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I Owe Him That Much

By Laz Briar

If we get outta' this, I'm gonna rock his world.

Loona didn't think of herself of someone that made a lot of commitments, unless it was a new choker or pic on Hellagram. Promises were dumb. They backfired and people didn't keep their word, and why would they? It's fucking Hell, nobody owed you anything, except maybe a knife in the back. And yet. . . despite that, she was compelled to do this. She definitely "owed" it, that was certain. Then, she kinda' wanted to do it.

Okay, flashback. So, like, months ago she and her family got into some serious shit, way beyond anything Loona could've expected. Trying to piece it back together in her head was hard, so many of the details were murky, murky like brackish, foul water. The best way she could put it was, Blitz got his ass in trouble, again, and she had to pull him outta' the fire. Or, in that case, the ocean.

But it was way more serious than that. Half the West Side got turned upside down. Weirdo, cultish mobs took the streets, and black, cold water drowned the highways. It was surreal. Worse, IMP got all mixed into it, because of the guy. You know, the guy, the guy she was seeing tonight. His name was Jack, or, that's what he called himself. He was a doofus, but he was weirdly scary. And interesting?

Would you believe he was the son of that fella' that knocked over the Sugary Chigurh all those years ago? No shit, same one. Here's the kicker, that shadowy man, "Thief" he just went by, hitched with Angel fucking Dust, and they were a couple, and. . . yeah. IMP had a brush with the two, and everything went topsy turvy. If it doesn't sound like a great explanation, that's because summarizing what went down in a few breaths was impossible. It'd put you in the crazy house, locked up (brr).

The more important detail was that, despite everything, Jack, he helped Loona. He proved himself capable, and he put his life on the line not just to keep Loona safe (and by extension Octavia), but her da- Blitz, too. That meant something. They didn't know each other that well before everything went to shit, and she mainly considered him a strange friend up to that point. But what he did was, well, she couldn't forget it. He was easy on the eyes, too, that helped.

Seriously, though, walking into the heart of a cultic mob to save Blitz from certain death was a big deal. And, she told herself, she'd get him back. She owed him that much. So here she was.

A night like this wasn't her strong suit. Was it a date? Ehh, maybe? She texted Jack she wanted to meet up and he got back to her in his own little way and they agreed to meet at the Shadow Heart building. It, apparently, had accommodations for them and Jack thought'd it be nice to check it out. Probably family bias. The tower now belonged to Angel Dust and his husband, with the monolith built up over the past month or so, a humming hive of robust activity with Imps, newly hired Sinners, and guard Hounds all crowding the place. Not her style.

Impressive though. She'd got a cab and waited outside the tower's exterior, where it speared into the sky with polished black metal, the Shadow Heart symbol blaring out to face the rest of Pentagram City. It didn't take long for Jack to find her, and she could hear him coming, his buzzing motorcycle cutting through the chaotic sounds of the City.

When he found her, he was. . .

"Oh."

So you know why Jack was an oddity? Because he looked human, mostly. Technically. That was his "foundation." His hair was coiffed and swept in handsome fashion with a pale white streak, but complimented by black edges. His eyes too were eerie, silver and shivering, like a ghost.

But he wasn't that, right now. He was "wearing" the Shadow Hound, a disguise of sorts that let him fit in the City without drawing attention. Jack had this whole weird vigilante, change-the-system thing going on, Loona didn't know, she didn't get into it. Therefore, how he usually looked was not a good idea to waltz around in, so, he picked a different look. And, well, Loona really liked it.

Solid black leather jacket and matching pants, the whole biker fetish thing. But his frame was a tall wolfish thing, like a Hellhound. He ate the light around him, his ebon fur cutting a shape of black out of the neon blitz. Broad shouldered but not overly bulky, a stealthy predator. Not too much, not too little.

"Whoa," Jack would say, padding up to her. He set aside his biker helmet, a shape of scarlet metal fashioned like a wolf skull. "Loona. . ."

His scarlet eyes looked her up and down. "You look. Um. Amazing."

This guy had stared some of the scariest monstrosities down with nothing but a knife and he acted like a pup. Haha, cute.

In fairness, Loona put it on a little thick. Her frame was adorned in a black dress that went up the hips and complimented her pentagram choker. She had a few studs in her ears and painted her claws an incandescent black. She even did her hair up in a wolftail, just for fun.

