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A Woman's Best Friend (Spyke Lion x whtbitch4u2own)

She'd never seen her own man be as aggressive as Brutus was being now, making lover to her. She wondered if Brutus knew what he was doing to her and IF this even meant something for him. She liked how he tasted every inch of her flesh as he moved like an hungry machines, lapping at her skin and move from collarbone to further down the the V of her top. She could feel him making her blue top dirty and she could see it turn wet from his saliva. It was an expensive top and didn't want to constantly put in laundry. So when his paw got hold of her collar and he started pulling, she was afraid that a he'd rip her button off. Though unbuttoning her shirt didn't cross her mind, wondering what he'd do there. She tried to move his mouth back to her other side of her neck without realizing that he was on verge of breaking that first button.
 
Brutus pressed on and on, his muzzle still pushing and pushing, pressuring her top more and more with his paw catching hold of the collar of her blue top. Still, he could only think of how good she tasted, how nice and sweet her skin was, how warm it was. Brutus, being the dog he was, let his instincts and desires take hold, and he let out a low growl when she attempted to move his mouth to the other side of her neck. However, he shoved his head back down with his paw digging into her top more and more. And then finally, it snapped, the button flying up over his body as her V-neck opened even more, giving him the opportunity to taste even more of her than before, his tongue immediately moving to the new, open area.
 
Brutus seemed goal oriented in that moment. Even though she bribed him with her bare neck, he didn't move and instead, he pressed his muzzle into her top while he caught hold of her blue top. It was weird how he knew to just pull on that fabric. She didn't think that he'd actually pull hard to break a button as it went flying in air and that's when she gasped, "Brutus!" She said pushing him aside for a second but found him not moving much at all. He was busy licking new area that opened up for him to lick on. Her swells were hand gently in her bra cusps, becoming visible to her eyes, she watched him continue to lick into her cleavage.
 
Brutus didn't react when she called him, his full attention on the soft skin that had been newly presented to him. Without a moment of hesitation he continued to lick and lap at her skin, his wide tongue eagerly caressing her heated skin and leaving trails of his warm saliva. His muzzle found itself on her chest, his nose pressing between her breasts while his tongue rampaged through her cleavage, her breasts protected by her bra. Finally, after moving down inch after inch, he found them the next obstacle, and once more he eagerly began to push and pull with his muzzle.
 
It was clear that her attempt to command him to behave or push him away had failed. He didn't hesitate to lick between her cleavage as his tongue slid over her warm skin, leaving a film of his saliva. His tongue lapped at her skin while he continued to pull on her top and she couldn't afford to lose another button or get the top ripped. She managed to move her hands between them and held his palm, "HOld on Bru...." she said and unbuttoned her top all the way, even tucking out of her skirt so it showed her midriff.
 
With her torso fully exposed, with the exception of her breasts, Brutus was eager to explore every inch of what was revealed to him. He moved his muzzle over to every inch of exposed flesh as he could. He once more licked over her collarbone before slithering his wide tongue back down to between her breasts, coursing over her skin as he dropped lower now, licking her skin beneath her bra and even down to the top of her belly button, easily exploring the open territory with his wide, thin tongue. However, he rose back up to her bra, his muzzle pressing into the strip that held the two cups together. He sniffed it before gripping it lightly between his teeth, pulling on it while he lowly growled, jerking her up with every movement of his neck.
 
She couldn't believe that she was laying in her bed, in the middle of the day, sort of repeating what had happened at night. Though this was way more than that. She watched him move to her collarbone and then move between her breasts to a point where his tin tongue slipped beneath her bra and partially over her swells. She couldn't understand what she could do next and figured it was enough. It had to be. Though when he moved to her belly button and licked her there, she was very sensitive there that she almost sat up, trying to stop him but couldn't, as he came back to nuzzle into her cleavage. Soon, he found the strip that held the two cusps together and started to jerk back, almost to a point where it was pulling off of her body. She even felt him lift her up a little and that was scary so she instantly reach to unclasp the bra from behind and extended her hands to the straps would come off of her.
 
The taste that he had discovered earlier that morning was brought up once more in his brain, and he could vageuly remember the sweetness that had been felt on his tongue. He remembered how her soft fleshy bud had been exposed, how it had spurred more instinctual desire inside of him. With his muzzle between her breasts and his teeth locked around the strip that connected the cups, he started pulling aggressively. However, he wasn't expecting her to unclasp her bra, and he suddenly tugged it off, letting it go and get thrown across the room onto the floor. And finally, before him, sat her two nipples and breasts. At first, he did nothing and sniffed, staring at them expectantly. However, after the brief pause... he went back to work. His muzzle quickly dropped down, his wide, wet tongue dragging over one of her exposed buds over and over again, the heat of his tongue wetting her nipple with its saliva. Once more, he was an instinctual machine, lapping at her nipple as if it was a sweet, sweet candy.
 
