Ever since your first awakening from the sarcophagus you made a habit of traveling from place to place in an attempt to familiarize with the various races and cultures in the new age. It's because of this that you often find yourself a frequent visitor to many local restaurants and bars. You had just taken a seat at such a bar when the roaring of a motorcycle engine passing though came to an abrupt stop outside. A few heads turned towards the door as a woman clad in a leather jacket and faded blue jeans with Lung tail poking out from where the two met. After a quick glance in their direction you bring your attention back to ordering a drink, at least until they take a seat next to you and begin to speak to the bartender. "Two shots of Spirytus for me and my new friend." A few moments pass for what she just sinks in, ordering shots that strong after sitting next to you can be perceived as nothing but a challenge. You've faced both man and beast without a hint of fear, so there's no way in hell you're gonna back down from this. A decision you would later regret, but right now all that you care about is matching the nameless Lung next to you shot for shot.
One shot turns to three then seven and eventually simply keeping count of each glass becomes too difficult for your increasingly intoxicated brain. Drink after drink after drink and all you can do is keep up with her as the night goes on. She giggles when you nearly trip over the stool you were sitting on as you back away from the bar in surrender. More words flowed from her lips, though with how drunk you were most of it didn't register in your head leading you to just nod along with whatever she was saying. When the one sided conversation came to an end, she took your hand in hers and led you out in front of the bar where the previously heard motorcycle was parked. After helping you onto the bike and mounting it herself, she started it up and instructed you to hold onto her tightly. When your arms connected in front of her the bike tore off through the night. Between the woman in front of you and the wind in your eyes it was difficult to tell where she was taking you. The bike slowed before coming to a complete stop in front of a building advertised as a hotel by a neon sign above the entrance.
The mysterious lung leads you into the hotel, stopping briefly to speak with the receptionist, before taking the hand deeper into the building. She stops and releases you outside of a room, the sign on the door labeling it as room number 17, after withdrawing a key from the pocket of her jacket she unlocks the door and guides you in. After stepping into the room she quickly discards her jacket, revealing a white tank top. With a few more steps she's pressing against, crashing her lips against yours and invading your mouth with her tongue. The suddenness of the act catches the balance causing you to fall backwards, thankful for the bed that catches you. Now with a solid foundation beneath you, meeting her attack with your own is possible. Tongue battles tongue until eventually she relents to let air into lungs, it's during her retreat when she dismounts you and starts removing her jeans. Seeing an opening you attempt to move on her, only to be pushed back down into the sheets with a quick movement of her hands against your chest. She traces her hands down your torso, stopping when they reach the waistband of your pants. Little effort is required for her to take care of the button and zipper before she begins to drag both your pants and boxer down. You help by raising your hips making it easier for her to expose your dick to the air of the room.
With nothing concealing your arousal she has you throw your legs over the side before swiftly forcing herself between them in a kneeling position. One of her soft hands wraps around your shaft as she begins to drag her tongue, leaving behind trails of saliva that act as a makeshift lube to aid in her handjob. After stroking you for a few minutes she opens her mouth and effortlessly takes your shaft down her throat, stopping only when her horn presses against you. Each time she bobs her head up and down you feel her horn touch you and it's this revelation that plants a dark seed within your mine. You take hold of her red horn and use it as a handlebar forcing her head back before slamming it back down into your crotch. Her throat squeezes your cock with each thrust as you forcefully face fuck her. It's not long before you feel your impending climax, with a few more thrusts you erupt into her mouth and pull your cock out of her mouth. "Hrrk… guh…fuck" she starts coughing as air can once more enter her lungs now that you cock isn't in the way. During her cough, saliva mixed with your seed starts leaking out of her mouth and down her chin; the sight only causes your shaft to grow harder.
The Lung pounces on you as soon as she catches her breath. She sits on your thighs with your cock resting in front of her drooling cunt. Your breath hitches in your throat as she starts grinding against you, bathing the underside of your shaft with her juices, teasing you with her pussy. The foreplay ends as she lifts herself up and swiftly drops back down, welcoming you into her tight, eager walls. It takes all the strength you can muster to not cum immediately with the way that her vaginal walls wrap around your shaft. A hand on your chin forces you to look up at her face, only warning you're given before she begins to ride you like her beloved motorcycle. The way her breasts jiggle behind the cover of her tank top attracts your hands towards them like a moth to flame, and when they reach their mark they claim two bountiful handfuls of her treasure. While palming her tits to feel two hard bumps poking into your hands through the fabric. Knowing what you're after she takes your hand off her chest and takes a second to raise her shirt above her head before tossing it alongside the rest of your discarded clothing.
Now with nothing keeping them concealed, you can admire her pale breasts and perky nipples. Like a newborn babe with its mother, you lean forward to take one of her nips into your mouth and start sucking on it. Your attack on her chest elicits reactions from both of her mouths as deep moans find their way out of her throat, the walls of her pussy violently tighten around your shaft. She starts riding you harder and harder and more of her juices flow out from her cunt onto your cock, the added fluid acting as a lube letting her take in your shaft easier and easier. Desperate not to finish first, you begin using your hands to travel her body to look for any weakness. When your hands find the point where her tail joins her body you know what to do. Using both hands you grab onto her smooth tail and pull on it with as much force as you can muster. The additional stimulation does the trick as her walls tighten and strangle the cum out of your dick. A glance towards where your hips meet shows you a mixed honey, made from a combination of your seed and her juices. Minutes pass before she begins moving again, the lingering sensitivity from having just orgasmed twice nearly driving you mad, but any protests you tried to raise were ignored as she made it clear that she wasn't stopping until your tank ran out of fuel.
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The sunlight burned your eyes as you awoke in the morning; hungover and alone. You knew that it was a one night stand but still, she could have left a note before taking off right? With nothing better to do you turned on the old tv in the room and quickly took an interest as the news was apparently broadcasting a politician's speech. According to the news ticker a 'Wei Yenwu' was making an announcement to the people of Lungmen. You stopped registering what he was saying and your stopped when a familiar face appeared next to him. A face labeled as Wei Fumizuki, his wife.