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Lycaon sits in his chair at Victoria Housekeepings manor and enjoys a nice cup of tea, relaxing on his day off. What better way to relax than to drink a nice tea that warmths the whole body with every sip. Even better if you combine it with a nice book. The wolf couldn’t ask for a better way to wind down. And it is something he desperately needed these past few days. His fur is rather disheveled, his heart pounds faster than usual and his body itself felt quite warm. The wolf already knew what he was going through, his heat cycle. Thankfully it’s short lived and on the peak of it he took this self care day off. In the evening it should be done and he can pamper himself again to look as pristine as usual. Even though he thinks of at least doing something tonight, at least with himself. It has been a while since he indulged in his carnal desires.
He looks outside the window, watching the people walk by and spend their day. The wolf wonders what they could be up to, the sun guiding their way. That’s when he spots a thiren couple, a female tiger thiren and a male lion thiren. At least that is what Lycaon judged by their clothing and body figures. For some reason he can’t keep his eyes off of them. His breathing becomes rather erratic, like he is hyperventilating, his tail starting to wag ever so slightly and his thoughts dilute to something erotic. He realizes the real reason he keeps his working eye fixed to the two is because the two look attractive to him. He forces himself away from the window, but judging by the big bulge he already got hard just from stalking. The wolf takes deep breathes, thinks of normal thoughts to push out those unsightly desires out and relaxes his body, sealing them behind a heavy dam. Over the years he learned to suppress his heat better and just like that he is back to normal.
As he breathes out to relax he hears his phone buzzing. He recognizes the ringtone to be from one of his closest partners, the proxy. He smiles and picks up his phone, hoping to chat a little.
B:“Lycaon! I need your help urgently!
L:“Hello Master Proxy. What is the matter?“
B:“I need your help to clean up an intelligent construct.“
L:“Cleaning a Construct? I must apologize but that is not my forte. And today is actually my day off.“
B:“Please Lycaon! I already asked all mechanics but they refused. And the one that would do it, isn’t someone Banyue wants to do it. I am only left with you.“
The wolf thinks for a moment. He does wish to help his dear friend but…in such a state it wouldn’t be the best of ideas.
B:“I’ll pay you any amount! I’ll even do any Proxy work for Victoria Housekeeping for free for the next month. Whatever it is you want I’ll comply.“
Lycaon sighs, guess his self-care day will be very short lived.
L:“Alright Master Proxy. I’ll help. But please forgive that I won’t be as perfect as a mechanic for this job.“
B:“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! That is totally fine. A basic cleaning will do!“
L:“I do have to ask. Why don’t you or anyone else take care of this construct?“
B:“There is a specific reason for it. Don’t worry! I’ll explain once we get to you.“
L:“To you? I was thinking we’d meet at Random Play or another more secluded location.“
B:“Normally that would be a good idea. But I was in a rush so we already made our way to you. Sorry “
Lycaon sighs.
L:“Alright. It’s no issue. You are lucky the others are out today.“
B:“We will be there shortly!“
With that the little green icon goes dim. The wolf again sighs and drinks the rest of his tea before attending to his fur. The usual white silky fur that's neatly brushed and resembles a painting looks untamed and like a hurricane hit, especially the neck area. Lycaon brushes it all back neatly into place except for the neck. It is more neat looking after the treatment but it just won’t stand down. Just as he places down the brush he already hears the doorbell. Sadly, no time for perfume.
Lycaon approaches the door and before opening it, he breathes in and out, clearing his mind to enter his work mode. For now, those unruly thoughts need to be pushed aside.
„Greetings Master Proxy,“ the wolf greets the smaller human, bowing for them.
„Hey Lycaon. Thank you so much for letting us be here,“ Belle answers with a shaky wave.
„Please. Do come in,“ Lycaon steps aside of the door to make room for the proxy and her friend to enter.
The small human enters and behind her, a big intelligent construct that’s even taller than himself. The duo stand there until Lycaon closes the door.
„So, this is Banyue. He is an intelligent construct from ancient times. Nowadays he teaches martial arts at his own school and works with Krampus,“ the young human introduces the two to one another.
The wolf gets a good first look at the construct. It resembles a mix of a lion and a bulky man, a thiren as a machine if you will. The machine didn’t wear any clothing except for an orange jacket tied around his waist. Not that the Construct had to cover anything. The robot is covered in dirt, scratches and even some ether crystals. Taking the whole view in like a painting, Lycaon can’t help but think that the robot looks attractive, even when he looks unclean.
„A pleasure to meet you Sir Banyue,“ the wolf again bows diligently.
„The pleasure is mine Mister Von Lycaon,“ the machine hold his hand on his chest and speaks in a happy tone.
„Now. What happened that you needed my help so urgently?“ Lycaon asks, tilting his head a little.
„Well…I asked Banyue to help us with a hollow commission. It was much harder than we thought and you see the end result with how dirty Banyue looks,“ Belle explains, avoiding the wolfs eyes, „I asked to borrow him for an easy commission from Krampus but now…I can’t bring him back like that. They would kill me if I did.“
The wolfs face takes on a concerned look and even throws a stern look towards Banyue.
