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Prepare yourselves for another steamy installment in the world of Knot Another Elevator. This time, we follow the journey of Sarie, a 19-year-old pizza delivery girl and part-time student who is struggling with her heat. Desperate for relief, she turns to a new drug known as heat blockers, but soon discovers that it only delays her heat and comes with dangerous side effects.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hello, horny readers! Prepare yourselves for another steamy installment in the world of Knot Another Elevator. This time, we follow the journey of Sarie, a 19-year-old pizza delivery girl and part-time student who is struggling with her heat. Desperate for relief, she turns to a new drug known as heat blockers, but soon discovers that it only delays her heat and comes with dangerous side effects.

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "\n\nThe coarse cotton sheets ensnared my limbs, a cruel lover with no end to its torment. I plunged my face into the pillow, muffled screams echoing in the suffocating fabric as the relentless waves of frustration surged through me, unyielding and merciless. This years heat cycle was a hellish inferno unlike any before - amplified by the bitter sting of recent heartbreak. My mind stewed in a toxic broth of resentment as images of that prick, my so-called boyfriend, invaded my thoughts. The bastard had chosen space and his gamer-buddies over our bond, right when I craved him most.\n\nSo instead of being pounded into blissful oblivion every few hours until this hormonal tempest subsided, I was left to fend for myself with these fucking pills, - 'heat blockers' they called them. The latest and greatest pharmaceutical breaking through sense penicillin or so they claimed to be.\n\nthe little white pills where were a contradictory godsend. their purpose was to douse the wild inferno that threatened to consume all women from the ravages of heat and unplanned motherhood. Yet, despite the name they didn't block the heat merely hit the snooze button and delay it. What they didn't plaster all over their glossy ads and lay hidden in the fine print was the cost for this fleeting serenity, a cost I was paying in spades right now.\n\n\"Could've timed your midlife crisis better, you selfish prick,\" I muttered into the darkness as I shook in my bed my body convulsing with unfulfilled need.\n\nThe fleeting numbness delivered by the heat-blocker had fucked off, leaving behind mere ghostly traces of its calming caress. Now, the notorious side effects had me in its vice-like grip. Each tick of the clock made my heat symptoms roar louder, a feral beast resurfacing from the depths with a vengeance stronger than ever. Days of forced suppression were retaliating now, unleashing their pent-up wrath on my body.\n\nMy insides twisted and writhed like a nest of serpents, each one more venomous than the last. My scales itched as if a thousand ants marched across it, each step igniting sparks of unbearable need.\n\n\"Fuck,\" I muttered to myself, clenching my fists so tightly that my claws dug into the soft fluff of my pillows. \"This is some grade-A bullshit.\"\n\nMy mind felt like it was teetering on the edge of sanity, threatening to plunge into an abyss where only primal urges remained. The enhanced heat wasn't just a physical torment; it gnawed at my mental resolve too, as it attempted to reduce me to nothing more than an animal in rut.\n\nMy entire being fought against the artificial numbness imposed by the heat blockers. It went against every instinct ingrained through generations of evolution, and for what? To blend in and appear 'normal' for a few days?\n\nAn involuntary moan broke through my thoughts, raw and primal as my hand accidentally brushed against the hard nub of my clit. \"ugh,\" I spat out, jerked back to reality by the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. It was like a bolt of lightning, searing through every nerve ending and sending my sheets flying in all directions.\n\n\"Fucking hell,\" I snarled in frustration, pulling away from the sweet torture of my touch. With a lazy tumble, I slipped off the bed, my feet gently touching down on the floor. My tail flicked back and forth in annoyance as I made my way to the bathroom, nursing a faint hope that a quick shower might tame the wildfire burning within me.\n\nThe floor felt cold underfoot as I staggered towards the bathroom, my legs weak with desire. My folds, swollen and sensitive, rubbed together with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure that had me biting back moans. I stumbled, catching myself against the doorframe--a brief, embarrassing dance with gravity that left me flustered and even more aware of the throbbing between my legs.\n\n\"Get your shit together, Sarie,\" I berated myself, my tail lashing behind me in irritation.\n\nMy paw gingerly tested the shower's edge, feeling the cool porcelain against my scaled skin before I committed to stepping in. My tail twitched behind me, a sign of anticipation as I reached out and twisted the faucet.\n\nWith a deep breath, I stepped into the shower, letting out a sigh as I felt the initial shock of cold water against my scales. It was only momentary though; soon enough, the chilly droplets turned into rivulets of scorching heat that cascaded down my body.\n\nThe steam began to rise around me like an ethereal curtain, wrapping itself around my form and tracing over every crevice and curve of my body. The hot water followed suit, flowing over the hills and valleys of my breasts before trailing downwards towards my mound.\n\nBehind me, my tail moved rhythmically in sync with the pulsations that consumed me from within. It swayed lazily like a serpent under a charmer's flute.\n\n\"Fuck,\" I gasped, a wildfire of carnal need raging through my veins, clawing at my insides with an intensity that demanded to be quenched. My paw shot out, trembling with raw desire as I flung open the bathroom cabinet, the sanctuary where my salvation lay in wait. With practiced haste and a hunger bordering on frenzy, I gripped the familiar form of my favored fucktoy. It's weight and unspoken promise filled my paw, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. A quick rinse under the pounding water jets prepped it--a lighthouse amidst this tempest of lust.\n\nThe dragon cock was a sight to behold--monstrous in its dimensions with a pointed tip and hefty base. Its once rough texture had mellowed over countless sessions of vigorous use; however, it maintained its impressive length and girth primed for duty. The only fallout was a fleeting soreness that would haunt my well-fucked hole post-ride but in this cyclone of desire, it felt like an inconsequential toll to pay.\n\nA gasp tore from my throat as I aligned the suction cup of the toy against the slick tiles. With a firm press, it clung with a satisfying smack, standing proud and unyielding--the ideal fulcrum for the tempest brewing within me. Pivoting, my back met the cool wall and my tail arched skyward, presenting myself to the rigid silicone.\n\nA desperate gasp escaped my throat, shattering the silence as I drove myself back onto it. The sensation of its fullness penetrated me, stretching and filling my needy cunt. Ragged moans clawed their way out from deep within me, punctuating each thrust backward and reverberating off the tiled walls. My eyelids fluttered closed as let the fantasy of being taken by a dragon overtake my mind.\n\nI could practically feel the rough texture of his scales scraping against my back, each ridge sending jolts of pleasure through my quivering body. My mind was so deeply entrenched in this erotic fantasy that I thirsted for nothing more than a taste of his draconic cum hot and thick on my tongue or seeping into every crevice of my throbbing cunt.\n\nI envisioned his sharp claws sinking into my hips, holding me in place as he took what was rightfully his during this intense and instinctual mating ritual. The thought alone sent shivers of anticipation through my body; I was completely at his mercy, consumed by desire and the power of his presence.\n\nMy body undulated with an instinctual craving, my breath coming in ragged gasps that echoed through the room like a carnal symphony. With fervor and desperation, I impaled myself on the faux dragon cock, its monstrous girth filling me to the brim. My mind was lost in the twisted reality, painting lurid images of a beastly lover.