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An anonymous client asked me a while ago if I like Daredevil. I said no. Back then I knew very little of the character and even less of the success that was soon to be Marvel's Daredevil that launched on April 10th on Netflix. Mid season, the same guy came to me with a fantastic idea. What would happen if Matt listened to Foggy and got a dog? How would his life progress? Would he still be the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, fighting criminals and dishing out justice, or become someone else?

In this particular story, one of those answers is revealed, and Matt knows everything is not quite alright when his well behaved dog dashes for his crotch immediately after he enters the apartment. He manages to strike a deal, yet soon Matt discovers that his gift can become a curse under the right circumstances. Tempted by the bitch's maddening heat, Matt fights with himself as he discovers another presence lurking inside himself. A beast, born of lust, seeking only to spill its seed and breed. Will Matt fight against the terrible temptation, or live long enough to see himself become The Bitch of Hell's Kitchen?

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Matt couldn't believe he was returning home with a dog. Foggy's words really got to him. They kept swimming around his head, dampening the noise of the city.

"Every blind man must have a dog. It's a rule, like the Bible or something," he first said, followed by "You know I'm not a religious man, but I believe in help when I see it. And you, my friend, need all the eyes you can get."

Matt scoffed at that. He could 'see' much better than Foggy expected. Fiery shapes, mapped out by triangulating the sounds and smells picked up by his heightened senses. The world still looked the same. Only the colors changed, and the people in it. They were the reason why Matt put on the mask in the first place.

One of them was also the reason why he found himself with a leash in his left hand, besides the cane held in the other. Foggy wasn't stupid. Sooner or later he was bound to break through the wall of excuses he's been fed up during the past years. A dog? This was the lesser of two evils. Between having his identity uncovered and a fluffy bitch to care for, Matt preferred the latter.

"Slow down," he whispered to her as she rushed between the waves of pedestrians.

She whined instead, tugging harder on the leash. She really was as feisty as the owner said. Matt increased his pace and allowed the dog to lead the way home. Good thing she was smart. By using her heightened sense of smell, she managed to find the quickest way home without getting distracted like most mutts.

"Alright, hold still. Gotta open this up," Matt said when he got to the doorway. The bitch licked her muzzle with a slurpy lick. She was so calm and collected. All the other dogs seemed so hyper back at the shelter. Matt didn't need that kind of girl in his life, so he settled for something more reasonable. A Labrador, of all the possible breeds he could choose from. Foggy appreciated the color. He called Rhysa 'chocolate' and joked about the many ways he could eat her before the owner revealed her real identity. Rhysa was the family pet of some rich folks before the corruption drove them out of Hell's Kitchen. They had the common sense to leave, and also the cowardice to leave their pet behind.

Matt fished for his keys. Rhysa's breath calmed him somewhat. It was warm and inviting, rolling over his hand like the heated breeze of the summer. She was a finger's distance away, yet she didn't feel the compulsive need to sniff or lick everything like the rest of her kin.

"I think you and I will get along rather well," Matt twisted the key in the lock. The door clicked open.

Rhysa got on her hind legs and pushed its metallic bulk with her front paws. The door barely budged. Her claws skidded on the ground, panting and pawing at the stubborn door.

"I'll get that," Matt ruffled her head. She was warmer than expected, and so soft...

The bitch whined, licking her muzzle and pawing at his arm. Matt rubbed her briefly, then pushed the door open. Rhysa entered with an eager bark.

"Keep your whoofs on the low side, darling. I don't want the whole block to know I got a dog. Not yet, at least."

Rhysa whimpered eagerly. She took the stairs, just like Matt liked.

"Race you to the top!"

She was eating the steps with her nimble legs. Matt gritted his teeth and jumped three stairs at a time. The Devil of Hell's kitchen wasn't about to be beaten in a race by a meager dog.

And yet that happened. He panted when he reached the fifth floor, just like Rhysa.

"You're freaking fast, know that?" Matt gave her another well earned rub. Rhysa bowed her head in approval. She led them to his door, pawing it twice.

"Glad to know which apartment is mine. My chances of getting lost in my own block have been exponentially reduced, thanks to Foggy."

Rhysa whined softly.

"You like him too? Why? He bought you burgers or something?"