„T-They would definitely not do that. Especially not to you Proxy,“ Banyue chiming in to ease the tension in the air a little.
„Not with how you look but when they find out what we actually did,“ Belle starting to admit their „crime“.
Lycaon ears perk up and he looks at the proxy as if he were asking: „What did you do?“
The proxy adverts Lycaons gaze, „I may or may not have explored a hollow that is under TOPS territory…“
There is a silence hanging in the room. But Lycaons judging gaze is loud and clear.
„Listen Lycaon! It was a mutual benefit for me and Banyue. He got to explore the hollow better and I got a bit more Intel that will help me out later on,“ the human explains with a frantic tone.
„It’s true Mister Von Lycaon. It was a mutual benefit. But now we humbly ask for your help. And please, if anything happens I will take the full blame,“ the construct explains like a parent pitching in for their child.
Lycaon thinks this all over for a second. Helping the proxy would be something he would do without question. But the situation could prove a risk for him and everyone else at Victoria Housekeeping if he gets found out. But Banyue swore to take the blame if anything happens and besides looking trusting, he also looks nice. Lycaon wouldn’t mind working on him to polish him a little.
„Okay then. I will help and do my best to clean your friend. See it as training for my skills at construct cleaning,“ Lycaon explains much to the delight to the both of them.
„THANK YOU SO MUCH LYCAON!“ Belle practically screams.
„Yes. Thank you for your help Mister Von Lycaon,“ Banyue nods.
„Just call me Mister or Sir Lycaon please,“ the wolf doesn’t wish to be called so formally from the machine.
Banyue nods and writes it down mentally.
„Alright. I will have to get back to Random Play in case Krampus asks me to find Banyue. I will buy you as much time as you need Lycaon,“ the human plans, typing in her phone to text her sibling.
„Alright. Goodbye Master Proxy. I’ll contact you once I am done,“ Lycaon bows and bids them farewell.
The wolf turns to the thiren construct, his eye lingering on him for a moment.
„Please follow me Sir Banyue,“ the wolf inviting Banyue to follow him.
„Alright,“ is all the construct responds and follows the wolf.
The two use Lycaons private chambers for the cleaning, to the wolf it is the most convenient room since all the essentials are near. The wolf pbserves all the work that needs to be done on the construct. First remove the dirt, then work on the crystals and lastly polish out any light scratches. Lycaon begins by using a wet towel to clean off any dirt. He has Banyue take off his jacket to be able to work best on the construct.
Lycaon expected the constructs metal body to be cold but it is quite alright in temperature. Not too cold nor too warm.
While cleaning he gets more of a look and feel on Banyue. The body that is very well shaped, like a true martial art master. Even though it’s a constructs body, it is enchanting to the wolf, especially when he cleans the softer calves and the strong chest. Lycaon notices his heat getting the better of him.
The wolfs takes a deep breath again to not let his urges take over his mind. It would be unbecoming, especially in-front of a client.
The next step is removing all of the ether crystals. Outside of a hollow they are thankfully quite harmless and easily plucked off, either with a hand or a simple tool. As the wolf plucks the last one, Banyue lets out a noise that almost sounded like a moan. That noise almost broke the wolfs strong barrier and he can feel it in his groin. Looking down, the wolf sees his bulge grew a bit. Again, a deep breath to block it out.
„I just have to finish this quick. Then I can take care of myself. Just hold out a little longer,“ the wolf thinks to himself, bargaining with his own heat
For the last part are any of the fresh scratches. Thankfully they are minor and here is where Lycaons experience with his own prosthetic legs comes in handy. He takes some olive oil, pours a bit on a damp and carefully massages it into the scratches. This lets most of the scratches disappear or be nearly gone. The only ones remaining are the deep ones that look aged.
„That should be all,“ the wolf says as he cleans his hands off.
„Thank you Sir Lycaon,“ Banyue responds, getting up to flex and stretch a bit.
Just as he stretches there is a silent crack, so silent only Lycaon could hear it, the wolfs ear flicking to Banyues direction like a sonar receiving a dangerous signal.
„One moment Sir Banyue. Please sit down again. I just heard an unpleasant noise,“ the wolf orders the construct who sits down slowly again.
Lycaon inspects the back of the Construct, tapping, knocking and pushing around to see if he can replicate that noise. At the lower part of the shoulder pad he can hear a slight cracking again. He takes a look under it and can see a small ether crystal formed there. The wolf easily reaches in but the crystal seems to be connected to something. Lycaon uses a bit more force and rips it out.
The wolf inspects the crystal but thankfully, no parts are attached on the crystal. The wolf smiles in satisfaction.
„There. That should have been the source. Now how do you feel Sir Banyue?“ the wolf asks in a comforting tone as he holds Banyues shoulder.
The wolf doesn’t get any response from the construct. Instead he hears a bit of a weird sound from Banyue. It almost sounds like his „breathing“ becomes shorter.
