CW: STD, HIV, nipple fucking I'm not a bugchaser IRL but sometimes it's hot as fuck to think about. my version of HIV is just as deadly (not that anyone cares) but it sticks wherever you get fucked, so if you get hot cum in your ass it just infects your ass, your pussy's still fine. same with other body parts. enjoy, you fucking freak -------------- Tissa growled as Nalik kneeled on the bed and leaned down towards her. The chubby green dragoness watched the enormous anthro wolf hungrily, spreading her legs and feeling a flush run through her when she saw him lick his chops as her pussy came into view. The big wolf was unquestionably ready to go feral on her snatch, but before she could say anything, he suddenly flopped onto his front paws, burying his snout in her loose scaly slit. Tissa clenched the sheets as the canine muzzle wedged itself between her thighs, biting her tongue as the wolf's own went right to lapping, digging between her smooth lips, finding her clit, slurping over the bud and making her stifle a moan. He was hitting her in all the right places, making her pussy feel like she was grinding her most powerful toy into it, except it came in bursts, one powerful lick at a time. Minutes passed with the wolf between her legs, making the dragoness distantly worry that he would make her cum so hard she'd be spent, but she was in no place to complain. After what felt like an eternity, suddenly the sensation stopped, and she realized she'd been holding her breath when she gasped out loud, panting as the pleasure suddenly ebbed for once. When she opened her eyes again, Nalik was sitting on his haunches, grinning down at her. Blearily she recognized his plump sheath and the shaft now hanging from it, the dark red flesh and tapered tip complemented by a stark black tattoo wrapped around the canine flesh, the universal symbol for biohazard. Her heart lept in her chest as she stared at the deadly mark, her pussy already too wet to realize if she was getting wetter looking at it. Nalik didn't say anything, but she knew he could tell she was staring. A moment later the wolf was crawling over her, settling his rump on her chest, crushing her tits - not that she minded - and his shaft was suddenly in front of her face, the tattoo inches from her eyes, and mouth. She exhaled shakily - it was right in front of her. The ink looked... smoother than the rest, like plastic resting on the surface of his maleness. She wanted to touch it, feel it, her understandable fear almost stopping her from doing so, but a soft furred paw on the back of her head was all the encouragement she needed. Tissa opened her jaws, breathing shallowly as the fear built in her, but she curled her neck down and watched, like an outside observer, as the shaft disappeared into her own muzzle. The other furry paw gently slid up her snout, then wrapped around it, closing her jaws, and the hot canine shaft pressed against her tongue. The dragoness shuddered as she felt the infectious flesh pressed against the inside of her muzzle, her entire body quivering as she started to suck on the big canine shaft. She ran her tongue up it, curious, feeling for the tattoo - and there it was, a raised patch on the thick tube of meat, smoother than the rest. She bobbed her muzzle up and down the wolfdick, sliding her sinuous tongue up and down his length, feeling all the familiar parts, and then the smooth spots where the twisting, curling warning symbol lay, telling her that the fat hunk of sexual flesh in her mouth was dangerous. She didn't care. The wolf gripped one of her stubby horns, growling deeply above her as he thrust into her muzzle, burying his hazardous meat into her mouth, the tip sliding down her throat until he withdrew and thrust again, slapping his sheath against her lips as he mated her snout, both his hands finding their way to her head and holding her jaws tight around his length, not that he needed to. Tissa sucked and licked at his infected cock like the loose reptile she was, eager to taste his seed, her eyes closed and her focus on the familiar task keeping her from the fear she should have felt, but suddenly the grip on her muzzle let up, and the cock slid out of her muzzle. She opened her eyes, surprised and disappointed, and saw Nalik grinning predatorily over the dripping wet wolf shaft dangling in front of her. She would have leaned forward to take it into her mouth again, but the big wolf lifted himself up suddenly on his knees, shuffled backwards over her, and sat down again on her belly. Before she could collect herself, get her aching jaws to move again so she could ask why he stopped, she saw his hands slide around one of her big breasts. A slightly strangled moan came from her mouth, her jaws still recovering, but the soft fur sliding around her tit, then squeezing around the base was too much. She was so aroused that her hips involuntarily pressed up into the air behind the wolf riding her belly, meeting nothing. The big paws circled her fat breast, gripped around the green