PART 5 Ft. Lee Mijoo (Ex Lovelyz) X Beast/Animal/Monster#5: Great Dane
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The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the windows and the soft clink of ice melting in the glass Mijoo still held. The party had ended hours ago. Her friends had piled into taxis laughing and loud, leaving her alone in the living room with the leftover bottles and the heavy, restless heat that the pills and the alcohol had left burning under her skin. She had wanted someone rough that night. Someone who would not ask questions or be careful. No one at the party had matched the hunger that was still clawing at her.
She kicked off her heels and stripped out of the black zip-up hoodie, leaving only the tight black crop top that barely covered her breasts and the matching high-waisted leggings that clung to her hips and thighs. Her long brown hair fell loose around her shoulders as she dropped onto the couch, the glass forgotten on the table. Between her legs the ache was sharp and insistent. She slid one hand down the front of the leggings and pressed her fingers against her already soaked pussy, rubbing slowly while her other hand pushed the crop top up so she could pinch a nipple.
A low, wet sound came from the hallway. Max, her Great Dane, padded into the living room on heavy paws. He was massive even for his breed—broad chest, long powerful legs, the black-and-white spotted coat shining under the apartment lights. The red bandana around his neck was the only soft thing about him. His dark eyes fixed on her immediately. The thick pink length of his cock was already half out of its sheath, swinging heavily between his hind legs as he walked. He had been restless all evening, pacing and whining whenever she left the room. Now the scent of her open arousal hit him fully.
Mijoo’s hand stilled. She stared at the dog’s cock as it continued to drop and harden, the pointed tip glistening, the shaft thickening until it was longer and heavier than any man she had taken that night. The alcohol and the drugs made the decision feel simple. She wanted something nasty. Something that would not talk back or leave in the morning. Something that would just take.
“Come here,” she said, voice thick and slurred. “Come show me what you’ve got.”
Max crossed the room in three long strides and stopped between her spread knees. Mijoo sat forward on the edge of the couch and wrapped both hands around the warm, slick shaft. It was hot and heavy, the skin smooth and already leaking clear fluid. She stroked him slowly from the thick base to the tapered tip, watching the way the knot at the root began to swell under her fingers. Max’s hips jerked forward into her grip. A low, almost human groan rumbled in his chest.
She leaned down and dragged her tongue along the underside of the cock, tasting salt and musk. Then she opened her mouth and took the pointed head past her lips. The size forced her jaw wide. She could only manage a few inches before the thickness pressed against the back of her throat, but she worked what she could, sucking hard while her hands stroked the rest of the length that would never fit. Spit ran down the shaft and over her fingers. Max’s front paws planted on either side of her on the couch cushions as he began to thrust shallowly into her mouth, the instinctive fucking motion of a dog who had found something warm and wet.
Mijoo pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip. She stood on unsteady legs, shoved the leggings and the thin black panties down in one motion, and kicked them aside. Completely bare from the waist down, she turned and dropped to her hands and knees on the thick living-room rug, ass raised high, knees spread. The crop top was still shoved up under her breasts.
“Mount me,” she ordered, the words rough. “Fuck your drunk owner like the horny bitch she is tonight.”
Max needed no further encouragement. He climbed over her in one smooth motion, heavy front paws landing on the rug beside her shoulders, the solid weight of his chest settling across her lower back. The long, slick cock dragged along the cleft of her ass, then lower, the pointed tip finding the soaked entrance of her pussy without help. He thrust once—hard and deep—and the entire length buried itself inside her in a single powerful stroke.
Mijoo’s cry was loud and broken. The stretch was immediate and brutal. He was thicker than she had expected, the pointed shape forcing her walls open as it drove all the way to the growing knot at the base. Her arms shook under the weight of him. Max began to fuck her with the short, rapid thrusts typical of a dog in heat, hips snapping forward again and again, the wet slap of his sheath against her ass filling the quiet apartment. Each thrust drove the thick shaft deep enough that she felt the pressure against her cervix.
“Fuck—yes—just like that,” she gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Use me. I’m so fucking drunk and so fucking empty and you’re the only thing big enough to fill it. Breed your owner’s cunt like you own it.”
The knot at the base of his cock began to catch at her entrance with every outward pull. Mijoo reached back with one hand and spread her own cheeks wider, helping him. On the next hard thrust the swollen knot forced past her entrance with a thick, stretching pop and locked inside her. Max’s hips continued their rapid, shallow grinding even while tied, the pressure of the knot grinding against her walls. Hot, heavy pulses of cum began to flood her almost immediately—thick ropes that painted her insides in long, rhythmic jets. The volume was more than any human partner had ever given her. She felt it filling her, the heat spreading deep.
