Chapter 5 - The Wolf Girl

Sypha woke up coughing and choking, her eyes opening just in time to see the gout of white erupt past her lips and splatter all over her chest. The sudden surge ended nearly as soon as it had come, leaving her wheezing and hacking from the startling wake up call. Blinking away some tears, Sypha realized that she was laying on her back in an unfamiliar room. She started to raise herself up to take stock of her surroundings, but a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, gently pushing her back down onto her back. Squinting into the torch light, Sypha saw that there was a woman kneeling next to her.

"Please stay still." The unknown woman spoke. "I need to finish. You will have to bear with it a little while longer."

Still gently but securely holding her on her back with one hand, Sypha watched as the woman's other hand drifted to her midsection. Sypha had to do a double take when she followed the hand's line of travel and her abdomen came into view. She looked extremely pregnant. Her belly was heavily bloated and curved out from her figure. She was stunned. It was a far cry from her previously flat and toned tummy that she normally had. How long had she been asleep? Was she…pregnant???

"Don't worry." The woman assured her, as though reading the girl's thoughts. "You are just full, that's all."

"Full?" Sypha asked, confused. "What do you mean full?"

"Jezebel had some fun with you, it seems. She filled you up twice. Usually she restrains herself to only one load so her toys don't become too round, but she must have really liked you. You're packed full of her cum."

Seriously?! That ridiculous bulging belly was because she had been filled with demon jizz?! Thinking back on it now, it did make some sense. Her memories of last night were pretty hazy and mostly obscured due to her mind practically breaking from being fucked silly, but she did vaguely remember her tummy being slightly inflated after Jezebel had finished down her throat. It only made sense that there would be more after having her ass fucked. Still, it was a shocking sight to see, but at least she wasn't pregnant. Her confusion returned, however, when the woman leaned in and seemingly braced her arm, her palm still splayed on Sypha's stomach.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I need to empty you out." The woman answered. "Please keep still and don't try to hold it in."

"What does that mean?" Sypha questioned, shortly before realization dawned on her and her eyes widened. "Wait, wai-…!"

Sypha's protests were cut short as the woman's hand firmly pressed downwards, putting pressure on her bloated belly. Instantly, Sypha felt a peculiar sensation and then felt the rush of semen flooding her throat, on its way up. She briefly, instinctively, attempted to hold it in against the woman's warning. Her cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk and the spunk took the only other exit available, shooting out her nostrils like a hose. Losing all composure, Sypha snorted and coughed, releasing the mouthful she had been containing. The woman continued to apply steady pressure, slowly but surely squeezing out the inflated girl and reducing the size of her midsection, all the while Sypha could do nothing but choke and retch violently, her eyes crossed and her limbs jerking and spasming, slapping the floor.

When at last Sypha's tummy was flat once more, the woman helped her to roll over onto her hands and knees where she continued hacking up the remainder that was still stuck in her throat. All the while, she could feel the woman soothingly rubbing her back, humming some kind of tune. Gasping in air, she slouched down, her forehead pressed into the cool, tile floor that she had been on. She knew she was covered head to toe in demon jizz, but she could worry about that later. Now that the ordeal was over and she was able to catch her breath, she was curious. Curious and nervous. Who was this woman helping her and what was her motivation in doing so?

Raising her head, Sypha pulled herself to a seated position and looked the mystery woman over. She appeared to be maybe a couple years older than Sypha and she was extremely pretty. Her long, lush hair was a strange and exotic mixture of light grey, silver, and white, unlike any hair color Sypha had ever seen before. Her figure was outstanding. A slender, fit body combined with a set of wide hips and a pair of massive breasts. Sypha had never felt self-conscious about her own C-cup breasts but staring at these, which were at the very least DD-cups or E's, she suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