scales of the base and pulling, tugging it away from her chest, making her moan as her sack was crushed by the strong grip. She felt the wolfs dick rubbing against her areola, where the scales turned to yellow, the saliva coated shaft leaving cold streaks on her scales. Her breathing quickened as she started to realize his intent, but she didn't say anything - she was here to be victimized, not fight it. The wolf squeezed and massaged her breast, massagging every part with his strong hands, and then she felt one hand leave, and a hot, wet tip press against her nipple. She gasped as the doggy cock prodded at her milk teat, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. The other hand released her sack and she felt fingers pinch her nipple, holding it steady as Nalik pushed forward, his tip starting to spread her tit. She closed her eyes, shaking; this was it, she was going to take it. The wolf was going to knock her up. His cock slipped around her nipple as he pressed forward, then lined it up and pressed in again, growling pants coming from his clenched jaws as the obviously pent up wolf tried to line his pointed tip up with her tithole. Finally Tissa felt the invasive feeling of her nipple being spread open, and the heat of his tip slipping in. She held herself as still as she could, trying not to shake as the HIV-positive shaft started to invade her breast. With a thrust, she felt him sink half an inch into her breast, and she yowled as he started to mate her. He held on, his hand slipping up her breast to hold the bag tightly while he thrust again, burying another inch in the dragonesses big chest sack. Tissa writhed underneath him involuntarily as her sensitive tit was invaded, the loose nipple easily accepting his shaft after its initial resistance, and she didn't stop as the wolf thrust again, sliding the rest into her. Seven inches of canine meat were buried in her chest bag, and Tissa couldn't take it. She let out a draconic roar as the shaft hit nerves deeper inside than she'd had touched in ages, her pussy clenching and hips bucking up involuntarily over and over as the wolf started to fuck her loose udder, his shaft sliding into and out of her stretched out milk ducts. She'd had them fucked many times before, loads blown in both mammaries, but none from a dick this thick and this fucking dangerous. She felt like all her nerves were a hundred times more sensitive, feeling every millimeter of the canine meat that slopped into her chest and then pulled out covered in her milk, drooling dragon tit juice all over her belly. The wolf had moved both hands to her chest and wrapped them around her fat sack, grunting and growling carnally as he violated her udder, using it like a sex toy, gripping the bag and fucking it with no regard for her comfort. Tissa was lost in pleasure anyway, her entire body vibrating with the feeling of her tit being bred, every inch of her milk ducts being rubbed raw by the invading wolfdick, her delirious mind wondering if this cock could possibly feel this good even in her pussy. Nalik's thrusts were shortening, and Tissa's arousal was suddenly mixed with a flush of fear. She should stop this, she knew, she should make him pull out, do something- but it was too late. The wolf was growling, louder and louder, and then a howl that he bit off with a loud clack of his teeth, short, erratic thrusts into her stretched nipple punctuated suddenly by his shaft pulsing, and then a hot feeling flooding her entire tit. It took a moment, but then Tissa moaned, low, shaky, the sound leaving her throat as everything slowly sunk in. She hadn't quite cum, despite all the abuse to her chest bag, but every one of those raw nerves could now feel the cum pumping into them. HIV-positive cum. She felt nauseous. The wolf was panting above her, and she knew the black warning tattoo was pulsing inside of her stretched and ruined tit as it filled every inch of her milk ducts with virus. Tissa felt tears running from her eyes for a few seconds before she realized she was crying. She was knocked up. Pozzed. Her breast was ruined - anyone who fucked it ever again would get sick. She'd have to get it tattooed, branded - an AIDS sack, a filthy bag of disease hanging off her chest forever... or as long as she lasted. The big wolf ignored her, arms dangling limply at his sides, eyes closed as he finished impregnating her sack, his knot - far too big to have slipped into her breast - slowly deflating as his cum pulsed out into her in smaller and smaller spurts until finally he leaned back slightly on his haunches and his shaft slipped from her tit, the grossly stretched nipple gushing his poz cum onto her belly. He looked down at the sobbing dragoness, cocked his head, and said in his low voice, "Hey, it's not so bad. It's only your tit." He slapped the stretched bag, interrupting Tissa's tears for a moment with a yelp as he hit the sore tit. "It's not like I did your pussy, most people will still want to fuck you. Besides, you wanted this, and you got it."