Heck of a party II: Pleasure now, Trauma then

DISCLAIMER : THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS R18 CONTENTS (VIOLENCE, MID NSFW,...)

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His cock was slowly making its way inside her making her head go backwards and twist her body as she tried to adjust to the size. His hands crept on her thighs helping him lock her still. Sure thing the dress room of the rooftop was dark but he could see her making such a cute face while he slowly thrust in her. Soon enough the little cabin was the victim of their banging, sloppy sounds combined to her bitchy moans were just driving him crazy. His tail had little to no room so it was compressed against his butt.

The sudden noise of someone else entering the dress room made him cover her mouth with his big fingers. Shoving two fingers in her mouth as he kept going in and out of her at a slower pace. He grunted as silently as he could. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his wide back and her claws were gripping tightly. The bench was small but enough for what he was about to do.

He pulled out his stiff and wet member from her and she shivered while squeaking. He sat on the bench and invite her to sit on his dick again. She turned her back to him and her peach butt slowly absorbed his tip in then the whole thing in one sloppy motion. It apparently touched a sensitive spot in her because it sent some kind of electric impulse through her limbs.

She arched her back to that as her hands clang on the narrow side walls. Both his hands went for her tiny waist helping him to push further into her. His tail was slamming uncontrollably on the bench. She was doing her best to stay silent. He slowed his pace and get her lying on his chest, he gets his fingers again in her mouth while she pulled out her tongue. Her eyes rolling all the way back in bliss.

He pounded while getting his head closer to her ear grunting to make her go insane and it worked. At this point she was soaking wet down there, she was squirting like crazy moving her head from side to side as her body twisted. His free arm didn't let her rest, constantly teasing her body. Rubbing gently her tits then gripping them before caressing her inner thigh slowly going for her clit. He licked his finger wet enough before gently teasing it while thrusting her in this sitting position.

He slowly got up and pinned her to the door of the cabin got back a bit as he held her ankles on the side spreading her like the pages of a book. Her head and brest pressing against the wooden surface while her hands were holding onto it. She was pounded with such intensity that she forgot to stay silent and groaned and squirmed.

He was starting to see stars as his tongue went out in huff, panting and exhaling steam. He sped up his pace as the point of no return was around the corner. He quickly got back his senses and pulled out.

He breathed heavily as he helped her to her feet. She quickly went on her knees and plead looking at him with desire. He jerk off his really viscous cock while holding her mouth open. He closed his eyes and rolled his tongue as he grimaced while bursting thick ropes of the warm substance in her mouth some getting on her snout and face and some splaying on the door behind her as he couldn't control the intensity. She reached for his member and started sucking on it, gulping all she could, licking it clean in seconds.

He grunted and panted a lot, it was really getting hit in here. He fell on the bench and doze off while the female coyote rolled her eyes a bit in disappointment. Her black dress was on the floor and she didn't feel like wearing her underwear again so she just folded it in tissue and force it into her purse that was lying next to it.

She looked again at the dragon and sighed. She covered his privates with his clothes that were messed in their lust. She wiped her face from his jeez but it felt gross on her fur, she decided to get some water for that and thus left the dress room leaving the dragon completely out of energy.

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The pitch sound of glass shattering violently, followed by a blackout. There was a ringing sound, it was loud...deafening. Liam opened his eyes tiredly, his sight was blurred. Everything was red to him and foggy. He grunted loudly as he tried to move but winced in pain, there was a huge piece of metal about the size of an arm lodged in his flank linking him to the chair. He looked down at it, blood was pouring out and he felt nauseous. Some blood was coming out of his mouth as well. His left arm was broken and apparently his left door was completely pressed inwards against him. His eyes tried looking the other way and widened there was nothing or more specifically there was something but it shouldn't be there.

It was a huge wide flange beam lying next to him. His eyes started twitching rapidly as his heart started racing in realization. His breathe became hectic but it worsened the pain in his abdomen and made him cough some blood. He looked down and realized he was holding the hand of someone. It was the hand of his wife but something was off. His head started spinning as he contained himself from vomiting.

