The remaining two days are a blur. Devon stays at my apartment and we indulge in my heat the entire time. No surface in my place isn’t used as a prop to fuck on and when all is said and done, I must have taken at least ten gallons of beastman cum up my ass. I can hardly believe that after taking his dick again and again and again I still kept begging for more, and he was perfectly happy to oblige.
On the third day I wake up in my bed, completely surrounded by the wolf’s thick fur as he cuddles me from behind, his throbbing cock still lodged deep inside of me. But for the first time since my heat began I don’t feel the need to milk him dry. Instead I feel what I can best describe as being hungover. A sense of guilt and embarrassment barreling down on me as I realize what I’ve done the past few days. I used to strictly be a top and I just spent nearly three full days on a sex bender, doing nothing but bending over for a surly beastman to unload in me as many times as he could. I slide forward off his dick slowly, groaning under my breath to not wake him and thankfully I manage to get his entire length out of me without doing so. After freeing myself of his grasp I make a beeline for the shower, trying to wash the scent of Devon off of me and expel as much of his cum as I can.
Once I leave the bathroom I can see he’s walking towards me with a sly grin on his face. Just the way his balls shift with every step makes me feel the need to give into him one more time, but now that my heat has passed I know I can find the will to deny him. At least I hope so. Luckily he passes by, his claws dragging against my side gently as he does, before he goes to pick up his clothes.
“Well it’s been fun, but I got work today.” He slides on his jockstrap and then his jeans before casually slipping into his button up shirt. I stand there, transfixed on his muscles as they flex from every motion he makes. I used to consider a guy like this so far removed from my usual type, but now I have newfound appreciation for a body like his. The larger and more sculpted he is means each thrust of his can pound into me harder…deeper. Lost in thought I hardly notice he’s directly in front of me now. He leans in close and presses something into my open palm before winking at me. “I hope you give me a call. Could make this a regular thing.”
I look down and see he placed a crumpled paper with his number on it into my hand. Before I can respond he leans in and kisses me firmly, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Even though I should resist or at least be somewhat free of my desperate urges I can’t help kissing him back, enjoying the way his tongue presses down into mine. He releases me after a few moments and winks one more time before heading out of the apartment on his way.
I suddenly have the urge to run after him…beg him to fill me one more time before he goes. My hole feels like a gaping pit that needs to be filled with a fat load. It’s nowhere near as mind warping as it was when I was in heat but the desire to be filled is still there. And it always will be. Before I have a chance to go after him or grab my dildo I pull on some clothes. I will not let these new feelings run my life or dictate what I do. I was strong enough to resist going back to Bill for months…yeah after you swallowed down five different guys loads. I shake my head and think as resolutely as I can that this time will be different. I was tricked and defiled by that sleazy stallion and I won’t let him win. I’ll fight this.
…..
The next couple of days I manage to easily adhere to this new set of rules. I go back to work like nothing happened, and quite frankly, working ten hour shifts away from my phone and other temptations actually helps quite a lot. So much so that I pick up extra shifts just to keep my mind focused on staying far away from any men that might draw my attention. Occasionally I’ll feel that itch develop a bit more prominently, but my straight coworkers thankfully don’t provide much temptation. The plan works so well my life feels like it’s returned to normal. A sexless normal but normal in every other way and for now I’ll take it.
One night after work I pull out my phone and scroll through my apps to find something when my thumb taps the dating app Bill had set up for me. I see the grid of profiles, some almost immediately enticing me, but go to shut the app as fast as possible. Unfortunately, I’m too slow and distracted because just before I do someone sends me a message. I go to read it without even thinking but manage to stop myself. Come on…you’re doing great so far…just shut the app. Then another message pops up and another. In a trance like state, I go to open the messages. Surely just reading it couldn’t hurt.
HungTOP11”: Hi again
HungTOP11”: Been stroking my meat to that video you sent for the last week.
HungTOP11”: Just gonna tease me like that?
Just above his messages is the same photo he sent when my heat first started. A thick, juicy, green orc cock right next to a beer can for comparison. The itch in my throat and my hole respond to the sight of it and I sidle back and forth uneasily. I’m not so desperate that I’m willing to meet with this orc, but if just a single picture can get my body to respond this way, then maybe…just maybe. In that moment I decide my plan of action. The alterations to my body are permanent and I can’t change that, but I don’t want to become a toy for other men either. So if I message this guy…lead him along…I might be able to get more pictures from him that I can use in conjunction with the dildo I have. I can somewhat satisfy my urges. And I’ll never have to actually meet him. Might not be the nicest thing I’ve ever done, but I have to come up with some way to suppress these cravings. I pause, then start typing in a message.