\n\nSo engrossed was I in the throes of my pleasure that I failed to register the treacherous footing beneath me until it was too late. The culprit, a slick bar of soap, must have slipped from its perch during my fervor and now lay innocently on the shower floor. Its existence only became apparent as my paws skidded across its slick surface, sending me into a heart-stopping tumble.\n\nSuddenly, I found myself airborne; both feet flung up towards the steamy ceiling before gravity claimed me once more, depositing me unceremoniously onto my back. My gaze shifted upward just in time to catch sight of my beloved dragon cock- a foot-long appendage now grotesquely contorted at a right angle.\n\n\"Shit,\" I gasped out, the impending crest of ecstasy abruptly replaced by an odd cocktail of lingering arousal and acute pain shooting through my head. without thinking I reached up to touch my horns and ran my fingers over the surface, searching for any signs of damage. To my relief, I found none. I let out a breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.\n\n\"Ugh,\" I moaned, a piece of me yearning to roar at the heavens while another sought solace in the softness of a pillow. Then, I felt it--the profound weariness that seeped into my bones, marking the end of today's heat blockers' side effects. Groaning with exhaustion, I hauled myself from the shower, hastily patting my scales dry before abandoning my now wracked bathroom. There was a trail of water and damp towels in my wake, but I was too spent to give a damn.\n\nAs I collapsed onto my bed, I let out a heavy groan, relieved that another day had passed and only nine more remained until I could finally get a break. \"Thank God tomorrow is my day off,\" I thought before drifting off into a state of blissful unconsciousness.\n\n~~~*~~~\n\nBuzzzzz Buzzzzz Buzzzzz!\n\nAn insistent hum stirred me from the depths of my sleep, a familiar sensation that had me momentarily convinced I'd passed out mid-fuck with one of my trusty vibrators still buzzing away. My paw clumsily groped for the phantom cock, fingers brushing against something hard and icy to the touch. A metallic dildo? No, too flat.\n\nA growl rumbled in my throat as I unearthed the real culprit from beneath my pillow. - that damn phone. My ears twitched in irritation at its relentless vibration, each pulse like a drill bit boring into my skull.\n\nWith a grip that threatened to crack the screen, I hoisted it up to my snout.\n\n\"What?\" The word tumbled out of me, raw and gruff, heavy with the remnants of dreams cut short by this digital cockblock.\n\n\"Sarie, I'm in a real goddamn mess down here,\" his voice was rough as sandpaper, each syllable laced with an undercurrent of sheer desperation. \"I've got two fuckwits who thought it'd be a grand day to call in sick and now I'm stuck in the shit without so much as a twig to steer me clear. I need you to get your tail down here pronto and cover till we close shop.\" His words held an edge of pleading beneath their coarse exterior.\n\n\"Boss I really can't today-\" I meant to speak but was cut off.\n\n\"Look, I know it's not a good time for you, but we need you. Friday is our busiest day of the week and I am short on drivers.\" Boss's voice was urgent as hey interrupted me, I moved my paw over the close call button. \"Wait Sarie! Don't hang up. I am offering you triple time.\" The desperation in his voice was palpable.\n\nPart of me still wanted to hang up and go back to bed, but that type of money would go a long way to getting my car fixed so I didn't have to keep borrowing the company moped.\n\n\"Alright, triple time plus a hundred percent in tips,\" I stated with unyielding resolve. A silence stretched out between us, thick and palpable, before I finally heard an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. \"deal, be here in two hours,\" he relented before abruptly ending the call.\n\n\"Oh, Goddamnit!\" I yelled, tossing the phone across the room where it landed with a thud against the carpet. My tail flicked in agitation, the call having yanked me from the one refuge I had sought--escape in the arms of slumber. And so, with a heavy heart and a weary body, I rose to face the day, knowing full well that today was going to be a shitshow.\n\n~~~*~~~\n\n\"I need a new job,\" I grumbled to myself, the bitter taste of my boss's words still lingering on my tongue. The mere idea of helping that literal and figurative jackass sent waves of disgust rippling through my scales. Part of me yearned to storm into Dick's Pizza, toss down the ridiculous company skirt and top in defiance, and wrench that final paycheck from his smug hooves. But reality is a heartless bitch; she hissed reminders about rent and bills into my ear, quelling my rebellious thoughts with the icy touch of responsibility. No matter how much it chafed me, this job was a necessary evil.\n\nGods, I hate having to pop these fucking pills, I moaned inside my head, eyes squeezing shut as I tried to paint a picture of that sweet triple pay. A pile of paid-off bills, a car engine purring like a well-fed kitten instead of wheezing like an asthmatic old tomcat, and a fridge packed with more than just stale-ass bread and limp lettuce. Perhaps there would even be enough money left over to buy a new dragon toy, considering that my current one was now bent at an odd angle.\n\nI'd heard stories about overusing heat blockers, about how you could get tossed into a heat so intense it'd turn even the most uptight bitch into a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. But today... Today I was desperate for those fleeting hours of sanity. My bank account was on its last gasp and the fucking landlord was hovering around like a buzzard over roadkill. It was either down one now or face getting kicked out by the end of the month.\n\n\"Just one more day.\" My inner voice was trying to convince me that this extra boost was worth the risk as I rolled the bottle around in my palm, feeling its icy hardness against my scales. Could I go through with this? Could I willingly risk throwing myself back into a drug-fueled superheat just for some extra hours? Fuck, did I even have a choice?\n\n\"Here goes nothing,\" I poured out a handful into my trembling paw, each pill promising a fleeting respite from the relentless heat coursing through my veins. Just enough time to get through this shift.\n\nAs I swallowed them down with a grimace, feeling them slide down my throat, I knew I was now racing against time. The side effects would come later - wild abandon and uncontrollable lust. But as long as they hit when I was safe within the confines of my own home, it wouldn't matter.\n\nI scooped up my uniform from where it lay discarded on my bathroom floor, the fabric wrinkling between my claws. The shirt and skirt held the faint scent of my heat--musky and alluring--but I didn't have time for laundry day dramas; I had a job to do.\n\nSlipping into the not-so-fresh garments, I stood before the full-length mirror I locked eyes with my reflection. the 19-year-old Kobold peered back at me, I admired how the skimpy uniform hugged my curves. Creamy white belly scales contrasted beautifully against my sapphire blue body. The little skirt barely contained my wide hips.\n\nTilting my head, I flashed a toothy reptilian smile at my reflection, icy blue-slitted eyes gleaming back at me. I may be a frustrated mess on the inside, but I sure clean up nicely. With a saucy smack to my rump, I sashayed out the door, tail swishing behind me as I left my apartment.\n\n~~~*~~~\n\nStepping into the restaurant, a gust of artificially chilled air hit me like a blast of sanity against the heat pulsating from within my loins. But that fleeting moment of tranquility was promptly shattered by the spectacle unfolding in the kitchen. Cooks and servers were at each other's throats, fur puffing out like startled cats, teeth bared in comical snarls that would make any cartoon wolf proud. Towers of dirty dishes wobbled dangerously in the sink, threatening to create their own chaotic avalanche. An long queue of customers curled around the entrance, tails whipping back and forth with an annoyance that echoed my internal turmoil.\n\nBefore I could even muster up the courage to clock in, I caught sight of my frazzled manager drowning in a sea of complaints. His ears lay flat against his head as if hoping to block out the uproar around him.\n\n\"What fresh hell did I sign up for?\" I muttered under my breath.