Does it really matter, when her eyes invite such ravishing upon her?

You immediately decided you liked them, these lush mounds of breast. They heaved with the she-wolf's panting, quivered with her racing heartbeat, molded and deformed under the ministrations of your tongue, and were topped with a luscious circle of raw, puffy flesh — an alter to the spire her nipple formed atop it.

How marvelous it was! Though the fur covering her breasts was fine and short, it thinned in a brisk transition to her areola, letting each miniscule bump in the skin be found by your wandering tongue. The texture, like tweed. The taste....

True, the sensation of taste that came from feasting on items was your primary sense of, well, taste. The bouquet of aromas that flooded your nose, nuanced notes of flavor you could identify and pick out, and the aftertaste that left you yearning for more, or utterly revolted — all of them were genuine and real, but in a immaterial sort of sense.

But there was something to be said of how carnal physicality adds to the taste of hot, shuddering flesh. The raw sensation of pressing one's tongue at the base of an engorged nipple and dragging it along the length of the tip, accompanied by the body-wide shudder that came as reaction. How her hands with those long, thin fingers stroked your form, grasped you, kneaded your fabric in response... yes, you were not against expanding your palate to this carnality.

Yes, yes, yes. It was very desirable. But. You desired more. Judging by the musky smell that began to permeate the air, so did she.

You released your hold on her, your blunt teeth no doubt leaving a bruised ring of a hickey all around that wonderful mound under the fur. Her eyes lolled down, her lower lip curling needingly, longingly, as her hands slowed their kneading.

With a pop, you levered your form off her breast. The cooling air of the night kissed the molestations you left upon it, and still the groan that erupted from her widening mouth came without sound.

"My touch-starved bitch," you whispered to her. Her breath caught at 'bitch', her body shuddering — but not one of pleasure. It did not go unnoticed, and it was obvious your emphasis clearly did not help. You rephrased, wracking your vocabulary to maintain some semblance of... 'talking dirty', you believed the term was? "My needy, touch-starved..." you sighed, outwardly for dramatic effect, inwardly as you cursed just how bad you were at this. "...she-wolf."

Gods DAMN it all!

Yet, she visibly untensed. Her hand tweaked the released nipple, pulling and twisting and kneading it and within moments her lips were bit in a pleasured moan, silent as always.

...damnation and shears, if only you could get yourself as worked up so easily! Your tongue had kissed that breast with slobbering abandon a mere moment ago, yet now it coiled itself dry and parched within you.

It was a moment of clarity you did not want right now. This female, this host was subservient to you — not even ten minutes ago did your plans even breach the notion that you were never not the parasite. And yet, she looked upon you with eyes half-lidded in need, lip bit to stifle silent groans as one hand worked her breast. The other gently traced the line of your brim, working back and forth, slowly working her fingers in to where the crown of your form began.

There was desire in her eyes. There was need in her touch. There was a craving in her trembling form. Not to some prime male of her species, but to you.

"Pleasure me," you — a mere, threadbare hat — commanded.

She — a towering, lithe creature — obeyed.

At that, you found yourself salivating.

Her lips found the edge of your brim, pressing them tightly over it as she gently pulled you ever so slightly closer only to pull more of your brim into her mouth to pull again and again. Her teeth lightly bit down as she pulled, gnawing ever so carefully. Reverberations of silent, playful growls vibrated from her chest into you, combining with the biting to send a frenzy of adrenaline-infused pleasure spiking through your mind.

And then came the tongue. That long, wet canine tongue, brushing over your brim, slathering it in her saliva as she obediently toyed with you. Where her fingers sent electrical jolts of euphoria through your threads, her tongue deposited a heavy, pressing ecstasy into your fibers. Her eyes never left you, and her needy pants never lessening.

Finally, she stuck whole of your brim into her mouth, her nose pressing hotly against three of your eyes, her tongue lathering the underside with needy affection.

You could tell the moment that tongue of hers touched yours: her eyes shot wide as she recoiled away in mixed confusion and shock, a hand raising to her mouth.

"My sweet, naïve wolf," you chuckled. "I understand if you've not had the pleasure of pleasuring a mimic before. Fear not, I'm not one to lecture on anatomy of my kind." You tipped yourself on your side, uncoiling and revealing your long tongue to the she-wolf. Your several eyes embedded in the silken-fleshed member blinked open, each settling on her. Her face flushed redder and redder, her own tongue lolling out of her mouth as her pants grew heavier while she watched a heavy, white drop spill from the bulbous tip of your breeding organ. "I believe one learns best from experience!"

