13.3 Outdoor 3P - Bella, Cheong-ah
Squish! Squish! The slick, churning sounds of fluids finally snapped her back to her senses. Her vision was hazy at first.
"M-Mngh…! Meeeeng…! Hngh-hngh…! Meeeeeng…!"
Was she going blind again? Panic surged through her, but then the fog cleared, and her sight sharpened once more.
"Hic…! Ahng…!"
"Look at this bitch, clenching her pussy every time I yank her tail…!"
"Hyaaah…! Mngh, meeeeng…!"
Bella was on all fours, collared like a dog with a tail plug wedged between her ass cheeks. Right behind her, Ian gripped the tail and yanked, or slapped her ass while slamming his cock deep inside. Smack!Slap!Smaaaack!!
"Ahng, ahng…! Aaang…! Ahng…!"
Her ass was already beet-red, too bruised for fresh handprints, yet every resounding slap made Bella's body shudder and buckle forward.
"Ahk…! Hak…! It huuurts…."
A faint whimper escaped her in that moment. Ian suddenly yanked hard on her collar.
Grip!!
"Kkh… I-I'm sorry…."
"Bitch keeps talking like a person. Want me to stop fucking you?"
"W-Woof… woof woof…."
"Good girl."
Only after Bella barked like a dog did Ian grin happily, release the collar, and stroke her head. His cock started thrusting again.
Squelch…! Squish…! Squish…!
"Hek… hek-hngh…! Hak…! Ahng…! Aaang…!"
Dog-like whines poured from Bella's mouth once more.
…What the hell is this situation?
Where had Bella even come from? It didn't feel like she'd been out for long….
No, before that—what's with that getup?
Dog collar, tail plug. And why was she barking like one? The whole scene felt utterly surreal.
Is this a dream…?
Her arms still trembled from dozens of orgasms. She forced one up and pinched her own cheek—poke. It didn't exactly hurt, but the sharp sting of her nail digging into skin felt real enough.
Not a dream….
So this was reality. Then what she was seeing….
"Eut, hngh…."
She focused her mind, stirring her mana and circulating it through her body. The aftershocks of endless climaxes hadn't fully faded, but her condition stabilized bit by bit.
"Awake now?"
As she slowly sat up, Ian—who'd seemed fixated on Bella—turned to her.
"Ah, y-yes… husband."
"Come here then."
One hand still gripping Bella's collar, he opened his other arm. Cheong-ah glanced nervously at Bella before shuffling timidly into his embrace.
Bella, though, paid her no mind, utterly consumed by Ian's cock plunging relentlessly into her pussy.
"Um… husband. What's…?"
Staring at the bitchified Bella, Cheong-ah stammered. Ian yanked the collar tight, choking her as he replied.
"A bitch. Cute, right?"
"A… bitch?"
"Yeah, you greeted her earlier. Even petted her head."
"…Huh?"
Cheong-ah blinked in utter confusion. What was he even—?
Before she could ask, familiarity hit her. The collar felt so natural on Bella, and that tail shape… it clicked. The image of a one-eyed red-furred bitch merged with Bella's red wild hair and scarred eye.
A faint unease crept over Cheong-ah's face.
"H-Husband, you don't mean…."
"Yep. That bitch earlier was Bella."
"No way, how…?"
"Magic tool effect. Wanna see?"
He tugged the collar and flicked it. The magic tool activated, transforming Bella into full dog form right before her eyes. Cheong-ah let out a quiet sigh.
…It was Bella, of course.
Why hadn't she realized sooner? No wonder she'd felt jealous the whole time. She even felt a bit relieved, stroking her chest. At least she wasn't so low as to get jealous over a mere animal.
Though in other ways, her own depravity was on full display.
"Hold the leash, Cheong-ah."
"Y-Yes…? Ah, okay."
Ian slipped an arm around her waist and handed over the collar. Cheong-ah nodded hurriedly and took it.
With the leash passed, Ian groped one of her massive tits, marked all over with his bite marks. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, savoring the soft, elastic give.
"Hngh… hak… husband… smack."
He captured her parted lips—calling for him so sweetly—and bit down, tongues tangling as saliva mixed. Yet his eyes stayed locked on Bella, panting and impaled on his cock.