„Is everything alright Sir Banyue?“ the wolf asks in a worried tone.
He notices that his hands feels warmer, the source coming from the construct. Banyue is heating up for some reason.
„Sir Banyue?“ Lycaon sounds much more worried now. Did he break the construct accidentally?
„Mister Lycaon…what is happening?“ the constructs breathes get shorter and more erratic.
„I don’t know. All I did was remove and Ether crystal that was lodged in your back. Specifically in the lower back pedal,“ the wolf thiren explains to the construct.
„I feel warm, my breathing module goes erratic and I can feel…something growing,“ the construct explains.
Lycaon thinks of those symptoms and feels a deja vu. Those are his symptoms almost one to one when going through heat.
„Please…remove the lower panel. It feels unbearable,“ the construct almost begs, small smoke clouds coming out of his mouth.
The wolf thiren blushes and is first unsure on what Banyue wanted from him. That is until the construct points to his groin. The thirens heart almost stops as it bumps all available blood into his face, his fur almost seeming pink from it. His minds barrier breaks more, cracks growing and letting those thoughts through. Yet, the thiren stays rational. There probably just is an exhaust vent down there. Nothing else.
The wolf reluctantly obliges and gets in-front of the construct, on his knees specifically for better access. This position alone gives Lycaons mind more ammo, his heat getting unbearably strong. The thoughts even stronger when he notices that the plate is stretching. The thiren unscrews the plates screws and takes it off, his eye widens what he sees underneath.
There is a slit that looks bulging, something inside wanting to get out. Under it a skin like bag that rapidly fills up with fluid. The thiren is stunned and can’t move, his mind processing what he actually is seeing and attempting to fight his carnal thoughts.
The construct breathes heavily, his lower region feeling warm. His slit is pushed open as that beast that was hiding in its cave is allowed to come out. It’s a human like penis with black skin and gold markings, almost like rings around the shaft, the head in a light pink.
„Ah! Thank you Lycaon. *Huff* ,“ the construct waits for an answer but doesn’t get any.
„Mister Lycaon?“ Banyue finally looks down and is a bit shocked by Lycaons expression.
The wolf thiren has is mouth wide open, eye shot up like he has seen a ghost. His cheeks and ears flushed in pink. The body completely frozen up and the hair on his neck standing up wildly.
The dam the wolf in his head finally broke, his carnal desires flooding his brain with all the things his heat tells him to do. But even now, the strong restrains remain and he still keeps, somewhat, of a composure. Even if his body acts on his own, his pants stretching so much they could rip off any second.
„Lycaon? Are you okay?“ Banyue asks once more, his own constructhood twitching.
The thiren looks in awe before clearing his throat, concentrating to speak normal sentences.
„I- I am fine,“ Lycaon barely gets out, needing to regulate his breathing.
„Do you know what exactly is happening to me?“ Banyue asks with a bit of a sincere tone.
„You are….going through something what is called,“ the thiren hesitates, „heat.“
„Heat?“ The construct tilts his head.
„It’s a time of the year where an organisms…desires are at their highest. Their desire to reproduce,“ Lycaon fights the urge to speak bluntly, wanting to upkeep his pristine look.
„But- I’m an intelligent construct. I don’t need to reproduce?“ the big construct sounds very shocked and at the same time confused.
„It must be a modification done by your creator. For whatever reason, you have this…feature and I seemed to have activated it,“ the wolf calmly explains, yet there is a shake in his voice.
„Okay,“ the construct rubs the side of his neck, „And how does this heat end or go away?“
„Usually…it subsides on his own within a few days,“ the wolf is interrupted mid sentence.
„DAYS?“ the construct yells out, „I can’t walk around like this for days!“
The construct before the thiren is much older than him and yet, sounds like a toddler. Even if it’s just for this fleeting moment.
„The other way for it to subside is to…,“ Lycaon has to concentrate as hard as he can to speak formally, „release otherwise known as…orgasm. For some organisms its only once for others…,“ Lycaon looks away from Banyue, „Multiple times.“
„How exactly does that work?“ Banyue asks innocently.
The wolf thiren has an idea that makes him grin like a hunter about to eat his prey, but immediately he holds his hand in-front of his mouth and dismisses this idea. He blames the heat for wanting to even think of engaging in this act with Banyue.
„By having intercourse with another or using toys to help oneself,“ the wolf explains, his thirenhood twitching in his pants when he mentioned intercourse.
The wolf stands up and as he does he grunts, almost falling right back where he just was. The clothes rubbing against his erection sending a strong wave of pleasure throughout him, the heat raising his sensitivity.
The Construct looks at Lycaon who seems just as disshelved like himself. And judging by the outward standing bulge in the thirens pants, he too would need to release.
„Then why shouldn’t we do it together?“ Lycaon almost chokes from this question he just heard from the construct.
„WHAT?!“ The wolf thiren practically screaming.
„It would help us both. It only seems logical to do it doesn’t it?“ The construct asks.
„Do you even know what intercourse means?“ the wolf asks in turn.
