“That's a good girl.” Master Liina's voice comes soft, before she backs off. “Alright, this will be Yumi's first time, and she has basically zero experience with any of this. Sorry, but she's so shy, I'll probably have to be kind of hands on. I was hoping she would be as aroused as usual before you started, but that didn't exactly work out... “

She thinks briefly, before getting an idea. “Yumi, start off by giving Malic a massage. That should get you going again.”

Just hearing her put it all that way... my face feels like it's on fire. Despite all that, I answer as usual, and wait for Malic to strip and lie down on the bed. He's so much bigger than Master Liina, his body filling almost the entire bed... With a rough gulp, I climb up on top of him.

When I reach down to his fur, it feels like my heart is going to leap out of my chest. It's so different. Not as silky soft, a little more rough and prickly, despite being freshly washed. Beneath aren't the rock hard muscles of a powerful adventurer either. Rougher fur, softer flesh...

But damn, there's just so much of it. He has a huge, wide back, at a height of seven feet tall, towering over me whenever he stands. I feel so small, sitting on top of him.

I press into his back, trying to start off the same way I do with Master Liina. It's different because he's a wolf and she's a fox. The feel and position of their muscles are somewhat different.

I try my best anyway, pushing through the rising arousal that just shows Master Liina already has my stupid, perverted mind pegged perfectly. I keep moving, adjusting as I work. I also find that unlike Master Liina, who holds most of her tension in her lower back and neck, most of Malic's is concentrated around his shoulders.

I keep working, pushing and rubbing and getting pleased groans from Malic, the same as Master Liina. It's all I can do to focus on nothing but the work, letting the haze of horny arousal cloud out everything around it. Because no matter what, I can't think past the massage. I feel like my heart would blow up if I let myself think past, to what will inevitably happen after.

So I keep going until Malic feels totally loosened up and satisfied, and Master Liina calls, “That's enough.”

She's probably right. My head feels like mush already from the feel and clean, fresh scent coming off of him, a light sheen of sweat building all over my body.

I think I'm trembling. It's hard to tell if it's me, or everything else.

Damn my throat is so dry...

I'm so out of it, I actually ask for water.

And Master Liina immediately hands me a glass. Why did she have that?

I'm so confused...

Despite it all, I drink the water, still panting, heart and head pounding after.

“Yumi, get undressed.”

The command makes me shudder, but I slowly assent and move to obey anyway.

My garments fall to the floor one by one from my unsteady, trembling hands, and I can't help but catch the eyes of Malic, lying on the bed and gazing over me, my small, fresh, clean shaven body so different from his huge, furry one.

Finally, I stand, naked before him. I try to keep my eyes anywhere except that place. My hands move automatically to cover myself, before a noise from Master Liina stops me.

“Alright Malic, you know what you're doing, right?”

“Yeah.” His word comes out as a rumble in his throat that immediately makes me hot and woozy down there.

“Remember, it's her first time and she's not as durable as most girls. Don't hurt her.”

“Yeah.”

“I'll leave it to you.” Then Master Liina exits the room, leaving just the two of us. Alone. Naked. Feeling like I'm on fire.

Without a shred of hesitation, Malic pulls me over onto the bed, tossing me to flop down on my back on the springy mattress while he mounts me. Hovering above, I feel like I'm floating, and trapped at the same time.

I'm really about to do this, aren't I?

My first time, for real.

Really real.

With a wolf-man.

My only friend.

For money.

Technically prostitution.

Slavery prostitution.

Fuck, why is it always like this?

Why do I have to be so damn attracted to him? Why does he have to be so big and strong and sexy even though he's all furry, with that hot white fur that prickles against my skin and sends shivers of aroused, shuddering pleasure through my entire body?

Why do I have to be like this?

So... so uncontrollably aroused by my fucked up fetishes? So embarrassed and ashamed of them? My friends didn't have any issue talking about their kinks. But I never could. Because they always felt so... wrong. Like I had to hide them, because I didn't know what my parents would think, how they would react if they ever found out.

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Because I'm so fucked up.

Because of them...

God damn it.

I hate this...

While I feel like I'm about to cry, Malic slowly leans down, mouth meeting mine in a kiss that finally blows away the shame and pain and horrible memories. I lean in, kissing him back. Letting my arms encircle his neck and letting him push away all the terrible everything.

So I can just lose myself in the pleasure, for now.

Heart racing, I awkwardly press my mouth to his, fumbling my way through a terrible, mouthy, slobbery, weird kiss.

My first kiss.

Master Liina never kissed me...