BottomBoi: Sorry, just been really busy lately.
I stand there at the bus stop waiting for a reply, hoping he’ll take the bait and after a few moments he does.
HungTOP11”: That’s fine. When are you free?
Shit…gotta give him something or he’s just going to move on to a more willing bottom out there.
BottomBoi: I’m usually free on Sun or Mon.
Technically not a lie, those are my days off after all.
HungTOP11”: Perfect! Wanna swing by my place on Sunday?
BottomBoi: I’d love to! I’m just not sure if I’ll have this family thing I need to do just yet.
I step on the bus that arrives and feel my heart beating faster, feeling a pang of guilt for leading this guy on like this, but I rationalize it by thinking he just wants to use me like some fleshlight anyways.
HungTOP11”: Great! So what are you into?
I take a seat along the aisle and think for a moment. I don’t really know the best way to hold his interest or what kind of lingo a hungry bottom would use. Well…I guess I could always just parrot what other bottoms used to say to me.
BottomBoi: Oral, body contact, bb, being dominated.
There’s a long pause and I wonder if I said the wrong thing before he finally starts typing again.
HungTOP11”: BB huh? You ever taken a load from an orc?
I shudder a bit as my imagination plays out the fantasy. Him plunging as deep as he can before he starts pumping shot after shot of orc cum up into me. I wonder if it’s any different from the beastman’s loads I’ve already taken. No harm in wondering…it’s not like I’m actually going to find out anyways.
BottomBoi: No, just from a couple beastman.
HungTOP11”: Our cum is pretty thick. I hope you weren’t planning on pushing it back out.
I look down at my growing hardon, surprised at just how into this conversation I’m becoming. How thick could his cum really be? Surely not more than Bill’s. He’s probably just exaggerating. But what if he’s not…what if he came inside me and every single drop of thick, tarry semen stayed inside. I shift in my seat as my hole twitches uncomfortably. I need to get home so I can use that toy of mine.
BottomBoi: It can’t be that thick…
HungTOP11”: Wanna bet sexy
I gulp softly and sit there contemplating it when he suddenly sends a video. The thumbnail shows his dick already halfway up a cheetah beastman’s ass. I think it might be best to wait until I get home and forcefully stow away my phone. The rest of the ride I try to focus my thoughts on anything besides the itchy sensation deep in my guts but it’s almost impossible. Mercifully the ride is short and I race off the bus and into my apartment building. Once I shut my door behind me and lock it I make a beeline for the dildo sitting under my bed. I pull it out and slide off my pants before getting comfortable on my couch. After opening the app again and seeing the video I finally press play. It shows his dick throbbing very visibly with the audible sound of his cum pumping into the little cheetah twink. The beastman moans in a high-pitched feminine voice, squirming on his dick as he takes the absurdly large amount of cum, but none if it seems to be leaking out. Finally after the nearly three minute video is approaching the end he pulls out. I can see the thick, almost chunky globs of cum stuffed inside his gaped hole.
“Try pushing it out slut” The orc’s voice is shockingly deep and bassy. The little twink obeys and his hole pushes out and puckers, but the thick gunk inside all stays in place save for a single gob of it running maybe an inch down his ass. The cheetah whines desperately, clearly getting frustrated that he can’t do as he’s commanded.
“I…unghh…I can’t!” The orc laughs softly and shoves two thick fingers up his used hole. I look down and see I’ve buried the entire dildo up my ass and am slowly fucking myself with it as I watch the video. I can feel a climax building inside of me and I decide I’ll need more from him to reach it.
BottomBoi: Holy shit! That’s hot! Do you have any more vids like that? I wanna know what I’m in for.
HungTOP11”: Sure thing. We can make our own video when we meet up too.
I feel another stab of guilt, knowing full well I have no intention to meet this man, but the feeling is washed away when another video pops up from him. I press play without even letting the thumbnail load. The orc thrusts into another twink with dark red skin. Must be a demon. He definitely seems to have a thing for guys that have my body type. The two grunt and moan in unison as he slides in and out of the demon’s slick hole and I match the motions with my dildo, beginning to moan along with them.
