June 2021 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Heisenberg/Lycans – It's damn hard to find someone to fuck when you're Mother Miranda's child and not allowed to leave the premises of the village. So Heisenberg makes due with two horny lycans.

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Karl has been watching the lycans creeping closer for the past ten minutes. He’s got a good buzz going for the night, softening the ever-present anger that usually permeates his consciousness like a red fog.

“Hmm… whaddaya want?”

He pulls is dark glasses down just enough to stare at them with red-rimmed eyes. What he sees makes him curious. He shifts a bit in his loudly creaking chair, staring at the red cocks hanging between their thighs. Like the rest of their bodies, they are neither really human nor canine.

“Horny, huh? Well you’re not the fuckin’ only one, I can tell you that, sweetheart.”

He’s been horny for what feels like his whole goddamn life. Being one of Mother Miranda’s… children doesn’t make it easy to get some pussy.

The lycans don’t look like they understand a word he’s saying. They keep crawling closer carefully, eyes darting around to look for any and all metal that could start vibrating a second before slicing through their heads like a hot knife through butter.

Karl isn’t in the mood to clean up bodies… not as long as they behave. He keeps watching them; the way their weird cocks start to drip at the tips, leaving behind a line of glistening liquid on the dusty floor.

As they come closer, the two split up to crawl at him from different sides, their eyes fixed on the dog tags dangling between his furry pecs.

It gets hot in the factory. He’s opened his trenchcoat and pulled the shirt underneath up under his pits to air out his tits. He likes to feel the air on his nipples; it makes him feel weirdly human.

Karl puffs on his cigar, focusing his attention on one lycan now. It is close enough to slowly put its paw-like hand on his chair, lips pulling back to show off the many sharp teeth. It does not look like a conscious threat; more an involuntary reaction to it sniffing the air.

The other lycan is closer now as well, head shifting side to side as it makes its way to Karl’s crotch to sniff his cock.

“Hmmm… that’s how it is, is it?” He thoughtfully scratches through his beard while pushing the second lycan away a little. The first is still staring at his chest… though not at the dogtags dangling there; more at the furry tits on display.

Heisenberg snorts, but… hmmm… it is an interesting idea…

“Shit… alright. Come on, do your worst.”