She looked him over. "Thanks."

"Not bad yourself, Jackie boy," she added.

He scratched his head. "Oh, really? Well, I kinda threw it on, I don't really have a. . . suit."

Here, Loona allowed herself a devious smirk. "I wouldn't worry about it."

She gestured at the building. "So? Show me what the big deal is."

Before Jack processed what she said, he glanced to the tower. "Huh? Oh! Right."

He cleared his throat as his tail flicked in uncertain patterns. Haha. Loona threw her arm around his and whapped him with her own. "Take it easy, dude, we're gonna' have a good time."

That calmed him enough as he took a breath. Jeeze. Big scary wolf guy all shook up by little ol' Loona? Hah. Oh, she understood. If the fucking fanart and thirst posts were anything to go by he was basically dating a celebrity. Difference was. . . he was getting the real deal.

They waltzed through busy crowds on the exterior, into the building's foyer to see a sprawl of busy guards and Imps. The life blood cells to this immense place, the whole reason it could move. Thief and Angel were, apparently, Overlords now, and if you wanted to play a big game like that you had to show up for it. Way too big and stupid for Loona, she liked to keep it simple and less annoying.

"It's weird seeing this," Jack said, eyes studying all the movement. "I'm used to it with slum lords and gangbangers, but, my own family?"

Loona couldn't tell if he said this in approval.

"Blitz would be all over it," she tossed back. "All we've got is that shitty little office, and what, I'm supposed to be head of security too? Get real."

"I'm sure nothing gets by you."

Loona cast him a look. Dork. "So, where's our fancy treatment, prince?"

Jack blinked. "Prince?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're the kid, you're the heir, makes you royalty, right. So, chop chop, shouldn't we have the best suite in the house?"

Realizing he had a lady to impress, Jack's stature straightened. "Right, right. I did say I was dropping by. . ."

And, as if on cue, a silhouette appeared. He was as tall as Jack with sleek, gunmetal fur, a visor covering his eyes, frame covered by a suit. He looked between Jack and Loona.

"Mister Jack. Miss Loona."

They said nothing.

"I am Anton. I was informed of your arrival. You've been prepared a private room on 72, if you'll follow me."

His words were direct and short, a voice like warm oil. Jack wasn't convinced, however. "And. . . you are?"

"Head of Security."

Anton began to march away, expecting the two to follow. Jack didn't look convinced, but his modus operandi was skepticism, so it tracked. Loona reassured him with a soft arm squeeze. "C'mon. Too noisy in all this shit."

So they followed. Anton's presence cut through the crowds as he led them to a gilded elevator, inputting the data to take them to the 70thfloor. For Jack, that was a sizeable figure. The whole thing was at least 100 floors, similar to The Commission's derelict tower from a few years ago.

"Last time I was in an elevator, things didn't go well for me," he joked, forcing a chuckle. Again, his tail swept back and forth. Loona looked up at him.

"Uh. . . huh?"

"Nothing, hah. You know, tall buildings, disasters, always a thing, right?" said Jack, trying to recover.

Loona chuckled too, though more at Jack's inability to navigate this little 'date' of theirs. Didn't matter. She'd have him preoccupied soon enough.

"Yeah, I guess," she said. "Assholes do like sitting around in big towers, sure."

Anton said nothing.

Thankfully, Jack didn't have to mule over his conversation for too long. The elevator hummed until it reached the designated floor, chiming as the gilded frames slid open to reveal a luxurious floor of scarlet matched to a patterned wall of gold hearts.

"Floor seventy," said Anton. "You will find room seventy-two at the end, courtesy of our benefactors."

Jack shot the guard hound a look. "The benefactors?" Strange way to refer to his parents.

Loona, however, was eager to move things along and tugged Jack by the arm. "C'mon."

The doors shifted close as Anton gave them a stony look through his visor. "Man of few words," commented Jack as Loona pulled him along. "Where'd they get that guy, anyway?"

Loona chuffed. Jeeze, was he really that distracted? Since they first met way back at The Midwitch - the nice little hangout where Loona would talk with Via - Jack was always observant in a fight-y sort of way. He seemed to view his surroundings as a plot, a big scheme, sizing things up. Guess she didn't totally blame him given how things went. Still, though, she wasn't getting all done up for nothing!