The bitch remained silent until the door clicked open. Then, she rushed inside, way quicker than Matt anticipated. He lunged through the doorway, almost falling on his face were it not for his cane. He planted it on the ground so hard his hand drove straight into his chest.

Rhysa was upon him as soon as that happened, a storm of paws and licks that sent Matt off balance. He stumbled back with a groan, and allowed the hard ground to embrace him.

"Rhysa, wha-"

Her broad tongue washed over his lips way faster than he expected. Matt blinked in bewilderment. Was this some kind of game? He grabbed the bitch by the throat and shoved her away. Rhysa's paws went around his neck. She pushed herself forth, pushing that cold nose of hers tight against his lips. Matt closed his mouth just in time. A flurry of licks washed over his mouth, each quicker than the last. Rhysa whimpered, pushing harder against his puckered lips. When Matt didn't relent, she went a step further by shoving his glasses away with her nose. She rolled her tongue out, allowing it to lick everything in sight. It washed around his forehead, poked inside his eyes, and even tried scooping inside his nose.

"Rhysa, stop!"

Big mistake. A heartbeat after the words left his mouth, Matt found himself with half a canine tongue invading his mouth. He spat it out, but Rhysa was quick. She lapped at his tongue, tasting everything she could get her muscular tongue on.

"ENOUGH!" Matt restrained her with all his limbs. Rhysa yelped inside the vice embrace. She didn't like it rough, apparently.

And neither did Matt, when her teeth pressed against his arm. His concentration faltered just enough to allow the hyper bitch to escape his clutch. Rhysa didn't even stand on her legs. She crawled backwards, rubbing her unnaturally warm body against Matt's until her nose found his crotch.

"N-nhaaaaagh!" he drawled out once that moist tongue made contact with the thin fabric of his pants. Matt had troubles holding his concentration. Rhysa swirled and pushed around, tickling his sleeping member with maddening heat.

Matt scrunched his eyes shut and moaned. For a man with overdeveloped senses, such intimate touch was more than he could handle. He was never touched so roughly before, and certainly not by such broad, fleshy tongue. The pleasure was so intense, his cock hardened within two throbs. A spurt of precum surged through his rapidly expanding frame, exploding inside his underwear. Matt groaned, clutching his privates.

"S-stop," he stuttered. "I'll do what you want. Pl-please."

Rhysa complied. She flicked her tongue over her whiskers with a wet lick. Matt didn't know its meaning until she started rubbing her head along an arm.

"You want rubs?"

She pushed into his hand and whimpered softly.

"Petting. You want to be touched."

A curt bark answered him. Matt cringed. Was he really going to be dominated by a bitch?

"I hate you, Foggy," he said as he scooped himself up. Once he stood on his knees, he waved the bitch to approach. She eagerly walked into his embrace, sniffing and licking all over his face.

"Alright, alright," Matt smiled weakly. "I will find what bothers you. Just keep that tongue inside your mouth while I work, or the deal is off."

He started with her head. He knew her oozing nose well. Two fingers rubbed around the pebbly texture. It was hard for Rhysa to remain still. She kept twitching and shifting, just like her hackles.

"Ticklish?"

She licked his fingers, drawing out a sharp hiss from Matt's throat.

"The deal. Don't forget."

She didn't. Matt followed along her shuddering lips. He felt her short hairs with one finger while the other dipped underneath to slide along her slimy teeth. They were strong, and warm, and overflowing with saliva. He wiped himself on her neck, then continued his exploration. Her fur grew thicker the closer he approached to her forehead. Matt massaged around her eyes, fondled her ears, then sunk his hand into her nape.

He felt the softness of her fur strings, the warmth radiating from her body, and the dust particles latched upon her coat. With a single touch, Matt could tell all the places of Hell's kitchen she roamed through during the last month.

"You've been a busy girl, haven't you?" he kneaded along her shoulders, into that soft, soft fur. "Running through the park, fetching meals for your fellow canines. Pleasing your boss."

Rhysa whined softly. She lifted one paw, presenting it to Matt. He rubbed the warm, cracked pads of her paws, scratching between her fingers. "Have I said a lie?"

