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A cool night fell on a lonely city. Not a single noise could be heard through the city streets and only a few stray souls walked along the sidewalk. Most were lumbering people with heavy coats and downcast eyes that hid storms behind them. A lady walking down the street wearing a long sleeve top and a skirt had the same look. Her eyes were a stormy blue and underneath the streetlights, you could see strands of deep black colored hair dancing against sun-kissed tan cheeks. In one hand she held a cigarette, the other hand was busy passing through her hair as she puffed out smoke and kept walking, the storm that hid behind the eyes surfacing every time she moved to take a pull of her cigarette. Even before she got to her destination, the stick was blown down to a nub and she threw it off with a line of smoke following her back like the smoke puffing out of a runaway train. She stopped by an alleyway and again she motioned to smooth back her hair while taking a deep breath. Her eyes turned to corners that she could only see before she turned about in a circle and moved towards the dark of the alley. Soon enough, the woman found herself just before a door with a small sign over it that read, “Tavern." She took hold of the handle and squeezed it tight before she entered. Anya had a debt to pay.

The Tavern was a rustic location with a simple name and a simple motif. The floors were wooden boards that creaked something fierce when any sort of weight stepped over them, the tables were dusty but made with strong oak, and the bar itself was made out of the same material except kept polished and clean by the handiwork of one big werewolf who didn't own the place, but might as well run it. Anya stepped inside and looked to see that the bartender was watching her with his pale yellow lupine eyes. She could see him appraising her with a serious look, but he kept his muzzle shut and his claws working on the mugs that he was cleaning. Anya reached beneath her shirt and pulled out a small envelope she had stuck against the waist of her skirt. She took a breath, feeling just a bit calmer when she felt the weight of the envelope in her hand. Slow and careful steps took her to the front of the bar where the bartender looked down at her with those same pale yellow eyes and with one raised brow he set down what he was doing and brought out one big hand-paw prepared to receive.

Carefully, she set the envelope in his great hand and looked up at him while biting her lip, hoping above all else that they were still square. She froze when she heard his voice rumbling, “Good to see you 'round Anya. Boss might have it out for your husband, but no one here hates either of you. Take a seat."

Anya took a seat, a pensive frown on her face, her leg bouncing as she watched his hands start to open the envelop and take out the hard-earned cash that she and her husband had gathered just for this occasion. Both her husband and herself were street chemists of sorts, as in, they made drugs. They weren't in the business of making cheap quality shit either, no, they made fine stock and they were compensated well for it, but her husband had made a mistake, they both had. A single mistake had cost them an entire batch and had nearly earned them both a seat in prison. They had lost the materials, the location, and they were lucky to still have a home where cops weren't crawling about. The boss hadn't taken it so well. A lot of money had been lost and the dust they were supposed to make was nowhere to be seen. The boss still needed both of them, but he could make their lives hell until they paid their debts and he had seen it fit to do so for her husband, her husband who had taken the blame. So that was the situation she found herself in, and she knew she wasn't going to get out of it so easily. What she had brought with her had been all the money they could have gathered in a month without resorting to selling cheap shit off to the side, and the nagging fears that she had been holding onto all night all came flowing out of the lips of the bartender like a vengeful ghost hanging onto his words.

“Not enough." Grunted the werewolf.

Anya sucked in a breath and nodded, “I know, but we're producing money, not enough to pay it off in full, but enough to pay it off after a few months. We'll keep on working too, extra, whatever he needs Adam. Just, smooth him over for us a little."

Adam raised a brow and scratched his chin while leaning back, grey-furred tail coiling around one of his legs as he grunted, “Can't. He just wants his money. One track on that head of his, ain't like he's dumb. He's not gonna kill your husband."

Anya resisted the urge to yell and let out a low hiss, “I know that, but he's promised to break fingers, to make his life hell; to make my life hell, if we don't get him his money. There's gotta be a way Adam. C'mon, you gotta help me out here."

The werewolf scratched at his cheek and grumbled as he knelt down to grab something from beneath the bar. As he rose, he produced a fat envelope of his own, one that was much fatter than the one that she had brought. He never once set it down on the table, but while he held the thing he leaned in close to speak, “I can pay yer entire debt off with what I've saved right here, but I don't do things for free Anya...Forget you're wearing the ring on your left hand whenever you see me, and maybe I'll give this to the boss from you."

