Moranna, the Hellhound

"Fuck choosing. I can't wait anymore." The hellhound says with a smouldering gaze. She returns to kissing you, the heat of her body fueling the fires of passion that has sparked in the room. She tastes like cinnamon.

"Moranna, you're alwayssss the firssssst to try to capture a man." The apophis hisses.

The Shuggoth similarly moves away, the feeling of her slime extracting from your body to make way for the mass of fur that surrounds you.

So, the hellhound currently making out with you is called Moranna. Good to know.

"Deal with it." Moranna replies, before rising on her haunches, her eyes glowing like embers as she regards you with a primal intensity. Her fur is black as midnight, contrasting with the crimson streaks that trace along her muscles. Her tail thumps in anticipation as she pulls down your pants. "Let me see what you're working with here..." Moranna mumbles as she claws at your zipper before freeing your penis from it's confines.

"Mmm. Not bad." Moranna remarks as a low growl escapes her throat, not of aggression, but of anticipation. "Don't worry. I'll make this so good, you'll forget all about them. Let's start with a taste, shall we?" She nudges your legs apart with her paws before hungrily claiming your member inside her searing mouth.

Your fingers run through Moranna's dark fur, groping her fur, pressing her maw against your cock. You groan, "Mmm, you're so hot Moranna."

She pops your cock out of her mouth. "Damn straight. You think about it, I can warm you and your cock up every day if you choose me. These other girls can't offer what I can." Moranna grips you hard, smooshing your cock between the soft, pliant fur of her titflesh while her tongue tantalizes your tip.

Just before you're ready to pop, Moranna relieves your cock from her breasts, slipping her body up yours as if to mark you with her scent before plunging your aching cock into her core.

If her mouth and body were hot, the inside of her pussy is simply mind-melting as she rides you. The pleasures of her inferno engulf you as your steel rod melts inside her furnace, releasing it's hot goo into her folds.