She remained still as a statue. Matt smiled and continued with the rest of his exploration, flowing along her body like silk. He wasn't blind. Not at all. He could see, just not in colors and shapes like normal people. The curves gave him a pretty good idea on how lithe Rhysa was, and the smells told him everything he needed. Perhaps even more than that. His blood heated the closer he ventured towards her tail. He knew what hid underneath. Knew it as well as the intense fragrance wafting inside his nostrils. Matt scrunched his nose. She was a dog. An animal! Her fertility meant nothing for a human.

And yet he could pick on every shade of smells, as if she was a member of his own species. She was healthy, and young, and-

"Focus," he gritted his teeth. Heat rose from every pore of his body. He felt hot; stiflingly so. He was going to lose control if he lingered around too much. Matt quickly went over her hind legs, massaged and prodded, then washed his palm along her straightened tail all the way to the tip.

"There. I'm done."

Was he? His nose was aflame with female fragrance, and his mind cloudy and lost amidst all the fantasies passing through his head. His instincts, the dormant senses that kept him alive during the heat of combat, now urged a different course of action. They wanted him to produce life instead of beating it out of others in a way that enticed and scared Matt more than he wanted to admit.

"I-I can't," he shook his head. "You're a dog. I'm a man. This can never happen."

Rhysa kissed him again. She was so warm, so enticing. Her tongue washed away the troubles and soothed his shivering flesh. Matt closed his eyes and opened his mouth, basking in the upcoming licks. He felt the love and the passion behind every stroke. Rhysa wanted him, perhaps as much as he wanted her.

"Grraaah!" Matt smacked his moistened lips and crawled towards her tail. "I have...have to touch you. Have to sniff, to smell, to feel!"

He dug his head under her belly like an animal, pushing her leg out of the way like males did when they marked their territory. Rhysa whined eagerly. She knew what was about to happen. Sensed it. Craved for it.

Matt ruffled her fur until he reached her privates. He pushed his nose against the warm lips of her cunt and took a deep breath of that humid, heated air. Fertile smells washed over him like a tidal wave. He could tell of her eagerness to breed. Her desperation. She was practically begging for a male to spill his seed inside her womb and cure the fire sweltering between her moistened flesh.

"Mrrrrh," Matt rumbled as he circled her cunt with playful pokes. He rubbed his nose against her flesh, and gently grazed on her surrounding tufts of fur. She trembled at that, urging Matt to continue.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered as he sniffed like a hound in heat. "Mmm, so good," he pushed his lips against hers, feeling her heat and her wetness for a few seconds before he smacked them together with a growl. "So tasty!"

Matt knew he had a devil inside of him. It came out whenever the fight was at its thickest. That was what his father knew; what he believed. But deep inside, he harbored another. A beast born of primal lust, craving to be unleashed. His blood heated up. His temples pounded.

And the need to breed was no longer an option, but a necessity. He grabbed that bitch's tail with one arm and pushed it up so hard she yelped.

"Shut it, you dirty bitch!" Matt growled. He suddenly became a changed man. No; he was no man, but a beast maddened by the promise of fertility. He grabbed her muzzle and squeezed. Muffled cries left her throat, but he didn't care, for her cunt spasmed with relentless abandon. Matt took another whiff. His eyes glazed over, and his cock lurched inside his underwear. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this."

He grabbed her whole bulk and wrestled Rhysa on her back. She barked and nipped at him. Useless. Her teeth were a mere distraction compared to the fire burning inside him. Matt went straight for her cunt. He hovered above her clumped fur, licking at the air.

"Oooh, yeessss. Time to feast!"

He dug face first into her cunt. Rhysa pawed at the air, then shuddered harshly when Matt finally made contact with her bare pussy. He lapped at her exposed sex, poking his tongue all over her fertile lips, tasting them, arousing them. She was as hot as he expected, and a thousand times tastier. Matt cleaned her shivering cunt with rapid licks, scooping up the moisture latched upon her flesh. Rhysa trembled at the contact. She wanted a deeper penetration, and Matt offered her just that by penetrating her with his tip.

Rhysa froze, and Matt took advantage of that by slamming his mouth into her unruly cunt. He ate it out with obvious desperation, feasting on her flesh like a dog that never smelled pussy in his life. Rhysa whined and kicked. Her tail swished wildly to the sides, and her maw couldn't stop yapping from all that pleasure.