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She had no idea how Brutus's memory worked. So when she unclasped her bra so he wouldn't ruin it, he was pulling so hard that he ended up on the floor, rolling over back on his feet as he stood. She almost giggled, but felt sorry that he fell, "Oh...I am so sorry. Brutus." She said but before she could move, she found him climbing back up on the bed and then straddle her like before. This time, he sniffed. She wondering what he was doing and her hands reached to cup her breasts, hiding them away shortly after he lapped at her nipples once.
 
Brutus, denied of the precious treasures that he had tried so hard to get to, was getting much more frustrated. He at first attempted to push past her hands to no avail, his nose pushing against her fingers and trying to wedge between them. That was no use. He then attempted to push her hands to the side, moving them away from his destination. He was strong, but it was still a failed attempt. However, instead of growling, he whined, his desperation really starting to pick at him. He lifted his gaze into her eyes expectantly, letting out the high cry in her face as he continued to pant. He crawled up her body to give her face another lick, trying to coax her into letting him get to what he wanted.
 
She covered her breasts from his mouth. She had some fear that his teeth might hurt her swell in some way. He did have sharp teeth but she also knew that he didn't bite owners. But she was just afraid that her soft flesh might....Whatever the case, she watched him struggle as he moved his mouth, trying to find a way around it but when everything failed, he moved into her face and let out a whimper and a cry. She felt so bad that she cupped his face and smiled, "Aww....but you better be careful!" She said grasping his collar before moving her hands out of his way, exposing her breasts for him.
 
The instinctual puppy face was something that Brutus had often used as a small tool to get things he wanted, whether he knew it or not... but what he did know was that the small buds were once more exposed to him, and his tail resumed to wag. He quickly moved from her face back down to her bare breasts, licking his lips in anticipation. For some reason, her sweet scent was rather strong here... not as strong as farther down below, but still enough for his mouth to water. After the brief pause he dove his head down, giving his attention to her right breast and nipple. Taking his wide, wet, hot tongue, he dragged it over the bud of her nipple, the alluring taste lolling about in his mouth. He really started to go on it now, lapping at it over and over again, getting it wet with his warm saliva before moving over to her other nipple, working them both in no specific order.
 
She had melted watching his puppy face. And this wasn't the first time either. She moved her hands away and instantly, she found him leaning down to give attention to her right breast. She couldn't help but arch her back, pushing her swells upwards into the air. Her nipples were soft a little but the moment he started lapping at it with his wide tongue, her nipples started to harden. She let out a soft moan in that moment. She couldn't help but roll over a little so that her left breast was in his mouth's reach.
 
The exquisite taste tingled his tongue, the warmth of her skin pleasant against every lap of his tongue. His nostrils were full of her wonderful scent, and his tail wagged wildly in appreciation of her permission to taste the sensitive buds of her nipples. He constantly grazed them with his wide, loose tongue, smothering them in the warmth of his saliva that felt cool in the air of the room. Although he was aggressive, he was gentle, his teeth never even coming into contact with her sensitive flesh. He felt as if he was in complete control, his muzzle never leaving her breasts as he gave them constant, never-ending attention.
 
It was funny how he knew exactly which parts of a female body were important. Apparently, her swells did entice him better than other part of her body such as her neck or her lips or her belly. It was obvious he liked to give it the attention needed as her both nipple were now rock hard and covered with his saliva that started to feel cooler and give her goosebumps all over her body. She couldn't help but kick her feet under her comforter and pull it on top of her, hence him as well.
 
As the moments rolled on by, Brutus continued to enjoy the tasting of his temporary master, his complete attention centered around licking and lapping at her two exposed nipples, his muzzle going back and forth between the two now hardened buds that were exposed. However, he did stop for a brief moment, feeling something move and she covered both him and her in the warm comforter that was sitting near her feet. He sat up for a second, looking back at the blanket before glancing back at her face, panting quite happily. He moved back to her face, dragging his wide tongue in a single, long lick from the bottom of her chin, over her lips, and to her nose.
 
