You: You cheeky bitch - trying to bait me, are you? A good dom communicates - but you, you're in need of some good pain and discipline. You're also a tease for not sharing your hot-spots - very mean! Deserving of some quality punishment. I bet I can fit my arm inside your fat ass, you brat.



Stranger: She stood there and listened, her skeletal visage crooked into a permanent grin, those jagged "teeth" on full display for the other to see. Her otherwise black hollow pits of eyesockets were inhabited by a single pinprick of reddish-pink light that, despite it's size and appearence, seemed to only stare. Her arms were folded under her breasts, effectively pushing them up as she nodded. "Is that so..?" She asked, her voice raspy, as though she'd been deprived of water for weeks.



You: "Fortune favours the bold.", comes his thick, growling voice - more someone heading into battle than someone struck by lusts. But there's something about her - something irresistable, some kind of allure. He's twitching: his jean-shorts filled to the brim with his lusts, the stink of his pheromone-ridden hide blooming off him in rippling waves. "Haunted, are you - or do you just look the part?", he asks, walking forward - thick slabs of muscles flexing under short fur, completing a circle around her. His teeth gleam. "...know that you're not the only one possessed by hungers." He steps forth - and tries to wrap his thick, ropey and taunt arms around her chest and waist from behind.



Stranger: She listened to him speak, and seemed more than happy to simply sit there and...well. Listen. She didn't move, standing like a statue. She didn't move as he spoke, and she didn't move as he began to step towards her. Those small balls of light didn't even fidget. She simply stood there and allowed him to wrap those arms around her, allowing the other to feel her frigid fur, something that seemed to do the exact opposite of what one would normally expect. And smell her. It was a very odd scent, one that that sensitive nose should've picked up before now. It had the faintest hint of something unpleasant underlying a more dominant sickly-sweet smell, similar to rancid chocolate milk. However, perhaps the most offputting thing about this distance was the noise. Her breaths were croaky and dry, mimicking a death rattle with every breath. It was as though it strained those bones with each and every exhale. "Do I excite you..?" she asked.



You: "More than you can believe.", he breathes out - and his hips shifts as he says so. He's incredibly hot - steaming warm, the scent of him ripe. She is not. And yet... the contact makes him breathe harder, faster. "...though I do not know why." A small shudder - and his hands get more curious, more adventerous. One finds a breast, kneading it - the other one cups her crotch, fingers playing against it. A roll of his hips - it twitches against her. The sound of her voice lingers in his head - deathly cold, something screaming at him to walk away, to run. He doesn't run. He never runs. He growls, instead - and slides an inch-thick finger inside her cunt, followed by another one but a moment later.



Stranger: It was the most basic instinct that any living thing can have. Flight or fight. And, despite every single warning sign that his body gave him to tell him to run, that this was something he shouldn't be toying with, an equally basic want got the better of him. Lust. And as he allowed his hands to wander, one finding one of those more-than-ample DD breasts, it's pink nipple that topped the mountain hard by default, whilst the other was more adventurous, slinking down her broad frame and sliding between her legs. It was about as good as he would expect it to be. Despite her appearance, her sex seemed to be working. It reacted to his invasiveness, those icy walls clamping down on his finger, her juices running and matting his fur, quickly cooling it off to the point where it felt like it would go numb. And on top of all of this, the female still didn't move, instead opting to speak more. "You know this is a mistake... don't you?" Her voice was monotone, deadpan. Void of any emotion. Almost as chilling as her cunny.
You: "...the only mistake is regret. Regret and cowardice." His breath is thunderous, pounding - his chest beating like a smith's hammer upon the anvil. Spikes of adrenaline. His upper arm tightens up - and it moves up, up from her breasts. He clenches his thick, iron-hard forearm in under her chin: choking her and stealing her breath. If there's a breath to steal. "...and I've never met anyone who drips like this - not with ice, ice and lust." His fingers are numb - and yet, his head is filled with base instincts. He's huge, and he's hard - hard and hot. It grinds against her rump. Then, with a small movement, it's out. His drooling tip slides in between her thick thighs - his arm squeezes down tighter. Veins pop, below and above. Three fingers inside her. Four. He's a mountain of a man. Why is it so cold?



