Stud Service

1. Professional Courtesy

Nathan let out an involuntary grunt as his knot finally popped into the human woman beneath him. The black-furred wolf had all but folded her in half in the end, shoving her knees all the way up against her shoulders so he could put his full weight behind his cock. His balls throbbed in time to the strong pulses of cum being unleashed inside of her. He took a curated cocktail of supplements and hormones to maximize the volume of semen he could produce, and as a result, the fluid splashing deep inside her was faintly audible even under the heavy breathing and the woman's sobbing whimpers of orgasm. Tongue lolling from a parted, panting muzzle, he opened his eyes to peer down at her.

She was fairly typical of a human woman. Late 20s. Dark brown hair. A little more than five feet tall. She had modest breasts and carried a little extra weight, but in a way that only enhanced her femininity. Her eyes were closed and she had thrown her head back during her last orgasm. She looked exhausted. Her husband, a slender ocelot who might have been a little over five feet tall, was holding her hand, a shell-shocked expression in his eyes as he stared at where his wife's genitals met the wolf's. Nathan's knot had stretched her wide open, and a slight ridge was visible in her lower abdomen. As Nathan followed the feline's eyes, it became clear what he was looking at. He offered a half smile to the husband, but the man didn't notice.

It took a full twenty minutes for his knot to deflate enough for him to pull out. He still had to all but peel the woman off him. She came again while he did it, but Nathan, short on patience (and needing to prepare for his next appointment) forced the issue. An obscene popping sound accompanied his withdrawal. A thick stream of white fluid immediately surged out of her along with his cock. The wolf admired his handy work for a few heartbeats, then looked up to where the husband was once again staring between his legs. Even without the knot, the wolf's cock had more girth than the cat's forearm. Making eye contact with the other male, Nathan gave him a knowing wink, then stood and walked over to a nearby rack where a warm towel and a robe were waiting for him.

"I'll be surprised if that one doesn't take," the wolf said as he casually cleaned their combined juices from his cock. "But if the tests are still negative in a week, feel free to make another appointment." The woman was still dazed, but she'd regained some of her faculties. Her eyes went from her husband to the wolf.

"Y-You're so big," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his softening penis.

Like most predator species, he'd been blessed with a bulky physique. Counting the ears, he was more than seven feet tall and he weighed more than three hundred pounds. Thanks to the strict nutrition and fitness regimen required by his contract, nearly all of that was muscle. But he knew she wasn't talking about his body.

The woman was supposed to be one of the best young poets of the century. She'd published six books, won several prestigious awards, and was known for her eloquence. And thirty minutes with him had reduced her to a babbling, quivering mess.

"True, but I'm told the knot's what makes my success rate so high. My manager knows all the statistics and biology shit. I don't really care how it works. The important part is that after three sessions, my rate is almost 100%. Though I have a feeling you'll be a one-and-done case. Your pussy practically sucked me in."

He'd expected the blush. He wasn't prepared for the way her eyes had lit up when he'd said 'pussy'.

"Pussy," she repeated as if tasting the word. "I... usually lecture my students when they say that, but there's something about your voice..."

"Really?" He lowered his voice as he enunciated the syllables. "Puss-see."

She visibly shuddered. Damn, he was getting hard again. But he had two more clients to see to today. "Well..." he paused as he tried to remember this one's name. "Juliet, right?"