Dirty Dog
A Dom!Tharja and Sub!Libra Fanfiction
By Nagone
Summary: Say woof, bitch.
Rated: M
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Pegging, Petplay, BDSM, Breathplay
Libra panted, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth, pink nipples perky and red beneath twin clamps dangling from them, red cock bouncing with effort. A set of ears, blonde and fluffy with delicate pink insides flopped, complimenting a blonde tail decorated with a pink bow. Altogether, Libra looked like a demure, pretty puppy, trussed up to play.
Click.
A leash lead snicked to a d-ring attached to a pretty pink collar about Libra's neck, and his head snapped back, blonde locks tumbling down his shoulder. A pale hand wrapped around his throat and he felt the air exit his lungs. Slender digits shoved themselves into his mouth and his tongue darted out, tasting them and sucking hard.
"Good boy," Tharja murmured. "Good boy." She released her hand from his throat and he coughed, panting heavily. "Now, show me your tail."
It was a simple command, one Libra had heard many times before, and like always, he forced his face to the ground, hips canting up, making his tail flip forward to reveal the pretty pink pucker of his anus. Tharja cooed, and prodded at it, causing Libra to hump the air fiercely, bobbing erection seeking purchase from nothing.
Tharja nuzzled him, hands running up his back and over his hips, and slowly, she began to chant a spell. Libra felt the magic envelope him, and he felt his anus warm, lubrication coating the inside as invisible fingers stretched him wide.
"Ready for your treat, boy?"
Libra nodded eagerly, letting out a loud woof.
Tharja chuckled.
Quickly, she pressed herself against him, the head of her strap-on entering Libra's lubricated hole. He grunted, body sucking in the phallus until all seven inches were seated inside of him. "Bark," she ordered, and Libra did. "Beg," she commanded, and he bent his body down, head pressed to the floor, and begged.
His lips moved quickly, hands pawing at the ground eagerly. His hips shook from left to right, tail swishing. Tharja smiled, and dragged a nail down Libra's back, and Libra shook, anticipation building.
Tharja thrust in all the way, hips flush against Libra's round bottom. She groaned, body tense with pleasure, back rigid. Exhaling, hody body released and with quick hips, she pulled out and forced herself back in.
Each stroke nudged Libra's prostate, sending delightful shocks of electric pleasure up and down his body. Tharja's moans only spurred on the pleasure, and he felt his eyes drift close, body rocking against her.
It ended too soon, and when Tharja gave the command, he orgasmed hard, semen decorating the floor beneath him in a pearly pool. Libra slowly drifted down from his high, eyes hazy, his mess smear across his stomach and thighs. His hips still thrust into the ground, cock sore.
"You're such a dirty dog," she chuckled, shutting the door behind him.