„I assume we use these…rods to do it right?“ Banyue touches his own and he lets out a robotic moan in response.
„That’s right. We use our…big, hard, throbbing rods by,“ the wolf coughs. He can’t believe what he just said, but can’t leave the construct hanging, „stimulating it and experiencing sexual pleasure. Like thrusting it into someone, using our mouth to satisfy one another or even just our hands would suffice.“
With each moment of this…situation…it gets harder and harder for Lycaon to keep his composure. To not just pounce on Banyue and satisfy their urges together. The rod of the construct inviting him like a tasty lure.
„OH!“ the construct widens his eyes, „so that is what those techniques are for?“
The wolf just tilts his head in response.
„My apologys. In my databank I found these techniques and wondered what they are for. Hearing they are for doing…this…I am sorry for even suggesting THAT just now,“ the constructs cheeks light up in pink.
„But…we both need and want it don’t we?“ The wolf takes on a serious tone, his inner self losing the battle to keep his formal persona.
„I guess so but…uhm…,“ the construct is suddenly at a lose for words.
„It’s fine with me if you want it too. I could have used a release like this for a while now,“ the wolf admits, finally getting easier to speak about this the more he lets the heat help him.
„I…suppose. I wouldn’t be against the idea. Then how should we start,“ the construct scratching his head.
The wolf grins again, „I know just how,“ Lycaon unbuttons his vest and almost rips his top attire into pieces trying to get it off, „please excuse my behavior. But this attire was getting unbearable.“
The construct just admires the wolf, something in his circuits finding what he did attractive. Seeing his well built chest and defined abs does something for Banyue.
The wolf falls back down on his knees right infront of the constructs big member, in his mind where he belongs.
The wolf first takes a few sniffs, his mind hoping to be hit by a musky smell. Sadly no such luck for him. The construct smells just of metal and nothing else. Still, the big rod that is right before his face is more than enough to edge him on.
Lycaon takes the base of Banyues shaft into his hand, his gentlemanly persona still keeping him from going wild on the rod. But when he hears the construct make a noise that resembles a moan again, he throws this persona away for now and licks the upper part of the shaft to the tip. Lycaon wags his tail from that noise and continues to lick on the rod.
The taste is comparable from licking a silicone toy. It doesn’t have a real taste to it. Maybe it’s the heat in Lycaon but for some reason it still tastes good to him. With every lick he drags his tongue further and lowers his head until he is at the base of the shaft.
He kisses the base and moves downwards again to the sack to fondle it. It feels like two sets of water balloons filled with water, just a bit heavier. That alone gives the wolf more sexual thoughts and a clear desire. He needs to taste and feel what is hidden in there.
Lycaon drags his tongue under the sack and licks upwards to let the sack fall, the construct letting out moans in response.
The wolf goes back to drag his tongue all over the big silicone rod, preparing it for later. He licks and kisses the rod all over and sucks on the sides of it. Slowly but surely his heat takes over and turns him into a sex crazed animal.
„This feels really good Sir Lycaon,“ the construct speaking through his moaning.
In response, Lycaon chuckles and wags his tail like a dog being praised. But his tail isn’t the only thing that wags, the wolfhood throbbing through his pants and forming a wet spot.
„I will make it feel even better,“ the wolf drags his tongue one last time to the tip and then deepthroats Banyue completely, the rod pulsating just behind his heart.
The construct lets out a noise that resembles a gasp of air this time. The wolf grunts around the silicone rod and wags his tail at that sound from the big machine he services. Seems like Banyue also has modules to imitate sounds of pleasure and Lycaon wants to hear all of them.
Lycaon slowly pulls the constructs cock out of his throat, keeping the tip in his mouth. The wolf licks the tip teasingly and the construct grunts at every one of them. Seeing and hearing this big machine like this pleases Lycaon greatly. It satisfys him and his heat. He wants more. He NEEDS more. As such he deepthroats Banyue again and this time finds a rhythm to bop his head up and down the rod.
The wolfs erection that is trapped inside his fabric prison can’t hold out anymore. Just the clothes alone almost make him bust. Lycaon opens his belt while bopping his head and rips the pants off, not caring if they get damaged. Finally, his cock can breathe and let loose, and it does by shooting pre cum against the bed side.
Banyue can’t describe this feeling to himself. It feels incredibly good, the wolf working him amazingly. The machine can feel that he gets warmer and there is this…urge. An urge to let something out. Everytime he gets deepthroated he gets closer and closer to that irresistible feeling.
„Mister Lycaon…I NGH! I feel something building up. Like I want to Ah! let it all out,“ the construct announces during his moaning.
Lycaon grins and increases his pace, massaging the sack like you would with an actual person. Banyue only moaning loudly under his care.
„Lycaon! I can’t hold it much longer,“ the construct is nearing his orgasm. His body getting warmer and his hips thrusting into the wolfs mouth.
„Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want it! Please!“ Lycaon thinks to himself working fast around the rod.
„I can’t resist! It will come out! Please get off! I don’t know how safe it is for you,“ the construct begs the wolf but he doesn't obey. Instead he goes as fast as possible.