“You want my load slut?” The camera pans up slightly to the twink’s face as he looks back over his shoulder. Out of breath he nods and pants.
“Yes daddy! Kn-knock me up!” The orc suddenly pounds into him with deep, fast strokes and then holds himself steady with his entire dick pushed inside of the smaller demon. As soon as he starts cumming I feel it rising up in me too, imagining what it must feel like to have so much orc jizz rocketing up my guts. I lean my head back and gasp as I start shooting my cum across my chest, holding the dildo as deep as it will go. I suddenly realize that this plan could actually work. I actually managed to orgasm with my toy and my insides are completely load free. This could work…
……
The remainder of the week we message back and forth, talking dirty and making promises of what we’ll do to one another once we meet in person. All the while the plan works exceedingly well at satisfying my sexual urges, but then comes Sunday.
HungTOP11”: So what time did you wanna come by?
BottomBoi: Shit sorry…turns out I actually do have that family thing to get to.
HungTOP11”: What time are you done? Could always meet after.
BottomBoi: It’s pretty much gonna be all day sorry and tomorrow I’ve got a lot errands to take care of.
There’s a long pause and I worry that he’ll simply cut me loose and accept his loss. Then I see the three dots form as he types.
HungTOP11”: All good. You free the week after?
I sigh with relief and wonder how to phrase a vague maybe.
BottomBoi: I have a work event I’m going to, but if it ends a little early then absolutely!
This goes on like this for another two weeks, where we discuss what he believes to be our inevitable meeting and then at the last second I make up an excuse as to why I can’t make it. I can tell he’s growing frustrated, and my guilt grows by the day. He actually seems to be a pretty understanding and stand-up guy, but I just can’t bring myself to succumb to these alterations that were forced upon me. Approaching the third week of us being in contact I notice he’s not messaging back as quickly or with as much enthusiasm and I wonder if I’ll have to start over with someone else. But am I really gonna be the flake that just blueballs every guy on the app? That can only last so long before I simply run out of people to trick and besides…I used to absolutely hate it when a bottom bailed on me at the last second. I’ll need to come up with a better solution to my problem than this. Then the fateful day comes.
I wake up in my bed and sigh uncomfortably as I realize how hot it is in my room. Did I forget to turn on the AC before I fell asleep? I slide out of bed and walk to the unit, seeing that it’s set to a nice, cool seventy-two degrees. Why do I feel so hot then? I press a finger against my forearm and wince from the heat burning off me. Then as I step forward my boxer briefs rub against my hole and a jolt shoots up my spine. I gasp and let out a low moan. Oh fuck…I’m in heat again.
I immediately rush for my phone and dial work to call out. I simply can’t afford any distractions or temptations. Besides…it’s near impossible to focus on my work as my insides itch and ache to be filled. I remove my underwear and pace around the house thinking of ways to stay cool and focus on anything but my new needs. My phone vibrates and I go to pick it up, assuming it’s work calling me back, but what I’m greeted to is a message from the orc.
HungTOP11”: Hey there. Feeling horny today.
Before I can shut the app he sends another picture of his veiny cock dripping precum. My fantasies go into an immediate overdrive. Imagine that thing splitting you open. Imagine it pumping your first load of orc cum into you. What’s so wrong with heading over to his place? I shake my head as I try to make the thoughts go away but the images of him holding me down and loading me up just won’t stop. I can’t give in like this.
I rush to my dildo and in one swift motion push the entire thing inside of me. Just like it was the last time I was in heat, it pleases the base urge to be filled but it just isn’t enough to bring me satisfaction. It’s missing all the right ingredients to send me over the edge and that incessant itch inside of me is building to be almost unbearable. I scroll back to the videos he sent me over the past few weeks and try to use them to reach a climax. I feel my cheeks flushing a deep red as I use all of my strength to pound the dildo in and out of my hole but it’s just not working. After just a few minutes of trying I know I’ll simply never succeed in cumming like this…I need the real thing.
HungTOP11”: You free to come by my place and take care of this?
I become conscious of my own voice whimpering as my brain fights the desire to submit to this orc. How wonderfully perfect it would be to let him breed me over and over. Finally understand just how thick and virile his cum is. I start to type in a message making another excuse that I’m at work when he beats me to the punch and sends the final nail in my coffin.
HungTOP11”: I haven’t cum in like three days. Might just get you pregnant.
His words strike me through my heart like a lightning bolt. In a matter of seconds, I respond.
BottomBoi: What’s your address?
