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The pressure of claws on the side of her neck should have been concerning. The weight of a heavy, eager palm against her windpipe should have left her in a panic.

All of that was ignored; her response was a quick, messy jet of ejaculate, spraying from the top of her sex and soaking into the fur of the werewolf who’d completely redefined the concept of pleasure for her.

“I knew you were a needy little bitch…but even I wasn’t expecting that.”

Aaron was the master of her sexual destiny anymore, but her body wasn’t able to keep up with his demands. He knew that she was losing herself to the ecstasy of having her tailhole stuffed, but feeling the slick, clear warmth of her yield against his crotch was a telling sign that he could push her even further if he wanted to.

The spread of claw marks upon her hips and neck, the cum that lazily oozed from her folds and the stretch of her pucker around his cock seemed like damage enough, but as Lydia’s eyes rolled back, Aaron pounded his hips harder than he thought she’d be able to handle.

She took the bulk of his shaft with relative ease, even going so far as to reflexively squeeze around it with her inner muscles as the last of her squirting climax eased down her own thighs in a heated mess.

“The harder I give it to you, the harder you cum. I guess there was something to that mythical feline sex drive after all!” Aaron was delighted, and his grin spread wider as he left her throat alone for a moment.

Now that he knew she could handle a proper, canine penetration, he was going to take her asshole for all that he could, and her cute, slender neck simply didn’t provide enough grip for Aaron to ground himself.

Her shoulders would be a much better choice, and they were soft under his tough, rugged digits. “No cat has ever b-been satisfied with j-just one orgasm,” she tried to lay the claim, but her chin was still quivering with every word as the aftershock of her climax held strong. “K…Kitty needs another…”

She knew that she’d feel it the next day; perhaps even the next few, knowing how deep his cock was plunging into her ass. She’d long since given up worrying about the consequences of her actions, taking a hedonistic approach to such a brutal, intense fucking.

She’d take all that he was willing to give, so long as he was still willing to give it.

“Another? You’ve had two, at least. I’ve only had one…are all kittens this selfish?” Aaron wasn’t afraid to put her on the spot as his fingers clenched down on her shoulders. “It would make fucking the lot of your village rather exhausting…”

Lydia gasped as claws sunk into the blissfully smooth surface of her flesh, her unblemished skin painted red with the intensity of his grip. Each scratch passed so evenly over the path of the last that she worried she might bleed from it, but there was something so delightful at having her body raked by genuine, canine claws.

She felt so primal that she wondered if her costume really was just that, instead of an extension of who she really was.

“No…n-no, you can’t!”

“I already told you that you had to wear me out,” Aaron reminded her.

Lydia winced her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around his upper back. “To hell with the village…do what you want with them, but this cock…p-please, only share this with me!”

She was sure that her ploy would work, even if the village was fictional.

“Pfft. Are you kidding? I’d probably t-tie you up,” Aaron struggled with his words as a fresh wave of delight washed over his form with the new build in his pace. “Tie you naked to a post, make you watch as I fucked e-each and every one of your slutty little friends…”

“You are downright evil.”

“Just saving the best for last,” he claimed, halting in his thrusts when his length was fully buried inside of her. She felt the familiar pulse of his shaft and waited for her asshole to be filled with the same warmth as her sex, but even as she clawed wildly at his back and gently pushed herself on his length, she didn’t feel anything.

“I think you’ve been s-saving it long enough,” she protested, clenching her insides on his shaft once more. Under his weight, she couldn’t move as freely as she would have liked, but she was trying desperately to milk the seed right from his body.

He had simply impressive control over his release; he could have filled her at the drop of a hat, but he knew how torturous it was for her to lay back and wait for it when she so desperately needed to feel it.

Her mingled suffering and pleasure wouldn’t end there.

“Perhaps I have, but I don’t think you’ve earned it,” Aaron replied, his claws pressing deep into her shoulders. She gasped aloud and shuddered with the feeling of a new penetration, just enough to draw the faintest trickles of blood from her flesh.

On that, he waited, taking a moment to read her eyes and see if he’d finally brought her to the breaking point.

“Then please l-let me…”

Her eyes were glistening with a shimmer of held tears, but under it all was an awakened lust that couldn’t be quenched with just one touch. She was ready for anything he could throw at her, and he still had a few tricks left up his sleeve.

“For the sake of your precious little village?” he asked, slowly pulling his claws from her body as his length slipped from her stretched, gaping asshole.

She narrowed her gaze upon the devious werewolf and gave a subtle shake of the head. “For me.”

“On your knees, bitch.”

Aaron’s response was quick and sharp, and like a thrown dagger, Lydia could only accept the blow and do her best to roll with it. It seemed she struck a chord by being up to his challenge, but she wanted him at his very worst, and no matter how she behaved, Aaron was going to get his own kicks out of the experience.

In the heat of the moment, they were a perfect match for each other, and Lydia was quick to keep the candle burning as she rolled onto her knees and gave a quick wiggle of the hips.