It’s no use. The wolf doesn’t listen to the machine. Somehow, this entices Banyue and with it the feeling to release happens. He can’t deny it any longer, his sensors making it happen.
„It’s coming! Get ready!“ With that sentence, Lycaon deepthroats him and stays there until he feels the rod pulsating and grins to himself.
Lycaon squeezes the sack and he can feel how it shrinks, the wolf finally getting his reward. The constructs cock shoots out a fluid directly down the wolfs throat, filling his stomach. The fluid is warm and its abundant, exactly how Lycaon envisioned it. This fluid satiates his hunger a bit and he happily wags his tail much wilder.
The feeling of having his first orgasm in a while is a lot for Banyue. It’s like he finished training 100 times at the same time, his sensors almost overheating from the simulation on how it feels.
After a minute the rod stops throbbing, much to the wolfs dismay as he gets off it and breathes. But the load he got already makes him feel full, and yet not full enough.
Lycaon pulls his head off the rod, licking his lips.
„What a satisfying meal,“ the wolfs breathe getting short.
„It…huff felt very Ngh good Mister Lycaon,“ the breathing module of Banyue barely lets him speak.
Lycaon takes a good look at the construct. The construct looks very satisfied, laying back on the bed and the arms lousily on the cover. But the wolf spots the still hard rod and if his eye could change shape, the iris would be a heart.
„You enjoyed it a lot it seems,“ the wolf says already standing up.
„Very huff much,“ the construct curling up to look at Lycaon.
„But it seems you still aren’t satisfied,“ a seductive tone creeps into the wolfs voice.
„Huh?“ Banyue looks at his groin, the silicone dildo twitching in agreement.
„Then how about we continue? After all,“ the wolf gets on the bed, positioning his hole right over the constructs cock, „I haven’t released yet.“
The wolf slowly pushes down on the big tool, the anal ring permitting entry easily.
„W-Wait! Shouldn’t we prepare you first?“ the construct asks with concern.
„Don’t worry hot stuff. I noticed that during my heat,“ the wolf grunts as the big tool pushes his walls apart, „I permit entry much easier.“
The wolf pushes down completely and engulfing the constructs length entirely. Surprisingly, the wolf is able to take it all, his hole seemingly lubed up already.
The two don’t move for a moment. Lycaon grits his teeth. Sure, he can take it all in one go. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need some time to adjust to the monstrous length. But one thing is already clear in his head, overtaken by heat, this big rod is exactly what he needed inside him. He can’t wait to ride it to his hearts desire and get filled up even more.
The construct under him grunts from the sudden surge of pleasure his sensors pick up. He is astonished by how easily the wolf engulfed the entire thing, noticing a light bulge on the stomach. He hopes the wolf won’t hurt himself but at the same time, there is a desire in the back of his mind. The desire to grab Lycaon and use him to his hearts desire.
„I shall move now,“ the wolf shakily says as he gets up and starts to piston himself on the construct, a slow rhythm to fully get used to it.
The constructs cock drives it’s way through the wolfs innards, pushing past the inner ring but most importantly, the wolfs prostate. During his heat, Lycaons prostate swole bigger. The big bundle of nerves sending surges of pleasure throughout the wolfs body, each one sending a moan out of him. The rod feels warm, the warmth increasing the pleasure and comfort.
„You feel amazing Mister Lycaon,“ the construct imitates grunts and moans as he feels the simulation of pleasure coursing throughout his mechanical body. The sounds of pleasure from the thiren on him increasing that desire to use Lycaon however he pleases.
„Please Banyue,“ the next words are not many would hear, but his heat is the perfect catalyst to overcome his boundary. „Call me puppy or good boy. I beg you,“ just saying these words in a shy tone himself, his tail swooshes from side to side.
The construct can’t believe what he just heard. But he doesn’t want to leave the wolf that helps him so much empty handed.
„Oh! Uh…you’re doing good puppy?“ Banyue needs to judge if he says it right first. But also he isn’t as sure how to properly say it. But judging from the „propeller“ it is adequate for the wolf thiren.
The thiren feels his release growing near. His inflated prostate more vulnerable to each thrust, the sounds of the construct weakening his restraints and smell of lust filling his nostrils to fill his brain with only one desire. Cumming.
„Banyue Ngh! I will cum,“ the wolf announces and with a deep howl coats the metallic chest that he cleaned just a moment ago.
Each rope of cum feels like he heaven itself, the content abundant and quite thick. As nice as the process felt, the goal is even better to the wolf. And the construct can’t complain from how the thirens walls clench down on him, almost milking the big rod inside him.
„Feeling better puppy?“ a seductive sentence, but the sincere tone of Banyue made it sound too genuine.
„Yes,“ the wolf pants and looks at the painting he created. The white streaks matching the constructs silver chest. Just how can a machine look so good.
„More,“ the wolf mutters, entering his horny haze again.
The wolf gets up and gets on all fours, presenting his entry to the machine and waving his tail to invite him.
