Primal Fantasies: Wolf Illustration

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He lay back with a groan.  The world spun around him while he grinded his teeth and clawed at the couch beneath him.  His cock throbbed in his pants, straining and stretching the skin until pink turned red.

"-a- want- lapdance- a lapdance- want- lapdance," her voice echoed in his ears as fur climbed the backs and the smooth, rounded curves unfurled to sharp tips.  His nails split to reveal razor sharp claws tearing the flesh from his fingers.  Blood coursed down and around and he growled quietly while thrusting up into the woman on his lap.

"Yessssh," he snarled, rolling his head as fangs grew, cutting into his widening tongue.

She smiled.  The drunks were the best.  They lost themselves in it, unwilling to say no to more dances until they stumbled over to the ATM to reload, blowing hundreds of dollars at once.  He pushed up into her again and she gasped at the size of him before recovering with a fake, shy smiling.  The next song would start soon but she began early, shoving back against the massive bulge in his pants.

The man's cock moved, lengthening while the base flared into a solid, engorged knot.  It slid from the band of his pants until it lay exposed.  The scarlet pointed tip was completely covered in his pre-cum and still leaking.

She gripped the couch to the side of his knees while grinding up against his cock.  Rubbing against his girth pulled her bikini bottom briefly aside.  The hot, wet tip of his dick slid against her dry pussy lips before she could stop and readjust herself.  He growled, reaching up to grab her breast as his cum soaked slowly into her sex.  His claws sliced painlessly into the side of her right tit, mixing the blood from his fingertips with hers before she gently pushed away his powerful arm.

"Hands to your sides, baby," she cooed while pushing harder into him.  

The girl surprised herself by enjoying the dance.  Normally she hated the stench of the men filing endlessly through the club but, as she leaned into him, her back to his chest, her cheek to his, she breathed deeply with a moan.  His tongue lapped against her cheek and ear, causing her to giggle.

And then shiver.  She gasped as a dizzy spell took her and goosebumps rose along her body.  She reached back, gripping his neck when the head of his cock pressed between her lips through her bikini.  The tiny vellus hairs lining her body waved in response to the air flowing through the club and she moaned louder at how incredibly sensitive she felt suddenly.  And so warm.

She focused on his exposed cock, grinding in a rolling, rocking, circling motion in hopes that he'd enter her.  Words bubbled to the surface of her brain but she bit them back, rubbing harder and harder until her panties were soaked from her own pussy and the man's cum.

Light brown hairs emerged from the base of her spine, spreading down slowly around her ass and along the sides of her labia.

"Fuh-" she gasped, twisting in his hands when his rough, leathery paw grabbed her breasts again.  "Fuck.  Fuck me."

His claws cut through her top and the thin covering dropped to the floor as she turned her head to kiss and lick his mouth. Bones popped with every rocking, twisting motion of her hips until her tailbone was freed to push against her back.  

She could no longer stop herself.  She reached down, pulling her bottom aside and shoving her bare pussy against his cock with a whine, thrusting and pushing until the tip entered her.  Her mouth opened wordlessly as her eyes widened.  Already she could feel herself close, just be having him inside.  She snapped at the air with elongating canines before grabbing his pants to push them down.  Breeding was the only thought in her heat-filled mind.  Being bred and filled with this man's cum.  She needed to feel him completely inside of her.

Her aching, swollen labia swelled outward before rolling inward while dragging her hood down.  Excess skin flowed over the slick sensitive little clit as her sopping wet pussy reformed into a distended spade-shaped sex.

Her ears slid through her dyed hair, skin straining into fur-covered points as the nub of her tail brushed against the man's lower stomach.  She bounced on him, bare skin slapping against scattered fur.  His fangs took her shoulder while he gripped her quaking breasts with his claws and their cum splattered the both of them and the surrounding booth.  She clawed at his legs, tearing through his pants until her sudden orgasm took her breath, leaving her a quivering mess while her pussy pulsed around his cock.

"Drinks," a quiet voice said from two booths away.  

The she-wolf pulled herself off slowly with a groan.  She sniffed the air as the slim short-haired waitress approached.  A toothy grin split her face at the thought of more joining their pack.