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Re: Ashley, Tsubaki, Priscilla (Scurdytrap, KakkaHousu, Tiffanian)
Michael turned to look at Priscilla as if she was insane when she had finished speaking, asking if she was sure she wanted to go through with her plan. "No other way" she replied quietly, and he agreed with a heavy sigh. He hid the alarune then, while the pack of dogs attempted to use the corrupted redhead. They were licking her all over, including her face, causing her to wag her tail happily. Two of them started to get over top of her, fighting one another for the right to mount her, which is the only thing that saved her from being penetrated and destroying the scent of the rich man’s dog. She could feel their hard cocks stroking her big belly, poking against her lower lips and then rubbing up between her asscheeks. She instinctively tried to move to help them gain entry into her needy pussy, but Michael came back and stopped them just in time.
He managed to move Priscilla away from the dog pack for a while, into a small alleyway, and placed her on some stairs to keep her out of their reach. The archer then pressed two of his fingers carefully into her dripping cunt, causing her to let out a lewd moan, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she drooled down her chin and onto the stairs. It felt so incredibly good to have even just the fingers inside of her, and she made quite loud noises of contentment until he told her to be quiet. She whimpered, putting her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as he worked his fingers inside her, getting some of the dog’s cum onto them. The dogs behind them were nearly in a frenzy now, barking and growling, quite ready to have a go at the redheaded mage. When Michael placed his cum-stained fingers in front of her, Priscilla sniffed them vigorously; the scent was faint, but to her dog-nose it was a pungent odor, and very pleasant. When she had acquired the scent she began to lick the cum and her own juices off of his fingers, wagging her tail furiously, her eyes fluttering at the wonderful taste.
It took all of Priscilla’s willpower not to jump in the middle of the dog pack, her body very ready to be used by all of them. Still, she managed to hold herself back and to begin to sniff at the group, trying to pick out the most similar smells and then to focus in on those. When she had identified a promising candidate she got closer while Michael protected her, circling around him and sniffing, taking a good whiff at his backside and erect member before moving on to the next candidate. She couldn’t decide which was the one, unfortunately, even with her heightened sense of smell, and she could only narrow it down to four candidates. There was only one way to find out which it was now; she would have to take each in turn until she found the right dog.
Michael tried to move the other dogs off as Priscilla got into proper mating position; on all fours, head down, ass up, wiggling her butt invitingly as her tail wagged furiously. The mage was blushing darkly as she realized just what position she was in; she was no longer really human in that moment, instead simply a bitch in heat. And she was very much in heat at that moment. Having her companion’s business-like fingers inside of her had only made her need grow, and her pussy juices were trickling freely down her inner thighs as she whimpered and whined. It didn’t take long for one of the dogs to mount her, getting up on her back and slamming into her wet pussy to the hilt in one powerful blow. She yelped out before covering her mouth again, not wanting to make noise.
Priscilla rested like that for a brief moment, her heavily pregnant belly scraping against the ground along with her quite erect nipples as the dog tried to get into a rhythm with his thrusting. Instinctively she raised her butt higher into the air and arched her back a bit, allowing him to get something of a grip on her with his front paws, giving him the leverage he needed to pound her. The young redhead began to focus intently on the particulars of their mating, looking for clues as to whether or not this was the one; she paid quite a bit of attention to the length and girth of his doggy prick, the spot inside of her that its tip hit when he was hilted inside of her, the feel of his balls as they slapped against her clit, his weight on her back, the pace at which he chose to fuck her. All of these she tried to process even as her body began to betray her, loving the sensations more and more. Her tail wagged happily as he pistoned into her frantically, her hand barely able to muffle her moans, until finally she felt him unleash a stream of hot cum into her womb, and she had to suck hard on her hand to keep from screaming in pleasure.
There was one last detail of the dog to be considered, however, and Priscilla would have been remiss if she had allowed it to slip. She felt the base of his cock begin to widen, and she started to drool again as she realized what was happening. After a minute or two he had her knotted, and she groaned out in pleasure. He became even more frantic with his thrusts once he had her plugged up, pounding harder, faster, the big, thick knot stretching her tight little pussy so wonderfully around it that she marveled that she had ever lived without being fucked by dogs. He came again, and so too did she, losing a bit more of her humanity in the process. She was subjected to one more round before his knot began to soften and finally popped free from her, thick doggy spunk oozing down her inner thighs as the next in line got over her, slamming into her hard enough that cum shot rather forcefully out around his cock. He was heavier than the first, she noted, much more so, as her body was pressed tightly to the pavement.