Guess she'd take a direct approach. She pretended to stumble and drop her black sling purse, breaking away from Jack. Then, in completely impractical fashion, she leaned down to pick it up, keeping her rump straight in the air. Her short black dress snuck up her slender hips and showed off a hint of her haunches, the buxom cheeks complimented by a thin slip of panties.

"Ah, dammit," she said, even wiggling her hips in slow tosses, smirking to herself. As for Jack, his eyes helplessly locked on the 'full moon' but quickly darted away. Then. . . darted back. It wasn't like he was shy around girls (maybe just Loona). Gals like Mynerva, who were a lot of wolf, had put the moves on him before. Not like Pentagram City was a strange to bare tits and ass or whatever you fancied.

Still, he wanted to maintain his composure, didn't want to just be another guy trying to get knot-deep in the girl. Loona, however, had other ideas, straightening up and adjusting her dress.

"Guess I'm just clumsy tonight."

Jack blinked, ears perking. "Er."

She pat him on the cheek. "C'mon, nerd, room seventy-two awaits."

She padded down the hall, making sure to stay a step ahead of Jack and tossed her hips in exaggerated fashion, each step a hypnotic sway matched by the metronome of her tail

Can't look at a gal like that, much less Loona, and not feel something. And for Jack, it was so much more, because for the first time in, well, forever, he felt like he had a friend. She took his word on a lot of things, and in a place like Pentagram City, that meant something. It helped she was definitely his type.

And. . . her perky ass and hint of lace did the trick too. The wolf in him was hungry, and it whispered a silent mantra: take, mate, breed.

He followed her, shuddering. Was that really him? The growing surge of instinct, the rising heat in his chest? After all, this Shadowhound body was just that: a body. It was like a shell, even, a form to help him blend with the darkest parts of Hell. His technological cohort, "Base," created it for him, but Jack didn't think the Hound would sport all these. . . features. He was even "equipped" down there because Base insisted it would come in handy, given the seedy nature of Pentagram City. Jack didn't know if he believed that, but given how things were going thus far, he'd have to thank the tower of screens.

Room seventy-two was lavish in general, with the Shadow Heart symbol emblazoned on the front in shimmering gold. Jack studied in brief, curious, even sniffing at the metal. Mom and dad really jumped up a notch, huh? Last he visited they were in that run down home on the South Side as a gift from Charlie, a fixer-upper. But after all that business with the drowning cultists, they changed. They grew, in power and posture. They really were Overlords now, and Jack didn't know what to make of it.

Once again, Loona noted Jack's attention affixed to the door. She smacked his hips with her tail.

"Eyes on the prize, Jackie boy."

Seriously, she didn't get all done up for nothing! At least, her words worked, and Jack was giving her all his attention. She intended to keep it that way.

Once inside, the interior was a suite, courtesy of Jack's adoptive family. It granted a sweeping vista of the hellish city, once again providing a view that imposed an endless horizon of neon-crowned spokes. Time and time again Jack gazed at it with anger and awe, to think a place could house such corruption and go on for what seemed like forever. The reds of the city and sky were, however, cut off by the interior which granted calming lights. It held a modular kitchen, place to bathe, center living room with roundtable couches, and of course, a bed for two. Three if you were feeling adventurous, four if you were hedonistic.

"Whoa," gawked Loona. "Holy shit, I think I can see Imp City from here."

She strode through the interior, peering out the window. "Yep. Still a shithole, even from up here."

Jack was impressed too. He was used to. . . practical accommodations, not so much luxury. When the door shut, the reality of the situation fell on him - he was alone with one well dressed Loona, and when her eyes met his again, she grinned.

"You're pent up, dude."

Jack's ears flattened and he blushed. "Huh?"

"But heeey," Loona said, flicking her silver-gray hair. "Good news for us both, so'm I. Can't remember the last time I got laid," she muttered.

"Look, Loona," Jack began.

"Loona what? Seriously, Jackie? What, you gonna' be a boyscout here and now? You and I know what we want. Don't be a doofus."

He couldn't help it. "You're really pretty."

She rolled her eyes. "What a ladykiller."

"I mean it! And I don't want to mess up what we have. You're a friend, and you get me."

He glanced to the side. "A lot of people don't."

"Don't pull that dark loner stuff on me, stud. Lotta' wannabe emo boys that try to hook up with me. Shit gets old."

Jack said nothing.

