Back again with another depraved sexual
fantasy involving the wolf and the fury. My oh my. Again: THIS
IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK! Hear me, oh ye mighty, and despair.
Here's some goodies you can expect, I mean
look out for on this one:
Fury of punishment and surface martyr getting it on
Cisgender female Megaera
Intersex/otherwise differently sexed Lupus
Having loads of "fun"
Scar talk (Lupus)
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Lupus had been
invited to Megaera’s room, located in a far-off corner of Tartarus. He
wasn’t even aware she lived down there, so it was a pleasant surprise,
to say the least.
“Lupus, you do know why I invited you here, right?” Megaera turns to
look at the therian. Her hair wasn’t tied up, nor did she have on any of
her usual golden accouterments. In fact, she was dressed down a bit.
“...Maybe?” Lupus tilted his head and smiled. “I’m getting a certain
“Well.” Megaera approached him. “Listen. You’re different from Thanatos
and Zagreus, alright? You’re sensitive. And not cocky. And I appreciate
“What I’m saying is, I invited you over so the two of us could have a
little fun. You know what I mean by fun, right?”
“Oh, do you mean that kind of fun?” Lupus licked his lips, tail wagging.
She meant sex. There was no way around that, surely.
“I do, in fact, mean that kind of fun.” She definitely meant sex. “Come
here,” she beckoned.
Megaera led the martyr to her bed, where she let him lay down as she
crawled on top of him, resting her hips on his.
“So, tell me, Lupus,” she said, leaning down towards his muzzle. “Have
you ever been with a woman?”
“No,” Lupus whispered, feeling her breath on his snout. “You’re my
first. And, hopefully, my only, forever on.”
Megaera chuckled. “This is why I like you.”
The two connected in the center with a kiss, gentle and passionate, the
fury leading the way with bright pink lips leaving their mark all across
the wolf’s face. Lupus couldn’t help but whine from the tender contact
mixed with the subtle grind of her body against his as he felt something
begin to peek out and harden.
“Getting excited, are we?” Megaera teased as she pressed down a little
harder on Lupus. Lupus’s tail thumped against her bedsheets. There was
no denying his “excitement”, and Megaera felt much the same, warmth
building in her lower body.
Megaera reached up and loosened her top, letting it drop to the floor,
revealing her breasts to the wolf. He wasn’t ashamed of nudity–it was
the norm in the forest–but still found himself delighted to see Meg’s
bare chest. She grabbed his paws and brought them up to her breasts.
“Go on, I know you want to do this,” she cooed, pressing the paws on the
bare skin. Lupus obliged, taking each breast in one paw and gently
fondling each one. Careful to avoid nicking her with his claws, he
rubbed her nipples with his thumb-pads, to which the fury bit her lip
and stifled a quick moan.
As Lupus explored her bare top, Megaera explored Lupus’s own bare body,
which only had the loincloth beneath her (which was getting soaked with
fluid each passing second). She grazed her hands over Lupus’s furry,
flat chest, feeling the toughened muscle underneath. Where his nipples
might have been, there were two large, cross-shaped scars–Megaera
elected to firmly massage those.
“How does that feel?” She asked.
Lupus’s breath hitched, a quick rise and fall of his stomach and chest.
“Please touch me more,” he chuffed, leaning his head back.
Megaera chuckled and obliged, letting her hands roam across his ragged
body–each scar was from one brooding tale, and each one had a different
reaction to her touch. She trailed her hand down his stomach, up to the
point where her hips met his, and she finally spoke again.
“I think it’s time we take some more off.”
Lupus’s tail hit the bed harder as he watched Megaera slip off her
undergarments, yet again discarded to the floor. Now her lower half was
bared in all its glory, and there was no denying the peak formed in his
own cloth. Megaera undid the belt latch keeping the loincloth together,
letting it slip away from the wolf’s waist, taking note of everything he
She hummed. “So, where can I touch you?”
“Anywhere,” Lupus strained, both erect and wet.
“How about… Here?” She traced a finger over his dark slit, and Lupus
gently howled, claws digging into the sheets beneath.
“Megaera, please!” He cried out. “Touch me more, please…”
“Aw,” she hummed. “How can I say no to such a polite man?”
Megaera pressed one finger into Lupus’s slick hole, and he whined
sharply through his teeth. He felt much different from her own sex–more
squishy and malleable. And deeper, too. But that kind of exploration
could be saved for another day, as Megaera curled the digit and pulled
it slowly, in and out, matching up with the wolf’s haggard breathing.
“More,” Lupus begged. “More, more…”
Megaera teased Lupus’s entrance with two fingers, then used her other
hand to rub the tip of his cock, flaring in the air. He howled a sharp
moan again, this time with her name attached to the end of it. She
smirked. Hopefully, the next part would go well.
She took her hands off his parts and instead used them to press down his
fuzzy thighs so she could get on top of them. Lupus watched from the
corner of his eye as she lowered herself just before his cock, slowly
and eagerly pressing her pussy to his, grinding up against his wetness.
“Megaera, I don’t–I won’t–last long,” Lupus huffed, tongue lolling out
at the side of his jaw.
“That’s the point,” she said, grinding further. She grabbed his paws and
placed them on her upper thighs. “Hold on tight.”
Lupus gripped her, still careful to not nick her flesh, and felt he saw
stars as she began to shallowly thrust against him. Though he wasn’t
being penetrated, the grinding motion was just as good, if not better in
its own way. His hips rose and fell in phantom motions, as if he were
bucking up into her, his cock also grinding against her stomach.
Megaera’s moans were breathy and quiet–a side seldom seen by her other
lovers. Perhaps it was only reserved for the stoic martyr.
To keep her balance, Megaera kept one hand buried in Lupus’s chest, and
the other was free to wrap around his cock and gently stroke him off,
trying to send him over the edge in as many ways as possible, while
getting her own pleasure out of it. And it worked–after only a minute or
two, Lupus came with a loud cry, seed spread on his chest and Megaera’s,
and his opening leaking with wetness.
“Is that a new record for you?” Megaera rubbed a few circles in his
chest as his head flopped to the side. “I’m impressed.”
“Thank you,” Lupus’s lips curled up in a cheeky smile.
“Don’t thank me yet,” Megaera tapped his still-hard cock. “I’m not done