Priscilla tried to note all the characteristics of this new dog, but it was a hard battle. It was so intensely pleasurable, so good, that she could hardly think at all. The second dog’s first orgasm filled her little pussy to overflowing, and she came with him very hard, her eyes crossing at the power of her peak. Even on her hands and knees it was hard to hold up her partner’s weight, but she somehow managed it as he kept thrusting away. He too knotted her soon, thrusting even harder, threatening to break her body as well as her mind. It was highly unlikely that her pussy would be either tight or little after this affair, but that was hardly on the redhead’s mind. A fifth orgasm of the session, and then a sixth, washed over her, each more powerful than the last. When the third dog mounted her she was no longer trying to distinguish whether he might be the one they were looking for any longer; she was simply trying to retain her mind. She was doing quite a poor job, too, as that big doggy cock forced her to yet another peak. Her moans began slowly to change to dog-like whines and whimpers as he knotted her, the occasional "woof" or "arf" or "yip" being interjected after he brought her to even more orgasms.
Priscilla’s eyes were glazed over with bliss by the time the last dog mounted her, nearly rolled back into her head, and it didn’t take long for this one to make her cum. There was a puddle of doggy cum and pussy juices below her, quite a significant one, and lewd wet noises resounded from their coupling with each thrust. Each orgasm only increased her lust and need, and the redheaded mage was almost completely broken now, this last dog’s cock so utterly perfect, so wonderful, that she couldn’t imagine ever getting up off of her hands and knees under him. This was where she belonged, and she knew it; this strong, handsome dog’s breeding bitch, knocked up constantly with a litter of his puppies. She was yapping happily until she heard a human voice get close, and suddenly Michael tried to interrupt the lewd sex. The dog would have none of it, however, and began to run, still knotted inside of Priscilla.
She was dragged quite some way, his thick knot pulling hard on her lower lips, which made her feel all the more wonderful. She moaned out lewdly, interjecting a few more arfs before Michael finally stopped them. Priscilla was panting lewdly, her mouth open, tongue hanging out, drooling quite heavily. As Michael touched her face she licked his fingers, slowly and weakly getting onto her back, spreading her legs and holding her hands above her head, like a dog. She wanted a belly rub, or maybe to give him sloppy fifths in a more human position. By that time there was very little “Priscilla” left in her, but the archer’s sad face made her frown and whine. What had she done to make her owner sad? He lifted her up, restraining two of the dogs at the same time, and let her recover. It took some time, but finally her mind cleared of the fog enough that she realized once again that she was human, and she was a mage named Priscilla, and that they were trying to find the first dog she had ever fucked, though she wasn’t sure why. "Him, arf, he’s the one, arf!" she said, pointing to one of the ones Michael had restrained. "W…would… woof… would you maybe… woof… consider…" she started, but then she shook her head. She wanted, quite badly, to be put between the dog and the man she thought of at the moment as her owner, being fucked by the dog as she serviced the human orally, but something inside her told her that this wasn’t appropriate at the moment, though she didn’t know why.
Michael turned to look at Priscilla as if she was insane when she had finished speaking, asking if she was sure she wanted to go through with her plan. "No other way" she replied quietly, and he agreed with a heavy sigh. He hid the alarune then, while the pack of dogs attempted to use the corrupted redhead. They were licking her all over, including her face, causing her to wag her tail happily. Two of them started to get over top of her, fighting one another for the right to mount her, which is the only thing that saved her from being penetrated and destroying the scent of the rich man’s dog. She could feel their hard cocks stroking her big belly, poking against her lower lips and then rubbing up between her asscheeks. She instinctively tried to move to help them gain entry into her needy pussy, but Michael came back and stopped them just in time.
He managed to move Priscilla away from the dog pack for a while, into a small alleyway, and placed her on some stairs to keep her out of their reach. The archer then pressed two of his fingers carefully into her dripping cunt, causing her to let out a lewd moan, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she drooled down her chin and onto the stairs. It felt so incredibly good to have even just the fingers inside of her, and she made quite loud noises of contentment until he told her to be quiet. She whimpered, putting her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as he worked his fingers inside her, getting some of the dog’s cum onto them. The dogs behind them were nearly in a frenzy now, barking and growling, quite ready to have a go at the redheaded mage. When Michael placed his cum-stained fingers in front of her, Priscilla sniffed them vigorously; the scent was faint, but to her dog-nose it was a pungent odor, and very pleasant. When she had acquired the scent she began to lick the cum and her own juices off of his fingers, wagging her tail furiously, her eyes fluttering at the wonderful taste.
It took all of Priscilla’s willpower not to jump in the middle of the dog pack, her body very ready to be used by all of them. Still, she managed to hold herself back and to begin to sniff at the group, trying to pick out the most similar smells and then to focus in on those. When she had identified a promising candidate she got closer while Michael protected her, circling around him and sniffing, taking a good whiff at his backside and erect member before moving on to the next candidate. She couldn’t decide which was the one, unfortunately, even with her heightened sense of smell, and she could only narrow it down to four candidates. There was only one way to find out which it was now; she would have to take each in turn until she found the right dog.
Michael tried to move the other dogs off as Priscilla got into proper mating position; on all fours, head down, ass up, wiggling her butt invitingly as her tail wagged furiously. The mage was blushing darkly as she realized just what position she was in; she was no longer really human in that moment, instead simply a bitch in heat. And she was very much in heat at that moment. Having her companion’s business-like fingers inside of her had only made her need grow, and her pussy juices were trickling freely down her inner thighs as she whimpered and whined. It didn’t take long for one of the dogs to mount her, getting up on her back and slamming into her wet pussy to the hilt in one powerful blow. She yelped out before covering her mouth again, not wanting to make noise.
