrill squeak!

"Yes! God yes, that's what I want to hear. Tell me how much you love daddy's cock."

Immediately he started to pump himself into her, pounding her - and her moan vibrated as he quickly accelerated into a jackhammer into her - and she felt her eyes roll back into her head. "ahhhhHHHHHHnnnNNNNNN!!!"

"Tell me how much you love it."

"I-I love it so much," she whined out.

"Tell me how much you want it." She felt his fangs clamp down on one of her ears, as she yelped.

"G-give...give me more. I want more...!"

For a moment, he slowed. A snail's pace. Drawing back out and sliding back in. Rocking into her slowly, drawing a pained, whiny, needy whimper from her cum-soaked lips. "Tell me how much..."

It was then he RAMMED his cock into her. "How much YOU." WHAP. "LOVE." WHAP. "ME!"

"I...I..." She mewled, the ear not held up by his fangs wilting, flattening submissively. "I love you, daddy..."

She could feel his grin upon her ear, as he started hammering into her once more - the slapping off their nectar-stickied fur resounding through the tiled room, each slap indistinguishable from the next before she SQUEAL!ed and her honey flooded and mixed with his second set of sticky white ropes flooding her depths - dribbling from where her cunny melt his hilt, and pooling onto the bench, then onto the tile floor.

She felt his arms wrap around her - his heart beat thumping against her lean, bared back. So warm.

For the first time in a long time, she felt...

Warm.