Anya eyed the envelope with big eyes, the words stuck in her throat, her heart throbbing as his deal rung about in her mind. Spread her legs for the wolf in exchange for a chance at freedom. Betray her husband's trust, betray her marriage and fuck this creature for money like a common prostitute. It was either that, or wake up with a husband with broken hands, and so with a shaky breath, she nodded, “All right…"

The wolf set the money down and grunted, “Come 'round the top then. I wanna take my prize."

Anya frowned as she stepped around the bar, her eyes looking up at the werewolf as she asked, “How long you've been wanting this?"

Adam shrugged, “Since I met you. Never claimed to be a good man. None of us are good people."

Anya thought about that for a moment and gave him an answer when she was right in front of him, “Guess none of us are big guy. At least make me feel good."

The werewolf's strong hand brushed against her cheek for a moment as he answered in a whisper, “I'll do more than just that."

Anya shivered at the severity of his words. They were said so quietly, but she could hear the edge behind them, the truth in them. It wasn't long before his hands were feeling over all parts of her body. The tavern was empty except for them, and she was thankful that no one would see her shame tonight except for the beast taking what he desired. She could feel his grip going from soft to firm every time he stopped at a point he wanted to really get a grasp on. Her breasts were squeezed through her shirt with one hand while his other searched beneath her skirt to grip onto her rear. He could have torn her clothes asunder with his claws, could have thrown her over the bar top and broken her right there, but instead, he only tugged and pulled to signify his desire to see her nude and she obliged by slipping from her clothes with a little shiver.

That shiver that ran its course through her body accompanied various feelings, some of which she would rather ignore. Of course, she would feel shame that she was letting another man touch her when she had sworn herself to one and one only, but the beast's eagerness was infectious and his touch gave consideration for her body. When she finally stood bare before him he leaned down to bring his tongue out to slip between her sizable breasts and drag against each while his hands took hold of her rear to yank her in close. She gasped as she felt his cock growing against her stomach and looked down to see the massive canine thing pulsing against her gut. Anya tried to feel some sort of disgust or remorse at the sight of such thing, but instead, she felt the smallest tinges of arousal begin to dot her insides. One hand moved without her permission to his shaft, her fingers wrapping around it slowly as she began to stroke it and experiment with it.

His tongue on her breasts caused her throbbing heart to beat just a bit faster, her eyes shut as she focused on stroking his member. Anya's thoughts turned to how it would feel to have his cock in her mouth, how it would taste and how it would be to kneel for such a beast. She hated the fact that her body was so willing to go into this and wished above all else that the shame she felt were somehow stronger, and yet she couldn't find it in herself. She could have called him, could have asked her husband what he thought, and yet, she didn't. She had dove into this deal all too willing to see, to feel the werewolf's hunger for herself and to partake of that carnal desire. With a small frown, she moved to kneel, sliding away from his tongue. Indulging in her desires to try and get away from her thoughts, she opened her mouth side and let his cock slide against her tongue.

The werewolf watched with narrowed and hungry eyes. His digits brushed through her hair and clamped onto the back of her head, but he made no move, made no motion to pound into her mouth and instead let out a little breath, “Figured you'd hate this...That you'd even be mad at me for betraying you like this."

Anya paused. Her lips were halfway down his cock and her eyes were shut. Very carefully she took herself off of his cock and kissed the tip before looking up at him with an icy stare to match her blue eyes, “You told me to forget I'm married around you, so let me make a request, don't be nice, don't play games."

Adam looked at her for a moment, their gazes meeting in the middle before the werewolf gave her hair a firm tug. She gasped and as her mouth opened he pressed his cock into her mouth until her lips were back where they were before. Pain, fear and throbbing excitement hit her like a hammer and dashed away her thoughts. The werewolf gripped onto her hair firmly as he started to use her mouth rather than let her explore. Anya was already gagging from now wild beast pounding inside of her mouth, and damn did it feel right. She could feel the man thrusting and thrusting until his cock was touching at the back of her throat and even then he didn't seem to stop going. She could feel his balls against her chin and her nose against his crotch and yet nothing would stop him from pounding her throat silly. She had told him not to treat her nicely and that was exactly what she had received. Mincing words, playing pretend; that wouldn't give her what she needed at all and would only lead her to further and further regret, but this, this ceaseless fucking of her throat made her dizzy and shook her to the core in the worst and best of ways. She could barely think like this, and that was exactly what she desired.