\n\nThe question was answered the moment I rounded the corner into the delivery bay. Towering before me, boxes of pizza and assorted orders were stacked halfway to the ceiling, a monolith of undelivered orders.\n\n\"Scaly balls of the creator!\" I cursed, my voice thick with incredulity and astonishment. My eyes widened at the sight of the mountainous pile of orders that had accumulated on the counter, undelivered and getting colder by the moment. With a groan, I snatched up the oversized thermal bag and began to stuff it relentlessly with boxes upon boxes of pizza, and braced myself for the shitshow that would be the rest of my shift...\n\n~~~*~~~\n\nAfter a grueling ten-hour shift, I'd dragged myself back into the now mostly empty restaurant. The last orders had been filled, and all that remained was the daunting task of cleaning up and prepping for tomorrow.\n\nDespite the dangling carrot of triple time on my next paycheck, I was still left sucking on life's bitter lemon - today's tips had been shittier than a public restroom. No shocker there, most orders were late through no fucking fault of my own.\n\nAs I pawed through my pockets, I let out a groan of disappointment. All I could find were a few singles and some coins. It wouldn't even be enough to buy a small Dick's pizza even with my employee discount.\n\nWith a 30 minutes acting as the barrier between me and the sweet salvation of closing time, I threw myself into the concluding rituals of my shift - cleaning the kitchen of its filth and preparing fresh boxes for tomorrow.\n\nWhile I was scrubbing away, a heated tension began to build in my belly. It was like an insistent pulse, a sensual throb that stirred up both irritation and unease in me. The latter was sparked by the reigniting flames of my heat . This swelling tide within me felt like a middle finger from my own biology, an unmistakable warning of the carnal toll I'd soon be forced to pay as my heat suppressors started to lose their grip.\n\nMy thoughts were interrupted by the shrill cry of the phone ringing, breaking through the near-silence of closure. I debated whether or not to answer, but a thought crossed my mind: this could be one last chance for a tip or an opportunity to avoid the twin hells of being both hungry and horny. I took a deep breath as I picked up the phone, Determined to flirt my way into receiving a big tip.\n\n\"Dick's Pizza; you ain't tasted real pizza 'til you've had a mouthful of Dick's. This is Sarie, what can I do for ya?\" My voice purred into the receiver, a low rumble vibrating in my chest.\n\n\"Ah, sweetheart, we're in a bit of a pickle. Our usual pizza hole has buggered off and closed its doors on us without a warning. Looks like Dicks Pizza is the only decent joint around,\" His voice was laced with an exotic accent that sent delicious shivers skittering down my spine. His words were unusual and intriguing, but there was an undeniable charm to his foreign lilt that had me hanging onto every syllable he uttered. He shot back, quick as a whip, \"If you can handle our delivery, we'll make sure it's worth your trip. And believe me, Shela, you'll be purring at the size of our 'gratuity'.\"\n\n\"Depending on your location,\" I purred in response, my tail tracing sinuous patterns in the air behind me. \"If you're within our delivery range, I might just manage to slot in one final request for the evening.\"\n\n\"We're nestled up at 35 Pine Bluffs,\" he said.\n\n\"Well now, that's a bitof a hard ride?\" I teased. \"But seeing how it's our final call and conveniently close to my apartment... I think I could stretch my boundaries for you.\"\n\n\"Strewth! Never had a go at Dicks before - any pointers, love?\"\n\nCaught off guard by his teasing tone and struggling to regain my composure, I stuttered out a response. \"Um...yeah...we do have a special for parties...how about The Dick's Party Special?\" Swallowing down the embarrassment that always accompanied this part of the conversation:\n\n\"It comes extra large with three of our most popular pizzas. Our Sausage Fest pizza, Chicks with Dicks pizza, and Meat Beaters Pizza. And since you're popping your Dick's cherry, we'll even throw in a free Dick's Cheese Pizza and our famous Fat Dick's breadsticks.\"\n\nA pregnant silence filled the air as his end went mute. The pause stretched so long it felt like time itself was holding its breath; I started to wonder if he'd hung up out of sheer shock or disbelief.\n\n\"... You guys have some...interesting names,\" he finally said, his voice a mix of hesitation and amusement.\n\n\"Yeah, I know,\" I replied, \"Let me make it simple for ya: It's sausage pizza, chicken pizza, meat lovers, and a free cheese pizza. Sound better?\" I asked, unsure why I wanted to help this cheeky stranger. Things would probably be easier if he just hung up and let me close up shop already.\n\n\"righto! Give us The Dick's Party Special and a few Tinnies,\" His words were as foreign to me as an alien dialect.\n\n\"Tinnies? Sorry, what?\"\n\n\"Ah, right, slipped my mind that your lot don't use those terms here. Tinnies are what we call cans of beer.\" A soft laugh escaped me at this revelation, my scales dancing with mirth. \"In that case, we only sell six or twelve-packs of these 'Tinnies'.\"\n\n\"No worries,\" he responded cheerily. \"We'll snag a dozen Tinnies.\"\n\n\"Alright then,\" I echoed as I scribbled down his order. My heart hammered against my chest wall in rhythm with our playful repartee. \"Could I have a name for the order?\"\n\n\"Davo,\" he replied, his voice flowing like silk through the phone line. \"Got it. Your extra-large Dick's Party Special will be comming soon.\" The words tumbled from my lips infused with a fresh thrill. It wasn't every day one got to navigate a new language while fielding pizza orders.\n\nAfter ending the call, I stretched languidly, my supple body twisting, before getting to work. As I kneaded and tossed the dough, I couldn't help but imagine this Davo character - his rumbling voice, what he might look like.\n\nFinally, the order was assembled to perfection. I reclined, my eyes feasting on its steamy glory nestled in its box, companioned by a frosty dozen-pack of 'Tinnies'. A smirk flirted with my lips at the adorable moniker. With his order secured and loaded onto the moped, I strategically placed the beers atop the bag to keep them chilled. moving to lose the doors I let out an involuntary moan, the tendrils of my suppressed heat started their insidious crawl upwards, setting an internal timer - one last delivery and I'd be safe within my own four walls.\n\n\"I swear,\" I murmured to myself as I locked the door behind me, \"His tip better make this all worthwhile.\"\n\n~~*~~\n\nI swung a leg over my ride, the unyielding leather of the moped seat nudging up against my slick folds in a tantalizing tease. The heat was already coiling low in my gut, a burning desire that made me grind down into the saddle for some semblance of relief. Instead, it only stoked the flames further. The rhythmic purr of the engine was both torment and ecstasy, its vibrations sending delicious tremors rippling through me.\n\nRiding through city streets, every damn bump on the road sent shockwaves through my dripping core, each jolt grinding against my swollen clit. My inner walls pulsed rhythmically around nothing but air as I fought to keep a lid on my simmering arousal.\n\nBy the time I pulled up to a stoplight, my resolve was crumbling fast. The incessant vibrations had me squirming in my seat, my clit throbbing in time with the moped's engine. I glanced around furtively, seeing the other vehicles waiting beside me. My breath came in short pants as I warred with the unbearable temptation.\n\nIt only took a second for my restraint to snap. I slid a paw inside my panties, nearly crying out at the first electric touch against my swollen, needy flesh. I was drenched, my juices coating my fingers as I began to rub frantic circles over my clit. The added stimulation from the moped's rumbling sent me rocketing towards the edge embarrassingly fast.\n\nI bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, my hips rocking subtly into my paw. The light seemed to stretch on for an eternity as I fingered myself shamelessly, right there on the open road. My ears flattened back and my tail lashed behind me, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I was so close, my inner walls fluttering desperately around nothing...