Loona sighed, setting aside her sling purse. "Hey. Man. C'mon. Take it easy. I wanted this, and. . . I owe it you anyway."

Jack's tail flicked. "I don't want you to owe me."

"Ya' sure? Could get me to do all sorts of crazy shit for ya."

She pantomimed her eyes rolling up and tongue hanging out. "Oh Jack! Please! Pump my pussy full of puppies!"

At that, Jack audibly coughed. "L-Loona!"

And she just cackled. "Lighten' up! This is supposed to be fun, and I didn't get prettied up for nothing. This isn't my style, ya' know, and I am getting some dick tonight."

She winked at him now, wearing a wolfish grin. "That's either you or somebody else. And I prefer the guy I'm looking at."

Loona was still in shock that the taller, broad-shouldered Hellhound - er, pseudo-Hellhound - was as shy as he was. Or was it that he didn't gaze at her like a piece of street meat? Outside of her obvious visual flirting, anyway. The amount of creeps and chuds that dropped lackluster one-liners on Loona was enough to make her blood boil - enough plenty of guys lost a few teeth. And limbs. Jack was decent, she'd give him that. But all the decency had him play it so stern and stiff. He could fight his way through a mob, put in front of her? Hah!

She had to take the lead, but whatever, it was a nice change of pace.

"C'mon Jack, just relax."

He chuckled, rubbing the scruff of his neck. "It's not you, I promise."

"Oh, really?"

Before he could speak, Loona strode to him, glancing at him with those come-hither, bedroom eyes. All at once her presence washed over him, scent of earthy hound and perfume mingling to create an alluring ambrosia. Was that Jack, or the body he wore? It was supposed to be a disguise, this frame, and yet it seemed to take on a mind of its own. When he breathed her in, it was like a beast stirred, one sensing the proximity of another, filling his thoughts with a single word: want.

Guess the ladies of the Underworld weren't on his mind much, what with his rampant vigilantism. But here, finally, Loona was so close, staring up at him with those eyes, where the sneak of her pert cleavage was visible hugged by the black dress to accentuate her shapely silhouette. She pressed into him, her chest squishing against his, and a wave of excited warmth rushed through him. His ears flagged, Jack's tail twitching in eager fashion.

It hit him, all at once.

Whoa.

He reached down to feel her sides and all the heat of her body poured into him. Softness and fur and woman. Proximity, gravity of another. Like meat to a hungry dog his mind wound up, licking its chops.

"Theeere he is," chided Loona. She purred, huffing as those tough, wolfish hands squeezed at her sides. It had been a while since she did anything like this. Blitz basically curbstomped any johnny-come-lately who tried to get familiar with Loona.

But like him, she had wants. And right now she wanted to fucking ride.

"Now, about what I owe you . ."

There was enough of himself for Jack to protest, but Loona raised a finger. "Dude. Shut up."

Instead, her palm dashed to Jack's covered groin, squeezing and rubbing the region. She could feel the bulky dimensions of Jack's hidden length, and here Loona offered a voracious grin. "Nmm, now that's what I'm fuckin' talking about."

Some of it was strange to Jack because the shadowy Hound body was really meant as a disguise. Why would Base - the "designer" - give him, uh, equipment down there?

The wolf part of his brain, however, snapped back. Ya' really gonna complain now?

Once he heard a button undone and zipper loosen, Jack shut up right quick.

Loona snickered. "Ever play break my choker, Jackie boy?"

"Uhh. . ."

"Didn't think so."

Loona slipped to her knees, brushing back her grey bangs while she licked her chops. Once Jack was "freed," his ebon inches sprang free, soft but still girthy, enough they swatted Loona on the cheek as the canid meat flung free.

"Whoa."

Jack glanced down, blushing. "Uh, h-heh, I'm a grower not a shower, I mean, I think. . ."

Loona flushed, her muzzle slightly agape and eyes widening.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! She thought. Don't tell me I bit off more than I can chew. . .

Then again. . . she couldn't turn down nice fat dick like this.

She gripped the base and squeezed, glancing up with a wild, voracious expression. Jack groaned, the heat of her digits sending waves of electric tingles throughout him, causing his cock to stiffen. Loona continued to stroke until the thing engorged to its heavy-set length, and she had to pause once again to make sure she wasn't getting into something she couldn't handle.

"You were packin' a howitzer and you never told me?" she chided. "Bad boy."

