Paul

In the chaos spilling out into the lot Francesca had successfully dodged the first wave of assaults by the craven monsters outside the reception, narrowly exited the doors before they vanished, missed the first pass by the feral werewolves of the lot, and dodged them right up until the fence stopped them.

But none of that mattered now.

As Francesca looked down at her hubby and thought about how long it had been. She had been gushing about it earlier inside, how they used to go out and enjoy kink nights. How she would collar her pet Ian, whip him, make him eat her out, and **** him to watch as she enjoyed the pleasure of others.

But that had been at least 10 years ago. As their daughter grew older it was harder to slip out, and when they did they felt too old for the crowd.

But Ian now looked no older than their daughter, his face contorted between pleasure and **** to previously unknown delight of Francesca.

When Paul had caught up to them Ian was trying to give his wife a boost over the fence, the red demon wolf quickly putting it to an end as he pulled Ian out from under Francesca. As she screamed in terror Ian cried for her to run, his last words cut off as he felt his pants ripped open, Paul promptly mounting the man like a bitch in heat.

Ian shuddered at the violation, torn by the pleasure his corrupted body hungered for, as his mind questioned his newly emergent pansexual inclination.

As he looked at his wife in confused, terrified shock he wondered, was it his wife he was really watching get fucked all those years ago, or was it the men and women she fucked?

But as Ian’s mind slogged through tortured thoughts his wife Francesca slipped into her own past inclinations. Francesca had laid sprawled on the ground for sparse minutes as her terror at losing her husband turned to arousal.

She enjoyed seeing her loyal pet violated, she relished the conflicted look on his face as he struggled to grasp at how he didn’t want this. But enjoyed getting it all the same…

Slowly Francesca found herself a captive audience, her own fascination and past kinks binding her focus to the corrupting sex act before her.

She gasped in delight as she watched the red skinned wolf man’s body change slightly as he forcefully hilted himself and stopped, howling skyward as Ian groaned in unrequited pleasure as black corrupting cum unleashed within his ass.

Before long Paul resumed fucking into the tight ass, enjoying how the body beneath him was starting to change passively, Ian’s ass already seeming to clamp and milk his cock as his wife slowly sat up against the fence, hiking her dress up to spread her legs and begin touching her wet pussy.

He’s your pet, he should put that tongue to use.

The strangely dominant thought didn’t feel entirely foreign, in fact it sparked a series of affirmations in her mind as she consciously noticed the long lupine tongue hanging from Ian’s mouth.

It called to a forgotten nature, awakening the long slumbered dom to assert her claim.

And so she did. Standing assertively for the first time since her mind foolishly fought to defend her soul with fear, Francesca ripped the dress from her rejuvenated youthful body, desiring to sooner be naked than clad in something neither latex or leather.

Marching up to Ian she grabbed his scruffy head, unphased by the ears slowly growing longer while migrating up top of his head and starting to fold over.

“Pet. LICK.” Francesca commanded, pulling the slowly changing muzzle to her wet folds, moaning in relief as she felt the limber elongating tongue slip between her labia and lap up her juices eagerly to please her.

As the moment carried on Francesca turned to the hulking red wolf man their eyes locked challenging each other, a rivalry playing out in building sexual tension as each enjoyed their end of Ian. Their hips swayed, grinded and thrust rythmically, almost if their rivalry playing out over the tortured soul between them was as much a courtship as a sexual display of dominance.

But this couldn’t just keep playing out, as Paul once more finished within her man, Francesca made a declaration.

“I didn’t give this dog permission to enjoy that cock.” It was brazen, it was exhilarating, it was assertive as all fuck as Francesca’s rationality rallied with her soul, raising a surge of terror that this thing would rip her in two for the impulsive declaration of desire.

Francesca remembered where she was, what she had been doing, questioned how she could be doing this, enjoying herself, wanting to be pleased even more.

Yet couldn’t find herself surprised at much of it.

As Paul chuckled aloud in amusement.

The boisterous snarl filled laughter knocked Francesca off balance as she looked at the hulking figure. His toned demonic form withdrawing from Ian, his rigid canid cock swaying gently with each step around the happily lapping away husband.

Bringing his cock to Francesca’s face, Paul leaned over her and spoke down to the upward looking wide eyed woman.

“Do you have some place better for it?”