\n\nThe light turned green. I gunned the engine with my free paw, the sudden acceleration making me gasp. I kept my other paw buried in my panties as I wove through traffic, alternating between teasing strokes and rubbing myself raw. The knowledge that anyone could look over and catch me in such an act only heightened the thrill, my heart hammering against my ribs.\n\nEach time I approached another red light, I slowed to a crawl, working myself into a frenzy. Then I'd stop, frantically frigging my clit as I trembled on the knife's edge of climax. The moment the light changed, I'd tear my paw away, leaving myself aching and empty as I revved the engine and sped off.\n\nOver and over, I repeated this torturous cycle, edging myself to the brink of oblivion, only to back off at the last second. My arousal built to a fever pitch, my vision blurring and my muscles quivering. The danger of losing control and wrecking barely registered through the haze of desperate need.\n\nI was a complete mess, juices trickling down my thighs, I reeked of sex, the musky scent unmistakable. There was no hiding what I was doing if anyone cared to look closer. But I was too far gone to care, too consumed by the relentless throbbing in my pussy. I needed to come, more than I'd ever needed anything in my life.\n\nAs I stopped at a particularly long light my eyes caught on a familiar street right ahead - a long dirt road that led up to a park, with a particularly long, bumpy stretch in between. I gritted my teeth, my resolve solidifying. I swerved sharply, taking the detour without a second thought. It would add a good fifteen minutes to the trip, but with how desperate I was, I couldn't have cared less.\n\nThe moment my tires made contact with the uneven dirt, I slammed both paws onto the handlebars, gripping tight enough to make the rubber creak. The moped bounced and jostled wildly beneath me, the rugged terrain transforming the moped into a sex toy. Each jarring impact sent bolts of raw ecstasy lancing through my clit, making me throw my head back with a strangled cry.\n\nI gunned the engine, urging more speed, more power, as I surrendered myself completely to the brutal vibrations. The moped jumped and bucked between my thighs like a mechanical bull, the seat ramming up against my swollen, throbbing sex. Pleasure bordered on pain as I was pummeled mercilessly, my tender flesh scraped raw by the soaked fabric of my panties.\n\nMy tail lashed behind me as I careened down the dirt road, the moped bouncing and shuddering violently beneath me. The unforgiving jolts pounded into my G-spot, each one dragging me closer and closer to the edge. Broken whimpers clawed their way out of my throat, my head was thrown back in ecstasy.\n\nI was so far gone, I barely had the presence of mind to keep the moped upright. My vision tunneled until all I could focus on was the searing pleasure radiating from my cunt. I was trembling on the precipice, my inner walls rippling and grasping at nothing. I just needed a little more, just a bit harder, almost there...\n\nDrool leaked past my fangs as I panted raggedly, my tongue lolling out. I hunched low over the handlebars, clinging on for dear life.I ramped over a particularly rough hill, the flimsy fabric of my panties ripped. The seat slammed up directly against my bare, swollen folds and that was it, the climax I'd been chasing crashed into me like a fucking freight train. My pussy clamped down HARD around empty air, my hips jerking erratically as I spasmed and convulsed. cum gushed from my spasming slit, soaking clean through my shorts and splattering the seat.\n\nMy howl of ecstasy echoed through the trees as I came explosively, my pussy clamping down on nothing, gushing freely. Wave after wave of mind-melting bliss surged through my convulsing body, whiting out coherent thought. I could only hold on for dear life, shaking like a leaf, letting the unrelenting vibrations prolong my peak to an almost agonizing degree.\n\nI'm not sure how long it lasted - seconds, minutes, a small eternity. But as I slowly drifted back down, I realized with a start that I was still moving. Still on the dirt road, the moped engine purring steadily. Somehow, miraculously, I hadn't crashed.\n\nWithout a doubt, that was the most intense and reckless orgasm I had ever experienced. As my mind cleared from the haze of pleasure, one thought became crystal clear: I needed to get home as soon as possible. Though my off-road detour gave me some extra time, I knew it wouldn't be long before the urge resurfaced stronger than before.\n\nI pulled over to the side of the dirt road, the moped's engine puttering to a gentle idle. My claws trembled as I released my death grip on the handlebars, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The cool night air caressed my flushed, scales, soothing the fever that had consumed me.\n\nI took a moment to compose myself, my chest heaving as I fought to steady my breathing. The scent of my arousal hung heavy in the air, musky and potent. A shiver ran down my spine as a gentle breeze tickled my exposed, dripping slit. The tattered remains of my panties hung limply, clinging to my thighs by mere threads.\n\nWith shaky paws, I grasped the soaked fabric and tugged, the flimsy garment easily giving way. I held the ruined panties up, marveling at the glistening evidence of my depravity. A blush heated my cheeks as I realized just how far I'd let my desperation take me. Fucking myself on a moped, where anyone could have seen... What was I thinking?\n\nShame warred with the lingering embers of desire as I balled up the shredded panties and tossed them haphazardly into a nearby bush. Out of sight, out of mind. I could only hope that no unsuspecting hiker would stumble upon them later.\n\nI reached into the pizza bag, fishing out a wad of napkins. With a grimace, I began to wipe down the sodden seat, trying to erase the evidence of my wanton display. The rough paper chafed against my sensitive scales, making me hiss through my teeth. My pussy throbbed in protest, still tender and swollen from the brutal pounding it had endured.\n\nOnce the seat was passably clean, I took a deep breath, willing the last tremors of my climax to subside. I couldn't afford to linger any longer - Davo's pizza was getting cold, and I still had a job to do. With a final shake to dislodge the remnants of my orgasm, I revved the engine and pulled back onto the road.\n\nThe rest of the journey passed in a haze, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my release. The cool wind whipping past soothed my overheated body, helping to clear the fog of lust. By the time I pulled up to Davo's address, I had managed to regain some semblance of composure.\n\nI parked the moped and grabbed the pizza bag and the pack of \"tinnies,\" my tail swishing behind me as I approached the door. The building was nondescript, a simple warehouse with no identifying markers. For a moment, I wondered if I had the right place. As I eased off the leather saddle, its absence against my throbbing pussy forced a guttural moan from my lips.\n\nThe heat blockers that had been holding back the floodgates of desire were now nothing more than distant memories, their effectiveness waning with each passing second.\n\nIt was like trying to hold back a tidal wave with a sieve; an impossible task that left me teetering on the edge of Insanity.\n\nHovering anxiously outside the door, my pulse hammered out a desperate prayer in time with my jittery anticipation.\n\nFor the love of all that's holy, Please be ugly... the mantra played in my head as I silently bargained with the universe as the dread-filled drumroll of approaching footsteps played havoc with my nerves...\n\nFuck you, I silently cursed as the universe unveiled its perverse agenda, The moment the door swung, my jaw nearly unhinged as I took in the sight of him, this Davo. He was a goddamn Adonis, a walking wet dream come to life. A kangaroo, of all things - built like a brick shithouse with muscles rippling beneath a lush coat of russet fur. His powerful legs, the kind that could crush watermelons between those thick thighs, flexed as he leaned against the doorframe. A pair of loose shorts hung low on his hips, the fabric straining against the massive bulge of his... package.\n\nThen it hit me, a tidal wave of masculine musk surged forth, practically knocking me flat on my ass with its raw intensity. It was like being sucker-punched by a freight train of testosterone, the scent so potent it might as well have been a pair of nuts slapping me in the face.\n\nSweet merciful fuck... I was Doomed. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "

