The Scent of Musk
#7 of Alpha
Scene with Cymmie and my mate's character.
Cymmie was dancing, her tail swaying as her hips dipped low. The beat of the club music was pounding, the deep bass thrumming through her veins, her golden fur shown beneath the blue lights that flew across the floor, the deep brown tones sparkling in between the gold bands. She was off of work tonight, and yet she couldn't escape the need to dance even for twenty-four hours. It filled her soul. Rippling through her muscles as they contracted and relaxed with each flowing movement.
Rolling her hips, she brushed up against her dance partner (at that moment), enticing him when she knew she really shouldn't be. As if on cue his paws began to wander, his claws making lazy trails through her stomach fur. She chuckled, made a huffing sound and spun out of his grip.
Suddenly a scent caught her nose; her small wolf form pushed its way through the crowd to follow it. Her nostrils flared, collecting the smell of his musk on the murky scent filled air of the club. She turned sharply around the corner of the larger room into the hallway.
There he was, dwarfing her five feet and five inches with his seven feet and ten inches easily quite easily. Powerful strong, he was built like a fucking tank, a fawn mastiff in all his glory. He was grinding against some large tigress, but she saw his nose flare just as his tip was emerging from his sheath.
He turned quickly, a snarl on his face as the tigress also realized they were being watched and darted off. Cymmie chuckled, though she was more interested in the half-hard mastiff and the predatory look he shot her way.
He moved toward her quickly, and she suddenly bristled with the thought he'd do something she didn't approve of. But as the scent of his pre-cum wafted up to her nostrils she stilled, she stopped backing up and instead just inhaled deeply.
His head cocked to the side, as the mastiff met her and his paw came up to grip under her muzzle. He tilted her head up, so she looked him square in the eyes as he looked down at her, she hadn't even realized she had looked away from him.
"Will you fill her place?" he asked in a way that said there were no questions; all she needed to say was yes or no.
However she said nothing, and instead merely dropped to her knees. Which was strange... she didn't normally just have random sex with strangers, it usually took being in a relationship to do anything sexual with them. Yet she still found herself nudging her nose against his thickening cock, nuzzling it gently. Maybe it was because he exuded confidence, maybe it was because his scent was almost addictive for the short time she had smelled it. She tilted her head to look up from beneath lowered lids, and she grinned toothily as she watched him and gently licked up his length. His form leaned against the wall, trying to allow her more access.
His length thickened and grew until she was able to finally settle her muzzle around it. Licking and sliding up and down his shaft, a heavy paw came down on the back of her head as his hips did experimental bucks.
The mastiff's dick slid down her throat, choking her and making her grow wet. As she glanced up, she noticed his nostrils flared taking in her heady scent. She tasted splashes of pre-cum every now and then, such a perfect combination of salt and sweet.
She groaned around him as he shoved deeper and harder into her throat. Her paw came up to encircle him, jerking him in perfect tandem with her mouth movements.
"What are you doing to me? Little Wolfy?" his voice sounded strained and close to cumming already.
Her tongue swept over the tip, pressing against the slit with the flat of it. Suddenly he was pressing her down until she was gagging and then he was pulling out sharply. Snapping his hips back into her muzzle so that she had just enough time to catch her breath, and she felt his shaft thicken and turn so hot it felt like a burning iron rod in her mouth.
Then he howled deeply as he came, hot lava-like streams down her throat.
"Fuck, fuck," he whispered and he finished and she licked the last bit of cum from him.
She stood, wiped her muzzle and winked at him, and then before he had a chance to gather his wits, she disappeared into the crowd. Confused and contemplating what she had just done.