Berlin Heat, Part 2
#3 of Berlin Heat
Berlin Heat, Part 2
By Logan Greypaw
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Explicit furry erotica (18+)
M/F (story will develop to M/M/F)
Canine males & equine female
Quickie / one-night-stand / heat / knotting
(Part 2 of ongoing story)
On a club night while on business in Berlin, a male fur finds exactly what he's looking for - but she seems to need him even more, and what she needs, she needs now.
Berlin Heat, Part 2
By Logan Greypaw
* Explicit furry erotica (18+)
* M/F (story will develop to M/M/F)
* Canine males & equine female
* Quickie / one-night-stand / heat / knotting
(Part 2 of ongoing story)
On a club night while on business in Berlin, a male fur finds exactly what he's looking for - but she seems to need him even more, and what she needs, she needs now.
The bouncer looked from Logan, to her, then back to Logan, and leaned against the opposite wall, taking out a cigarette from his jacket before lowering the torch to reduce the glare, but still keeping it switched on.
"Well?" he said.
"Well what?" Logan replied.
"Are you gonna breed that jenny, or not? Because if you don't knot her, I sure as hell will. She needs it; I could smell that from the end of the alley." He fished around in his pocket until he found his lighter. "Time's goin' by. People'll be streaming out the club in half an hour."
Logan looked back at Mila as the Alsatian lit his cigarette. She giggled, shuffling backwards with her hooves, pushing her ass even closer to him. He reached down and placed his paws on her hips. The tip of his cock was close enough to feel her wetness now, and the scent wafted back up into his muzzle.
"One thing, wolfy-boy," she said, "you better not pull out. I want everything you got in these," she continued, reaching between her legs to fondle his dangling balls.
He grinned as he lined himself up, seeing his ruby-red canine member teasing her opening.
"Oh don't you worry about that," he growled. He grabbed her hips hard, and with a single thrust, his member parted her drenched opening and carried on right up to the hilt.
With his first thrust, Logan felt like he had gained a new understanding for Mila's heat. His cock sank into her without any need for force, her moist walls wrapping around his member with a satisfying squeeze.
The thrust brought an exclamation from Mila, punctuated by an involuntary bray that echoed around the alley as her snout touched up against the concrete wall in front of her.
Logan stopped in that position, taking just a moment to savour things. The Alsatian bouncer nearby was still holding his torch low, but threw enough light to make Mila's rear a feast for the eyes.
Mila didn't have a supermodel figure, nor the muscular equine frame that some lovers of anthro-donkeys crave. She was shorter, and stocky, but with a large, round ass that had barely fit into that tiny skirt even before they had spoken. She had strode up to him, despite not knowing him and being nearly a foot shorter, and asked him if he wanted to dance. It was not the gesture; but rather that she did so without a hint of fear or trepidation. It was the same when she had asked him outside, a sense of unapologetic desire.
And honestly? That drove him wild.
"What you waiting for back there?" Mila asked, "Are you just gonna stand there?" She tilted her butt a little to the left and right as she spoke.
Logan did not intend to refuse. He shuffled his paws until he had a good grip on either side of her hips, then draw himself back, feeling his length slide almost all the way out of her, almost shuddering as he did so from the feeling of her tight, wet lips against the sensitive skin of his cock.
Only when he had made her wait for a moment did he ram himself home again. Then he carried on, pulling out and thrusting in with slow, measured thrusts, each one bringing a gasp from Mila's equine jaws. It wasn't long before she was arching her back, and Logan could hear the tell-tale sound of drips of her wetness falling from her moist pussy lips and landing on the ground beneath them.
There was a rustling sound, and Logan turned to see that their audience, Gunter, had wedged the torch on a nearby gutter-pipe and dropped his own pants. His brown body-fur that covered most of his overweight canine form gave way to black fur around his muzzle and, it seemed, his crotch and sheath. His brown-furred belly hung from the bottom of his shirt, while Gunter's right paw was teasing his own cock. As a fellow canine, it was like Logan's own, but much darker in colour, more of a crimson, and covered in blue veins. With a few pumps of his paw he was already hard, shorter than Logan but with greater girth.
"She's not made of glass, y'know," he growled at Logan.