Jack's breathing hastened, and the heat of arousal was getting to him. "Huff. Guess I surprise even myself."

Loona returned her gaze to the shadowy ebon "flesh." Within, she could feel herself growing warmer, an incessant need stirring within. That same proximity, the need, the want to be coupled was disposing with amicable pretenses and shifting her thoughts into that of a ravenous she-beast.

"Guess I oughta' kiss ya' first," she chuffed.

At once, she pecked the wolf's tip with a slow kiss, then again, then once more. Her lips smacked, leaving behind a little glaze of lipstick. "Mmmh." She purred with each bess, sounds of her maw touching the crown filling the room. Jack shuddered, his body tensing again while Loona used her soft palm to stroke his inches as she "attended" to him with intimate smooches on his twitching cock.

"Haha, god," she chided, "what, you never had somebody work ya' over before? Jeeze, Jack, when's the last time you got laid?"

He didn't respond, not at once. "Er. Aheh. Well."

At this, Loona cackled. "You could literally get sucked off by a Succubus a block down and you act like it's your first time. Maybe you needed this more than me."

That was only a half lie, because brr, Loona wanted it. Blitz's antics kept any kind of relationship on ice, the ultimate cock block if you were trying to move in on Loona. Frankly, the only reason he was even "okay" with this date night was because of what Jack had done. You can take my daughter out, but only if you save our family from certain death.

Of course, Loona left out the "throating my friend's" dick part.

She engulfed the tip, wrapping her soft, warm lips around it, before releasing it with a loud pop. Her cheeks flushed, because Jack's masculine aroma and her own wolfish desires were shifting into gear. Her mind raced, she felt herself tremble at the thought of being mounted, and a little whisper in her brain simply said more.

But first. . . the main course. Jack's knotted flank of shadowy, delicious wolf cock was as hard as steel in her stroking hand, trembling with each stroke.

"Mmf."

She smacked the length against her cheek a few times, before offering another dark chuckle, procuring a surprised but satisfied moan from Jack. She nuzzled the tip into her again, smirking. "Oh, like that, huh? Guess you do have a fuckin' weak spot after all."

She smiled, opening her mouth to smack the tip against her hanging maw, giving a dark giggle as she observed her partner's reaction. "Aaaahmmhm."

Jack was stunned - astonished even. He remembered when he was "with" Mynerva, and more like the bigger Hellhound set her sites on him. She was a wild gal, but even she wasn't as. . . expressive as Loona. And she wasn't exactly a friend, just a one night kinda' thing. This was different, but in the best possible ways.

He was tempted to start rutting, the animal within just wanting to snatch her hair and bury his shaft throat deep into her, but he didn't. She did a good job taking the lead, anyway.

Loona, in the meantime, proceeded to stop toying with her food. Her nose flared and lips squeezed around the wolfish bellend once again, suckling a bit then releasing. She repeated this a few times, letting the tip rest on her tongue, before finally pushing her head forward to bring the inches into her maw. She stopped just short of the knot, figuring that'd be for later.

"Mmmslkkk. . ."

Jack gazed in bewilderment, absorbing the image of the pretty Hellhound engulfing his cock into her tight, warm throat. She perched herself on knees, her curvy, perky rump jutting out as her tail swept in satisfied sways, small trails of saliva and lipstick dribbling from her caressing lips. She chuckled with each bob and stroke of her skilled oral grasp, the light dancing off her white fur and sleek grey hair, Jack grunting with soft moans at each motion she made.

She paused, letting the inches rub and smother her lips while her free palm cupped Jack's warm testes. "Oughta' consider yourself lucky, hehehe, I don't really do this for other guys."

Jack was beside himself, uncertain if he believed her or not. Pentagram City was a seedy place, after all, and your hall of past partners could be. . . expansive.

Loona proceeded to kiss the tip and shafts, travelling down the length of ebon shadow-flesh, nuzzling as she went. "He's just begging for my attention," she simpered, reaching the fat orbs. "So heavy and pent up, eh Jackie boy?"

Jack arched his head, exhaling with a heavy, hot sight. "Erg, yeah, you could say that."