„Wish to continue huh? Alright. I’ll try one of my techniques then,“ Banyue responds and positions himself right behind Lycaon.
The machine enters the thiren just as easily as before, even easier this time. Banyue starts with slow thrusts, just like Lycaon showed him. Yet, the wolf pushed his hips back to fasten the pace.
„Please Banyue. Faster,“ the wolf begs and lets out a moan as Banyue pushes faster into him.
The rod glides over his joy button and like a fast heartbeat, fills his body with lust and pleasure. The wolf cannot contain his moans and sings his song to the machine.
„You can take me very well puppy. Good boy,“ the construct praises Lycaon, but gets a face full of the wolfs tail from the wagging.
These names are great to hear, but the tone the machine uses isn’t right. It needs to be more serious, more wanting, more dominant.
„Banyue Ngh! please be more dominant,“ the wolf orders the machine.
„More dominant?“ the machine asks in a confused tone, halting his thrusting.
„Yes. Like I am your servant. Like you use me just for this,“ the wolf speaks out things that he dreams about, in his normal state something no one would get out of him. But right now he didn’t care, his heat was restraint for so long. Now it needs to be satisfies to it’s fullest.
„I can try,“ the machine holds Lycaons hips, „say „Quit it Banyue“ if you want me to stop,“ the machine tells the thiren.
„Do it already!“ Lycaon almost yells, tired of Banyues careful nature.
„Alright,“ the construct responds, voice module changing to be deeper and more serious.
Lycaon now wonders if maybe went too far, if he gets more than he bargained for.
The machine thrusts hard into the wolf, a loud moan pushed outside from Lycaon. For a fleeting moment Banyue stayed like this, deep inside Lycaon. Just enough time to breathe in before he used like a fucktoy.
The penetration is deep, fast and hard. Lycaons own erect wolfhood swinging between his legs dropping pre like a faucet.
„How does it feel puppy?“ the once sincere tone was no more, replaced by a sly in its place.
„Amazing. Please more,“ the wolf pushing his hips back himself to get all of Banyue inside him.
„Ah ah. Puppys don’t speak do they?“ the constructs concluded that this would be appropriate to say and waits for Lycaons response before thrusting again.
Lycaons mind weighs the options. Either humiliate himself and fulfill his sexual desires, or keep even a shred of the proper image and pride he still has. Ultimately, he chooses the one to satisfy his heat.
Through his moans the wolf lets out a silent, „…woof.“
„Huh? Louder puppy,“ the construct thrusts hard into the wolf.
„*AH!* woof. Bark bark woof,“ Lycaon almost screams out, pleasure clearly in his voice.
„Good boy,“ these words activating Lycaons tail like a switch to swoosh and betray him.
Lycaon whimpers. The last shred of pristine he had left is gone, mind overtaken to play along and get the pleasure he oh so sought after. Whatever it is he activated inside the machine, to compel it to destroy his fun button, he could take it and hoped for more.
„Do you want me to fill you up completely?“ Banyue near the wolfs ear to whisper sweet words like the devil on his shoulder. And the wolf will listen to them carefully.
„whimper woof woof,“ Lycaon nods his head to show what he wanted.
„Alright puppy. Take it like a good boy,“ Banyue holds Lycaons hips tight and starts going into him like a fucktoy.
The rod starts to warm up again, the sensors in Banyue signaling the climax approaching. The wolf eagerly awaits another load, not only Banyues but also his own. He wishes he could hold his own cock, stroke and cares it. But the strength of Banyue makes it impossible to balance on one hand.
Just then he feels something around his cock, a warm hand. He looks down and sees Banyue pumping his wolfhood, coating the hand with pre in turn. The wolf whines from the being pleasured on both ends and just when he thought it couldn’t get better, Banyue pulls his tail and uses it like a handlebar to thrust deeper into him.
The room fills with a lustful song, the wolf adding his moans, whimpers and whines. The construct contrasting them with powerful plaps and grunts of his own. The speed of the song fastens, the pace of becoming irregular. The peak of their performance is fast approaching, for the wolf at least.
„I- woof,“ Lycaon almost slipped out of his puppy role but recovers just in time. With a last howl he announces his orgasm and then it happens. The white fluid marching ist way to paint the bed and Banyues hand, the pleasure overwhelming as the wolf can barely make any sounds and his walls milking the warm rod of the construct to help his orgasm.
„Good boy,“ the construct lets off Lycaons twitching wolfhood and holds it infront of the wolfs snout. The wolf diligently cleans it off with his tongue, licking off the salty paint he used for his art.
When he finishes he feels the rod inside him pulsating just like when it was inside his throat. He knew what is coming and pushes his hips one last time against the construct to not let him pull out even he wanted to.
The rod twitches and then fills up the wolf insides with the white fluid, each shot feeling warm and filling. The machine cums for a solid minute before stopping, the wolfs belly bulging slightly when he is finished. When the construct pulls out, Lycaon musters up all his strength to keep his backdoor closed and reach for an anal plug in his nightstand to insert and keep everything inside him.