But he doesn't have a human mouth. I don't know if it matters, I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. Oh who cares? It still feels amazing and I love it and it makes me feel so... so... good. Safe. Comfortable. Loved. Connected to another person who returns every move and every nudge of my affections through our whole, weird kiss.

When we finally part, my breath coming in pants because I think I forgot to breathe through some of that, my face is all wet and slobbery with saliva and gross and I don't give a flying fuck. I just want more. More of this. Of all of this. Of him.

And he gives it. His hands close on my sides, sliding up my hot skin toward my waiting breasts. The anticipation only lasts moment before his fingertips slide, slow and gentle, with the tiny prickle of his claws trailing with them, filed all the way down unlike Maser Liina.

Everything about him is different. His touch gentle, almost teasing. It rouses my desire, keeps drawing me up further, filling me with aching need.

My glazed eyes stare up at him as he smiles lightly, hands cupping gently under my modest bust. Then he squeezes down, and I drawl out a low, mewling moan.

His face slides down, nuzzling along my collarbone. Lips kissing, a flick of his tongue here and there as he travels, ever so slowly to my shoulder, and his hands trace back down my stomach.

Every faint touch fills my chest with heat and a quivering flutter in my limbs.

Oh god why is he doing it like this?

I'm melting.

But he's toying with me. Those gentle touches that push me up, but not enough. A plateau that's just not quite high enough.

He keeps touching my chest, and my stomach, and my face. Kissing my neck. Soft and gentle. Not enough. I want more. But he keeps on, so soft and gentle, drawing it out until I'm on fire.

More. More. More!

“M-more...” I finally mutter my request, almost ready to cry. If this goes on much longer, I don't know what I'll do...

Immediately, Malic gives it. His hands press harder and he leans in for another kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, flicking and twining with mine. His saliva tastes like- like!

“Ahh!” I scream, finally reaching joyous release as his aggressive kiss turns my brain to goo. It's not like the other times. It's like electric fire, exploding up an down, flooding my body in wave after wave of delicious, clenching orgasm.

By the time it ends, I'm twitching, small uncontrollable convulsions running up my spine and out through my limbs now and then. My thighs feel drenched, as do the bedsheets when I trail my legs over them. I guess I finished like that again... Because he delayed it? Built it up? Because it felt so fucking good...

Just like last time, my orgasm helps ease my sex drive a little, but my body feels totally ready to continue. Still hanging above me, Malic has a big, wolfy grin. He's breathing deeply, even if his arctic white fur betrays no trace of sweat like my own drenched, aroused skin does. The burning lust in his eyes is both terrifying and makes my groin physically quiver in anticipation.

Malic backs off some, sliding to sit between my legs, and I finally, finally look down. The sight is... woah.

I don't know what I expected.

Malic is seven feet tall.

He's... he's fucking enormous...

Is he even going to fit? I don't think I could get any wetter if you threw me in a pool, but... but...

I shiver. Isn't your first time supposed to hurt? Like, a lot?

He spreads my legs and angles down.

I can barely hear over my own heartbeat.

Am I even breathing?

His cock is coming, pressing close. He's right there...

Skin like a human, good because I have no idea how this would work if he was furry down there too.

Just skin.

No condom.

Then he presses against me and despite the mind-blowing pleasure that threatens to rob me of all conscious thought, the terror that cuts through sends me scrambling from his grasp in an instant.

I'm out of the bed, stumbling away.

No no no no no

Raw?

No!

I can't!

I fall and roll and end up landing halfway on my side upside down against a wall somehow.

I'm panting and gasping. I think my arms are flailing in panic.

I can't do that!

I I I I could-!

Then the door cracks open. “Everything alright in here?” Master Liina asks, concern in her voice as she peeks in.

“Uhh...” Malic's response draws her a little further, until she sees me upside down against the wall.

“What happened?”

“I think she panicked?” Malic offers.

“Ah, she did that when I was helping with her urges. If you just push her a little more, it should calm her down again,” she advises.

“Alright.” When Malic rises from the bed and starts toward me, I can't control myself at all.

“No no no no! I can't! Not that! No! Not like that! No!” I shriek, turning over and scrambling, rolling away from him. I hit the corner and curl into a ball, trying to hide, protect myself.

Anything but that.

“Ok, that's new,” comes Master Liina's voice, entering the room. Then her hand lands on my shoulder. “Yumi, tell me what's wrong.”

I cover my ears, afraid. Scared of everything, and whip my head back and forth. I can't. I won't.

No.

Then the pain comes. It hurts. It's terrifying. I shake my head harder. Rambling denial, refusal. I won't do it. Never ever ever no matter what no!

I could get pregnant.