Loona snickered again, panting as her lips pressed against the heavy orbs and smooched each with delicate presses, giggling as she returned to the wolf's tip. Now, she engulfed the flank once again, but this time with renewed enthuse, pulling the nine solid inches into her throat, gagging and suckling noises filling the private suite. The chaotic, muffled ambiance of Pentagram City mixed with Loona's abrupt sweeps, drawing Jack into her as she serviced his twitching, trembling malehood.

"Mmmmhmhm. . ."

Each stroke and sweep of her tight oral grip she mumbled with dark laughter, releasing Jack as a bridge of saliva stuck to her mouth and his length. "Fuck, hang on, this thing is gettin' annoying. . ."

Jack watched as she yanked at her form-fitting black dress, peeling it away so her slender yet curvaceous form popped free. Pentagram lace hid her prudency, though she tugged at her black bra and tossed that aside too. Her dark, exotic nips were visible through the streak of alabaster fur, both pierced, complimented by her pentagram choker.

At the sight, Jack had never realized how much he'd wanted to see Loona as bare as the day, and what he wouldn't give to feel every inch of her. Guess he'd get that opportunity sooner than later, though Loona wasn't done with him.

"Better," she said, rolling her tongue around the shaft once again. "Tell ya' the truth Jackie boy I could prooobably suck on this all night. But we've got shit to do!"

She bolted on his cock, engulfing the hot ebon inches once again, but this time with a renewed, feverish ferocity. Jack let off a surprised but pleased grunt. Each stroke of Loona's head sent waves of wet, radiating heat throughout his spike, and his twitching inches wanted nothing more than to knot Loona's inviting pussy. Her actions drowned his wolfish mind with strange, arousing thoughts, thoughts foreign to his usually reserved and "normal" self.

"Fuuuck meee. . ." he groaned, astonished he could even feel something this pleasantly intense.

"Ifh yoush inshist," grinned Loona, her cheek filled with his throbbing inches.

She worked him like every gallery girl in the Black Peach, her soft, supple lips working overtime as she swept in lewd dives and rises. Her tits bounced and wobbled together, jewelry sounding off with little perverse chimes like she were a dolled up harlot, her giggles muffled as she buried the ebon bone deep in her throat. Each stroke indeed bulged her throat, and if she wasn't a pro, she'd cough, gag, and sputter. But she could handle it well enough.

"Nnmmf, mmf, hm!"

Here, Loona proceeded to prop herself on all fours, like a wild wolf, giving Jack a devilish look, entirely aware of her posture, throating his hungry inches while her tail and rump swayed in perverse fashion. Closer and closer she drew Jack to his peak, and he had to finally reach down and snag her hair, both in possessive want and just to hold on for dear life.

That was good, because Loona showed no mercy, swinging her head against the flank of hot meat, the bestial root bulging her throat while sex and dribble spilled from her lips. She could feel him, hear him closing to his first peak (she had plans for em', after all), and she wanted to taste the wolf first. Jack's sharp grunt and quick suck of air indicated he was there, colliding into climax, and at once, Loona was treated to ropy waves of sticky issue as it coated her inner maw and throat. She sputtered and mumbled a bit, attempting to swallow it all, but felt herself gag and cough with the buried bone finding purchase in her awaiting throat.

"Shi- HACK -it! F-fu-coughcough!"

Jack was panting, his eyes stuck to the ceiling, and with his pants still hung around houndish ankles like a pair of shackles, he thought he might fall over. His trembling shadowflesh twitched, dribbling with seed as Loona struggled to polish him off. But she did. She heaved and panted, gulping the rest of him, licking her chops.

"Not. . . bad. . ." she wheezed.

Her counterpart glanced down, huffing as well. "Uh, you're okay?"

She was almost insulted. Hah! He really had to learn, and it was really time to break him in. "Dude," she countered. "Get on the fucking bed."

The strange thing was, Jack didn't feel tired. Sure, his stamina took a small hit, but he was still - by all accounts - "ready to go." Wow. Again, his body was like a shell, a disguise, and yet it was operating at a capacity even he was surprised with. Wasn't it supposed to just be for combat and disguise?

Now breed.

A voice roared in his brain, because seeing a primal Loona on all fours, wiggling hips and looking at him with come-hither desire set a blaze in his body. Infatuation and lust, such feelings. Make a man shake, tremble with desire. Loona looked so inviting.