Stranger: There wasn't any breath. Despite that grip, those heavy breaths still came out. In fact, the only thing that choking her seemed to do was elicit a sickening cracking sound from her neck as his arm seemed to sink right in. It took him a second to realize that he had just crushed her throat. But still, she didn't move. It was truly like handling a dummy. A freezing cold, breathing, and more-than-husky doll. She... it? However, as more and more fingers stretched those walls, the cobalt blue lips wide open, the muscles inside still undulating, as though they were trying to chew the other's fingers, she did move. Slowly, and with a creak that rivaled only the rustiest of old wooden doors, she turned enough so that the canine behind her could see one of those eye sockets. That once red pinprick had grown into a slightly larger, about the size quarter, ball of light. However, perhaps the most shocking change was it's color. Gone was the pinkish red, similar to baby lotion, and in it's place was an angry, fiery red. "You speak with such confidence... such authority. Confidence... It's the food of the wise man, but the liquor of the fool." It's voice stayed the same, the same raspy, half-female, half-old man tone. "I do hope you know what you're doing..."



You: A massive growl of rage bubbles out of his chest - so thick that you can chew it as it passes by; echoing against the walls, living long past it's utterance. Her head feels like a loose flail under his arm. He freezes - his head moves forward, teeth bared. "Monster." is all he says. A show of strength: meeting that red, glaring light head-on. Lifting her up. It's no challenge - she's putty to him, as light as a feather. Up, up. He releases her head - for a second he pictures it just tilting listlessly sideways as he lets go, but it holds. He drags his arm under her thick thighs, pressing them against her chest: standing up, resting her back against his broad chest. He's red, twitching, leaking - close to two feet long, steely hard. An apex breeder. Slowly, she's lowered. A battle between life and death. That first touch against her cunt is icy cold - but he's so flush with heat that it seems to turn into steam.

Sinking in. He shudders - every single little fibre of his being shudders as he sinks in, inch after thick inch.



Stranger: With that single word, it elicits the first ounce of emotion the other had shown since they had first spoken. It gave a low, almost inaudible giggle. It wasn't rattly, nor raspy. It almost sounding child like before it quickly faded away, that old voice quickly coming back as she opened her jaw, each movement making it crack and splinter, bone shards chipping off and falling around him. As she looked forward, it was as though she was going to yell out, but instead just simple words came. "How did you know..?" Her pussy spread around that massive rod It truly was like sticking one's dick into an ice fishing hole. But despite their temperature, it was tight. Tighter than maybe any pussy he'd ever fucked. "You're filled with such vigor... such youth." She spoke up once more. "My threats may seem empty..." She trailed off, listening to his grunts and huffs, that vice-like grip he held on her thighs. He was pure muscle... she had to admit. If she was perhaps younger, or alive, she might've thought he was too much. But as she laid there, her legs up, her cunt being filled, she could only think of just what she was going to do to this male. "I want you to talk to me. Just... speak."



You: He leaks like a faucet - a mere spoon-full enough to impregnate even the most barren of bitches; warm sludge that drips down his shaft and provides the only warmth there. He's... not numb. But chilled. It struggles against him, reduces his rash heat and blazing fires - even as he batters against her very core, even as the animated bump he makes on her pudgy gut nudges against his taunt fore-arm. Something drives him deeper. His half-formed knot bumps against her opening: almost impossible, it seems. She should've cried out, eyes filled with tears. Pants and whimpers - like all the others, like all the rest. His seed forms a small puddle by his feet.

"You're a monster. A wretch. Cold as a bone - a worthless wench, an infertile and barren bitch."
His hips swing, his immesurably heavy sack slaps against the thick cheeks of her rump. The impact brings a flood of heat: it bubbles out, drenching her insides. His knot grows larger, battering her vice-like cunt, demanding entrance.
"...and yet. Fuck." A shudder, his voice loosing some heat - if just for a moment.



