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Anthromagus: Chapter 5

Peter’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through him as he stared in awe at the dog-woman presenting herself.  His first instinct was to deny her request; there was no way in hell he could fuck one of his greatest bullies, even if he was now a horny, furry bitch, whose pheromones were filling the immediate vicinity and driving him insane.

“W-- What are you waiting for?  I-- I hate you-- fuck me!”  Kelly howled and whimpered, her body quivering while her steamy, bestial sex glistened in the dim warehouse light.

Peter watched her, entranced by her glossy brown fur and frantically swishing tail.  ‘She…  She’s my familiar-- she now lives to serve me,’ he thought to himself, recalling the incantations he used to transform Kelly, bind her to him, and change her clothes.  With this new ability came some degree of intrinsic understanding over the spell’s mechanics.  He knew she was bound to him now and that she’d somehow derive a great deal of pleasure out of serving him and giving into her primal, feminine urges.

Wouldn’t fucking her be cathartic, though?  This horrible, twisted person who bullied and tormented him was now a whining, curvaceous bitch in heat-- one that had submitted to him and who was begging her new master for sweet release.  To have twisted Kelly into his familiar, and then to mate with her in a position of dominance, would be the ultimate first step in reclaiming his life.  Additionally, these justifications made it easier for him to ultimately give into his own lust.  Regardless of the morals involved, he couldn’t deny the rock-hard, raging erection painfully pressing upon the confines of his pants.

“What are you--,” Kelly started.

“A-ask for it,” Peter interrupted, briefly stuttering before clenching his hands tight and telling himself to remain confident.  “Ask your new master nicely-- ask him to fuck you and give you what your body needs.”

A low whine escaped Kelly’s lips, her vulva quivering with need.  “You bast-- ergh…”  She groaned, her ears folding back as she started to pant.  “Dammit-- please…  Please,” she muttered.

“Please, what?”

“Please f-- fuck me, master…  Make me c-- cum…  Please, master,” Kelly begged, her facade of resistance crumbling.

How could Peter say no?  After months of torment, he needed this as badly as she did.  He slipped his hands down and unbuttoned his pants, his hands trembling as he tried to keep his breathing under control.  Moments later, he slid to the ground along with his boxers, his erection springing free.  A bead of precum had already formed on the tip, his manhood yearning to penetrate the female presenting herself so obediently.

He stepped forward slowly, approaching Kelly as her feminine musk intensified.  Now standing right behind her, he brushed a hand over the back of her thigh, giving a slight squeeze before slipping his fingers over the outer edge of her labia.

“A-- ahhhh…”  Kelly moaned and whimpered, biting her lower lip as her his instinctively jerked and moved into her soon-to-be mate’s loving touch.

Motivated by Kelly’s sexy and lewd reaction, Peter pushed two fingers into the hot, steamy folds, parting her vulva just slightly before brushing in a downward motion toward her clit.  The hot bitch’s lustful growling and shaky moans guided his touch, his lips curling into a faint grin as he brushed a fingertip over the engorged, pink nub and started to rub very lightly in small circles.

“Ahhh-- ahwooo!”  Kelly howled, her hips once again involuntarily jerking back. “Y-- Yes, master…”  She stammered.

Peter wouldn’t let her have what she wanted too easily.  He kept his touching light, applying barely enough pressure to stimulate the overly sensitive canine.  He couldn’t simply provide her with orgasmic delight, could he?  

Kelly gasped and moaned.  She had never felt anything like this before; how could she feel so damned hot?  So wet and empty?  Her clit felt so fucking sensitive; like all the nerve endings of her cock had been concentrated into one tiny nub of flesh.  However, the touching wasn’t sufficient.  She instinctively understood she was being teased.  “Master-- that’s…  That’s not hard enough…”  She whimpered.

“I’m well aware,” Peter replied.  “After everything you’ve put me though, I’m sure you can put up with a little light teasing.”

“I-- hmmph…”  Kelly started to respond but ultimately ended up huffing and whining.  She couldn’t disobey her master, after all.

Peter was overwhelmed by exhilaration.  Watching Kelly writhe and beg for more attention while he held all the power felt good; for the first time in months, he felt like he had some control back.  He removed his hands and grabbed the base of his cock, positioning the head as he leaned forward, just barely pressing it against the warm folds around her vagina.

“Y-- Yes…” Kelly gasped, starting to push her hips back.

“No.  Stay-- don’t move your hips,” Peter insisted.

Kelly obediently stopped, her whole body trembling as lustful thoughts surged through her head. ‘Why…  Why can’t I disobey him?  Why do I want him to approve of me?’ She felt like she had completely lost herself.

Peter wanted to confirm what level of control he had; it seemed Kelly had to completely obey his every word.  Despite wanting to push her hips back so his cock fully filled her, she obediently waited for her master to thrust forward or give some kind of go ahead.  “That’s a good girl,” he said softly, shakily placing his hands on her hips as he pushed forward.

He listened to Kelly’s moaning and whimpering as her vaginal walls convulsed and slackened to accept him.  ‘So-- damn tight…’  Peter shivered, feeling Kelly’s wet, moist walls squeeze and massage his manhood.  He didn’t expect his night to go this way, but he wasn’t complaining.  When was the last time he had a good lay like this?

“A-- Ahwoooo…” Kelly quietly howled and braced herself, feeling Peter’s shaft push her apart.  It was a strange sensation-- almost alien.  It was, however, exhilarating in a way she couldn’t describe.  To be filled by her mate and to fully submit to him while experiencing sensations she didn’t know were possible.  

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Peter’s confidence grew as he pushed forward, his cock penetrating deep into Kelly’s tight, wet fuck hole.  Now trembling, he grasped her hips, feeling her glossy fur beneath his fingers.  A surge of primal need assailed him as his heart started to race.  What reason would he have to resist his desires?  Hearing his mate’s lewd whimpers and growling only served to make him harder, urging him to push deeper.

