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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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The lycans reek like the pitiful mutants that they are, suffocating Karl as they descend over him. They’re goddamn hungry for cock – and flesh… though they are intelligent enough to know that they can’t try shit with him.

One balances its feet on the armrests of Karl’s chair, clawed hands gripping his backrest and thrusting its fat mutant cock practically right into his face. The other is between his legs trying to figure out how to get his pants off. He’s not helping it out for now; too focused on the cock drooling long strands of pre-cum onto his furry tits and bouncing wildly as the idiot lycan fucks the air in hopes it’ll find a hole somehow.

Karl licks his lips. He won’t suck off a lycan… but damn they look kinda tasty. The shaft is girthy in the middle with a flared crown like a human’s dick; though at the end he can see something like a knot starting to push out of the sheath as well.

The stink of the lycan’s moist fur is all around him, closing him in with the reek of its cock. It smells salty and warm. It makes his mouth water.

He is not going to suck off a goddamn lycan… but they’re having a convincing argument nonetheless.

Somehow the wildly bouncing cock manages to get snagged beneath the shirt he has pulled into his armpits. The sound it makes is low and guttural. Relieved.

The idiot things don’t care what they fuck into. He’s watched them often enough fuck some carcasses or the white skulls of some odd skeletons lying around. Still… there’s something insanely interesting about getting his tits fucked by an animal like this.

Karl licks his lips. He can taste a bit of salty pre-cum that the lycan has managed to fling onto his face. Lifting his hands, he frames his pecs and pushes them together for the lycan to fuck between. It’s an afterthought that he has his metal belt buckle slide down at the same time, taking his pants with it until they are at his ankles.

He closes his eyes, teeth bared, head tilting back as he feels the hot, greedy tongue starting to lap at his cock. He knows too well about the sharp, gnashing teeth so close to his dick but it is difficult to really muster up any concern about them when he is getting serviced like a bitch.

His toes curl in his boots, balls drawing up tight and pulling the attention of the beast which immediately starts lapping at them as well; even going so far as to dip down to get at his goddamn asshole.

All the while his tits are getting fucked by the lycan curled over his head, blotting out everything else.

Lady Mega-Bitch could waltz right into his factory, and he wouldn’t have any idea because he is getting his chest fucked and his mouth and teeth licked by one beast while the other tries to spread his legs even wider so it can stick its tongue deeper into his ass.

It’s… good. Really good. Good enough that he opens his mouth to let the lycan give him a sloppy kiss, licking deep into him until he near chokes on the beast’s tongue. He has no idea how it manages to contort itself the way it does. He doesn’t care either way.

The bastards are eager to do any fucking thing just to get their dicks wet.

When it pulls away, their tongues are still connected with a thick strand of saliva. Karl has to breathe open-mouthed, his lungs burning. He still wants to cough from the phantom feeling of getting throat fucked by the tongue of a mutant monster but he’s distracted from it by the lycan moving further down and starting to lick at his chest.

He stares at his pecs, the fur on them matted and sticky with spunk. He hasn’t even noticed the lycan orgasming. Its cock is still just as wet and angry red as it had been a moment before… the both of them really must be pent up. It doesn’t seem like they’re going to be done with him any time soon.

The other has been pulling and nudging at him for so long that he is lying awkwardly on his chair, one leg continuously trying to kick out as he gets his asshole licked so deeply he is surprised he can’t feel that tongue creeping up his throat as well.

His tits are slick with a mixture of cum and saliva, glistening in the low lights of his… well. One could call it office, he supposes. His nipples are tingling, little spikes of sensation skittering through his body whenever the lycan’s greedy tongue slips over them. The hot cock is still dangling down, bumping into his belly every now and then. Searching for a hole to fuck.

In the end, Karl is bullied into turning around, kneeling on the ground and holding on to the chair that suddenly a dirty lycan is sitting in, thrusting its twitching, wet cock toward his mouth while the other mounts him from behind.

He can’t help but cry out as its dick pushes into him like a red hot poker. It feels so incredibly long; surging into his guts and seemingly nudging at his goddamn ribs or some shit – but he can’t complain. Not when his mouth is filled with cock as well, the other lycan being a fucking opportunist that is now grabbing his head with its paw-like hands, holding him in place so it can skull fuck him until fluid starts dribbling from his nose.

His eyes roll into his skull.

The beasts have lost any sense of caution and are just using him like a fucking double-pussy, snarling and growling at each other over his back. They sound like they’re this close to getting into an outright fight while having him speared on their cocks.

The metal starting to vibrate all around them calms them down a little. They pull back, doggedly fucking and nervously looking around them; chasing their bliss before they can be killed by any flying projectile.

Heisenberg is far beyond gagging now. The cock has been lodged in his throat and is just not leaving; rutting back and forth a couple inches and using the tight, spasming tube of his throat to get off while he is only gurgling weakly.

The other keeps scratching his hips and thighs, trying to get better and better purchase to really grunt fuck into him, though Karl is pretty sure that he is as goddamn deep as it will go.

And still…

Karl lifts a hand and starts to pinch his nipple. It feels slick with saliva, his tits oversensitive and prickling from the enthusiastic licking from before. He cups one in his palm and squeezes it, then focuses on the sensitive nipple again; feeling his furry pecs up while the beasts try to kill him on their cocks.

His beard his wet with saliva and pre-cum, lungs burning with how little he has been able to breathe since the lycan mounted him from the front. His own cock is… painfully hard, swinging between his thighs and neglected by everyone.

The foreskin was still awkwardly wrapped around the bulbous tip, gathering all the moisture that was seeping from him.

The metal around them starts to vibrate again. The lycans slow down their desperate fucking, whining as they nervously look around. Heisenberg pulls off the cock lodged in his throat, coughing and spluttering. Drool is dripping from his chin, eyes profusely blinking tears away.

The vibration slows down with the frantic beating of his heart as he pulls air into his burning lungs. He keeps pinching his nipple, fingers cruel on the sensitive tips. He gives the cock bouncing in front of him one last, slurping kiss before he kneels up awkwardly. The lycan behind him curls his arms around his sturdy hips, panting against his neck like a dog.

He frames his pecs with both hands, squeezing his nipples between his fingers as he does so. The lycan does not need much more incentive. It shuffles forward on the chair and curls itself around Heisenberg’s head, smothering his face in the reeking fur of his belly while it uses his tits as a nice valley to fuck into.

He folds his fingers across it, giving it a nice, snug tunnel to fuck while the lycan behind him humps once more. His hole is burning, spread wide on cock as it is…

But it is one of the best fucks of his life. He’ll be dripping cum for days… he’ll be able to feel the dick on his tits slip sliding as it humps him.

And it will be good.

It’s a bit of excitement in this prison, at least.