Jack didn't even feel his clothes slip to the ground, the jacket and padded pants landing in an unceremonious thud on the ground. No, his eyes were locked to Loona, who after wiping her lips a few more times, stood erect to show off her slender, nake body. Her inviting black nips peaked out from snowy white fur and her tail swished in inviting fashion. Grr, his brain said. Rrrgh.

Poetic.

She'd make a good hunting mate.

I'm not even a real Hellhound! Jack rebuked to himself. The voice did not care.

"Are you fuckin' coming?" Loona said, her voice terse and impatient as she sauntered to the bed.

"I will be soon enough," smirked Jack. Loona's ears perked. Hahah wow.

"Oh, you suddenly think you've got a big swingin' dick, huh?" she challenged back, hoping to encourage some aggression of out of her counterpart. In fact. . .

"Dunno Jackie boy, you've got a nice twelver, but do ya' even know how to use it?"

Look, Loona admired Jack, respected him, and was startin' to like him too. She'd suck his nuts dry tonight in thanks for what he did. But, goddammit, she wanted some fire, and the guy was lost in his head so much he'd stare at perfectly good pussy and say "maybe." She wanted him to break loose.

Well, she got what she wanted. She blinked, and then she was staring at the ceiling. Her back was cushioned by the silky sheets with the shadow wolf staring down at her, his voice chuffed with hungry grows and his burning eyes gazing down at her.

"You've been talkin' way too much, girl!" he snarled. Loona's heart fluttered and she blushed. That was Jack, but it sounded like the animal was takin' over too. Good.

"Yeah? Whattya' you gonna' do about it?" she barked back. Just to tease the beast a little more.

He showed her just what. Jack was done being teased with, and his instincts went into overdrive. He took the mouthy she-bitch by her ankles and pushed her legs back, where the shivering wolfcock prodded at her sodden lower lips. Loona tried to play it off all feisty, but fuck, she could feel herself throbbing down there too. The tip rubbed there, playing with her desires, threatening to enter but not quite doing so.

She grunted. "Erg! H-hey! Stop f-fucking around!"

Jack laughed. "What? Now you want it?"

Her face went rose. "F-fuck, shut up!" Like, of course she did. Jack's Shadow Hound body was a hunky piece of wolf and her own innate wants meant there was an instinctual trigger to be bound and bred. It was just how it went.

As for Jack, this foreplay wasn't his usual speed, like, ever. In a different circumstance where he was more comfortable with Loona, maybe he'd get playful. But combined with his own searing desire to fuck Loona's brains out and infatuation with her, well, this was good enough. He shoved his bestial root into her slippery, wet walls, engulfed by that hot slickness which ensnared his wolfcock with ease. Just the right amount of tightness and softness. Just being inside her was its own reward, and he let off a houndish moan of disbelief and satisfaction.

Loona's breath caught as her counterpart took her, shoving her body into a locking mating press. "W-what," she rasped, her voice stuck in her throat as the twelve inches rocketed into her midnight cunt, the base of Jack's knot teasing.

"Y-you tryin' to pump me f-full of pups!?"

That was the final gear shift, Jack couldn't stand it. He had her, Loona, the envy of so many eyes, now claimed by his shuddering malehood. Normally, as himself, when not enshrouded by this body, his thoughts never ventured to such territory. But with the wolf unleashed, it paralyzed his thinking with thoughts of claiming and fucking and breeding. Devil, how did people operate like this?

"Gragh!"

Loona gripped his rough shoulders as Jack proceeded to punish her pussy, dominating her with the mating press as his mast slipped in and out with commanding thrusts. Each sent rivers of sex spilling into the sheets, spilling from her spread pussy, while the Hellhound could only stare in astonishment as her "mate" thrust into her, again and again, a merciless momentum. But she loved it. It was flattering in a perverse sort of way to be wanted so bad by a single guy, especially a fella' like Jack. He was starving for her, even if he didn't outright show it, and now he was expressing that hunger through, well, fucking her cunt into submission.

"Oghgnnn!" she whined. "Nnnnh!"

At a loss for words. But really, she didn't need anymore.

Not like she'd be able to speak, because Jack was reaching his peak, his crescendo, and that meant getting the rest of himself inside her. Loona shrieked, the breath sucked out of her lungs as she felt it, the knot ballooning and stretching her soft pussy wide. Tying down your mate meant assuring they didn't get away, and that every bit of your seed wasn't wasted. Understandably, it drove a Hellhound wild. Thus, Jack's back arched and without mercy hilted the rest of his sloppy shadowy cock into the hot folds, where Loona's face was crimson.