The coarse cotton sheets ensnared my limbs, a cruel lover with no end to its torment. I plunged my face into the pillow, muffled screams echoing in the suffocating fabric as the relentless waves of frustration surged through me, unyielding and merciless. This years heat cycle was a hellish inferno unlike any before - amplified by the bitter sting of recent heartbreak. My mind stewed in a toxic broth of resentment as images of that prick, my so-called boyfriend, invaded my thoughts. The bastard had chosen space and his gamer-buddies over our bond, right when I craved him most.

So instead of being pounded into blissful oblivion every few hours until this hormonal tempest subsided, I was left to fend for myself with these fucking pills, - 'heat blockers' they called them. The latest and greatest pharmaceutical breaking through sense penicillin or so they claimed to be.

the little white pills where were a contradictory godsend. their purpose was to douse the wild inferno that threatened to consume all women from the ravages of heat and unplanned motherhood. Yet, despite the name they didn't block the heat merely hit the snooze button and delay it. What they didn't plaster all over their glossy ads and lay hidden in the fine print was the cost for this fleeting serenity, a cost I was paying in spades right now.

"Could've timed your midlife crisis better, you selfish prick," I muttered into the darkness as I shook in my bed my body convulsing with unfulfilled need.

The fleeting numbness delivered by the heat-blocker had fucked off, leaving behind mere ghostly traces of its calming caress. Now, the notorious side effects had me in its vice-like grip. Each tick of the clock made my heat symptoms roar louder, a feral beast resurfacing from the depths with a vengeance stronger than ever. Days of forced suppression were retaliating now, unleashing their pent-up wrath on my body.

My insides twisted and writhed like a nest of serpents, each one more venomous than the last. My scales itched as if a thousand ants marched across it, each step igniting sparks of unbearable need.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, clenching my fists so tightly that my claws dug into the soft fluff of my pillows. "This is some grade-A bullshit."

My mind felt like it was teetering on the edge of sanity, threatening to plunge into an abyss where only primal urges remained. The enhanced heat wasn't just a physical torment; it gnawed at my mental resolve too, as it attempted to reduce me to nothing more than an animal in rut.

My entire being fought against the artificial numbness imposed by the heat blockers. It went against every instinct ingrained through generations of evolution, and for what? To blend in and appear 'normal' for a few days?

An involuntary moan broke through my thoughts, raw and primal as my hand accidentally brushed against the hard nub of my clit. "ugh," I spat out, jerked back to reality by the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. It was like a bolt of lightning, searing through every nerve ending and sending my sheets flying in all directions.

"Fucking hell," I snarled in frustration, pulling away from the sweet torture of my touch. With a lazy tumble, I slipped off the bed, my feet gently touching down on the floor. My tail flicked back and forth in annoyance as I made my way to the bathroom, nursing a faint hope that a quick shower might tame the wildfire burning within me.

The floor felt cold underfoot as I staggered towards the bathroom, my legs weak with desire. My folds, swollen and sensitive, rubbed together with each movement, sending jolts of pleasure that had me biting back moans. I stumbled, catching myself against the doorframe--a brief, embarrassing dance with gravity that left me flustered and even more aware of the throbbing between my legs.

"Get your shit together, Sarie," I berated myself, my tail lashing behind me in irritation.

My paw gingerly tested the shower's edge, feeling the cool porcelain against my scaled skin before I committed to stepping in. My tail twitched behind me, a sign of anticipation as I reached out and twisted the faucet.

With a deep breath, I stepped into the shower, letting out a sigh as I felt the initial shock of cold water against my scales. It was only momentary though; soon enough, the chilly droplets turned into rivulets of scorching heat that cascaded down my body.

The steam began to rise around me like an ethereal curtain, wrapping itself around my form and tracing over every crevice and curve of my body. The hot water followed suit, flowing over the hills and valleys of my breasts before trailing downwards towards my mound.

Behind me, my tail moved rhythmically in sync with the pulsations that consumed me from within. It swayed lazily like a serpent under a charmer's flute.

"Fuck," I gasped, a wildfire of carnal need raging through my veins, clawing at my insides with an intensity that demanded to be quenched. My paw shot out, trembling with raw desire as I flung open the bathroom cabinet, the sanctuary where my salvation lay in wait. With practiced haste and a hunger bordering on frenzy, I gripped the familiar form of my favored fucktoy. It's weight and unspoken promise filled my paw, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. A quick rinse under the pounding water jets prepped it--a lighthouse amidst this tempest of lust.

The dragon cock was a sight to behold--monstrous in its dimensions with a pointed tip and hefty base. Its once rough texture had mellowed over countless sessions of vigorous use; however, it maintained its impressive length and girth primed for duty. The only fallout was a fleeting soreness that would haunt my well-fucked hole post-ride but in this cyclone of desire, it felt like an inconsequential toll to pay.

A gasp tore from my throat as I aligned the suction cup of the toy against the slick tiles. With a firm press, it clung with a satisfying smack, standing proud and unyielding--the ideal fulcrum for the tempest brewing within me. Pivoting, my back met the cool wall and my tail arched skyward, presenting myself to the rigid silicone.

A desperate gasp escaped my throat, shattering the silence as I drove myself back onto it. The sensation of its fullness penetrated me, stretching and filling my needy cunt. Ragged moans clawed their way out from deep within me, punctuating each thrust backward and reverberating off the tiled walls. My eyelids fluttered closed as let the fantasy of being taken by a dragon overtake my mind.

I could practically feel the rough texture of his scales scraping against my back, each ridge sending jolts of pleasure through my quivering body. My mind was so deeply entrenched in this erotic fantasy that I thirsted for nothing more than a taste of his draconic cum hot and thick on my tongue or seeping into every crevice of my throbbing cunt.

I envisioned his sharp claws sinking into my hips, holding me in place as he took what was rightfully his during this intense and instinctual mating ritual. The thought alone sent shivers of anticipation through my body; I was completely at his mercy, consumed by desire and the power of his presence.

My body undulated with an instinctual craving, my breath coming in ragged gasps that echoed through the room like a carnal symphony. With fervor and desperation, I impaled myself on the faux dragon cock, its monstrous girth filling me to the brim. My mind was lost in the twisted reality, painting lurid images of a beastly lover.