The hand was linked to a severed arm...the rest of what once was his wife was underneath the beam completely crushed under it, barely a lock of her head fur creeping out. What seemed to be her inner guts were also twisted out slightly touching his hand. It was warm to the touch and his heart was beating fast.

There was a storm raging outside, the thunder clapped in the clouds and it allowed him to see better for his worst the beam splayed with blood. There was so much blood everywhere tinting what remained of the windshield, the board and the chair, he himself was covered in blood but it wasn't all his...His eyes tried shedding tears but only blood fell. He quickly turned his head behind ignoring the pain and horror drew on his already twisted face. His elder son was sitting...but half of his body was... There was a single faint remnant of a tear trail on his son cheek. Part of his body seemed to have cooked because of some heat. He realized the beam was a bit red like it was melting.

Liam eyes were hurting as the sight of his son lifeless corpse lying on a sit drenched in blood made him cry silently still processing the horrible situation. The lack of blood in his system and the sudden shock made him collapse. Behind his seat, was lying against the door Wyatt. He had a severe injury on the head and some cuts on his right arm. Blood was pouring out, slowly dripping to his feet where a puddle of the crimson substance was forming.

He squinted his eyes open with efforts unabale to move he looked and saw his brother sitting awkwardly his head lying on some kind of metal bar. He remembered a flash of light, screams and his brother pushing him violently to the side. Wyatt tried moving but the head injury made him faint. Thunder growling furiously as the smoke from the car was soaring...

Wyatt opened his eyes again but he was met with a shark on top of him. Was he dreaming? No, that was...

The shark big hands ruffled against Wyatt's face in smooth fashion quite the opposite to his feral demeanor. Wyatt was trying to process what was happening. His limbs still numb unable to move. The taller shark had him pinned on the ground. He removed his already opened shirt and tossed it aside revealing his perfectly sculpted body. He didn't have abs just a slightly swollen belly and massive pecs, there was a huge scar going from the left pec downward under the armpit and tracing behind to his back. Whatever happened to him it was probably horrible. His arms were just as thick as those of Matthew. It was no wonder he was a model. The shark proceeded to remove Wyatt's shirt as slowly as he could while gaze into Wyatt's eyes with lust.

Once free of the shirt, Jørgen had a good view at the dog's chest and he grinned not saying a word as he leaned his head lying on his furry chest. The contact of the shark rough skin with his fur, made Wyatt shiver a bit. His hands trying to move but easily denied by the shark massive hand pinning them above his head. He made a guttural growl at Wyatt vain attempt to free himself while rubbing his head on his chest sniffing him while inhaling his scent. With his free hand he started rubbing his own groin. His member was stiffening with time making a bigger bulge in that white boxer. The shark leaned his head next Wyatt's ear "I'm going to fuck you hard, consider yourself lucky, I don't usually fuck the first night" that sent a cold to Wyatt who tried screaming "HEL-" Jørgen instantly covered his mouth with his hand and chuckled "easy now, we don't want to get any unnecessary attention now, do we? Besides, everyone is having fun at the rooftop, no one can hear you...quite a shame I wouldn't mind you screaming my name" Wyatt was horrified at the situation, his body was not responding as it should.

Whether it was alcohol or fear, nothing he thought about doing right now worked and his mouth was shut by the big hand of the shark so he couldn't get whatever slim chance of help. Tears started forming in his scared eyes as his ears went down. The shark smirked at that "Don't cry sweetheart it makes me wanna fuck you wildly" he laughed as he looked at his groin "you see how hard I am because of you" his hand let the mouth of Wyatt and rubbed his chest slowly going down. Wyatt tried pleading "P-pleas...st...sto..." he was drained from all energy and he could only mumble under his breath. The shark was breathing madly, his body was getting hot. "How about we turn you around a bit?" With that the shark easily made Wyatt change his position. Wyatt was now facing the ground lying on his chest as his back was on sight for the shark. Jørgen grinned at the view of Wyatt's butt in this short he was wearing.