She enjoyed what he was doing, probably more than even if it was her man doing this to her. Brutus was just better in a way that he didn't get tired of licking one spot and how his long and wide tongue seemed to cover more of her smooth flesh. He even seemed genuinely liking it. She didn't know whether this was wrong or right anymore as they both seemed to click so much well together. She had distracted him by bringing the comforter over them but when he moved to her face, she smiled as he grabbed is tongue over her chin and over her lips. She giggled a little, "YOu like this, don't you?" She said and smiled, bringing his face to her as she parted her lips once again, so he can kiss her. She moved her hands around his neck and over his back, down to the side and back over his back. She continued to caress him, finding his warm belly as she liked how warm and cozy he felt.
 
Brutus didn't understand the words she was saying, but he could easily hear the happy tone in her voice. Before he could give her another lick to her lips she parted her mouth once again, and he didn't waste any time in once again moving to kiss her with his wide tongue, slipping it easily into her mouth to once more roll right over her own, slicking both of their saliva together. He pressed in his muzzle, feeling her hands explore his body and fur happily, and he let out a low groan through their kissing, lapping up the inside of her mouth deliciously. The taste of her mouth, the feeling of her body underneath his was heightening his instincts, his arousal building up higher and higher. Dormant feelings that he had never felt were suddenly coming to light, her alluring scent pulling him even deeper and deeper into its entrapping embrace. His body was starting to respond to the strange bestial instinct that had suddenly appeared...
 
She found him lapping at her face when he easily slipped his tongue into her mouth. Once again, she found his saliva literally dripping into her mouth and she knew how clean dogs were, she didn't mind it at all. Matter of fact, they were cleaner than humans and she knew it. She moaned a little as he rolled his tongue over her, in her mouth. She found herself as if she could continue to kiss him forever and wouldn't get tired of it. How soft and wet it felt to her lips, she loved it.
 
Brutus had to pull away, panting lightly in front of her face. The constant lapping, as glorious as it was, made it a little difficult to breathe, and with all his fur it was getting a little warm in the comforter, especially with both of their bodies together. Still, the arousal was still built up in him, even as he took a moment to catch a breather. Suddenly, she would feel something hot press brush up against her skin below. At first, it seemed small, almost unnoticeable. But the longer Brutus stood there the more noticeable it become, and the bigger it was becoming, his arousal soon bringing forth its obvious presence. He couldn't help it- it was his own instinct, after all.
 
She found her mouth to be wet and for some reason, she loved it. She couldn’t get tired of kissing and feeling his thin long tongue tease her. It wasn’t long before she felt something drag along her skin over her belly and when she peeked down, she noticed it. IT. It was taking form of a real penis, bit different but there it was. She couldn’t help but stare, watching it as she freaked out and pushed Brutus away. She quickly moved off of the bed and realize no matter what you call this, it was cheating. She ran her hand through her hair, “Oh gosh…this is insane.”
 
Brutus was not expecting the sudden, aggressive push that knocked him onto his side and nearly off of the bed. He let out a small yelp before he shook it off, quickly climbing back onto his feet. Looking over at Alexis, a torrent of emotions and instincts flooded into his brain. For the moment he stared at her, panting quietly while his heart beat loudly and quickly in his chest. After a while he barked angrily at her, ending them with low, primal growls. He was left unsatisfied, demanding that she let him continue what he wanted.
 
She watched Brutus fall off the bed and quickly shake it off to only stand on his feet again. She was startled when she heard him bark at her, as if he was telling her WHAT THE FUCK? His bark had a meaning to it and she could only guess that's what he would say if he were able to speak. It was odd. She couldn't take it anymore so she made a run for the bathroom where she washed her face coated with saliva with clean water and also managed to wash her sex with damn tissue paper. She noted a thick drop on her tummy that seemed pretty much like a precum when she smeared it between her finger tips. She wondered if it was from Brutus. It had to be. It was slimy. After about 15 minutes, she put on something and decided to step out of the bathroom. First thing she did was to take a ball and threw it in the backyard, watching Brutus run outside of the house, she shut the door.
 
Brutus couldn't understand why she suddenly rejected him. From what it looked like from his perspective, they were both enjoying each other's physical company, and then suddenly she had stopped. He watched her run over to the bathroom, continuing to growl angrily. He was still very much aroused, and paced back and forth in front of the bathroom door. What was her problem? He was positive he didn't do anything wrong. And finally, when she emerged, he was hot on her heels, continuing to growl and snarl until she grabbed the ball, the one thing that could flip his anger. The moment it hit the grass he was out chasing it, panting happily into the outside world.
 
She was glad that he followed her but during this whole time, she felt as if he was a real person. The way her barked at her earlier and then when he gave her an angry grown when she got out of the bathroom, it was weird but it seemed they understood each other. She felt bad doing what she did but she then watched him from the inside as he jumped towards the ball. She didn't know what to do as he had served as a big distraction for sure.
 
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