So engrossed was I in the throes of my pleasure that I failed to register the treacherous footing beneath me until it was too late. The culprit, a slick bar of soap, must have slipped from its perch during my fervor and now lay innocently on the shower floor. Its existence only became apparent as my paws skidded across its slick surface, sending me into a heart-stopping tumble.

Suddenly, I found myself airborne; both feet flung up towards the steamy ceiling before gravity claimed me once more, depositing me unceremoniously onto my back. My gaze shifted upward just in time to catch sight of my beloved dragon cock- a foot-long appendage now grotesquely contorted at a right angle.

"Shit," I gasped out, the impending crest of ecstasy abruptly replaced by an odd cocktail of lingering arousal and acute pain shooting through my head. without thinking I reached up to touch my horns and ran my fingers over the surface, searching for any signs of damage. To my relief, I found none. I let out a breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.

"Ugh," I moaned, a piece of me yearning to roar at the heavens while another sought solace in the softness of a pillow. Then, I felt it--the profound weariness that seeped into my bones, marking the end of today's heat blockers' side effects. Groaning with exhaustion, I hauled myself from the shower, hastily patting my scales dry before abandoning my now wracked bathroom. There was a trail of water and damp towels in my wake, but I was too spent to give a damn.

As I collapsed onto my bed, I let out a heavy groan, relieved that another day had passed and only nine more remained until I could finally get a break. "Thank God tomorrow is my day off," I thought before drifting off into a state of blissful unconsciousness.

~~~*~~~

Buzzzzz Buzzzzz Buzzzzz!

An insistent hum stirred me from the depths of my sleep, a familiar sensation that had me momentarily convinced I'd passed out mid-fuck with one of my trusty vibrators still buzzing away. My paw clumsily groped for the phantom cock, fingers brushing against something hard and icy to the touch. A metallic dildo? No, too flat.

A growl rumbled in my throat as I unearthed the real culprit from beneath my pillow. - that damn phone. My ears twitched in irritation at its relentless vibration, each pulse like a drill bit boring into my skull.

With a grip that threatened to crack the screen, I hoisted it up to my snout.

"What?" The word tumbled out of me, raw and gruff, heavy with the remnants of dreams cut short by this digital cockblock.

"Sarie, I'm in a real goddamn mess down here," his voice was rough as sandpaper, each syllable laced with an undercurrent of sheer desperation. "I've got two fuckwits who thought it'd be a grand day to call in sick and now I'm stuck in the shit without so much as a twig to steer me clear. I need you to get your tail down here pronto and cover till we close shop." His words held an edge of pleading beneath their coarse exterior.

"Boss I really can't today-" I meant to speak but was cut off.

"Look, I know it's not a good time for you, but we need you. Friday is our busiest day of the week and I am short on drivers." Boss's voice was urgent as hey interrupted me, I moved my paw over the close call button. "Wait Sarie! Don't hang up. I am offering you triple time." The desperation in his voice was palpable.

Part of me still wanted to hang up and go back to bed, but that type of money would go a long way to getting my car fixed so I didn't have to keep borrowing the company moped.

"Alright, triple time plus a hundred percent in tips," I stated with unyielding resolve. A silence stretched out between us, thick and palpable, before I finally heard an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. "deal, be here in two hours," he relented before abruptly ending the call.

"Oh, Goddamnit!" I yelled, tossing the phone across the room where it landed with a thud against the carpet. My tail flicked in agitation, the call having yanked me from the one refuge I had sought--escape in the arms of slumber. And so, with a heavy heart and a weary body, I rose to face the day, knowing full well that today was going to be a shitshow.

~~~*~~~

"I need a new job," I grumbled to myself, the bitter taste of my boss's words still lingering on my tongue. The mere idea of helping that literal and figurative jackass sent waves of disgust rippling through my scales. Part of me yearned to storm into Dick's Pizza, toss down the ridiculous company skirt and top in defiance, and wrench that final paycheck from his smug hooves. But reality is a heartless bitch; she hissed reminders about rent and bills into my ear, quelling my rebellious thoughts with the icy touch of responsibility. No matter how much it chafed me, this job was a necessary evil.

Gods, I hate having to pop these fucking pills, I moaned inside my head, eyes squeezing shut as I tried to paint a picture of that sweet triple pay. A pile of paid-off bills, a car engine purring like a well-fed kitten instead of wheezing like an asthmatic old tomcat, and a fridge packed with more than just stale-ass bread and limp lettuce. Perhaps there would even be enough money left over to buy a new dragon toy, considering that my current one was now bent at an odd angle.

I'd heard stories about overusing heat blockers, about how you could get tossed into a heat so intense it'd turn even the most uptight bitch into a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. But today... Today I was desperate for those fleeting hours of sanity. My bank account was on its last gasp and the fucking landlord was hovering around like a buzzard over roadkill. It was either down one now or face getting kicked out by the end of the month.

"Just one more day." My inner voice was trying to convince me that this extra boost was worth the risk as I rolled the bottle around in my palm, feeling its icy hardness against my scales. Could I go through with this? Could I willingly risk throwing myself back into a drug-fueled superheat just for some extra hours? Fuck, did I even have a choice?

"Here goes nothing," I poured out a handful into my trembling paw, each pill promising a fleeting respite from the relentless heat coursing through my veins. Just enough time to get through this shift.

As I swallowed them down with a grimace, feeling them slide down my throat, I knew I was now racing against time. The side effects would come later - wild abandon and uncontrollable lust. But as long as they hit when I was safe within the confines of my own home, it wouldn't matter.

I scooped up my uniform from where it lay discarded on my bathroom floor, the fabric wrinkling between my claws. The shirt and skirt held the faint scent of my heat--musky and alluring--but I didn't have time for laundry day dramas; I had a job to do.

Slipping into the not-so-fresh garments, I stood before the full-length mirror I locked eyes with my reflection. the 19-year-old Kobold peered back at me, I admired how the skimpy uniform hugged my curves. Creamy white belly scales contrasted beautifully against my sapphire blue body. The little skirt barely contained my wide hips.

Tilting my head, I flashed a toothy reptilian smile at my reflection, icy blue-slitted eyes gleaming back at me. I may be a frustrated mess on the inside, but I sure clean up nicely. With a saucy smack to my rump, I sashayed out the door, tail swishing behind me as I left my apartment.

~~~*~~~

Stepping into the restaurant, a gust of artificially chilled air hit me like a blast of sanity against the heat pulsating from within my loins. But that fleeting moment of tranquility was promptly shattered by the spectacle unfolding in the kitchen. Cooks and servers were at each other's throats, fur puffing out like startled cats, teeth bared in comical snarls that would make any cartoon wolf proud. Towers of dirty dishes wobbled dangerously in the sink, threatening to create their own chaotic avalanche. An long queue of customers curled around the entrance, tails whipping back and forth with an annoyance that echoed my internal turmoil.

Before I could even muster up the courage to clock in, I caught sight of my frazzled manager drowning in a sea of complaints. His ears lay flat against his head as if hoping to block out the uproar around him.

"What fresh hell did I sign up for?" I muttered under my breath.

The question was answered the moment I rounded the corner into the delivery bay. Towering before me, boxes of pizza and assorted orders were stacked halfway to the ceiling, a monolith of undelivered orders.

"Scaly balls of the creator!" I cursed, my voice thick with incredulity and astonishment. My eyes widened at the sight of the mountainous pile of orders that had accumulated on the counter, undelivered and getting colder by the moment. With a groan, I snatched up the oversized thermal bag and began to stuff it relentlessly with boxes upon boxes of pizza, and braced myself for the shitshow that would be the rest of my shift...

