Gwen

He grips the side jambs, pushes them apart, and squeezes himself through. He can sense his cousin through the dense fog. She pulls her shirt up, pinching her nipples, and teasing her clit. 'I can't help myself. It's this fog. It's making me do this.' She bites her bottom lip, shoving her fingers deep inside, reaching her G-spot, and her juices drench her fingers. 'I should stop myself.' He stands on all four, striding toward her, and leaps onto her. 'Wildmutt, figures Wildmutt would create a thick fog that acts as an aphrodisiac.' She feels his paws on her chest, his alien dog tongue licking her neck, and his claws clutching her breasts. She lets out a moan, he licks her nipples, slopping all over her, and tears her pants with his razor-sharp teeth.

Wip.