Lost to the Heat
No, that's not me! Asha desperately strained with all her might. Something hot and enormous was trying to force its way into a place it had no business entering. Perhaps because it wasn't meant for such use, Cecil's rod merely prodded at the entrance, unable to push inside. Asha let out a sigh of relief—but the troubles closing in on her were far from over.
"Hngh!?"
Claudia's rod, already buried deep within her, swelled rigidly at the tip, as if proud of its girth, and began to churn Asha's insides. Claudia, lost in the sudden pleasure of penetration, soon started grinding her hips wildly, driven by the breeding urge awakened by the pheromones. Each time that firmly flared hook grazed some unknown spot deep in her lower belly, Asha's body shuddered violently, as if struck by a massive shock.
It was a place that felt... somewhat familiar to Asha. Etched into her memory whether she wanted it or not. Her aroused body welcomed it as pleasure, drawing a stifled moan from her lips.
But Asha's mind was still clear. I can endure this. Just hold on a little longer... they'll snap out of it... and then...
As if mocking her resolve, a wet blurp! echoed from behind her back. At the same moment, something thick and gooey splurted! into her second crevice, gushing forth in torrents. The forceful jet of viscous fluid bypassed the entrance, plunging deep to soak her insides.
Naturally, it was Cecil's semen. Unable to hold back any longer while grinding against the tight entrance, she'd climaxed. Released into the wrong hole, it was a futile ejaculation that would never reach its intended target.
But Cecil's seed was different from the ordinary sort. At least for Asha.
Her second crevice—a place never meant for such use—began transforming into something equivalent. Steeped in semen, Asha's body burned with a scorching thirst. Unsated by Claudia's pleasure, it now craved Cecil's member too... turning even that forbidden spot into a source of ecstasy. It was ready to accept her.
A trickle of the slick white fluid leaked from her churning depths.
"Haa... haa... fuck... this isn't... right..."
Asha cursed without thinking. Her head spun. Sensation lived only where Claudia and Cecil's rods touched. Everything else had gone hypersensitive... inflamed.
In that state, maintaining even a shred of sanity—whether a curse or a miracle, she couldn't say.
As the situation spiraled out of control, Asha unwittingly gripped Claudia's breast hard. Reacting, Claudia thrust upward, seizing Asha's hips. The dam of pleasure in her lower belly was on the verge of bursting.
Holding onto her mind grew harder by the second. The final wedge came from Cecil's rod invading her second hole. The once-tight entrance had softened, finally permitting entry.
"Kghk!?"
It should have hurt. That pain should have snapped her awake. But there was no pain. Cecil's club slid in smoothly, stirring her depths. Her body, which ought to scream in agony, instead hammered waves of pleasure into her mind.
As if teaching her: this hole's for pleasure too.
If the front was for breeding bliss, the one Cecil claimed was pure ecstasy incarnate—
No room left in Asha's head for such thoughts.
Cecil pulled back. A gloop as something surged, and part of her club withdrew with the white fluid. Then she slammed in again. A long, girthy stroke matching her size.
Perfectly timed, Claudia bucked her hips, chasing her own pleasure. Slap! Slap! Squish— Flesh met flesh front and back.
"Ahk! Hn... kgh... hiit!?"
Sandwiched between Cecil and Claudia, Asha jerked with broken gasps like "mghk, keh," as they alternated thrusts.
Yet it wasn't enough. Her body still thirsted. Saliva pooled at her lips, a stuffed, ravenous hunger. Droplets fell, mixing with the bathwater.
Light faded from Asha's pupils. Her entire body a erogenous zone. Her slender frame tossed about, spilling beastly moans fitting her ears and tail. She crested orgasm after orgasm.
The fluids she expelled vanished into the full tub, traceless.
A meat rod loomed before her hazy eyes. Veronica's, tail wagging as she approached. Instinctively, Asha sniffed it. Her overripe body quivered in pleasure from the scent alone. Her lolling tongue dripped saliva.
Veronica, tail slapping the water in frustration at finding no gap, had seized her chance.
Her rod met Asha's soft tongue. Veronica trembled. Chasing faint memories of pleasure, she rubbed against it. Position awkward for penetration, but for her pent-up lust, it sufficed.
Her flushed red rod soaked in Asha's saliva. Climax hit; she unleashed without restraint. Plip, plip—white globs painted Asha's face. Some arced into her throat.
Asha gulped it down. Semen trickled down her pale face, making her sticky. Strands splattered her light pink hair, heightening the visual debauchery.
Veronica, savoring the afterglow, smeared more across Asha's face for greater stimulation.
Asha's body bucked as Veronica's rod slipped away—Cecil's thrust had lifted her. Unwilling to yield, Claudia yanked her hips down. Her deeply embedded rod nudged something far inside, making Asha quake in climax.
Stimulated, Cecil thrust up again, floating her body. Claudia pulled her back. A vicious—or virtuous?—cycle formed.
Left out, Veronica pouted and rubbed her rigid rod more aggressively on Asha's face, marking her with her emissions like territory.
Then Asha's stray tail coiled around Veronica's rod. Liking the squeeze, Veronica climaxed and tugged it. Asha's body tensed in response... and now all joined the cycle.
The bathroom filled with an even thicker, sweeter scent. Slaps of flesh, ragged breaths. Sloshing waves with each motion. Semen erupting inside Asha.
And finally...
"Heh... u... hek... ahk♡"
Only the moans of the bitch beastkin at the center remained. Asha... no, the female beastkin thought: F-feels... g-good... so g-good... good...
With such thoughts, the sweat- and semen-smeared girl with light pink hair could hardly be called Asha. Sane Asha would surely deny it: That's not me. Just a potion-maddened bitch in heat.
The bitch in heat twitched her hips, fondling her untouched soft breasts for more stimulation.
The beasts' time dragged on. How much time passed? The dim window offered no clue.
Asha's body was splotched white. Moisture kept it from crusting.
After endless cycles, the three slumped against the tub floor, exhausted. Submerged in lukewarm water, they breathed heavily with dazed eyes.
Only Asha clung to Claudia's breasts, grinding her hips. Mere twitches from fatigue, yet still chasing pleasure. Desperate to quench her thirst.
Soon, the ears and tail on Asha, Cecil, and Veronica faded one by one. The sweet scent thinned.
But regardless... the bitch kept rutting for ecstasy.
The first to recover was Claudia. Even the battle-hardened adventurer couldn't hide her shock at the scene.