She came hard around the locked knot, cunt clenching and milking him while she moaned into the rug. Max kept pumping through her orgasm, the last of his load still spurting inside her. They stayed tied for several long minutes, the dog’s weight heavy across her back, his breathing loud above her ear. When the knot finally softened enough for him to pull free, a thick river of mixed cum followed the cock out of her and ran down her inner thighs onto the rug.
Mijoo did not give him time to recover. She rolled onto her back, still panting, and pulled the dog’s head down between her spread legs. Max’s broad tongue cleaned the mess from her folds in long, thorough strokes, the rough texture making her hips jerk. When she was somewhat cleaner she pushed him back, then rose onto her knees and guided his still-hard cock toward her face again. She took him into her mouth once more, tasting her own cum mixed with his, and sucked greedily while her hands stroked the thick shaft and the swelling knot.
After a few minutes she pulled off, turned around, and presented her ass this time. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks, showing him the tight, untouched entrance above her still-dripping pussy.
“Here,” she said, voice raw. “Take my ass too. I want every hole used tonight.”
Max mounted her again without hesitation. The pointed tip of his cock pressed against her tight anal ring. Mijoo pushed back and forced herself to relax as the thick head slowly stretched her open. The burn was sharp and deep. Inch by inch the long shaft forced its way into her ass until the knot once again pressed against the rim. Max began to thrust, the motion shorter and more urgent now that he was buried in the tighter channel. Mijoo’s arms gave out and she dropped to her elbows, forehead pressed to the rug, ass still elevated and fully claimed.
“Fuck my ass,” she moaned, the words half-slurred. “Ruin it. I’m just a drunk slut who couldn’t find a man rough enough so I let my own dog split me open. Look at me—taking dog cock in both holes like I was made for it.”
The knot forced its way past her rim on a particularly hard thrust and locked inside her ass. Max’s hips ground against her as the second heavy load of the night began to pump deep into her bowels. The pressure was intense, the heat of his seed filling her in thick, continuous pulses. Mijoo came again from the sheer fullness and the dirty knowledge of what was happening, her empty pussy clenching around nothing while her ass milked the locked knot.
When he finally pulled free, more cum leaked from her stretched hole and joined the mess already coating her thighs. She stayed on her knees for a long moment, breathing hard, then slowly turned and sat back on the rug. Max’s cock was still half-hard and glistening. She wrapped both hands around it again and stroked him slowly, watching the way the knot pulsed under her fingers.
“One more,” she whispered. “Give me one more in my cunt. I want to feel you leak out of me all night.”
She lay back on the rug, knees pulled up and spread wide, and guided the thick cock back to her pussy. Max mounted her from the front this time, his heavy body covering hers, front paws planted on either side of her shoulders. The long shaft sank into her cum-slick entrance with ease. He fucked her with the same rapid, instinctive rhythm, the wet sounds louder now that both of them were soaked. Mijoo wrapped her legs loosely around his flanks and held on, the crop top still shoved up under her breasts, her long hair spread across the rug.
She talked the entire time—filthy, drunken, unbroken dirty talk that mixed self-disgust with pure hunger. She told him how good it felt to be used by something that could not judge her. She told him she wanted his cum in every hole so she would still feel it when she woke up hungover and alone. She told him she was never going to look at him the same way again after tonight.
The third knot locked deep in her pussy and the final heavy load flooded her already full womb. Mijoo’s orgasm this time was slower and deeper, her body trembling under the weight of the Great Dane as he emptied the last of himself inside her. They stayed tied for a long time afterward, Max’s heavy head resting near her shoulder, his breathing gradually slowing. When the knot finally slipped free, a thick stream of white cum followed and pooled beneath her on the rug.
Mijoo lay there in the mess, legs still open, one hand resting lightly on her lower belly where the heat of his seed still sat heavy. The apartment was quiet again except for the soft sound of the dog settling beside her. The alcohol and the drugs were still warm in her blood, the ache between her legs deep and thoroughly satisfied. She reached out and stroked the soft fur of Max’s neck, fingers sliding under the red bandana.
Tomorrow she would clean the rug and shower and pretend none of it had happened. Tonight she stayed exactly where she was, naked and leaking on the living-room floor with her Great Dane pressed against her side, already half-asleep and fully claimed.