~~~*~~~

After a grueling ten-hour shift, I'd dragged myself back into the now mostly empty restaurant. The last orders had been filled, and all that remained was the daunting task of cleaning up and prepping for tomorrow.

Despite the dangling carrot of triple time on my next paycheck, I was still left sucking on life's bitter lemon - today's tips had been shittier than a public restroom. No shocker there, most orders were late through no fucking fault of my own.

As I pawed through my pockets, I let out a groan of disappointment. All I could find were a few singles and some coins. It wouldn't even be enough to buy a small Dick's pizza even with my employee discount.

With a 30 minutes acting as the barrier between me and the sweet salvation of closing time, I threw myself into the concluding rituals of my shift - cleaning the kitchen of its filth and preparing fresh boxes for tomorrow.

While I was scrubbing away, a heated tension began to build in my belly. It was like an insistent pulse, a sensual throb that stirred up both irritation and unease in me. The latter was sparked by the reigniting flames of my heat . This swelling tide within me felt like a middle finger from my own biology, an unmistakable warning of the carnal toll I'd soon be forced to pay as my heat suppressors started to lose their grip.

My thoughts were interrupted by the shrill cry of the phone ringing, breaking through the near-silence of closure. I debated whether or not to answer, but a thought crossed my mind: this could be one last chance for a tip or an opportunity to avoid the twin hells of being both hungry and horny. I took a deep breath as I picked up the phone, Determined to flirt my way into receiving a big tip.

"Dick's Pizza; you ain't tasted real pizza 'til you've had a mouthful of Dick's. This is Sarie, what can I do for ya?" My voice purred into the receiver, a low rumble vibrating in my chest.

"Ah, sweetheart, we're in a bit of a pickle. Our usual pizza hole has buggered off and closed its doors on us without a warning. Looks like Dicks Pizza is the only decent joint around," His voice was laced with an exotic accent that sent delicious shivers skittering down my spine. His words were unusual and intriguing, but there was an undeniable charm to his foreign lilt that had me hanging onto every syllable he uttered. He shot back, quick as a whip, "If you can handle our delivery, we'll make sure it's worth your trip. And believe me, Shela, you'll be purring at the size of our 'gratuity'."

"Depending on your location," I purred in response, my tail tracing sinuous patterns in the air behind me. "If you're within our delivery range, I might just manage to slot in one final request for the evening."

"We're nestled up at 35 Pine Bluffs," he said.

"Well now, that's a bitof a hard ride?" I teased. "But seeing how it's our final call and conveniently close to my apartment... I think I could stretch my boundaries for you."

"Strewth! Never had a go at Dicks before - any pointers, love?"

Caught off guard by his teasing tone and struggling to regain my composure, I stuttered out a response. "Um...yeah...we do have a special for parties...how about The Dick's Party Special?" Swallowing down the embarrassment that always accompanied this part of the conversation:

"It comes extra large with three of our most popular pizzas. Our Sausage Fest pizza, Chicks with Dicks pizza, and Meat Beaters Pizza. And since you're popping your Dick's cherry, we'll even throw in a free Dick's Cheese Pizza and our famous Fat Dick's breadsticks."

A pregnant silence filled the air as his end went mute. The pause stretched so long it felt like time itself was holding its breath; I started to wonder if he'd hung up out of sheer shock or disbelief.

"... You guys have some...interesting names," he finally said, his voice a mix of hesitation and amusement.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, "Let me make it simple for ya: It's sausage pizza, chicken pizza, meat lovers, and a free cheese pizza. Sound better?" I asked, unsure why I wanted to help this cheeky stranger. Things would probably be easier if he just hung up and let me close up shop already.

"righto! Give us The Dick's Party Special and a few Tinnies," His words were as foreign to me as an alien dialect.

"Tinnies? Sorry, what?"

"Ah, right, slipped my mind that your lot don't use those terms here. Tinnies are what we call cans of beer." A soft laugh escaped me at this revelation, my scales dancing with mirth. "In that case, we only sell six or twelve-packs of these 'Tinnies'."

"No worries," he responded cheerily. "We'll snag a dozen Tinnies."

"Alright then," I echoed as I scribbled down his order. My heart hammered against my chest wall in rhythm with our playful repartee. "Could I have a name for the order?"

"Davo," he replied, his voice flowing like silk through the phone line. "Got it. Your extra-large Dick's Party Special will be comming soon." The words tumbled from my lips infused with a fresh thrill. It wasn't every day one got to navigate a new language while fielding pizza orders.

After ending the call, I stretched languidly, my supple body twisting, before getting to work. As I kneaded and tossed the dough, I couldn't help but imagine this Davo character - his rumbling voice, what he might look like.

Finally, the order was assembled to perfection. I reclined, my eyes feasting on its steamy glory nestled in its box, companioned by a frosty dozen-pack of 'Tinnies'. A smirk flirted with my lips at the adorable moniker. With his order secured and loaded onto the moped, I strategically placed the beers atop the bag to keep them chilled. moving to lose the doors I let out an involuntary moan, the tendrils of my suppressed heat started their insidious crawl upwards, setting an internal timer - one last delivery and I'd be safe within my own four walls.

"I swear," I murmured to myself as I locked the door behind me, "His tip better make this all worthwhile."

~~*~~

I swung a leg over my ride, the unyielding leather of the moped seat nudging up against my slick folds in a tantalizing tease. The heat was already coiling low in my gut, a burning desire that made me grind down into the saddle for some semblance of relief. Instead, it only stoked the flames further. The rhythmic purr of the engine was both torment and ecstasy, its vibrations sending delicious tremors rippling through me.

Riding through city streets, every damn bump on the road sent shockwaves through my dripping core, each jolt grinding against my swollen clit. My inner walls pulsed rhythmically around nothing but air as I fought to keep a lid on my simmering arousal.

By the time I pulled up to a stoplight, my resolve was crumbling fast. The incessant vibrations had me squirming in my seat, my clit throbbing in time with the moped's engine. I glanced around furtively, seeing the other vehicles waiting beside me. My breath came in short pants as I warred with the unbearable temptation.

It only took a second for my restraint to snap. I slid a paw inside my panties, nearly crying out at the first electric touch against my swollen, needy flesh. I was drenched, my juices coating my fingers as I began to rub frantic circles over my clit. The added stimulation from the moped's rumbling sent me rocketing towards the edge embarrassingly fast.

I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, my hips rocking subtly into my paw. The light seemed to stretch on for an eternity as I fingered myself shamelessly, right there on the open road. My ears flattened back and my tail lashed behind me, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. I was so close, my inner walls fluttering desperately around nothing...