He leaned his entire frame against Wyatt grinding his hard bulge against the dog's covered rear. A wet spot appearing at the tip of the bulge in his boxer the more he grind. He was grunting while leaning his head once again towards Wyatt's ear. The latter's hands still pinned above his head. "What a cute butt you have here? Can't wait to destroy it" he felt Wyatt's body tense in fear, his tail trying to tuck between his legs but pushed aside by the shark's hand. "Ah ah ah, we don't want you to get hurt too badly now, do we? Do us both a favor and stay still" the shark slowly got his boxer down a bit revealing his erected monster pulsing with desires. It was so in need that the skin around the tip was red almost ready to burst any second. It was leaking a lot of pre while landing on Wyatt's butt. The shark reached for the latter's shorts and started tugging it down.

Suddenly everything stopped. There was a huge smashing sound and panting. Wyatt was free of his movements and turned on his back while trying to get up. He could see the one that was responsible for sending the shark few meters away. He didn't have the time to say a word that the shark lunged at the hero with fury. The latter had no difficulty dodging the assault of the drunk shark even landing a powerful punch in his jaw in the process sending him down again. Although his own movements were sluggish, kinda hard to motion his limbs with this weird sensationin his body. Like somethingwas burning inside of him. He wasn't resistant to alcohol but was it supposed to be this bad. The shark straightened up and growled while shouting "Who the fuck do you think you are, scaly bastard?!" His blind anger was echoing in the room, it was loud and terrifying but the hero had none of it and looked really calm although wasted. "Fuck off" the alligator responded with a cold expression. It was so unlike him to express such rudeness that it made Wyatt think again if that was really who he thought to be.

The dog tried getting up but the numbness of his body was too great and he fell again. Barely able to breathe properly looking at the ceiling and slowly drifting in the void again.

Wyatt's POV:

All my senses were dulled. I could barely feel the cold floor even though I recalled being shirtless thanks to that bastard shark. "The shark..."my thoughts drifted to him. I was trying to remember what happened, before I found myself lying down here. It was all but dark. I couldn't remember a damn thing. The last thing I could see before the blank was me being talked to by some people, seniors, probably of one of the frat. I remember Lauren telling me she was going for the Delta Pink or something like that then I remember a raccoon face then the shark was there we talked. I remember him being funny or was it the alcohol that made me think so...I was floating in this dark space, no ground underneath my feet, no air to breathe yet I don't feel the urge of breathing. That shark, something went off with him...I was sure he was nice, I don't usually mistake with my reading of people...I thought, no, I was sure he was a good guy but something changed like his whole personality changed in a snap. "Was it because of the drink he had? Just how many glasses did he had to make him go like that ?" My thoughts were getting loud and noisy in this empty dimension. It was from everywhere at the same time and I felt like my head was about to split. "Was I wrong? Was he just like that from the start? I didn't even know he was into guys". It just reached me that he was attempting on fucking me. "Was he just that drunk ? No he talked to me a lot but not in the clumsy kind of drunken people sort of thing..." I couldn't get my head on it. I recalled having a dream before that...but it was probably just a memory...I didn't remember that before, "I was there that day? Why can't I remember?" I only see him sitting normally but my head was so heavy and my eyes just closed. Only that, him sitting, that's the only thing I saw. "Was I projecting myself because of grief?" The sudden realization made me cold. My mind slowly went to someone else. A pleasant memory, I felt fuzzy hearing his voice. His dumb chuckle that makes me go redder than a tomato which is insane considering I'm covered in fur... "why do I feel so...great around him...am I starting to ...I never had a thing for males...not really, it was just admiration...now that I thought about it, I never really had a thing for girls either that's why I was single and probably so unbothered by everything..." The alligator face pops in my mind and I smile bashfully at that... "how long since I started drifting in this dark space?" I couldn't tell. But at least I was feeling okay. I remembered him, was it him? He was there in the room with the shark fending him off. I remember his face, but he wasn't smiling like usual... "I think I never saw him angry before but why was he mad?" I thought about the situation. Sure, if you find your friend in a weird situation involving him being somehow assaulted you would freak out. I knew I would...I probably was unconscious right now, "am I? Or ....no it can't be death, otherwise it would be pretty horrible, being trapped in the void with thoughts you can't shutdown" Matthew was so much like him...I remember now that their smile is just as reassuring one another. I hope he is okay...