Priscilla rested like that for a brief moment, her heavily pregnant belly scraping against the ground along with her quite erect nipples as the dog tried to get into a rhythm with his thrusting. Instinctively she raised her butt higher into the air and arched her back a bit, allowing him to get something of a grip on her with his front paws, giving him the leverage he needed to pound her. The young redhead began to focus intently on the particulars of their mating, looking for clues as to whether or not this was the one; she paid quite a bit of attention to the length and girth of his doggy prick, the spot inside of her that its tip hit when he was hilted inside of her, the feel of his balls as they slapped against her clit, his weight on her back, the pace at which he chose to fuck her. All of these she tried to process even as her body began to betray her, loving the sensations more and more. Her tail wagged happily as he pistoned into her frantically, her hand barely able to muffle her moans, until finally she felt him unleash a stream of hot cum into her womb, and she had to suck hard on her hand to keep from screaming in pleasure.
There was one last detail of the dog to be considered, however, and Priscilla would have been remiss if she had allowed it to slip. She felt the base of his cock begin to widen, and she started to drool again as she realized what was happening. After a minute or two he had her knotted, and she groaned out in pleasure. He became even more frantic with his thrusts once he had her plugged up, pounding harder, faster, the big, thick knot stretching her tight little pussy so wonderfully around it that she marveled that she had ever lived without being fucked by dogs. He came again, and so too did she, losing a bit more of her humanity in the process. She was subjected to one more round before his knot began to soften and finally popped free from her, thick doggy spunk oozing down her inner thighs as the next in line got over her, slamming into her hard enough that cum shot rather forcefully out around his cock. He was heavier than the first, she noted, much more so, as her body was pressed tightly to the pavement.
Priscilla tried to note all the characteristics of this new dog, but it was a hard battle. It was so intensely pleasurable, so good, that she could hardly think at all. The second dog’s first orgasm filled her little pussy to overflowing, and she came with him very hard, her eyes crossing at the power of her peak. Even on her hands and knees it was hard to hold up her partner’s weight, but she somehow managed it as he kept thrusting away. He too knotted her soon, thrusting even harder, threatening to break her body as well as her mind. It was highly unlikely that her pussy would be either tight or little after this affair, but that was hardly on the redhead’s mind. A fifth orgasm of the session, and then a sixth, washed over her, each more powerful than the last. When the third dog mounted her she was no longer trying to distinguish whether he might be the one they were looking for any longer; she was simply trying to retain her mind. She was doing quite a poor job, too, as that big doggy cock forced her to yet another peak. Her moans began slowly to change to dog-like whines and whimpers as he knotted her, the occasional "woof" or "arf" or "yip" being interjected after he brought her to even more orgasms.
Priscilla’s eyes were glazed over with bliss by the time the last dog mounted her, nearly rolled back into her head, and it didn’t take long for this one to make her cum. There was a puddle of doggy cum and pussy juices below her, quite a significant one, and lewd wet noises resounded from their coupling with each thrust. Each orgasm only increased her lust and need, and the redheaded mage was almost completely broken now, this last dog’s cock so utterly perfect, so wonderful, that she couldn’t imagine ever getting up off of her hands and knees under him. This was where she belonged, and she knew it; this strong, handsome dog’s breeding bitch, knocked up constantly with a litter of his puppies. She was yapping happily until she heard a human voice get close, and suddenly Michael tried to interrupt the lewd sex. The dog would have none of it, however, and began to run, still knotted inside of Priscilla.
She was dragged quite some way, his thick knot pulling hard on her lower lips, which made her feel all the more wonderful. She moaned out lewdly, interjecting a few more arfs before Michael finally stopped them. Priscilla was panting lewdly, her mouth open, tongue hanging out, drooling quite heavily. As Michael touched her face she licked his fingers, slowly and weakly getting onto her back, spreading her legs and holding her hands above her head, like a dog. She wanted a belly rub, or maybe to give him sloppy fifths in a more human position. By that time there was very little “Priscilla” left in her, but the archer’s sad face made her frown and whine. What had she done to make her owner sad? He lifted her up, restraining two of the dogs at the same time, and let her recover. It took some time, but finally her mind cleared of the fog enough that she realized once again that she was human, and she was a mage named Priscilla, and that they were trying to find the first dog she had ever fucked, though she wasn’t sure why. "Him, arf, he’s the one, arf!" she said, pointing to one of the ones Michael had restrained. "W…would… woof… would you maybe… woof… consider…" she started, but then she shook her head. She wanted, quite badly, to be put between the dog and the man she thought of at the moment as her owner, being fucked by the dog as she serviced the human orally, but something inside her told her that this wasn’t appropriate at the moment, though she didn’t know why.
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