"You're so fucking wet. So fucking hot!" Matt licked his lips as he delved for another session. This time, he entered deeper. Her silky folds parted before his tongue. Warm flesh surrounded and squeezed from all sides, dripping with liquid heat every time a spasm surged through the bitch's muscles. Matt slurped her juices. He rolled them inside his mouth, savored them, then swallowed the slimy mixture with a satisfied sigh. Her fertility was a feast for the senses, and he needed to eat.

Matt pushed deeper, and deeper. With each thrust of his tongue, the bitch got warmer and tighter. He ignored her complaints though, stretching her walls as far as his tongue allowed.

Rhysa squirmed. She yelped once, then froze. A strange shiver traversed her body, culminating with a strong squirt that forced Matt's tongue back inside. He slurped, then gasped as hot female juice splattered all over his face. The bitch whined and moaned. Her paws curled their toes, and her tail shivered as her juices leaked out in the form of blissful squirts.

Matt opened wide. He straightened his tongue, placed himself in the line of fire, and suckled on her spasming cunt for all its worth, wriggling and tickling her squeezing cunt with rapid flicks of his tongue.

"Cum, you dirty bitch," he said between hefty slurps. "Cum for me until your cunt runs dry!"

Rhysa did what she could. Juices dribbled down Matt's chin while he feasted like a starving beast. Gulp after gulp he took, feeding the monster throbbing inside his pants. He was rock hard by now, making as much of a mess inside his underwear as Rhysa made on his face.

"You think you're done?" Matt grabbed her hind legs and pushed them apart. "No way in hell I'm done with you. I'm going to suck every last drop, do you hear me?" he licked and grazed around her cunt, delighting in her heated yelps. "Hear me, you nasty, slutty bitch?"

Matt didn't wait for a reply. He pushed two fingers inside her squirming flesh, forcing her walls apart. Then, he pierced her, going deeper than ever. Rhysa trembled as her walls were stretched to the brim by his muscular tongue. Matt lapped in and out of her tunnel, rubbing her flesh in all the right places. She tightened, harder and harder, until another orgasm shattered her being.

Matt plugged her cunt this time. He remained inside, taking her squirts upon his tongue until Rhysa could bear no more. She yowled and snapped, kicking wildly at the air. Matt drew back, allowing the flood to take him straight in the nose. Her gooey arousal filled him completely. Matt choked once. Translucent droplets flew around, latching onto her fur.

"More," Matt splashed his face into her flooded cunt. "Give me more, you nasty bitch! I want it all. I WANT EVERYTHING!"

He suckled on her with maddened intent until her lips gave everything they had.

Matt drew back. He panted like a dog in heat, and for a good reason. Rhysa's fertility was all over him. It slithered inside his nose, went down his throat, and covered most of his face. There was only one thing left now on his list. To fuck her, and fill that squirming pussy with something of worth.

Matt dug his fingers into the rim of his pants and threw them down so hard they teared. His cock sprang out, throbbing in the cold air and dripping with luscious precum. Rhysa went crazy at the sight of it. She scrambled on her legs, sniffing and licking madly around the tasty treat. Matt sucked in a sharp breath when she made contact. His cock throbbed wildly, enraged by her heated tongue. He grabbed her neck hard, then groaned when her unreasonably lengthy tongue washed over his tip. With each lick, the bitch pushed his foreskin back, exposing more of his oversensitive flesh.

"Slow down, you starving bitch. I'm not about to cum into your fucking mouth!"

But he was, because he never had something as broad or moist as a bitch's tongue around his cock before. Its fleshy embrace smothered his cock in warmth and saliva. Overtaken by lust, Matt thrust towards her maw. He poked her nose and tickled her lips as his foreskin was pushed all the way back, revealing his bulged, oversensitive head. Rhysa went crazy when that happened. She circled the crimson treat, suckling it like the tastiest lollipop in the world.

Matt moaned out loud. He was approaching dangerously close to his climax. He shoved the bitch mid-swing. Rhysa yelped. She scrambled on her legs quicker than him, but she didn't manage to get another taste. Matt grabbed her body wildly, forcing her pussy right against the ten inches of rock hard cock he spurted from his groin.

"You're going to take it in, bitch. And you're going to like it," Matt said as he felt around for her pussy. He sunk two fingers inside her and smiled. She was so fucking hot, and unreasonably wet. With both hands grabbing around her hips, he pushed his cock under her tail and humped her until he found her sex.

