When I was done, my c*ck was still hard. The beast in wasn’t finished. It wanted more. It wanted to fill her up so much she would forget everything else.
So I started again.
I didn’t stop. I just kept fucking her, going for another orgasm, and then another.
The pleasure all mixed together into one long, amazing feeling. I lost count of how many tis I ca. My body was just running on instinct, like an animal that needed to fuck until there was nothing left. The room, her, everything beca a blurry, red fog.
Soon, my vision started to get weird. Everything looked fuzzy. A buzzing sound filled my head, getting louder and louder with every push.
My body felt heavy and my movents got sloppy.
The buzzing in my head turned into a loud roar. The blur in my vision turned to black, closing in until I couldn’t see anything.
Last thing I felt was my c*ck still inside her. Then, nothing. My whole world just shut off. I blacked out completely, falling on top of her like a heavy rock.
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I opened my eyes. The world was a blur , and my head was pounding.
Pushing myself up, my muscles scread in protest. When my hand rose to my face, it was just human—no fur, no claws. I was back in my own skin.
I looked around the room. The blood from our violent encounter was gone.
The only wetness left was the cold sweat covering my body, and the air still hung thick with the musky, lingering sll of our... let’s just say overly passionate ti .
What I did was a unique and damn good experience. But halfway through, I lost all control.
This wasn’t just about my uncontrolled lust for won. The way my beast form took over, the way it needed to dominate her-- that was part of the simulation.
The real Remus would have pinned her down and done the sa thing anyway. It wasn’t a choice; it was just nature taking over.
Instead of feeling guilty, I told myself to just be glad I got to experience a furry fantasy that only existed only in doujins with unique fetish.
Besides, she walked away without hurting , so she probably didn’t mind that much.
’Where is she?’ I muttered to myself.
My noise twitch. The lingering musky sll was still there, but beneath it, I could track her unique, sweet fragrance like a bloodhound.
I followed it, and the trail led to a door I hadn’t noticed before, one that opened into a basent.
But it wasn’t just an underground room. It was a long, stone corridor, far too large to fit under the house.
It was damp, and felt completely disconnected from the world above. I followed her scent down the echoing hallway until I reached a heavy tal door. I pushed it open and stopped.
She was there, kneeling on the cold stone floor. Praying to a strange, deford statue of a woman holding a creepy looking baby. The statue was unnerving, the figures’ faces twisted in silent agony.
"You actually managed to turn back into a human." She spoke without turning around.
"Isn’t that a good thing?" I replied, my voice rough.
"More than you think," she said, finally turning her head to look at . Her eyes were normal again. "I gave that liquid to hundreds of people already. Most of them either die or completely turn into a monster."
I leaned against the doorfra, my arms crossed. "Let guess, you’re also one of those who took it, right? If that’s the case, does it an you can also turn into a half-wolf?"
A small, sad smile touched her lips.
"I took it long ago," her voice echoed slightly in the stone room. "But no, I don’t turn into a wolf." She paused, her gaze drifting back to the deford statue.
"The liquid... it doesn’t just change you. It shows you what’s already inside you. It amplifies your true self until it takes over completely."
She turned back to , her eyes holding a deep, knowing look.
"Your soul was already wild, untad. The wolf was already in your heart. So the liquid gave you claws and fangs." She gestured vaguely towards herself. "Mine... it was sothing else entirely."
Silence stretched between us.
Back in my old world, there was a theory that all living things ca from one source, then split into different species over ti.
Because of that, every creature shared bits of DNA. Not enough to turn soone into an animal, but enough to show that everything started from the sa place.
If the vial hit the right part of my genes, maybe it pushed out those beast like DNA—sothing built into humans long before we beca what we are now.
It wasn’t realistic by normal rules, yet it made the whole thing feel a little less crazy. A little easier to accept.
"Where exactly did you get that dicine?"
She gave a short glance my way.
"It’s from a place I found long ago while searching for the truth of this world... a place shaped by beings far beyond anything mortals can understand. It’s from a tall tow—"
She stopped mid‑sentence, her mouth still half‑open.
A faint crackle rippled through the air.
Then the world around dimd—not all at once, but like soone slowly lowering a curtain.
The light faded.
The sound softened.
Her face blurred.
By the ti the last detail slipped away, I was already drifting out of the simulation.
A slow blink later, I was back in the panic room.
’Did she an a tower?’
The thought lingered as I sat there, trying to steady myself.
Sothing about these simulations felt off. They acted too real—the people, the emotions, even the small details no simulation should bother with. It pushed to wonder if they weren’t just coded scenarios at all.
Maybe they were pieces of actual worlds.
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