„Sorry if I was too rough. I hope you enjoyed it,“ the construct panting through his words.
„It was Hah absolutely perfect,“ Lycaon lays on his stomach. From all the rough handling, it is nearly impossible for him to move.
„We should take a quick break. We shouldn’t overexert ourselves,“ the construct looks at Lycaon, „well…moreso in your case.“
The wolf lays on the bed completely dazed, legs almost unusable from the treatment he just received.
It’s about an hour of the two taking a breather. Even in their heat, their bodys have their limits, especially Lycaon. Banyue lays back on the bed Lycaon lays on him like in a spooning position. The machine has his hands on Lycaons belly, gently feeling the bulge as he glides over it. Sharing their warmth and relaxing together, the two enjoy their silent moment together. While their cuddling is enjoyable, their cocks spring to life again.Their handling of eachother goes from slow and gentle movements to fast and aggressive assaults on one another.
„Ready for more rounds ?“ the wolf asks panting, grinding against the machine.
„Of course. But there is a slight issue,“ the machine points to sack. Lycaons curiously examines it. Empty and just a flap of fake skin now. The wolfs face grows sad.
„Already empty? Can we replenish it?“ Lycaon asks, squeezing the sack.
„There is a method,“ the construct turns around and gets om his knees, presenting his hole to the eager wolf.
„Through here,“ Banyue spreads his cheeks, „you can fill me up with any liquid you like me to use as „cum“. At least that is what my databank says. Let’s see if it holds up.“
The wolf looks at the inviting pink hole, mulling over his options. That his until he looks down on himself, his own wolfhood twitching for Lycaon as a signal. Naturally the wolf understands his own bodys idea and grins.
Lycaon positions himself right behind Banyue and presses his cocks head against the entry, the feeling alone making him moan. The construct chuckles.
„That’s your idea huh? Very well. Go at it to your hearts content pup,“ Banyue laughing as he hears the wolfs tail wagging.
Lycaon plunges his full length inside the construct, nearly howling from the sensation. The insides feel warm and squishy, like a warmed up fucktoy. Intrusion is easy as if the hole is lubed up from itself. But for some reason Lycaon doesn’t hear the construct making any noises.
„Does this,“ the wolf adorns a sly tone, „feel good Sir Banyue?“ he pushes deep inside the silicone hole hoping to hear a submissive moan from the construct. Sadly, no such luck.
„It feels alright. There are no sensors installed for me to feel pleasure from there. Would be a bit awkward if I did with the checkups,“ the construct explains.
The wolf tilts his head and imagines how a mechanic reaches inside Banyues hole for a checkup. Heat already changing it for Banyue to moan from it like he himself did before. That image makes his dick shoot a small bit of pre inside.
„It’s okay puppy. Go at it to your hearts content and fill me up,“ like a signal the wolf starts thrusting into the construct.
The hand earlier already felt incredible, but this hole is on another level. It feels just like the real deal, squishy, warm and erotic. Lycaons cock sending bigger waves of pleasure throughout his body thanks to the increased sensitivity.
„Does it feel good?“ Banyue asks.
„Incredible pant,“ the wolf simply responds as he pumps into the gigantic fucktoy.
Lycaons pace is already fast. Usually he would start slowly, but since Banyue doesn’t need preparation, he can go at it like a wild animal. With each thrust he not only feels his heavy sack crush against the construct, he also feels the load of Banyue sloshing inside him. So many sensations at once that lowered his buildup resistance towards his orgasm. The buttplug he carrys massaging the mush that is his prostate. He surely won’t last long.
„That’s it. Good boy. Come on, fill me up,“ the construct utters these words as he feels Lycaons pace reaching new levels.
The constructs words edge on Lycaon even more to fill him up, he couldn’t possibly deny such a request. He wants to make the machine proud, as his panting and breathing get uncontrollably erratic. He is almost there, just a few more pushes before he howls and releases his wolf load inside. Not as abundant as Banyues, but still a lot, lasting for nearly a minute.
Lycaon pulls out, his cock still erect and covered in his sperm. He wants to check how much his load was. The sack of Banyue looks still quite empty, only halfway full of what it was after his first climax.
„That won’t do,“ the wolf says as he mounts Banyue again to try and pump more of his pups inside him.
„Quite eager. Well go ahead,“ the construct says as he feels Lycaon thrust into him again.
Lycaon moans and even whimpers more this time, his cock even more sensitive than before from releasing. The cum that coats his dick making for good lube.
The wolf already envisions how Banyue will fill him up with his own cum. That thought alone filling his body with the objective to release again, the wolfs sack brimming with more cum.
„You’re doing amazing Lycaon. Good boy,“ the construct chuckles, hoping to make the wolf climax sooner with those words.
They proved fruitful as he hears Lycaon pant and moan loudly, the lustful sounds warning him of the imminent climax. The strength of the wolfs thrusts are astonishing to Banyue, each of them pushing him. Maybe he should spar with Lycaon after all this.