He wastes no time sending it to me and in a flash I dress and make my way out of the apartment. What the hell am I doing? All it took was the promise of filling me with so much cum that he somehow manages to overcome biology itself and impregnate me. But no matter how many ways I tell myself this is a bad idea I can’t stop my feet from carrying me to the Metro station. I rush onto the train and find an empty seat, panting softly as my hole aches with need.
I look around at the train's occupants and notice a very large tiger beastman staring at me. I look away quickly but find my eyes drifting back towards him. He sniffs at the air and then grins maliciously before he stands and walks across the gap in the train towards me. I flinch slightly as he takes a seat right next to me and leans in.
“Didn’t think humans went into heat.” His voice reminds me of Devon’s, sharp and gravelly with a sense of danger behind it. I blush even more and look up at him as if I’m about to apologize.
“Um…I…” I struggle to think up a good enough response. It’s not like I’m about to tell him what Bill did to me, but I’m not sure how I’m supposed to explain a human going into heat. I look down and see his long, striped tail beginning to snake around my leg as my focus on getting to the orc suddenly becomes less pressing. What if I just let this guy take me right here? He seems more than interested. You’ll get arrested stupid. But what if I followed him back to his place? Or we simply find the closest restroom?
“Want to come to my place cutie? I can take care of that for you.” I open my mouth to say yes but manage to hold back the words. Stay focused. What for? You’re on your way to get bred anyways. Maybe the orc will like getting sloppy seconds. I open my mouth again to respond when the train comes to an abrupt halt and the doors open at my stop. I hurry out of the train and onto the platform, feeling dizzy and uneasy. I have to get to the orc’s house as quickly as possible, especially now that I know other beastmen can smell that I’m in heat.
I stumble my way through the remainder of my journey to his house, bumping into a few passersby, earning several angry glares and one lustful growl from a lion beastman. By some miracle I manage to reach the orc’s place and knock on the front door. He lives in a large two-story house in a quiet suburb making me wonder what he does for work, but no thought in my head manages to take precedence over the one begging for me to let this man knock me up. It feels like an eternity waiting on his doorstep, but eventually the door swings open and I come face to face with the man himself. He stands at least a foot taller than me, a large potbelly pushing his tank top outward and exposing a thick treasure trail leading to the bulge in his jockstrap. The muscles of his pecs and arms look even more imposing than the two beastmen I’ve already been with. Finally my eyes rest on his face and I’m taken aback by how handsome he is. A chiseled jawline, large tusks, and neatly trimmed black beard.
“Nice to finally meet you. Fuck…you’re even cuter in person.” I nearly fall to my knees right then and there. In fact I certainly would have if he didn’t grab a hold of my shirt and pull me across the threshold before planting a firm kiss on my lips. I grunt as his dull tusks dig at my cheeks and then let out a slutty, muffled moan as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. In this moment my resolve to put up any kind of resistance or second guess what I’m doing cracks. All that matters is letting this beast of a man take what he wants.
He reaches behind me and gropes at my ass making me groan into his mouth before he grips it hard and hoists me into the air. My hands slide around his shoulders, holding tight as he walks us further into the well decorated house and then up the stairs. His tongue dominates my own, filling my mouth, leaving trails of his saliva everywhere it touches. At this point my hole is so moist I can feel it soaking through my underwear. Then abruptly he pulls his tongue from my mouth and throws me backwards. I go to brace myself, but land softly onto his bed, briefly considering how soft the sheets are. He grins down at me and begins to crawl on top of me, making the bed creak and groan under his weight. The look on his face is ravenous, but similar to Devon, with a sense of tenderness behind it.
He suddenly tilts to the side and lands on his back next to me before reaching down and sliding his jockstrap to the side. Out springs his impossibly thick tool, so perfectly shaped as it throbs impatiently. I go to lean forward when his musk hits me and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I thought the stallion’s musk was intoxicating but this…this is genuinely addicting. So much so I inwardly worry I’ll be unable to go without it in my life anymore. I lean closer and breathe deeply, sighing happily as my mouth salivates. It’s so intoxicating that I begin to feel angry with myself for almost ghosting this guy. A man like this deserves to be appreciated and worshiped. He smiles toothily and rubs the back of my head as I get closer and closer.