Squelch-! Squish-!
Each thrust twisted her waist.
"Hek… haa-hek…!"
She barked through her orgasm, her lower belly clenching tight. The vivid wrinkles of her pussy gripped him obscenely. Bella's arms shook; her upper body collapsed.
"Hek… hngh…."
Her tongue lolled out long, just like a real dog's, as she panted.
Ian whispered gruffly.
"Hoo… Cheong-ah, what're you doing?"
"…Huh? What do you mean?"
"The bitch is just lying there."
"Ah…."
Cheong-ah glanced back and forth between the collapsed Bella and Ian, eyes rolling hesitantly. Then—yank!
"Kyak…?!"
Just like Ian had, she wrenched the leash hard. Bella's pussy clenched anew around the cock she'd relaxed for a breather.
"Hek…! Heek, hak…! Ahng…!"
Her upper body jerked up from the pull. Even without Ian moving, she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on his shaft. Satisfied, Ian cradled Cheong-ah's head and praised her.
"Good girl."
"Y-Yes…."
She was still bewildered, but if it made her husband happy… And Bella looked pleased too. Maybe it was a good thing. She wanted to make him feel even better.
Still gripping the leash, Cheong-ah slowly lowered her head. Tongue out… she licked along the muscles she'd built on Ian's body.
"Feels good, huh?"
"…Hihi."
Good. Arms, chest… the salty tang of his sweat. Yet his potent scent overwhelmed her mind.
"Haat… hak… husband…."
Just swallowing his musk soaked her pussy. Her free hand slid down.
Squelch-squelch.
She fingered her own cum-stuffed depths. Her tongue never stopped, lavishing his body from neck to collarbone, chest, nipples.
"Hak, haeut… ahng… slurp. Smack…."
As her lewd body heated up, her grip tightened on Bella's choking leash. As reward, Ian's hand—kneading her breast—slid down her waist to her plump ass. He wedged his wrist between her cheeks and gripped her pussy—squeeze.
"Hyaaaaang…!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-! Squish-squish-squish-!
"Hek…! Kekhek…! Hak…! Meeeeng…!"
"Ahh, ngh… slurp… haat… husband, hng… aaang…."
Two pussies climaxing. One squeezing his cock, the other his fingers—distinct textures clenching down. Sensing his peak, Ian flooded the bitch-panting-on-his-dick's womb with cum.
Spurt…! Spuuurt…!
Her womb brimmed full.
"Auuuung…!"
The bitch could no longer shake her hips, just trembled violently.
"Haaat… hak…."
How many loads was this? Too many to bother counting, yet Ian's cock stood rigid from her depths, still throbbing.
"Hooo…."
"Hek, hekhek… hak…."
Was it finally over? An end to his lust in sight?
Hak… please, stop now….
My pussy's gonna burst, husband….
Bella and Cheong-ah shared the thought amid orgasm-white minds. Pleasure aside, their lower bellies ached from the pull. Wombs felt ready to rupture, pussies swollen, asses too sore to sit in a carriage.
But they couldn't beg him to stop. Tamed by his touch, their bodies—wombs, pussies—craved him endlessly. Instincts etched as females.
And utterly against their silent pleas—smack!
"Auuuut…!!"
Ian's hand cracking Bella's prone ass told them: not yet.
"Turn around and lie back, Bella."
"Hic, hek… whine, ng…."
Bella obeyed, arduously rolling onto her back. Arms and legs unresponsive.
"Hek, hekhek…."
A position where they could face each other. Maybe he'd hold her tight and thrust this time? Against her hopes, Ian nodded at Cheong-ah.
"Cheong-ah, sit on Bella's face."
"…Huh? W-What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Plant your pussy on her mouth."
"S-Such a vulgar…."
She hesitated, but her body was honest. Here, now, she couldn't refuse him.
"…Sorry, Bella."
Husband's orders—she had no choice. Cum still dripping from her pussy, she lowered onto Bella's mouth.
"Mmph, mmngh…?! W-Woof…! Woof woof…!"
Bella barked frantically, shaking her head in refusal—but to no avail.
"Cheong-ah, pull the leash."
"Y-Yes!"
Grip!!
"Kiiing…."
Futile resistance. The cum-drooling pussy settling on her face was inevitable.