It doesn’t take long before Lycaon cums inside Banyue again, howling while doing so. Now the sack of the construct is filled just like before he fucked his load into Lycaon. Even though Lycaon has climaxed a lot today, he still felt one last one in him.
„One last round?“ the wolf asks, clearly growing exhausted.
„Of course. Lie down for me puppy,“ the construct orders him.
Lycaon obliges and presents his hole, still plugged so nothing spills. The robot removes it and plugs him with something nice and big.
„This should finally satisfy our heat,“ the construct says in a seductive tone.
„Yes. I think so,“ the wolf stammers, the face of Banyue close to his own.
For a moment the two just stare at eachother, an awkward pause if you will. It may be that both want to seal themselves in a kiss, but are unsure on how to do it. Instead Lycaon nuzzles his nose against Banyues. As fleeting as this romantic moment is, it’s swiftly replaced by one of lust again.
Banyue begins his thrusting once more, the break they had helping the wolfs prostate to recover from the assault. The wolf still feels tight, though clearly looser than before.
„You still feel so amazing,“ the construct thrusting in a gentle rhythm as the wolf moans each time, „I’m sure I won’t last long.“
„Good. Neither will I,“ the wolf panting.
Their last round starts with light thrusts, the wolf whimpering already. Not fast but with some force behind them. The big rod brushing over the wolfs prostate, sending pleasure all over his body again. This time though, Banyue already pumps the wolfs dick.
„You take me so well. Such a good boy,“ Banyue suddenly says in a seductive tone.
„Th-Thank you Banyue,“ the wolfs tail wagging again.
The light thrusts turn into mighty plunges, Banyues cock searching deep inside the wolfs caves. At the same time the pace of Banyues handjob increases in pace too, the machine longing for his fucktoys release.
„That’s it. Good boy,“ the construct let’s these words blurt out. By now it came very natural to him and Lycaon clearly enjoyed it.
„Yes fuck,“ not a usual word Lycaon says, normally refraining from profanity.
Lycaons prostate is demolished again, the feeling of pleasure all over his body. His dick also getting throughoughly pleased by the machines metal, yet warm, hand. The heat inside him springing to life for a final time as it urges the wolfs climax on, tongue of Lycaon lulling out.
„B-Banyue Ngh! getting close,“ the wolf looks down on himself.
„Then open your mouth puppy,“ the construct says as he angles Lycaons wolfhood to the wolfs snout.
Lycaon understood what Banyue wants from him and doesn’t fight it, religing in it instead.
„I’m cumming!“ the wolf announces getting ready to howl again.
The construct thrust deep inside the wolf, one hand pumping Lycaons cock and the other holding Lycaons head. A few moments later the wolf climaxes and shoots his own cum directly into his mouth. The load isn’t as much as the prior ones but still sizable. Expected after so many orgasms.
After 10 ropes the wolf stops and licks off any excess jizz from his snout. Banyue lets go and for the first time since this session started, Lycaons dick goes limb. Seems his heat is finally satisfied. But Banyues isn’t
Lycaon looks up and Banyue dangles his rod over the wolfs snout. The construct grins as Lycaon opens his mouth and permits entry.
„Good pup,“ Banyue praises him before plunging his rod inside Lycaons throat.
It only takes a few thrusts before Banyue climaxes, the wolfs prior loads finding their home in his body again. Lycaon simply closes his eyes as it happens, feeling the warm rod throbbing inside his throat and the load filling his stomach once more. The bulge of his belly is more noticeable now.
The Construct pulls out after he finishes and his sensors cool down, the mighty rod retreating back into its cave.
The room grows silent as the two lay together, energy spent and exhausted. It was a wild day for both but also very exciting.
„Heat gone?“ Lycaon asks, his usual gentlemanly tone returning.
„Yes. I feel normal again. And for you?“ the construct asks, gliding his hand over Lycaon.
The wolf thinks for a moment. Thoughts can finally be formed about other topics than sex. His neck hair stays down now. His body still feels sensitive but not as much as from the heat. Finally his dick stays limb for now. His cycle finally ended.
„My heat is gone too. Thank you Banyue,“ the wolf responds, eye halfway closed.
„Great! I hope that if we need it again we can do it again,“ the construct speaking with a more broken voice.
„Me too. But for now, we should rest,“ the wolf says as the construct beside him lets out a long sigh, at least it sounded like one.
„Agreed. Thank you for everything Lycaon,“ the construct responds.
„It was my pleasure,“ the wolf doesn’t lie here. He glides his hand over his stomach, feeling the bulge. They did a lot and especially things Lycaon wouldn’t want to be told to anyone. The more he thinks about it, the more his own mind starts to panic.
He lets out a sigh. It’s no use to worry about that now. It happened and it felt damn good. It’s time to rest now and think about other things.
While Lycaon always hated his heat and found it to be nuisance, this time it was one of the best moments of his life. Never did he feel so satisfied and fulfilled at the same time. His own exhaustion overcomes him as he drifts off to a small slumber, listening to the machines noises beside him as a lovely ambiance.