“A-- Ahhh…  Grrr…”  Kelly growled and whined as she felt her vagina spread apart and fill with her mate’s throbbing manhood.  It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced as man, with any desire she once had to penetrate being wholly replaced with a burning need to be dominated, filled, and stretched to the limit.  When her tight pussy widened just barely enough to accept her master’s girth, a surge of excitement coursed through her.  ‘He-- He’s big…’  A tight fit was exactly what she needed, even if a gnawing pang of humiliation in the back of her mind tried to convince her this wasn’t what she wanted.

Peter sank into the hot bitch, sliding all the way up to the hilt.  The head of his cock brushed against her quivering cervix, eliciting a sharp breath and shudder from him.  ‘This-- is incredible…  She smells amazing-- feels amazing.’  The best part was, Kelly was his now.  She was his familiar-- his to command, and his to pleasure.  As he pulled back out and plunged in once more, a couple minor concerns came to mind.  Should he be thinking this way? Seeing Kelly as something he owns and controls?  Did it make him bad to feel this way?

“Mmm…”  Peter grunted as his cock spasmed within Kelly’s hot cunt.  The view of her glossy, brown-furred ass, glistening vulva, and her wagging tail was enough to keep him thoroughly hard and aroused.

“Mmm-- ooooooh!  D-- Don’t… Don’t stop, master,” Kelly begged, grasping the ground as she panted and swished her tail frantically.  Each thrust into her feminine sex caused a deep, unrelenting tension to build within her body’s core.  She had experienced nothing like this before, and she absolutely needed to know what this pressure built up to.  Her every instinct screamed, urging her to continue the vigorous fucking to completion.

Peter’s heart raced faster as he smacked Kelly’s ass and picked up the pace, thrusting harder as hot tingling enveloped his throbbing cock.  ‘She wants this-- she needs this just as I do,’ he told himself.  She was already his familiar; wouldn’t it make him a cruel master if he didn’t tend to her needs?  If she was as horny and in heat as she appeared, it would be wrong of him not to show her the ultimate pleasure that womanhood offered.

He brushed his fingers over the base of Kelly’s tail while thrusting into her, scratching the sensitive appendage as slick, squelching sounds flooded the warehouse due to Kelly’s wetness and Peter’s balls slapping against her.  He had to fuck her; he had to dominate her and show her he was in charge.  Perhaps it was partially due to the spell’s influence, but his every instinct told him that this was the right decision.

“A-- Ahwooooo!”  Kelly moaned girlishly as a vaginal orgasm crashed through her sensitive, canine form.  Her legs nearly buckled as blissful waves reverberated through her pussy, pelvis, and the entirety of her lower body.  Not only did she feel incredible, but knew it wasn’t over yet.  The pressure continued to build toward what she could only assume was an orgasm even more wonderful than the last.  ‘I shouldn’t-- want this…  I’m a man-- I’m…  Oh god…  So good-- so fucking good…’  Any time a rational thought wafted into her mind, a surge of female dog hormones washed those troublesome musings away.  Why did it matter who she was an hour ago?  Right now, she was a hot, lusty bitch with a perfectly shaped body.  She was a woman with a master graciously showing her the wonders of womanhood.

“Does-- that feel good, Kelly?”  Peter asked as his body quivered.  He almost lost his load, but forced himself to concentrate and keep going.  Despite his cock spasming and writhing while dripping precum with each thrust, he refused to give in.  There was absolutely no way he could climax until Kelly had herself, and was left a writhing, whimpering mess.

The two remained joined for a while longer, the hot sounds of sex filling the warehouse.  Masculine grunts, feminine whimpering, bodies slapping together, panting, and more.  For Peter, the musk was one of the most enjoyable parts of this perfect, sexual encounter.  Kelly’s fragrance was potent, purely feminine, and it immediately aroused him on a level he’d never felt before.

“A-- Ahhh--- Ahwooooo….  Mmm--aaaaahhhh!”  Kelly cried as she arched her hips and pushed back against Peter.  Her climax finally hit, sending a maelstrom of orgasmic bliss through her sultry, feminine form.  She could hardly see straight as her vagina spasmed uncontrollably, convulsing around her mate’s cock while her legs weakened and started to slip.  Any remaining thoughts of dissent had melted away in the warm, creamy sea of bliss she had been washed away in.  She couldn’t take it any longer-- she couldn’t take her mate’s virile pounding now that she was at her limit.

Peter grew indescribably excited as his mate climaxed and hit her limit.  Finally, he allowed himself to do the same, a deep, raspy moan flowing from his lips as he climaxed, pushing in hard and deep as hot, sticky spurts of semen coated Kelly’s insides.

Kelly instinctively pushed back against her mate, feeling the bursts of warm fluid within her pussy.  For some reason, she couldn’t bear the thought of wasting a single drop.  Even after having sex, they remained in position and she felt Peter's dick twitching and gradually softening within her.  This feeling of connection was incredible; despite hating Peter not too long ago,s he found herself hoping they could stay joined like this for a while longer.

Peter panted, enjoying the afterglow as his senses started to return.  Still inside of the hot bitch, he glanced down at her, feeling her warm vaginal walls gently quivering around his shrinking cock.  ‘What now?’  He mused, realizing he’d have to start thinking of a plan.  He had turned his bully into a familiar, he still barely understood magic, and now he had to get her home with him without anyone seeing she wasn’t exactly human.  Despite the hurdles ahead, his lips curled into a slight grin.  Such concerns seemed minor compared to the amount of relief he felt.  He needed that fucking almost as much as Kelly.

CHAPTER END

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