Logan chuckled, motioning to the other male's crotch.
"I'm betting you know."
The Alsatian grinned, revealing a missing front tooth.
Logan was interrupted by his partner, as Mila began to thrust back onto him, faster now, pushing herself off the wall with both arms. Her long, black, mane-like hair thrashed as she tossed her head left and right, and Logan could see her eyes were almost rolling back with each thrust.
"Fuck it," he growled, and gripped her hips as hard as he could. He took a deep drag through his nostrils, again tasting the scent of her heat, allowing that sensation to wash over him, and as he felt his cock stiffen up again, he began to pound her like a feral animal.
His throat soon became hoarse as his shoulders heaved from exertion, thrust into Mila's moist depths over and over again. His footpaws raised up, standing on his claws as his knees came into contact with the backs of her sable-fur legs. His head dipped forwards until it hung over her back, and he was hunched like a dog mating a bitch.
Any hint of secrecy was now a distant memory as the alley was alive with a cacophony of footpaw pads, stamping hooves and the wet, lewd sounds of their actions.
"You getting close, wolfy-boy?" she asked.
Logan stopped thrusting and stood back up straight. "That'd be a bit fast," he panted.
"Hnngghhh," Mila half-brayed, half-moaned, thrusting backwards to try and keep up the pace. "C'mon, breed me!" she pleaded.
"Breed... You? But-" Logan started.
"-she knows you can't. It's just about the fantasy," Gunter interjected, his paw grasped around his own canine cock, from which seeped the occasional drip of pre that fell to the ground and had started to pool between his legs.
Logan looked back and forth between the two of them, and only then realised that each were so comfortable with the situation that this probably wasn't their first rodeo. He grinned, and decided to get with the programme.
"Suit yourself," he said with a shrug, and turned back to Mila, gripping her hips once again, "if it's cum you want..."
He hunched forward again, his chin almost touching her back, and turned himself over to instinct. Now as hard as he had ever been, he could feel Mila's tight, trembling sex as it clasped around him, pleasuring his sensitive canine length, only feeling the slightest of resistance when he pushed deeper. That squeezed his pointed tip in a manner that sent a wave of pleasure from head-to-footpaws, and before long, he was panting, growling from the exertion. His legs had drawn forward until his kneecaps pressed up against the back of her knees, and he was almost lurching forward with each thrust. Mila stood firm, however, the powerful lower-body muscles of her equine form standing out even from her curvy frame.
Again, he felt his release start to build, but this time, there was no hesitation. She wanted it, he wanted it, hell, a sideways glance made it pretty certain that Gunter wanted it, and Mila's moans of pleasure brought him right back to the here-and-now.
In moments it was a done deal; he felt that familiar squeeze from inside himself, along with that all-encompassing rush. She must have sensed it too, because she started shouting,
"That's it, wolfy-boy! Knot me! Give me those pups!"
He was happy to oblige. At her words, he dug his heels into the ground and with a growl, he shunted himself forward, feeling his knot penetrate her with a satisfying pop. Still acting on little more than instinct alone, he found himself turning his head to face Gunter, and looking into the Alsatian's eyes as the bouncer's paw choked his own meat at a furious pace.
Evidently that was what he had been after, because in the next few moments, the Alsatian slumped his shoulders with a whine, and then, a stream of white cum shot from his pointed tip, landing in a mess on the ground.
As the bouncer staggered on his feet, Logan turned around to look back at Mila. She was tied to him, and wouldn't be going anywhere; at least for a few minutes. Her back heaved up and down as perspiration started to gather on her fur.
"You got another one in ya, wolfy-boy?" She gasped.
"I'm up for it," he answered, "but maybe back at my hotel room? We can get a cab."
Mila glanced to her right.
"What time d'you get off, Gunter?"
Logan wrinkled up his muzzle in surprise.
"You want him to fuck you too?"
Mila laughed so hard that Logan could feel it in his cock. Every other guffaw was bookended with a bray.
"Nope. He just likes to watch," she said, as she turned her head until she could just about see behind her, "and he's gonna do that," she motioned to the cum that had now stained the ground, "a bunch more times when he sees what I'm gonna do to you."
The end! Though the characters may return for future stories!
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