Rebecca continued her descent, her lips now exploring Gregory's chest, where the taut skin and rigid muscles seemed to invite her to go deeper. Her breath was hot against him, and each touch of her tongue was like a flame that burned through the resistance, leaving him at the mercy of a desire that could not be denied.
Her lips and tongue continued to descend, exploring every inch of his body with a mixture of curiosity and desire. She passed over his belly, where the taut skin trembled under her touch, and her lips left soft, almost hypnotic marks, until they reached Gregory's waist.
There, she hesitated for a brief moment, as if she was aware of what she was about to do—and what it meant.
With somewhat clumsy but determined movements, Rebecca unbuttoned his pants, her fingers trembling slightly as she worked the buttons before lowering them and then his underwear.
Her breathing was fast, almost panting, and her eyes shone with a mixture of joy and anticipation.
"!!!"
When she finally got what she wanted, there was a pause filled with tension, a moment when the air around her seemed to stop, as if the entire world were holding its breath along with her.
Rebecca stared at Gregory's member, which rose before her like a silent affirmation of the desire that united them. His scent, intense and primitive, invaded her senses, making her even more euphoric, as if each particle of that fragrance pushed her beyond the limits of reason.
Her heart accelerated, and a moist heat spread through her body, feeding the voracity that was already consuming her. Without hesitation, she brought her lips to him, completely enveloping him with her mouth in a quick and almost desperate movement. The sensation was new, but that did not stop her — on the contrary, it only increased her determination.
She sucked him with an almost childish intensity, as if she were tasting a forbidden sweet, moving her head up and down irregularly, without rhythm or technique. Her hands gripped his thighs, as if she needed something to anchor herself while she lost herself in that act.
Gregory, for his part, remained calm, watching her with an almost serene patience. His eyes followed her every movement, noticing her inexperience, but also the raw and sincere dedication that came from a place beyond reason. He didn't resist, didn't interfere — he just let himself go, surrendering himself to that mixture of desire and vulnerability.
Louise remained silent, motionless, as if any movement or sound could break that moment. Her body exuded heat, and her clothes clung to her skin, damp with sweat and something else — something she didn't want to name. His eyes were fixed on Rebecca, who moved with an almost animalistic voracity, without technique, but with a dedication that was impossible to ignore.
Rebecca's hands explored Gregory's thighs, alternating between gentle caresses and scratches that left red marks on the skin. Her tail swung in sync with her hips, rising and falling in an irregular but intentional rhythm.
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Glup. Glup. Glup.
The wet sound of Rebecca's throat echoed in the room, accompanied by the strong and clumsy suction she applied. It was clear that she had no experience, but she made up for it with an intensity that almost seemed desperate.
Gregory, for his part, had already stood up and leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed as he watched Rebecca with a mixture of patience and restrained pleasure. One of his hands rested gently on her head, smoothing her hair in gestures that seemed at once encouraging and comforting. Urghh.
Every now and then, Rebecca would hurt him unintentionally—her teeth would scrape where they shouldn't, or her nails would dig deep into his thighs, leaving small trails of blood. Gregory didn't complain. He knew it wasn't her fault; it was just the reflection of a raw, uncontrollable passion. However, even in the midst of that surrender, a part of him was already signaling that it was time to stop. They still had a mission, and time was running out.
"Rebecca…" Gregory called her name, his voice firm but filled with restrained urgency.
His hands closed tighter in her hair, pulling her back with a gesture that was not violent, but decisive. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew it was the only way to get her attention at that moment.
Rebecca, however, resisted. Not even the force he applied was enough to stop her completely. She continued moving her head up and down, her mouth and tongue still enveloping him with a voracity that seemed insatiable.
She continued to move up and down, her eyes closed as she moaned softly. Every now and then, a few drops of the precious liquid she loved so much would escape from the tip of his penis, and she would devour them with an almost childish pleasure, moaning and trembling each time as if it were the first.
Stopping was the last thing she wanted.
"Rebecca, are you listening?" Gregory insisted, increasing the pressure on her hair. Still, there was no response.
He rolled his eyes in frustration and looked at Louise who was on the other side of the hiding place trying not to attract attention. The scene he saw surprised him: Louise had one hand inside her pants and the other under her bra, her fingers moving with an urgency that left no doubt about what she was doing.
Gregory didn't find this behavior funny or surprising, he was actually impressed by the fact that she was trying to resist her own impulses so actively. But this was also a bad sign, it meant that it was only a matter of time before she gave in too. With a resigned smile, he suggested: "Do you want to go to Natan?"
For him, it was the most logical and effective solution, after all, even if he wanted to do something to help her, he was busy at the moment. Natan was Louise's partner and could help her relieve the tension that the high levels of Estronitus were causing in her body and mind.
However, Louise's reaction was immediate and unexpected. She grimaced with deep disappointment and sadness, turning her back and removing her hands from where they were. "I don't want to..." she replied, her voice full of frustration that Gregory couldn't decipher.
"Your levels are too high, Louise. You need to solve this, and Natan is your partner..." he tried to argue.
But he was interrupted by her, who spoke loudly and clearly: "Temporary partner."
"???" Gregory frowned, even more confused.
"Natan is just my temporary partner. He doesn't help me with my Estronitus Levels, I take this shit here." Louise's voice was thick with frustration and anger, each word coming out like a blow.
She pulled a packet of Neutritus capsules from a pocket in her vest, holding them up for a moment for Gregory to see. The packet gleamed in the dim light of the hideout, the high-grade capsules clearly visible through the clear plastic. They were very expensive, but worth the price: extremely effective at controlling Estronitus levels, with minimal side effects.
"I see… I'm sorry I misunderstood. I thought you needed help…" Gregory replied, after all he had thought she was interested in lowering her levels with a dose of Testonitus.
"Humph… I can control myself very well, I don't need your concern about that…" She snapped, dismissing his excuses.
"If a Hound's Estronitus levels are high, it's the Hunter's problem to deal with. If you'd rather take the Neutritus, I don't judge you." He continued.
"Who would?!!!" With her voice altered and her discomfort and indignation clear, Louise almost screamed.
With a sudden gesture, she threw the package out of its hiding place. The sound of the capsules hitting the floor echoed in the silence, followed by the noise of them scattering. Louise took a deep breath, as if she was trying to control herself, but anger and remorse overflowed in her words.
"No matter what anyone says, this tastes rotten, even though it's high-grade. I hate taking it, and yet I have to because I get sick every time I try to sleep with a guy. I feel disgusted, nauseous and have a high fever just from coming into contact with saliva. I hate it, I hate it..." Her voice broke at the end, revealing a vulnerability that she rarely allowed others to see.
She continued, now calmer, but still with a bitter tone: "Just smelling the pheromones makes me feel dizzy, that's why I wear this mask. And even with it, in a small space like this, I would still suffer from nausea and would have to make a great effort not to vomit,"
"?!!? Are you uncomfortable with me here, Louise? Ursghhh Why didn't you say so before? I would have taken steps to help you. Why suffer unnecessarily??" Hearing her words, Gregory immediately tried to stand up, but forgot that he was immobilized by Rebecca. Even so, he continued to express his concern.
"Why, you ask… I would love to know too."
For the first time since they met, Louise lowered the mask covering her face and turned to Gregory, revealing fine, delicate features.