To make their size even more apparent, the woman was dressed rather provocatively. Her substantial chest was contained by a simple, white, strapless top that hugged her tightly and ended just below her bust, leaving her midriff exposed. Her bottoms consisted of a matching, white, skintight skirt that only covered down to the middle of her creamy thighs. She was really very beautiful. Not as flawless as Jezebel, but still a stunner. Also, unlike Jezebel, who was gorgeous in a timeless and mystifying way, this woman's beauty was almost…warmer. More approachable even. Just looking at her made Sypha feel a bit at ease. It was almost a familiar feeling, but Sypha couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Shifting her focus away from the woman's amazing curves and face, Sypha made a startling discovery. At first glance, she had thought the woman to be human, but it was now quite apparent that she was wrong. First, her eyes were not human at all. They were more slightly more angled, which might have made her look more aggressive, but her large, yellow pupils held a soft, perpetually curious feel to them. However, the dead giveaway that she was not human was the set of fluffy, animal ears that she had. They were a slightly darker color grey than the streaks in her hair and looked identical to those of a wolf. Wondering if they were just a fake decoration, Sypha was proved otherwise when one of the ears twitched. They were definitely real. Noticing Sypha's line of sight, the woman smiled, revealing that she also had a set of upper and lower fangs, similar to those that canines had.

"You're looking at my ears, aren't you?" she giggled.

"Oh…um…yes." Sypha stammered, slightly embarrassed. "Are you a lycanthrope?"

"No, I'm a werewolf, actually." She corrected. "My name is Dakota. What's yours?"

"Sypha." Sypha responded, confused. "I thought that werewolves and lycanthropes were the same thing. There's a difference?"

"Mhmm." Dakota nodded happily. "Both our species share a common ancestor, but our lines diverged long ago. While we both have two forms, one humanoid and one canine, lycanthropes are purely human in appearance in their humanoid form whereas we werewolves retain some of our canine features like my ears and tail."

"Tail?"

"Yep. See?"

A flash of grey waved around from behind Dakota's wide hips and Sypha realized that it was a fluffy wolf tail, its fur the same color as her ears.

"Also, our canine forms are very different." Dakota continued. "Lycanthropes are primarily bipedal creatures in that form and retain some human characteristics like their limbs and fingers. Werewolves are virtually indistinguishable from common wolves when we shift."

"I never knew any of that." Sypha admitted.

Happy to add some new information to her data bank as a speaker, Sypha realized what the familiar, happy feeling that she got looking at Dakota was. She was being subconsciously reminded of the stray dogs that would mill around the speaker camps. The speakers would often give them food and she used to play with them when she was younger.

"Werewolf and human interactions are far less common and less notable." Dakota explained. "In contrast, our lycanthrope cousins are much more aggressive and often come into conflict with humans, so stories about them are told more. I guess at some point, the two species names became synonymous for lycanthrope in Wallachia."

Nodding thoughtfully, Sypha realized something else that she hadn't seen before. Around Dakota's neck was a golden collar, identical to her own.

"You are a prisoner, too?" she asked, pointing to the collar.

"Yes, I am." Dakota confirmed, rubbing her collar with one finger. "I was captured a couple months ago."

"How did they catch you?"

"We'll have time for stories later." Dakota replied. "First, we need to finish getting you cleaned up."

She pointed at Sypha and the girl was reminded of her current state of appearance, splattered head to toe in the cum she had just ejected from her belly.

"Come on, I'll help you get bathed."

"I can wash myself, thank you." Sypha quickly responded, flashing back to some unsavory memories of her previous bath with Jezebel.

"No can do, Sypha." Dakota said. "I am taking care of you. I'm very loyal. It's in my nature, after all. When I take care of someone, I don't slack in my duty."

Before Sypha could argue further, Dakota popped to her feet in a flash with incredible agility and pranced over to where she was sitting, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the other side of the room. Sypha hadn't paid much attention to the room she was in yet, but she now saw that it was some kind of indoor bath house. Half of the tile room was taken up by a water filled basin, similar to the outdoor one she had used previously, but a bit smaller in size. Dakota quickly stripped and stepped down into the water first, leading Sypha in and gently tugging her down the stairs until they were up to their waists in the warm bath.