The light turned green. I gunned the engine with my free paw, the sudden acceleration making me gasp. I kept my other paw buried in my panties as I wove through traffic, alternating between teasing strokes and rubbing myself raw. The knowledge that anyone could look over and catch me in such an act only heightened the thrill, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Each time I approached another red light, I slowed to a crawl, working myself into a frenzy. Then I'd stop, frantically frigging my clit as I trembled on the knife's edge of climax. The moment the light changed, I'd tear my paw away, leaving myself aching and empty as I revved the engine and sped off.

Over and over, I repeated this torturous cycle, edging myself to the brink of oblivion, only to back off at the last second. My arousal built to a fever pitch, my vision blurring and my muscles quivering. The danger of losing control and wrecking barely registered through the haze of desperate need.

I was a complete mess, juices trickling down my thighs, I reeked of sex, the musky scent unmistakable. There was no hiding what I was doing if anyone cared to look closer. But I was too far gone to care, too consumed by the relentless throbbing in my pussy. I needed to come, more than I'd ever needed anything in my life.

As I stopped at a particularly long light my eyes caught on a familiar street right ahead - a long dirt road that led up to a park, with a particularly long, bumpy stretch in between. I gritted my teeth, my resolve solidifying. I swerved sharply, taking the detour without a second thought. It would add a good fifteen minutes to the trip, but with how desperate I was, I couldn't have cared less.

The moment my tires made contact with the uneven dirt, I slammed both paws onto the handlebars, gripping tight enough to make the rubber creak. The moped bounced and jostled wildly beneath me, the rugged terrain transforming the moped into a sex toy. Each jarring impact sent bolts of raw ecstasy lancing through my clit, making me throw my head back with a strangled cry.

I gunned the engine, urging more speed, more power, as I surrendered myself completely to the brutal vibrations. The moped jumped and bucked between my thighs like a mechanical bull, the seat ramming up against my swollen, throbbing sex. Pleasure bordered on pain as I was pummeled mercilessly, my tender flesh scraped raw by the soaked fabric of my panties.

My tail lashed behind me as I careened down the dirt road, the moped bouncing and shuddering violently beneath me. The unforgiving jolts pounded into my G-spot, each one dragging me closer and closer to the edge. Broken whimpers clawed their way out of my throat, my head was thrown back in ecstasy.

I was so far gone, I barely had the presence of mind to keep the moped upright. My vision tunneled until all I could focus on was the searing pleasure radiating from my cunt. I was trembling on the precipice, my inner walls rippling and grasping at nothing. I just needed a little more, just a bit harder, almost there...

Drool leaked past my fangs as I panted raggedly, my tongue lolling out. I hunched low over the handlebars, clinging on for dear life.I ramped over a particularly rough hill, the flimsy fabric of my panties ripped. The seat slammed up directly against my bare, swollen folds and that was it, the climax I'd been chasing crashed into me like a fucking freight train. My pussy clamped down HARD around empty air, my hips jerking erratically as I spasmed and convulsed. cum gushed from my spasming slit, soaking clean through my shorts and splattering the seat.

My howl of ecstasy echoed through the trees as I came explosively, my pussy clamping down on nothing, gushing freely. Wave after wave of mind-melting bliss surged through my convulsing body, whiting out coherent thought. I could only hold on for dear life, shaking like a leaf, letting the unrelenting vibrations prolong my peak to an almost agonizing degree.

I'm not sure how long it lasted - seconds, minutes, a small eternity. But as I slowly drifted back down, I realized with a start that I was still moving. Still on the dirt road, the moped engine purring steadily. Somehow, miraculously, I hadn't crashed.

Without a doubt, that was the most intense and reckless orgasm I had ever experienced. As my mind cleared from the haze of pleasure, one thought became crystal clear: I needed to get home as soon as possible. Though my off-road detour gave me some extra time, I knew it wouldn't be long before the urge resurfaced stronger than before.

I pulled over to the side of the dirt road, the moped's engine puttering to a gentle idle. My claws trembled as I released my death grip on the handlebars, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The cool night air caressed my flushed, scales, soothing the fever that had consumed me.

I took a moment to compose myself, my chest heaving as I fought to steady my breathing. The scent of my arousal hung heavy in the air, musky and potent. A shiver ran down my spine as a gentle breeze tickled my exposed, dripping slit. The tattered remains of my panties hung limply, clinging to my thighs by mere threads.

With shaky paws, I grasped the soaked fabric and tugged, the flimsy garment easily giving way. I held the ruined panties up, marveling at the glistening evidence of my depravity. A blush heated my cheeks as I realized just how far I'd let my desperation take me. Fucking myself on a moped, where anyone could have seen... What was I thinking?

Shame warred with the lingering embers of desire as I balled up the shredded panties and tossed them haphazardly into a nearby bush. Out of sight, out of mind. I could only hope that no unsuspecting hiker would stumble upon them later.

I reached into the pizza bag, fishing out a wad of napkins. With a grimace, I began to wipe down the sodden seat, trying to erase the evidence of my wanton display. The rough paper chafed against my sensitive scales, making me hiss through my teeth. My pussy throbbed in protest, still tender and swollen from the brutal pounding it had endured.

Once the seat was passably clean, I took a deep breath, willing the last tremors of my climax to subside. I couldn't afford to linger any longer - Davo's pizza was getting cold, and I still had a job to do. With a final shake to dislodge the remnants of my orgasm, I revved the engine and pulled back onto the road.

The rest of the journey passed in a haze, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my release. The cool wind whipping past soothed my overheated body, helping to clear the fog of lust. By the time I pulled up to Davo's address, I had managed to regain some semblance of composure.

I parked the moped and grabbed the pizza bag and the pack of "tinnies," my tail swishing behind me as I approached the door. The building was nondescript, a simple warehouse with no identifying markers. For a moment, I wondered if I had the right place. As I eased off the leather saddle, its absence against my throbbing pussy forced a guttural moan from my lips.

The heat blockers that had been holding back the floodgates of desire were now nothing more than distant memories, their effectiveness waning with each passing second.

It was like trying to hold back a tidal wave with a sieve; an impossible task that left me teetering on the edge of Insanity.

Hovering anxiously outside the door, my pulse hammered out a desperate prayer in time with my jittery anticipation.

For the love of all that's holy, Please be ugly... the mantra played in my head as I silently bargained with the universe as the dread-filled drumroll of approaching footsteps played havoc with my nerves...

Fuck you, I silently cursed as the universe unveiled its perverse agenda, The moment the door swung, my jaw nearly unhinged as I took in the sight of him, this Davo. He was a goddamn Adonis, a walking wet dream come to life. A kangaroo, of all things - built like a brick shithouse with muscles rippling beneath a lush coat of russet fur. His powerful legs, the kind that could crush watermelons between those thick thighs, flexed as he leaned against the doorframe. A pair of loose shorts hung low on his hips, the fabric straining against the massive bulge of his... package.

Then it hit me, a tidal wave of masculine musk surged forth, practically knocking me flat on my ass with its raw intensity. It was like being sucker-punched by a freight train of testosterone, the scent so potent it might as well have been a pair of nuts slapping me in the face.

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