My knot started to swell.
Fuck.
She wouldn’t be able to take it. Not right away at least.Even if she couldn’t, I’d still fill her up and take her again and again.
Give her my cum until my balls were drained and my body was spent. Make her beg for it.
Breed her, even.
Not right away, but maybe someday if she wanted it. The idea of her carrying my babies made my spine tingle.
“Shit. Shit,” I groaned as thick ropes of cum shot out of my cock, coating my fists and the shower wall in front of me.
When I finally came down from my orgasm, I realized just how out of left field the thought that sent me over the edge was.
Where the fuck did that come from?
I didn’t really have a breeding kink, and that was an insane thought to have about a woman I hadn’t even kissed yet.
The spray of the shower sent my cum down the drain and I splashed a few handfuls on the wall to take care of the mess I’d made.
I know, I know.
Jerking off in the shower of the gym I owned was pretty fucking gross, but I knew for a fact that I wasn’t the only one to do it.
Things went on here. I wasn’t blind to them. I could smell the bodily fluids and pheromones that covered this place like a thick fog. At least I employed a good cleaning staff.
After soaping up my body, I rinsed and toweled off before getting dressed for the day. I wore my standard “uniform”: a Leviathan Fitness tank top and pair of mid-thigh athletic shorts that showed off my quads.
I tried to tame my fur in the mirror, but it was no use. The thick whorls of gray and black hair were determined to stick up in every direction. Sighing, I slipped my hat back on and headed down to the main floor.
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The afternoon stretched on inwhat felt like an endless stream of phone calls and greeting clients. I was starting to get hungry again. Being a weightlifting wolven was similar to being a bottomless pit.
I took my shaker bottle out of my bag and fished around in the mini fridge I kept behind the desk for my oat milk. After splashing in a generous amount, I dumped in my protein powder and gave it a vigorous shake.
The stuff tasted like a mixture of chalk and Froot Loops, but if I wanted to maintain my physique, I had to ingest a crazy amount of protein.
I just about spit out my shake when I saw a messy bun of strawberry blonde hair bobbing through the doorway, heading right up to me at the front desk.
Shit.
It was her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My fucking tail just kept thwapping against everything. It couldn’t seem to control itself when she was around.
Holy fuck, was she cute. Today she was dressed in tight black high-waisted leggings and a crop top that said “3rd Annual Briar Glenn Bake-Off.” A band of soft skin peeked out from beneaththe hem of her shirt. I wanted to lick it. Worship every inch of her body with my tongue until she couldn’t take any more.
She was close, and her expression brightened when she saw me.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
My body swayed from the force of my tail.
Get it together, Atlas.