You could feel the moan she made as you shoved your cock-tongue into that waiting mouth, her own tongue first trying and failing at first to dance with yours only to find it much too large before she instead wrapped her canine tongue around your girth.

"H-hot and needy," you panted, pushing further into her maw. Her undulating tongue slurped the pre-cum oozing from your length. "Annnd! A quick-quick study — mmph! — learning my saliva and pre-ejaculate are the same! And so greedy to clean it all up! I do enjoy a teacher's pet." Her body hitched at pet. "O-oh! Is that wh-what you are? A teacher's pet?" Your cock-tongue vibrated at a soundless moan as a hand slipped between her thighs.

"N-naughty wolf! Lusting after teacher! Tsk! Tsk!" you punctuated your tsk's with a pair of thrusts, pushing further into that hot mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped over your length while her lips pressed hotly around it, fighting your withdrawal with suction but ultimately losing as the tip pulled past those pursed lips. Her tongue licked the air, her eyes half-lidded and bleared with need.

"Ah-ah-ahh," you chided as her tongue lapped the air between you, each time you moved your cock-tongue just out of her reach. "Demanding teacher's attention? My little pet, if a single thrust into your mouth leaves you so languid, then that is an attention you must work to capture!"

Billows of heavy air erupted from her snout as she panted in response, each breath a wondrous blast of hot moisture upon your cock as it trembled in the cold, dry air. Her complete and utter need was intoxicating, her touch.... You swallowed, if only to clear your head for just one moment — what a marvelous urge that was building up within you. Nothing... nothing like what you had felt with that sunhat.

All the tightly woven fibres in the world could not match the sight laid before you: sheer, utter lust, looking to you with eyes barely opened; a tongue, perhaps neither as long nor dexterous, but salivating as it pulled back behind lips that pursed and pouted; breasts — joyous, malleable breasts that quivered, shook, and bounced with her motions, motions in response to you that you felt as you nestled your brim against them; a hand, and its opposing pair, tracing sensuously up their owners' form, one to caress and knead your frayed fibers and the other to caress your tongue, running those long fingers from your mouth to your length's tip, the fingers becoming utterly coated in your salivating pre-cum.

"Gods above...!" Words were failing you, just a desire and an urge — both building so quickly and so intensely that it took you seconds to register the deep, guttural growl that rumbled through the shop and shook the she-wolf below you.

Bestial. Primal. Territorial.

Yours.

Your senses cleared just enough to feel her back arch, her mouth yawning open in a rising, silent moan. Her scent clouded the air, mingling with yours as your pre dripped heavily on her face. Her hands pressed against the base of your shaft, at you brim, pulling quickly, but gently, to the tip, positioning it over her panting maw. She swallowed once in anticipation, before her tongue lolled its full extent from her lips, its own tip resting on her clavicle.

She couldn't speak, but the message was clear.

Thus, you surrendered yourself to that desire.

Your cock found the back of her throat in a single thrust, just over half your length immediately striking home in that long, humid snout.

You withdrew before she react, those bedroom eyes rolling into the back of her head with a convulsion of her body, one you met the recoil with your second thrust. This one no so deep but just as sudden. The vibrations of a moan rustled from her chest and mouth as you pulled away again.

Her hands gripped you, the fingers working your fiberous body as they lifted you off her chest and turning your underside towards her to look directly into your maw, now a web of flesh, teeth, and eyes as your mimic nature revealed itself. Your eyes embedded in the base of your shaft caught hers quiver with a silent scream of pleasured surrender.

A third thrust interrupted it. A fourth muffled the one that came after. A fifth probed deeper, pushing down her throat — a motion she refused to let you leave her mouth after, teeth clamping down with some **** that mixed pain with pleasure as her lips sucked and refused to let you leave. Her head bobbed forward, you rewarded her with a sixth, ramming more of your cock-tongue into her mouth, but not to push into her throat, instead letting yourself coil in her cheeks as her own saliva mixed with yours. An intoxicating mixture that she swallowed greedily.