"Here. We. Ghaaaah!" Matt moaned when he sunk his head between her overly tight folds. He never expected it to feel so good. Warm muscles padded his entrance, guiding him deeper with bursts of intense pleasure. Matt sunk inside her, moaning helplessly. She was tight, and humid, and hot. His cock throbbed ceaselessly, eager to unleash its seed. It was much too sensitive, and thoroughly unprepared for such a tight little journey.

Matt bit back the pleasure. Little by little he disappeared inside her, until all ten inches of his cock were sheltered by her greedy cunt. Rhysa shifted on her legs at the load she took. She looked back and whined.

"You want more?" Matt slowly pulled himself back, groaning with lust.

The bitch swished her tail eagerly. She may have been unaccustomed to having something so big inside her, but she really liked it.

"I'm gonna give you more," Matt thrust so hard, his balls slammed against her wet snatch. He tightened his jaws at the burst of pleasure, and kept pushing. "Gonna fill you with so much cum you won't breed for days!"

His cock squelched as it dug back inside her overflowing lips. Rhysa gripped and squeezed, tearing Matt's resistance apart. He knew he couldn't last long. A bitch was tighter and hotter than any human being, and with her fertile scents filling the room, Matt was at a grave disadvantage. The only thing he could do was to fuck her senseless and give her as many orgasms as he could before surrendering to the upcoming climax.

"Stay still, you slut," Matt felt around her lips. He smeared her juices on his fingers, then suckled them clean. "I want to smell your juicy heat as I burst into you!"

He straightened his spine, grabbed her hard, then thrust, again, and again, splitting her pussy apart with his rock hard cock. Juices spilled on his groin, making his balls hot and messy. His fingers dug into her fur every time she squeezed. Matt couldn't handle her incessant rubbing that well. He could sink inside her and force her muscles apart, but he couldn't resist against her ceaseless groping. She practically sucked the precum out of him, and Matt had no choice but to tense up and spurt his pent-up precum. Two squirts splattered inside her cunt before her next orgasm rolled in.

Matt tightened all over when that happened. A rush of pure heat embraced his cock. It slithered inside his hole, rushed around his hardened veins, and splashed onto his groin. The added heat spurred his thrusts. Matt took her like a savage beast, with bulged muscles and an even harder cock. Slime splattered all around her squelching snatch. The heat soon became unbearable. Matt quickened his pace as the liquid fire he held inside him for so long erupted from his overly tight groin. It slithered along his cock, approaching dangerously close to his thick head.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he stuttered, scratching and grabbing around her flanks. "I'm gonna cum."

Rhysa tightened hard, almost aware of his imminent release.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, bitch. You'd better take every drop before I....aaaaaahhhhh!" Matt screamed with abandonment and pierced as deep as he could.

Rhysa cried when he shoved himself all the way in. Her cunt was not made for such a thick, lengthy cock, and especially not for the flood that was about to burst.

With his whole cock milked by her cunt, Matt burst inside her. His first spurt was so strong, it sent her into an instant climaxing fit. Her hot juices leaked all around his spasming length, flaring the immense pleasure rushing along his spurting member.

Matt groaned and dropped on her back with a long, shattering moan. Strength left his body in an instant, stolen away by the mind bending spasms. Rope after rope of fertile seed shot inside the bitch's fertile womb. It felt unbearably good to cum inside such a tight hole. Silky muscles squeezed the seed out of him, milking his balls to completion. Matt was more than happy to oblige. He emptied himself for all his worth, until his cock lost its strength and his balls surrendered their vigor.

He prepared to pull out of her seed soaked cunt when he felt the results of his mating. He smelled it inside his nostrils; that mating between their two fertile fluids. The bitch wanted more. Needed more, because his virile seed had the strength to impregnate her waiting eggs.

The lustful devil took control of him upon that intense realization. Rising up on his knees, Matt grabbed her tight and shoved her body hard into his cock. He hardened in an instant, piercing inside her sticky cunt with ruthless determination. Muscles flared across his body. His arms became thick like logs, bulging with ripe muscles. His abs turned into rock hard stone, and his legs became tempered iron. His cock soon became the same, a heated rod of unquenched desires that kept rushing through Rhysa's seed coated sanctuary. He pushed harder, quickening his pace to a mad frenzy. In and out he went, in a lustful dance of dripping seed and heated arousal.

