First Dick Kiss♥︎
My taming skills had become incredibly familiar by now.
Squelch, squelch... Just a light touch from my fingers, and Rasca's body heated up in no time, leaving her panting.
Even someone as tough as her, rendered helpless by a single finger. The thought was so ridiculous that a chuckle slipped out.
"H-how long are you gonna toy with me... you thieving cat bastard...."
Tonight alone, I'd made her cum five times—six, now. And she still had the pride to talk like that?
As if mouthing off would change anything. Well, she was the leader of her kind; she had to have that much backbone.
"Gonna keep toying with you until you admit it."
"Admit what, you little shit? In reality, you can't even look me in the eye!"
"That's exactly why I'm doing this in your dreams, isn't it?"
If this were reality, would I really stare her down while doing this? Come on, be real.
"Kuh...."
Rasca's face flushed red. The mix of shame and arousal was a perfect display of her instincts as a female.
At the same time, the werewolf matriarch's superhuman endurance had finally hit its limit.
"Ah.... Th-this is, it's something weird...."
"What? Speak properly."
"I-I can't take it anymore. I can't just keep getting done like this!"
"Hm."
She was starting to lose it. No wonder—days on end of her pussy getting fingered and my cock grinding against her, without ever letting her reach a proper climax.
I'd been deliberately edging her, controlling it so she couldn't cum fully.
Repeat that enough times, and anyone's brain would fry.
"Hurry... fuck me with your cock. I just wanna relax now...."
Good. The training was taking hold. She was ripening into a nice, soft shape.
But I wasn't about to stupidly shove my dick in just because she asked. That'd be like harvesting sour, unripe fruit. Only an impatient fool would do that.
"You want my cock to fuck you? Finally waving the white flag, huh."
"Kuh.... This is humiliating. Me, the pride of the werewolves, getting owned by a puny little twerp!"
Then she shouldn't have caught my eye. And what right did a drug-dealing bitch have to complain?
Still, even a tough woman like her spouted the same clichéd lines when cornered.
"Not enough sincerity yet."
"What?"
"That's not the attitude for getting my cock. Besides, why the hell should I do you any favors? You're not here to serve me."
"You cocky little shit!"
"See? You still don't get your place. That's what I mean by no sincerity."
Hm, even I had to admit that was pretty shitty logic. But it seemed to work on the dim-witted doggy.
"Then what the fuck do I have to do.... You want money? F-fine. I'll pay anything to end this agony."
It was just a dream anyway—who cared about money? Reality might be different.
"Suck it."
"...What?"
"Suck my cock."
Putting my cock in her mouth wouldn't give Rasca any pleasure. Just sore jaws for her.
The only one getting off would be me. This wild wolf would suffer without getting what she wanted.
But she'll cling to the hope that full submission brings unknown ecstasy.
Once she completely surrendered to me, then I'd give her what she craved.
Especially...
Fellatio held a special meaning as a form of sex.
The one giving it got no pleasure—just stuffing a long cock deep in their mouth, sucking desperately so their jaw wouldn't dislocate.
So unless it was true love, you rarely saw it.
When I suggested it to Rasca, her face turned beet red with shame.
'Suck this filthy thing with my mouth? You arrogant prick! I'll bite it off right now!'
For a werewolf, teeth were a powerful weapon alongside claws. Jaw strength stronger than a sea crocodile's—ripping flesh and snapping bones.
Now, that proud weapon faced a long cock just a few centimeters away. If Rasca wanted, she could chomp it off.
Of course, she couldn't.
She'd decided she needed this cock inside her. Destroying it would be a waste.
"Kuh...."
"What're you waiting for? Shove it in your mouth already. You gonna just sit there? Show some sincerity. Sincerity."
That damn sincerity... Rasca hated it. Her, the next great matriarch of the werewolves, stuffing a cock in her mouth just to moan like a bitch? Infuriating.
Ignoring her, Asmodeus ramped up the pressure.
"Giving you ten seconds. If you hold out, no more chances. I won't even show up in your dreams."
"Y-you won't come to my dreams?"
Wouldn't that be a relief? Freedom from the nightly nightmare.
But Rasca quickly realized that would bring all sorts of misfortune.
'...Fuck!'
Her body, soaked in pleasure, recoiled at the thought of it never returning.
In the end, Rasca chose. The most humiliating path, staining the werewolf's honor.
But quenching her lust came first.
"Fine! I'll do it!"
"Good choice. Open wide."
Finally tucking her tail. Stupid mutt.
Asmodeus pulled his cock from her face and perched his ass on the bed. Rasca watched, scowling in resentment.
"I'm doing this because you ordered it, but someday..."
"Shut your mouth and get to it. You've been yapping bullshit nonstop."
No more patience left, Asmodeus snapped. Rasca hesitated to the end, then slowly brought her face between his legs.
"Sniff it good before you put it in your mouth."
"It's nothing special—what's there to sniff?!"
But her werewolf nose had already caught the scent.
Not musky. Sweet, even. Like sniffing perfume. Rasca swallowed hard.
After inhaling deeply to imprint it, she pursed her lips.
*Smack.*
"Didn't tell you that one... You're smarter than I thought? Take back calling you a dumb doggy."
Without instruction, her submission had led her to kiss the cock.
Pressing her lips to the thick shaft unleashed a storm of sensations.
Do I really have to sink this low? I'm the next great matriarch of the moon folk, werewolves, the greatest race...
"Stick out your tongue."
Rasca obeyed perfectly. Tongue out, she offered its tip to the glans.
A rich flavor seared her taste buds. Indescribable.
If there's such a thing as the taste of male, this must be it.
...Way better than I expected.
Surprisingly, it wasn't bad. No—actually good.
The sensation spreading from her tongue tip morphed into something else.
What the hell is this...?
Her body heated up. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Hot breath steamed from her nostrils.
By now, Rasca knew something was seriously wrong.
Drugs? This...!
Dealers don't partake, but Rasca sampled her wares for quality control.
Tongue-numbing tests.
Exactly like that. Numb tongue, faint pleasure spreading...
No way. Impossible.
Fellatio was supposed to give the giver nothing.
Who said that again?
Now Rasca crumbled under the first sensations she'd ever felt from it.
But against her will, her tongue and lips grew more eager.
Ah...
Before she knew it, her lips parted willingly, taking the massive cock into her mouth.
Like savoring delicious meat—welcoming it with her tongue first, then sealing her lips to trap it.
All while carefully avoiding her sharp fangs.
Hate to admit it, but this is way better than I thought.
Rasca didn't notice, but her long, furry tail was swishing side to side.
Even if she did, nothing would change. She was racing toward ruin, unstoppable by anyone.