Wolf's Heat Cycle
"See? You like it too, don't deny it."
"F-Fuck."
Her trembling with rage was hilarious. Couldn't help it.
"From now on, when it's just us, I'll call you Pippi?"
"Pi-Pippi?!"
Tier shot up from her seat, drawing every eye in the place. I raised my glass to the crowd with a bow, then flashed a mischievous grin to show it was all in fun, patting her thigh.
"Pippi, sit."
"Ugh..."
She didn't want to obey so quick, but with all those stares, she couldn't just stand there. With a sigh, she plopped back down.
"Good girl."
I stroked her back soothingly, and she chugged her beer in resignation. She shot me a pouty glare, but that look told me the distance between us had shrunk nicely. Pretty successful deal, if you ask me. And from her vibe, she wasn't really pissed—just playing along.
"Haa... Were you always like this?"
"Why? Hate it?"
I scooted closer, locking eyes. Her cheeks flushed as she turned away.
"N-No, that's not it..."
Her girly reaction sealed it. No confidence in her body, probably bullied since kid days over her complexes. Wolf beastkin with an elf friend? Story writes itself. She had zero resistance to my teasing, like just now.
'Bet she was the town outcast...'
Muscled like a pit bull terrier, but acting like a stray craving pets. My lips curled up on their own.
"Here, wanna eat this?"
I snuck out some jerky from inventory. Her head whipped around, eyes lighting up despite herself.
"G-Give it or don't."
Look at her. Acting tsundere, but throat bobbing like she'd tasted it before.
"If I give it, you'll be my Pippi?"
"..."
She fiddled with her mug, pondering. The fact she was even thinking meant I'd won.
"Two pieces?"
Bigger chunk out, and her eyes shook. She looked torn. Forcing her choice now would be amateur hour. Pippi or not, the wall between us was crumbling—that's what mattered. I grinned playfully, pressing the jerky to her lips.
"Heh. You're gonna be Pippi anyway, so here."
I smirked like her say didn't matter, and she grumbled but took it, munching away.
"Tell me how to make this..."
"Dunno? Only I can. Do cute stuff and I'll hook you up—no worries."
"C-Cute stuff like what...?"
"Hm... Like this, being good?"
I chuckled, scratching her chin again. No real resistance this time—she took it calmly. Control the pressure with these types.
"Grrr... N-Not in front of Daphne...?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Petting her like a tamed pup, we drank on. Adventurer uncles shot jealous looks—whatever. Vibe was perfect for knocking up some clueless country girl.
Place emptied out, Tier leaned in slyly. My touches left her squirming, chugging booze till she was wasted.
Sniff. Sniff.
No hiding it now—flushed from drink, she straight-up sniffed me.
"That good, huh?"
Couldn't smell myself, so I asked. She nodded shyly.
"Yeah... Like! Th-That... Tickles!"
Whatever tickled, she shivered and burrowed into me.
'Well now?'
Suddenly, her tail wrapped my waist. Her face all blissed-out—reason flying out the window?
'Beastkin got heat cycles, right?'
Didn't know details, but booze haze plus petting, linking to my scent? My lips curled.
"Gimme..."
Slurring with loose tongue. Reaching for my mug? I blocked her, opening my mouth.
"Wanna drink more? Room? Night's late—innkeeper needs to clean."
Her restraint gone, instincts might kick in alone together. Pointed at sighing landlady amid drunks; Tier nodded, still sharp enough.
"Heehee. Yeah!"
Tail still coiled, glued to me, I half-carried her upstairs.
"Heehee."
Rubbing cheeks on me, into my room at last. Freshly used, my scent lingered. Freed, she sniffed every corner like a dog marking turf.
I poured juice from inventory into a glass, hopped on bed.
'MSG extra.'
Loaded to amp her instincts, I lounged with glass. She eyed it jealous, sniffing over, cuddling up. Snatched and gulped.
"This ain't booze..."
She winced, whining. I sipped hers calmly, smirking.
"Huh? It is booze. You drunk?"
She tilted head at my chill, chugged more.
"Tasty... Booze...?"
Stroked her back as she sipped. Time passed.
"Hot..."
Suddenly up, stripping to tank top and panties, back into my arms. Eyes stared: Why ain't you? I just grinned; she growled, tugging my clothes.
'Good girl.'
Wrinkle-sniffing? Stripping for stronger scent? Laughed, no fight. Soon, just panties, naked. Clothes ripped? Who cares.
"Hee..."
Post-climb sweat-scent strong. She inhaled deep, drool dripping beast-like.
'You're eating me, got it?'
Can't let booze make me pounce—keep control for Daphne too. Watched her straddle me. Saliva-slick chest tempted; she licked lips, started lapping my body.
"Hahk. Hek."
Tail coiled thigh: No escape. Soft tongue tickled, her servicing visually hardening me.
Swell.
"Kiiing!"
Cock tented panties; she jolted back, stimulated atop it.
"Hahk. Hahk."
Gulping, checked crotch. Panties blocked? Grabbed, ripped off.
Beast-mode, actions over words—hilarious. Sticky, humid cock out.
"Khm. Hahk. Khm."
Scent first; nose to it, deep inhales.
"Heuk! Hoo."
Quick sniffs, then buried face, licking nonstop. Bed-wet, grinding wetness showed her arousal. Shivers? Mini-orgasms.
I flipped her lower half to my face—69.
Single room cramped her? Flatter now, she licked fiercer.
Lick. Lick.
Her panties soaked dark, useless.
'Far enough—get active.'
She'd blame me tomorrow? Nah, heat cycle victim here.
Grabbed panties, ripped. Medieval crap, tore easy. Exposed pussy.
'Ooh, pink.'
Tail-base, raised slightly—pussy steaming lewd heat, slick with juices. Bush thick for beastkin, neat, adding to slutty vibe.
What's beastkin pussy taste like? Mouth to it, no hesitation.