"NNNHA!"

Loona jerked back as her tongue lulled free, her eyes rolling and her brain going dizzy as she was, quite literally, fucked stupid. The knot locked her in place and Jack held her down as his testes churned and inches flexed, bursting with seed. The noise was a mess of audible gushes, white ropes pouring into Loona's poor pussy and womb. She twitched and shivered, Jack's frame pressed upon her, her perky tits flattened against his chest as his hips swayed, taking a better position to continue flooding her cunt with all of him.

Loona felt Jack, his pulse, his heart, his body, every twitch of his shivering, hard wolfhood. Steam left her open maw in little puffs, moaning and whimpering at each rush of hot seed. Ohhhhh fuuuck she was full of him, so full.

Like a prowling hunter, Jack leaned down to lick and kiss her cheeks, nuzzling her neck, drawing in her scent. "Uurrrf. Loona."

She managed a hoarse chuckle. "I take it back, huff, you do know how to use that dick. . ."

The beast was temporarily sated, but only just so. "You were begging for it," Jack rasped back.

"Ptsh, s-shut up."

He gave a hardy, girthy chuckle. "You want more, I can tell."

Jack made a small thrusting motion and procured a satisfied, whimpering moan from Loona. "Nnnnfff. . ."

He wasn't wrong, but damn, let a girl breathe!

"Well?"

"Don't push your luck," she managed, grinning. But no, seriously, push it.

-*-

The evening fell into a haze of slower, but just-as-messy sex, a rotation of positions as the two hounds explored each other with round after round of fucking. Loona's pussy drooled with Jack's seed, in one position riding him wolfgirl style, letting her supple rump bounce on his cock. Or, he'd proper her leg over his shoulder and rut her in gentle fashion on the bed, making a mess of the sheets. Loona even found herself fucked against the window, her sloshy breasts smothered against the cold glass as her partner took her from behind, the pane fogged up with their steamy breaths and actions.

But, eventually, it did settle down. Loona's gray hair was undone and completely frayed. She wobbled and trembled, struggling to stand, her folds utterly drenched with sex. Jack was fatigued in the most complete sense, a buzzy afterglow consuming him as his twelver finally went soft, staring at Loona, in awe of how pretty she was. . . and that he'd filled her to the brim.

The suite offered them a shower, both proceeding to bathe and clean off all the goo, alluring as it was to just remain a literal sticky mess. After a few minutes, the enchantment wore off. Loona would freshen up, exiting the bathroom with a towel thrown over her nake frame, complimenting her slender body as she dried her bangs and hair.

"You were pent the fuck up, dude," she commented, her counterpart sitting on the bed's edge with a pair of clean sheets.

"Ah, I guess I was," said Jack, settled. "I don't really do. . ."

He gestured around them. "This."

"You should. Thought you'd never soften up."

"Heh."

She sat next to him, and her frame leaned into his. "Next time. . . maybe we take a whirl with the skin."

Jack's ears perked, surprised. "Next time?" He didn't think it was like that.

"Yeah, dumbass. I wanna' do something again. With you. Or whatever."

The thought was indeed tantalizing. Though, as much as Jack craved the idea of having Loona this way again and again, she wasn't an object to him, despite what his animal-side grunted about. Ruining that was the last thing he wanted to do.

It was like she sensed it. "You're not getting cold feet after all that, are you!?"

"No!" he said at once. "No way."

Eh. He conceded. "Okay. You're on then. Time and place, we'll hang out."

Then he paused, musing over the next possible outing. "Human form, eh?"

Loona went a shade of red again. "Yeah. . . I mean. . . worth trying out. Besides, I wanna' see that other handsome side too."

Ah, yes. Great evening it was, the body Jack "wore" was still like a coat. It wasn't the real him, and he wondered if Loona wanted the wolf, or him. But, she was still here, so he was worrying for nothing.

Still, another thought ran through his mind. "You know, you technically did me the favor you said you would."

"So what?"

He turned and nosed her, pulling in her scent. "Just checking."

Jack gazed out the long pane window granting a view of chaotic Pentagram City. He never liked the view, reminding him of all the evils and darkness that lurked in every inch of its annals, hoping that some day, maybe, he could change it. But you know, looking at it with Loona?

It wasn't so bad.