Like a snake, you writhed your cock-tongue in her mouth, coiling it back on itself, all the while slipping more of your length into her mouth an inch at a time, pulling her snout closer and closer to your brim. The vibrations of her moans were punctuated by wet slurping of her swallowing of your mixed saliva as your tongues danced. You realized you were wrong about hers not being as dexterous, and that fueled the growing fire building behind your fibers.

Not that you were quiet yourself. The desire, the urge... no matter how many times you **** clarity upon yourself, your senses fade and you find yourself growling, almost roaring, time and time again. Your body reaching closer and closer to a precipice you wished to jump from, yet your body refused. Yet, each roar and growl of your own was met with a rattling scream from her, her scent grew heavier in the air with each convulsion. And you... you were only growing tired, your stamina and endurance reaching their final fumes and not even the desire, the urge could just... just like...

"N-no!" you cried out, voice barely carrying any note of your prim, proper self that you awoke with in the morning before — your body convulsed at the notion. Her eyes, dazed and clouded, darted to you. "I... I... I don't—"

She pulled your brim to her face, her entire snout mashing against your mimic-flesh, pressing, nose burrowing, pushing the rest of your cock into her but-but-but there was no room in her—

In one solid motion, the coiled snake of your cock-tongue sprang the whole of its length down her throat. She greedily swallowed it, throat undulating and feeding herself your last few precious inches until her lips at last clamped around your very base deep within your form. The whole front half of her head was within your maw, and still she pulled herself deeper.

She moaned around your length, the vibrations assaulting you from every side until the breath hotly blew across your mimic-flesh.

Your teeth clamped down over her head, locking her within your hat form just below her jawline. Her hands immediately let go of your brim to instead grip and knead your form.

Your breath hitched as her throat swallowed your tongue — a very visible bulge down her throat until it disappeared under her clavicle, itself something you felt from within her, pressing on your tongue. Her scent permeated the air, denser than the heat radiating off of her writhing form as her back arched higher and higher.

You were aware when you started the roar, muffled by the whole of her head within your form. She bucked in response, her claws digging into you, the pained pleasure finally pushing you off the precipice.

Your roar hitched higher, and in motion alien yet exquisite to you, the muscles of your cock-tongue spasmed and convulsed until the whole of your form shuttered and you came.

It did not gush into her greedy stomach all at once, instead each spurt a bulge of semen that the muscles of your tongue pushed through those clenching lips, through the snake's coil of her tongue, through her continually swallowing throat until it erupted from your tip. Each obstacle along the way resisting your orgasm, pressing down on it and yet you could not be denied. Her throat bulged obscenely with each pulse that made its way to its final destination, her clavicle clearly felt from within — that final barrier until you felt each spurt erupt from you, at least into her.

"Ref'innej's embrace...." you whispered, breath hitching and body quaking with the final, weak pulses.

The strength left you, and your grip upon the she-wolf's jaw grew slack until with a very wet pop, her head emerged covered in your pre-cum saliva. She too, collapsed, your cock-tongue being dragged out of her throat into the quickly cooling air as her arms fell, her own tongue coming with yours, your tongue pulled through that luscious coil as you exited, her tongue milking yours for the final remnants of your seed. Her breath came with sputtering, but slowly, her eyes opened and irises drifted down from where they had rolled to in ecstasy.

That languid tongue of hers pulled its bounty into her mouth, and she swallowed. It opened again, empty save for her lolling tongue.

With the final strength remaining in you, your tongue levered yourself onto your brim and found that marvelous spire of her nipple. You latched onto her breast, teeth sinking gently into her flesh, earning you a rattled, tired, silent moan from the she-wolf.

Your eyes bleared, fighting against the post-coital fatigue. One of her hands rose to you to lightly brush along your brim, while the other traced along her stomach, where... where your cum now rolled around behind that tight, muscular core. How... how much would you need to put into her to make that stomach bloat?, a distant part of you asked. That, but with eggs?, a much closer part corrected.

You shook yourself from the thought, turning your attention instead to her eyes to find them focused on you with a half-lidded stare, seemingly lost in thought as she traced you and her stomach.

Fatigue was crashing down upon you, and the world started to shrink as you felt yourself begin to slip into slumber. You focused on those eyes, your frazzled mind cobbling together some manner of thought.

"...teacher gives you top marks," you finally murmur. "But, continued, hands-on study is required for improvement. We'll discuss it in my office... tomorrow...."

There was a press of lips against your ribbon, a smear of a tongue towards your top, and the world slipped away.