“Should have warned you kid. Orc musk is some of the strongest out there…but it doesn’t seem like you mind at all.” How could I possibly mind? I want to bathe in his sweat, let his scent envelop my entire body. I feel like I’m getting high off his testosterone. I press my face to the side of his dick and sniff at it affectionately before I place a wet kiss on it. The taste is salty and strong, noticeably different from the stallion or the wolf’s and yet exceedingly familiar. I plant another kiss and then another, moving up and down his shaft as I develop a rhythm and use my tongue. My whole plan was to use this guy, not to end up in his bed making out with his cock, but I couldn’t care less about what my original intentions were. Right now the important thing is enjoying every last second of this man and treating him like the king he is.
I reach the meaty head of his dick and swallow it into my mouth, earning me a shockingly large burst of precum. I let it slide down my throat and sigh happily before I start descending upon him. His veins throb and pulse against the soft insides of my throat with every fresh spurt of precum, making the journey down my esophagus quite easy. When I reach the base I open my eyes and see his balls throbbing so I reach forward and cup them in my hands. I try to lift them and let out a muffled gasp as I realize just how heavy they are. I assumed he was just exaggerating when he said he hadn’t cum in three days, but more and more signs are pointing to the very real possibility that he might have actually been downplaying how pent up he is.
His arms shift and I assume he’s about to grip my head and start forcing me up and down when I feel them instead grab onto my waist. He effortlessly slides my lower half onto his chest so my ass is pointed directly at his face while I take his entire cock down my throat. He grabs ahold of my jeans and with a firm grunt he tears them in two right off my body.
“Fuck…just look at that ass.” I briefly lament the loss of my favorite pair of jeans but quickly forget they ever existed when his face buries in between my cheeks. His hot breath hits my hole and I moan loudly before I start deepthroating him in earnest. He growls in appreciation and very abruptly shoves his tongue into my hole making me squeal with his cock still plugging my throat. His tongue isn’t as long as the wolf’s but it’s very thick and he certainly knows how to use it, wriggling it back and forth, swirling it in circular motions to hit every nook and cranny I have. I pick up the pace, savoring his taste and making sure I push my face into his ballsack every single time, hoping his musk stays plastered to me for the rest of my life.
Before long he pulls out and uses one of his large hands to drag me off his dick, leaving me panting and struggling against him to get his cock back inside me. He chuckles and manhandles me so that I’m facing him and his dick is being hotdogged by my butt. He gently pinches my chin and tilts my head back slightly.
“Ride my cock boi.” Such a simple order to give but as soon as he says the words I feel my body getting into position instantly. I reach back and hold his thick dick by the base, mesmerized by the amount of heat radiating off it, before positioning my hole against the tip. All I have to do is take a seat and I’ll have this burly orc well on the way to breeding me like the slut I’ve become. He positions his huge hands on my hips, but doesn’t force me down, instead leaving it up to me to take the plunge. And after a few moments of hesitation, I do. His cock breaches my hole and starts sliding inside. I tilt my head back and moan as my toes curl and fingers dig into his chest. Fuck it feels so good. So impossibly good. I continue working my way down and after only a few seconds his entire member is lodged deep inside me. The orc’s hands slide off my hips to my ass to give them a squeeze before he gives one cheek a firm slap. The sharp sting makes me tighten around his tool and he grunts in appreciation.
“Fuck yeah! You must really want it sexy! Well its all yours.” His hands loosen their grip and I lift myself up, whimpering at the loss of feeling so full before I slam myself back down onto it. I then start to ride him properly, lifting my ass up and then letting gravity bring me back down in long, drawn out strokes. I continue on like this for some time but with every second my legs grow weaker and begin to burn from the effort. As they cramp up I slow down my pace which the orc takes advantage of. He grabs my hips again and swiftly flips myself and him over so he’s now on top of me. “My turn.”
I gulp softly and gasp as he immediately begins pile driving himself into my slutty hole. He’s utterly relentless, using his full force to slam into me. My cries and wanton moans are so loud at this point I begin to worry that we’re going to have the cops called on us, but almost as if he was thinking the same thing he leans forward and mashes his lips against mine. The way he makes out with me is almost as brutal as the way he pounds my ass. I shut my eyes and bask in the sensations he’s bringing to me. Even with how successful I’ve been in avoiding sex of any kind over the last month, I wasn’t able to feel…complete. But right now…laying under this husky orc as he drills into my guts…his sweat dripping down onto my body…his scent and cock claiming me for himself…only now do I feel complete. He breaks the kiss and stops thrusting for a moment. He leans in until his lips are only an inch from my ear and whispers to me.