Stranger: She sat there, looking down, watching as that rod made a noticeable impact on her body. This dog was indeed something special. Something that she didn't get every day. She could feel the essence of him the moment they met... but he was still surprising her. Of course, she'd never let him know that. No. She'd let him enjoy these moments. Her mind was made up. They wouldn't be his last, far from it. If this is how he was now... she saw a long life ahead of him. He seemed in peak physical condition. And as he slammed into her freezer of a pussy, grunting, his words more snarl than speech, she couldn't help but imagine how she'd react if she was alive for just a little longer. She did get nostalgic about her former life... how could she not? But as she felt that bulbous knot threaten to pop itself in, to tie these two together for at least a few minutes, she knew that she'd have to make a move. Those walls continued to clench and massage, to effectively provide a home for that massive rod. She didn't know what she felt for the other... but she felt something. She spoke up once more. "Listen to you curse me... you love this..." She said, her voice soft, almost mocking. That hot fluid dripped out and down his shaft cold, like ice water. "Use me as you would a toy. Enjoy these moments." She said, putting her thoughts to word. "Look at you, now. Hammering your seed into something you consider worthless... nothing more than a mere street dog." She took a deep breath, her claws grabbing on tight to the other's rock-solid thighs. The sound of slapping echoed through the small room, a lewd and rhythmic "SMACK SMACK SMACK". "What would others think of you..?" Her claws dug in tighter, threatening to pop the other's skin. From her vantage up above, she once more tilted her head to look down at the other, her macabre grin wider, that ball of light now a seething fireball, brimming with energy, just barely contained within that little eye socket. "You're told to face your demons... and here you are fucking them."



You: Sensation seeps from him. But it's undeniable - his passion, everything that fuels him. It's the basis of who he is. "...I can think of no better way to face my foes...", he breathes, a hint haggard - angry and raw. Like he's been in a battle for a day straight. That constant rumble grows. "...than battering their womb, making my mark...!" The air burns in his lungs. Pain flashes along the surface of his thighs. It just blends in with the rest. His heavy endowment is distant, almost - like it's but a ghost, the sensations heavy but delayed. Out, almost entierly - the impact of his sack greater than any before it as he slams back in. His maw opens. He takes a step forward, then another. He brings that maw down, down and to the side. Slamming her face into the wall, pressing her cheek against it - digging his thick, slobber-coated teeth into her throat.

They pierce it like paper. He squeezes down - they sink in a full inch each, digging into veins and muscle. The pressure of his hips is immense: that ball of flesh at the bottom of his grotesquelly huge cock is as fat as both of his fists, held together. But there's no denying it.
'POP!', it goes, suddenly: her cunt broken into, filled beyond possibility. Her pelvis rises by several inches. It'd threaten to kill any mortal woman of her size. The flood of heat is immense: locked in, with nowhere to go. His taint is taunt, squeezing: his balls churn. Gallons come, her gut ballooning out with enough seed for a tribe. That icy grip milks him, and he gives.
"...monster."



Stranger: She was shoved into that wall, her bone splitting open, forming a nice long crack from the snout all the way to the back of the jawline. The creature's pussy spread open to take the other's sex, stretching like rubber, closing back on that dong all too snug. She could feel that cum spread throughout her entire body, held in place by that gargantuan knot. Her other-worldliness seemed to be met with an equally-bizarre creature. This one seemed to be all about strength. His words, his snarls, his... vigor. She would've been lightheaded, any female would have been. He's the true definition of a perfect mate. Strong, sure of himself, confident... and yet he could've possibly made a life-ending decision here today. Hell, he still could've. The power was in her hands. As those teeth sunk in, they were met with a sudden squirt of viscous black fluid. The taste was bitter, extremely so. Enough to almost immediately cause him to recoil and spit. "Do you know what you've done..?" She asked, her stomach bulging with cum, feeling full, as though she had held in a BM.