Sypha turned, looking around for a bar of soap or something to wash with, but didn't see anything. She gasped as she felt something warm and ultra-smooth glide its way over her neck, sending a reflexive shiver down her spine. Turning towards the unknown sensation, she was taken aback when she saw that it was Dakota's tongue. Unperturbed by Sypha's movements, the wolf girl repeated the motion, licking her way up her collarbone and neck, scooping up a layer of the jizz into her mouth and swallowing it away.

"Wha…what are you doing???" Sypha exclaimed, her face beat red.

"Hmm?"

Dakota glanced up at the girl, with nonchalant, questioning eyes before bursting out laughing a few seconds later.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She giggled. "I forgot you humans don't use your tongues to bathe. You use soap, right?"

"Y…yes." Sypha stammered, still blushing fiercely. "Is there any around that I can use?"

"Here."

Dakota's ears twitched and a ball of light appeared in the air between them before briefly flashing outwards. When the light vanished, a bar of soap was in its place and fell into Dakota's waiting palm, which she handed to Sypha.

"You can use magic?" Sypha demanded, absentmindedly accepting the soap.

"Yeah, I can."

"And your collar isn't suppressing it?"

"Oh, is yours suppressing all of your magic?" Dakota realized. "Mine only suppresses my combat spells, although I don't actually have that many of those. Werewolves prefer to fight hand to hand rather than with elemental spells or anything of that sort. We mostly use magic for convenience in our day to day lives. Still, I don't even compare to the abilities of a pureblood demon like Mordall or Jezebel. Mine is considered trifling to them so I guess they never saw fit to restrict it all."

Sypha hadn't considered that. Of course, practically all of her spells were used for combat in some way, so it made sense that all of her magic was being caged. Still, the knowledge might be useful later on to formulate some plan of escape should the opportunity arise. Putting that aside for the time being, Sypha splashed some water onto her chest and began to scrub herself clean with the soap. Feeling Dakota take her other hand and raise it up out of the water, she squeaked embarrassingly when the werewolf licked her wrist, and she instinctively tugged her hand away.

"I said I can wash myself." Sypha reminded her, shaking slightly.

"I'm healing you." Dakota replied.

"What?"

Retaking Sypha's wrist and pulling it into view, Dakota showed it to the girl. It was a combination of red, raw skin and bruises from where the ropes had dug into her during her struggles. She hadn't actually realized how much they were throbbing, but it was uncomfortable to say the least.

"We don't just lick ourselves to bathe." Dakota continued. "We also lick our wounds. Werewolf saliva contains healing properties from birth as a result of our inherent magical abilities."

Curiosity overriding her embarrassment, Sypha allowed her wrist to be brought back up to Dakota's mouth and she stifled a gasp as the long, silken tongue dragged its way across her abused skin. To her amazement, it was true. She could actively feel the pain and soreness fading away with each successive lick that crossed over her. It was incredibly soothing and Sypha knew that there was no way she could stop Dakota now that she knew how good it felt. Holding back a moan of relief, she forced herself to refocus on cleaning her body and let the wolf girl go about her task of taking care of her wounds. After a few minutes, Dakota requested that she switch hands and began anew on her other wrist, eliciting a sigh from the blonde.

To Sypha's relief, the cum coating she was wearing came off easily in the warm water, dissipating into nothing as it floated away. She intently scrubbed herself, eager to rid her body of the vulgar cloak. When her body was clean, she reluctantly accepted Dakota's offer to wash her hair and sank down to her shoulders in the water as she took over. It felt just as good as she remembered, having someone wash her hair. Dakota's strong fingers soothingly massaged her scalp, working all of the thick jizz out of her blonde locks and generally sending the girl into a state of euphoria. She loved the comforting feeling of Dakota's actions and said a silent prayer that her personality could be taken at face value and she didn't end up like how Jezebel had. Unfortunately, it was over too soon, and Dakota released her head. Sypha was very tempted to ask that she continue, but she was too embarrassed to do something like that and stood up with a sigh.