“Gonna knock you up sexy. Is that what you want?” My whole body quakes from his statement and I nod desperately, panting and whining for it as my hole milks his cock.
“Yes! F-Fuck yes! Breed me please!” He leans back and pushes his chest out slightly as he huffs.
“Get ready boi! Gonna make a mother out of you!” The orc then pushes his arms under my legs and gets me into a mating press which I’m quickly learning is my favorite position to be bred in. He starts thrusting firmly, going balls deep each time, his balls thwacking into my ass with so much force I start to wonder if it’s going to leave bruises. He picks up the pace and then plants himself deep inside of me as I hear the welcome sound of gurgling. Any second now I’ll have his load inside me. His dick swells as his cum races up and then finally he erupts into my insides.
I can already feel the difference in his cum to the two beastman I’ve already been with. It really does feel thicker…more sticky…and slower moving. I look down and after a bit of time passes I can see my belly beginning to swell and ripple with how much he’s unloading into me. God I hope he actually gets me pregnant. I blink in surprise at having thought that but can hardly contemplate what took me there because he suddenly starts cumming harder than before. I look up and see his face scrunched up, teeth gritted as he grunts and growls with pleasure. I grab onto the mattress as my own orgasm tears through me, my whole body vibrating from head to toe. My cum soaks both of our bellies as he continues to pour his seed into my body with no end in sight. I can feel it reaching deeper and deeper, previously untouched parts of my insides suddenly knowing the delight of being submerged in thick orc cum. Finally his cum slows to a stop and the both of us pant, smiling in the afterglow.
He then very forcefully yanks his length back out of me and flips me onto my stomach before lifting me into an all-fours position.
“Try pushing it out slut.” I recognize the words from his video with the cheetah and immediately do as he says. Surely the beastman he was fucking just didn’t push hard enough. I grunt as I try to get some out but the tarlike mixture of his semen stays stuck inside me like some kind of cement. I gasp and try harder, feeling some satisfaction as a very thick glob trickles out of my hole, but even putting all my effort behind it no more will come out than that.
“I…oh fuck…y-you weren’t kidding…I can’t.” He chuckles and slides his dick back into my hole making me shake all over.
“That’s because when an orc fucks a little slut like you he always gets them pregnant.” He kisses the back of my neck and I sigh happily before he starts thrusting very suddenly again.
“Gahhh! A-Already?!” He growls into my ear and nibbles at it.
“I’ve got a lot saved up just for you sexy. And it’s all going inside!” As he thrusts into me I become very aware of how much I’m enjoying this along with his dirty talk. It’s difficult to describe but I can feel myself changing. Every time I indulge in these new desires an old part of me disappears. And this time I can’t blame it on being forced or coerced. My heat may be somewhat to blame, and while that was forced upon me by Bill, I can’t deny that I chose this. I chose to seek out this orc. To message him for sexual satisfaction. To deny the beastman on the train to instead make it here. I chose this.
The orc and I fuck another three times in every position I can think of, and some I had never even considered. Him holding me by the wrists as his thighs spread mine was a particular favorite of mine. On top of this he smothers me under his balls and in his pits so not a single part of my body isn’t tainted by his scent. He claims he wants to make me his and I find myself genuinely contemplating letting him. He seems like a truly kind man who just so happens to fuck like an absolute beast. But taking on a permanent source of breeding is just a bit too much for me to accept. Once we finish we exchange numbers and names. Zev then sends me a video of him filling my ass as my belly swells.
“Heh, told you we’d make a video of our own, but don’t worry. That’s just for us. I got permission to show off the others that I sent you.” I smile softly and begin to reconsider letting him make me his. He truly is doing something to me I didn’t think would be possible. He offers me a pair of sweatpants he has, his scent delightfully permeating the fabric. I have to tie the drawstrings comically tight in order for them to stay on my waist and give him a kiss goodbye. My heat is still in full force and I throw my arms around his shoulders to slurp on his tongue more forcefully. He grunts and kneads at my ass before he forces me away from him. “Fuck your insatiable, but I’ve got work in the morning. Text me soon so we can meet up again.”
He then swats at my ass on my way out and I begin making my way home. I do begin to worry though. My belly is swollen and pregnant looking along with my entire body being coated in his scent. The beastman are gonna have a field day on my trip back. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist them with my heat still making my body beg for as much seed as it can get.
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