You: His head throws back - he spits and snarls, shaking his head: long-furred mane flying, spittle coursing through the air in strands and globs. "...won't you even - die, damn you, die right, at least!", comes his voice, hoarse. That thick vitae sticks to his tongue: as cold as the rest of her, sticky as sap. It lingers in his maw. But his arms hold fast. He still presses her head into the wall - he heard the cracks; it was not the wall, it was her that broke. But those eyes are still there. Spit. "Foul! Foul, foul - filthy!" His fattened cock gives off another spurt. That steaming mess inside her is only luke-warm, now: and cooling. He tries pulling his hips back, tries pulling out - but he's far too big, too engorged. She's too tight, too greedy. The top of her thighs press against her bloated gut - the pressure grows. He breathes next to her head. Another fattened, greasy spurt of seed.

His breath is ragged, harsh - his throat, sore.



Stranger: Her wound continues to leak, the fluid leaving a deep black trail as it slid down her skin, falling off and onto the floor with a disgusting "SPLAT". This wasn't a liquid. This was... muck. She listened to the other yell at her, furious that he cannot control her. "Mn... are you not pleased with what you've done?" She asked, feeling more and more squirts of cum pile up in her womb, now probably stretched as much as her pussy. She felt him attempt to pull out but find himself trapped in a web of his own making. "You've pumped me full of your most potent seed... cursed me... bit me. And now you find yourself angry with me?" She turned to look at him, her left nostril having been broken off from the initial impact, but still, that taunting grin stared at him, her eyes still full of malice and rage, yet her tone deadpan still. "What have I done to you, pup..?"
"I sit here... allowing you to breed me, and you still find yourself angered."



You: Slowly, he releases the hold he has on her head. He brings it down, carefully - almost curious. A single finger brushes against those oozing holes upon her throat: a faint shiver as he catches a nail's worth of her ichor against his digit. His cock pulses - more slowly, now. A few globs of pure white leaks past the seal of her cunt, falling down. Slowly, his breath seeps out of his chest.
"No. My anger is for myself." His hips sway - his shaft slaps against her walls, inside, shifting that sludgy mass of seed inside her. "...beast that you are - I am no better. I should crush your head, and end this tale of misery."

But his hand sits still, on her shoulder. Still, pressing her against him and that wall. It seems like the primal pleasure of breeding is gone, washed from his fiery heart. The sight of her burning eyes fill his mind - the sight of her oozing wounds.



Stranger: She nodded, listening to him speak, waiting for that knot to finally shrink down so that those floodgates would finally open. But instead, she just stared at the other, allowing him to move his finger over her eyes. The only heat on her body was perhaps from those empty sockets. As his finger ran through that eye hole and through that pulsing bit of energy, he could feel it emanate heat. Very, VERY faint, but heat nonetheless. Those teeth marks had coagulated, no further matter leaking out of them as the creature continued to stare. "You cannot." Was the only response she gave.



You: In a sudden fit of rage, he clenches down. 'Cannot'. The unholy word. He could. That's the essence of him. His scarred hand is taunt, taunt around her shoulder - slowly, he leans forward. Impaled, yes - but in his grasp. That stone wall looks solid. A pure, cold clarity - he grips the back of her head. 'Crrrrrssshhh!', comes the sickening noise, slamming her muzzle into the rock: again and again, until his arm grows sore and tired. A dozen times. Two dozen.
His chest drips with sweat. Half a minute passes - his meat, cold and softening.
A roar.
"Rrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaah!", he goes, bellowing. Frustration and anger - her body, falling down by his feet.



Stranger: He could watch as fragments of her skull broke off, turning to dust as the alpha slammed it into that wall. With each and every one, more and more bone splintered and chipped, sending pieces of her head everywhere. He could feel her head bounce off of his own, finally leaving nothing more than a mere spiky stump that oozed the same viscous ooze, eventually dropping to the floor. But as he closed his eyes to take a breath, perhaps just as mysteriously as she had appeared, all at once, she vanished. She was gone, leaving him alone in the darkness with nothing more than a puddle of his own baby batter, her gore, and the chunks of her head to keep him company. And as he looked around to see where she was, a single voice rang out through the room.
"Go home tonight and pray. Pray to the Lord above that our paths do not cross again."