The canine cock pressing at the back of her throat throbbed and pulsed against her tongue and she heard the normally cool and collected Adam begin to growl like an animal. Such a wild noise brought a shudder down her spine and she brought her hands up to grip at the fur of his thighs while he fucked her mouth as if he were breeding her throat, as if he could actually make use of spilling his seed there. At this point, the werewolf was already in his own world. She could scratch and dig her nails into his thighs but he barely seemed to register the fact that she was having trouble breathing and the fact she was still gagging on his cock. His hands were curled firmly through her hair and every time she tried to pull away from him he yanked her back firmly to choke on his cock and made sure to let out a little snarl to let her know who was boss in this situation. Above all else, she loved this and she hated that fact. Anya's throat squeezed on the cock pressing against it, tears were streaming down her eyes, and her vision was growing hazy, but she loved it all the same. She could only think about the monster plowing into her throat and not the fact that there was something more sinister going down here. She could pretend like she was some basic prostitute who had hooked up with a violent john instead of a woman who had given her body away so desperate for cash, and yet was enjoying every single second.

Unlike what she expected, he didn't finish in her mouth. He pulled back and his cock slipped from her lips with a little pop. He held her by the hair while she gasped and sputtered for breath. Anya looked up at him with false fury in her eyes and sneered, “What? Done already? Got a limp dick? Can't even finish what you—"

Anya's words were cut off when she was lifted into the air and slammed down onto the hardwood of the bar top. She looked up with wide eyes as the beast took hold of her ankle and spread her legs wide to plant the tip of his cock against her entrance. One of his hands now held her neck, the other hand gripping at her ankle as he pressed the tip in slowly while leaning in to whisper with a little growl, “Every drop belongs in here."

An argument began to form from her lips, but she let out a gasping moan instead as he thrust every inch of his cock inside of her cunt. Her insides burned with pleasure and pain all at once, his pulsing, raw, member twitching against her inner walls as he began to pound inside of her like a mad piston. Every thrust jolted her a little bit until he tightened his grip on her neck and held her firmly against the bar top. Every single push inside of her was another wave of pleasure and pain that had her gasping and moaning. Whatever little shame she had before was being blotted out by the constant pounding inside of her and the beast lumbering over her. At one point, she might have slapped him for daring to attempt at a kiss, but her lips were more than willing to accept his mouth and she more than did not mind as she slipped her tongue against his for an embrace that only lovers should share.

Halfway into their rutting and she knew what would happen. She knew the mechanics of a canine's cock, knew that the knot would swell to tie them together and he was getting close to it, but rather than pull away she wrapped her legs around him and kept him close while moaning like a bitch in heat. She had taken her birth control today, but it was still dangerous, still so dangerous to let him cum inside, and yet she could not push him away. Anya let out a rolling moan that signaled her own orgasm as she felt his knot swell inside of her and stretch her wide. She gasped and trembled as she felt the warmth of his cum start to fill her. The wolf then let go of her leg and her neck to lie atop of her with a grunt.

While his cock was twitching inside of her and cum will flooding against her inner walls, she heard the wolf whisper, “Y'all right?"

Anya frowned and kept her eyes shut, “Remember what I said Adam?"

Adam sniffed, “Yeah but…"

Anya sighed, “I'm fine. Nothing I can't handle...We square by the way?"

Adam grunted, “I'll pay the boss no trouble...You don't have to keep doing this either."

Anya put her hands up against the werewolf's chest and squeezed through his fur before muttering quietly, “I can't stop you if you decide to do what you want big guy. You know me. You know my tastes, how deviant I am. Don't you even think for a second that I hate any of this in earnest. I can't even muster up any shame."

Adam didn't try to comfort her with his touch, didn't even reach to hold her close. He just laid there atop of her and mumbled, “Alright Anya. Feel free to stop by anytime then."

Later that evening. Anya left feeling sore and satisfied, and above all else, dirty. She'd tell her husband that Adam bailed them out on goodwill. They were friends, he could believe that, and maybe, just maybe she'd tell him about what happened tonight. Whatever happened, her debts were paid in full.