The old Victorian house felt unnaturally quiet without Miko's presence, her absence a void that amplified every creak and groan of the settling wood. She'd left early that morning for a quick network errand—meeting a hybrid contact for safe house updates—her tail swishing with determination as she kissed me goodbye. "Be back soon, eternal," she'd purred, standing on tiptoe to kiss me deeply, her rough tongue teasing mine, her tail coiling around my waist, claws grazing my back in possessive love. "Be back to me... whole." Joy in her touch, but fear in her words—fear of losing me to the temptations that seemed to circle us like sharks.
A knock at the door jolted me—sharp and insistent, sending my pulse racing. Peering through the peephole, shock hit: Kira, her muscular form filling the porch, tail wagging with wolfish energy. "Open up, biology boy—special delivery," she called, her voice gruff but laced with that familiar flirtation. I let her in, confusion mixing with relief at seeing an ally, but wariness too—her advances had escalated, unhidden touches that tested boundaries.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, closing the door, love for Miko making me keep distance. Kira grinned, stepping close without hesitation—her hand clasping my shoulder in a firm grip that slid down my arm, fingers trailing in a deliberate caress. The move was blatant, unhidden—her breath hot on my neck as she leaned in, whispering, "Network update—personally. And... checking on you." Her tail swished, brushing my thigh with intent, coiling around my leg in a bold squeeze that pressed her body against mine. The contact was immediate and intense—her heat radiating through clothes, the coarse fur of her tail teasing my inner thigh as she ground subtly against me. Desire gleamed in her gray eyes, no shame in her pursuit.
Fear surged—fear of betraying Miko, anger at Kira's audacity. "Kira, stop—Miko's my eternal." But she didn't back off, her hand moving to my chest, fingers "exploring" as her tail tightened, the coarse fur brushing my growing arousal through my pants. "Just a wolf in heat... literally," she admitted, vulnerability cracking her gruff facade, tears pricking her eyes. "My cycle's peaking—wolves like me... it's bad. Palpitations if not released. Could be fatal, like that human girl's curse." Shock froze me—her condition similar to Elena's, a hybrid trait amplified, desperation raw as she clutched her chest, breaths shortening.
Grief flashed for her past in the labs, pity mixing with guilt—guilt for considering, love for Miko a knife twist. "I can't... Miko," I whispered, tears welling, but her sobs wracked harder, face paling as palpitations hit. "Please... save me." Emotions collided—fear of her dying, anger at the curse, remorse for the necessity. Relief warred with betrayal as I nodded, the decision tearing at me—joy absent, only survival.
We moved to the bedroom, the door clicking shut like a sentence. Clothes shed in frenzy—her top slipping off, revealing her muscular curves, nipples hardening in the air; my shirt tugged away, her hands roaming with desperate need, claws grazing my skin in burning lines. Naked, she pushed me onto the bed, straddling me, her slick folds grinding against my length. "Thank you... I need this," she whispered, tears falling, guiding me inside her—her tight heat enveloping me in pulsing warmth, wet and welcoming, her walls clenching in rhythmic spasms from the heat's urgency.
The act was intimate, explicit—thrusts slow at first, her hips rolling in urgent waves, breasts bouncing as she rode me, nipples brushing my chest. "Deeper... please," she begged, vulnerability in her moans, hands clutching my shoulders, claws digging in burning lines that stung with pain blended pleasure. I thrust up, hands cupping her ass, fingers digging into furred skin as each pound slapped wetly, her tail thrashing to coil around my thigh, the coarse fur teasing my balls. Guilt tore at me—thinking of Miko with every movement, tears streaming down my face. "This is just to save you," I groaned, love for her making it torture, but her body responded—clit pulsing under my fingers as I circled slickly, multi-climaxes building.
Her first release crashed—body convulsing, walls milking me in violent waves, gushing hot around us, her yowls mixing with sobs of relief. "Yes... it's easing," she cried, but the cycle needed more—flipping positions, her on all fours, me behind, thrusting deep and hard, each slap wet and echoing, her tail coiling my waist in a furred restraint that squeezed with each thrust. "Harder... take me," she moaned, vulnerability raw, tears mingling with sweat. I nipped her neck, marking lightly, her howls mixing with sobs—second climax crashing, spasms wracking her, soaking the sheets in waves, her juices gushing hot and slick, her walls clenching in rhythmic pulses that milked me relentlessly.
I pulled her up, back to chest, thrusting upward as my hand circled her clit with firm, slippery strokes, the nub swollen and pulsing under my fingers, her tail thrashing to brush my balls in teasing whips. "More... deeper," she begged, her body trembling, multi-climaxes building to a third—convulsing in spasms, gushing anew, her yowls turning to sobs of ecstasy. I flipped her again, face-to-face, thrusting slow and deep, her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back as her claws raked down my sides in burning trails. "Fill me... save me," she whispered, vulnerability in her eyes, her walls fluttering as fourth climax approached—body arching, spasms wracking her once more, gushing hot and slick, her release soaking us in waves.
I spun her to the side, spooning from behind, thrusting at a new angle, hitting deep spots that made her howl louder, her tail coiling around my arm to pull my hand to her breast, fingers pinching her nipple hard until it pebbled further, pain blending with pleasure. "Yes... there," she sobbed, her body trembling, multi-climaxes building to a fifth—convulsing in spasms, gushing hot, her walls clenching in waves that milked me relentlessly. Guilt intensified with each thrust—love for Miko a constant ache, tears falling as I imagined her face, remorse flooding me.
Emotions peaked—fear of consequences, anger at the situation, grief for betraying Miko's trust, but relief as her heart stabilized, joy absent in the hollow victory. I pulled her onto her back again, thrusting deep and hard, her legs over my shoulders for deeper penetration, each pound slapping wetly, her walls clenching in final spasms. "One more... please," she begged, her body writhing, multi-climaxes building to a sixth—convulsing in violent spasms, gushing hot and slick, soaking the sheets. Final thrust—spilling inside her in pulses, guilt overwhelming as I collapsed, tears falling. "Thank you... you saved me," she whispered, holding me, but I pulled away gently, dressing in silence, remorse flooding. "Don't tell Miko... yet," I said, fear gripping me. She nodded, tears fresh, understanding the pain.
Hours later, as I sat alone in the living room, the weight crushing me—guilt like acid, love for Miko making every breath ache, fear of discovery paralyzing. The door opened—Miko, home from her errand, joy lighting her face as she rushed to me. "Missed you," she purred, pulling me into a hug, her tail coiling around me. I held her tight, hiding the tears, the secret a burden amid the love.