"Take a seat." Dakota instructed, guiding Sypha to sit on the edge of the tub, out of the water.

"What is it?" Sypha asked.

"Well, I'm not finished healing you." Dakota replied.

She lifted Sypha's leg out of the water, pointing out her ankle, which was in a similar state to her wrists. Nodding affirmative, Sypha let out a muffled moan as Dakota's tongue began its work, soothing her aches and pains. She was really amazed at the effectiveness of it. Already, the marks on her wrists were almost completely faded and she had no pain at all. If anything, her joints felt even more limber than before. It was really a marvel and she allowed herself to lean back and close her eyes, indulging in the bliss.

Finishing up with Sypha's other ankle, Dakota's eyes wandered between the girl's legs and fell on her pussy. Her sharp eyes picked up the obvious redness and irritation on her lower lips and she furrowed her brow.

"Did Jezebel do anything to your pussy?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Sypha hummed, not paying attention entirely. "Oh, yes. She used her tail and rubbed me down there for a while."

"I see." Dakota nodded, confirming her suspicions. "Just one more spot to heal up then."

"Okay."

Sypha didn't even open her eyes, too relaxed to pay attention to what was going on. She did, however, snap back to reality when she felt that heavenly tongue slide its way between her legs. Her eyes popped open, and she shrieked at the sudden and unexpected sensation, finding herself staring down at Dakota's head, which was now between her legs.

"H-…hey!" she protested, trying to squeeze her thighs together.

"Just relax, Sypha." Dakota urged, briefly pausing her work. "Relax and let me make you feel better."

Taking hold of the girl's smooth thighs, Dakota returned her tongue to action, licking her way across the reddened skin, which was slightly enflamed from Jezebel's aggressive and prolonged tail work. Each and every lick elicited shrieks and yelps of pleasure from the blonde, who wanted to protest and argue more, but found herself unable to voice her opposition. After all, it was exactly like Dakota had said. It felt good. More than good, really. It felt great. Incredible. Mind blowing. Her body had no intentions of letting her mouth stop this pleasure now and so all she could do was sit there and squirm as the beautiful wolf girl lapped away at her sensitive lips.

Her mind and body melting, Sypha knew that she was already close to cumming. It had only been a couple minutes since the woman began, but she was nearing her peak with surprising urgency. Dakota's tongue was simply too good. Every single lick and lap tickled and tingled across her clit and sensitive pussy, sending bolts of electricity shooting through her entire body. Her muscles were shaking uncontrollably, and her voice was echoing throughout the bath house. She was so very, very close.

Dakota knew this, her highly tuned senses picking up on the girl's body language. She was basically done healing her, but she knew that it would be unforgivable if she denied this poor girl the pleasurable release that she was so close to attaining. She certainly deserved it after the ordeal that Jezebel had surely put her through. Smiling to herself, Dakota continued her motions, making sure to pay special attention to Sypha's clit and adding some more flicking flourishes to her licks that she knew would feel good.

It only took another thirty seconds or so before Sypha's orgasm exploded, sending the girl to hereto unknown places, mentally. Her voice quit working temporarily, leaving her with a silent, open mouth, unable to vocalize anything. Her legs clamped tightly on Dakota's head, sticking her in place, and her eyes rolled clear back into her skull, only the whites visible. And all the while, Dakota kept up her lapping, extending the girl's orgasm and forcing it to further heights.

When at last, she came back down, it took another few minutes before Sypha could think clearly. Breathing heavily, she glanced down and realized that she had Dakota's head trapped between her thighs. Horrified with herself, Sypha immediately released her, cursing herself out internally for losing control.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I did not mean to clamp up like that."

"It's perfectly okay." Dakota assured her, but Sypha was still ashamed.

"Jezebel did something similar to me before. I'm so very sorry. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know." Sypha carried on.

"Well…" Dakota hesitated, her cheeks growing warm and red.

"Yes?" Sypha leaned forward, eager to make up for her actions. "What is it?"

"Could you…" Dakota swallowed, slightly embarrassed. "Could you scratch me behind the ears?"