Rhysa couldn't handle such raw stimulation. She surrendered herself once more to her bliss, yipping and crying like the bitch she was.

Matt groaned. He fortified himself against her release and kept going, pounding away at her fertile walls until his seed leaked out a second time. He slammed himself tight against her snatch and burst, filling her with the remainders of his seed. His prostate thundered furiously, shoving hard ropes past her squeezing walls. Matt squeezed his eyes shut. Tears flowed down his cheeks as a testimony of his unbridled pleasure. It felt like he squirted out his own being, pushing it into that panting, needy bitch. By the time he was done, a river of cum sweltered inside Rhysa's pussy.

Matt remained inside her, enjoying the heat of his seed and the caress of her restless walls. He felt proud and fulfilled by his actions. He did it. He accomplished the greatest task any male dreamed of by impregnating this willing female.

"You're gonna bear my pups, you dirty bitch," Matt said as he tasted the sweet taste of his potent seed. "I am going to fill you, time and time again, until your belly grows. No excuses."

Rhysa whined at that. She lifted her tail and tensed, milking a few stray droplets from his cock. A good filling was exactly what she wanted.

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Time passed a lot quicker with a needy bitch attending to all his sexual needs. With his seed spent and his urges satisfied, Matt was a lot more efficient at what he did. He returned one night from a rough gang fight to find Rhysa waiting near the window. She jumped him as soon as she had the chance.

"You're an impatient bitch," Matt smiled as she kissed around his mouth. "I want to fuck you, and fill your cunt with my seed!'

Rhysa certainly liked the proposition. She pulled down his overly tight pants and lapped around his hardening cock with greedy strokes.

Matt groaned blissfully. He placed his hands underneath his head and gave in to the tingling pleasure. Rhysa licked his shaft and pushed his foreskin all the way back. Then, she took half his cock into her mouth. Matt bit his lip. It felt intense whenever she did that.

"B-back to me," he waved her closer. "Get on me, or you'll feast on your own cunt tonight."

Threats always got the job done. Rhysa dropped her huge bulk upon him so hard he groaned. Matt wasn't bought by her eager licks. He rubbed around her belly. It was huge, carrying the precious load he spilled two month ago.

"You got so big," Matt found her cunt. Rhysa started humping as soon as he touched her. "And so needy. Come on. Get on top of me."

She backed into his cock. Matt always loved this part, where he was the one getting humped. Once Rhysa found his lubricated tip, she pushed herself into it. Her hips bucked, allowing her tight cunt to expand inch by inch.

Matt gritted his teeth. She was much tighter out of season, and a lot feistier. Once his head was inside, she started humping furiously. She stretched, then tightened hard, milking him with hard, determined thrusts.

Matt moaned with lust when her tongue slurped around his mouth. He pushed into his needy bitch and kissed her with messy strokes, just as she liked it, while his biceps tensed and his abs hardened. With quick thrusts, Matt shoved himself against her own repeated pushes. Rhysa yelped with joy. She pushed harder, and harder, until she took the entirety of Matt's cock inside her tunnel.

"Ghaah, you're tight. So fucking tight!"

She sweltered down there. Matt unleashed his precum each time her orgasms rolled in. They were hot, and tight, and felt way too good. He gave her several before his crotch became unreasonably tight. Matt pounded her squelching cunt until his seed could no longer remain within his tightening scrotum. With a muffled cry, he shoved into his bitch, unloading spurts of thick, virile seed.

Rhysa panted wildly. She continued humping and kissing at the same time, making for a moist and messy copulation. Juices overflowed from her lips to splash down on Matt's messy groin. His eyes rolled in their sockets. His breath too became sporadic, melting inside the humongous heat that took hold of his senses. His spurts became so drawn out, they almost hurt, forcing his prostate to work extra hard to keep up with the bitch's insane lust.

Matt scrunched his eyes shut. He didn't expect her to be so tight and hot tonight. He gave in to his soaring pleasure, only to have his senses drift into nothingness once he reached the peak.

Rhysa licked him lovingly, but she got no response other than the weak spurts of his seed. Matt passed out inside her, filled and fulfilled like any male that recently bred.