“This is how your canine bitches do it, right? Tail up, ass out?” she taunted him, wanting the first thrust to have every ounce of his frustration buried into it.

She was already sore, and the feel of his tip against her tired, gaping pucker was a tender one at first, but he was staying true to his canine nature.

Once the head found her entrance, the entirety of his length was quick to follow.

“And you feline bitches are used to forcing the male out of you after climax…you’re gonna have to make some adjustments,” he cautioned her, making it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere, even when she was all worn out.

She was shocked that she could handle all his manhood at the new angle. On his knees and closer to her than ever, Aaron could reach the very furthest depths of her tailhole, but her already wobbling knees were having trouble supporting his powerful figure.

He didn’t care in the least; she’d asked for this treatment, and like a proper wolf, his paws draped over the inside of her torso. The fronts of her thighs were raked hard by his claws as he looked for a place to grip, and as she whimpered in pained ecstasy, his hips found their rhythm.

In their first romp, Aaron was mostly playing along with her roleplay and getting a feel for the hybrid form of a human and canine anatomy that he’d been granted.

This time through, he was pure in his bestial lust, and his body reflected that as his hips pounded Lydia into submission. Her braids shook and flailed as his weight crashed down upon her, and in the middle of it all, his member spread her asshole wider than ever as she did all she could to hold her ground against him.

It’s so much…like a wild, feral wolf is fucking my ass with no remorse…he’s gonna ruin me, and I fucking love it!

Lydia’s shame, or lack thereof, made for quite the ride for Aaron, who found she offered no resistance to his neck-breaking pace. As the hotel room filled with the lewd sound of his sack slapping up against the inside of her thighs, she gripped the sheets and cried out with bliss as she found her voice once more.

“Th…that’s it? That’s all you’ve got for me?” she taunted him, and immediately, she felt a paw slip loose to smack harshly against her ass. It went right back to clenching her, and the brush of his fur over the sight of the strike only agitated her nerve endings, keeping her constantly reminded of the delightful sting. “How are y-you gonna conquer the village when you can’t even c-conquer me?”

She was poking the hornet’s nest and having a delightful time with it. Every one of her fantasies was being fulfilled as Aaron slipped further and further toward a mindless beast, his hips driving into her and spreading her rear entrance around the impressive shaft of his canine length with unrelenting force.

It just kept getting better for her as she felt Aaron leaning over her form, his fangs sinking right into the side of her neck and latching on as if she had the scruff that a canine would be used to. Her smooth, delicate flesh was no match for the pressure of his bite, but when she cried out again, it wasn’t a plea for help.

It was a pathetic, whimpering squeak that came along with yet another orgasm. Her womanhood was quivering and desperate to feel the weight of penetration, but she had to keep her palms flat on the bed for support, and the pressure of his cock through her inner workings was only teasing her that much more with the prospect of what she couldn’t have.

Though it was a truly masochistic sensation, Lydia was living and dying with every thrust, knowing how close Aaron was to slipping from her asshole and pumping into her cunt once more.

“Naughty…l-little…slut…”

Aaron’s fangs were gritted tight, and his breath was at a premium as his exhausting pace became erratic. Hard as it was to resist the earthly delights of her clenching walls before, he was already on the verge of a climax when they started again, and only the fact that he was working so hard allowed him to last so long in the first place.

It only took once more clench around the very tip of his cock to finish the wolf off, but Lydia paid for it once last time. Lunging forward, Aaron pumped into her ass and held her tight as his knot continued bumping forth, and as such sucked in a tight, squeaking gasp, she tried once more to cry out in praise of her canine master.

The weight and girth of his knot were so that she couldn’t manage it. She could hardly quiver, even as warm, liquid bliss poured inside of her tailhole and soaked her every surface. Now tied, Aaron was free to move his arms up and squeeze her breasts, but claws raked over the tender flesh and pinched at her nipples, drawing another series of desperate, whimpering cries from the human in feline clothing.

She’d been hoping for one last form of punishment from him, and when she most needed to cry his name, he took the ability away from her; only the fresh, slick rush of juices down the inside of her thighs could prove that she’d finished her third climax, but the mess was absolutely the kind of evidence that Aaron hoped for.

He didn’t care that it was staining his fur or warming the flesh beneath. He only cared that he’d put the bitch in her place and silenced her taunts, even if it took everything he had to accomplish that task.

Emptying the last of his cum into her ass was somehow a fringe benefit in the face of what came before, and in her moment of defeat, Lydia slumped forward; scratched, bruised, tender, tired, and utterly satisfied.

Aaron stayed atop her body and leaned over her back, giving her hips one last bump and teasing her tender insides with his still-gushing length. They wouldn’t be able to separate for at least a few more minutes, but by that time, neither one of them could be conscious.

And to think, I was about to return this stupid costume, they shared a thought, each one keeping their own little secret to themselves.