This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by an ancient Goddess has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.
In this chapter, Elliot sneaks out in the middle of the night to continue her sordid affair with a Beast.
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"Out again early in the morning?" Elliot asked wearily, knowing full well the answer to that question already.
"Yeah honey. Sorry, these projects have just been coming in non-stop." Frank replied in equal listlessness.
Elliot and Frank spoke to each other with their backs turned, each sitting to one side of their bed as they set their affects to their respective nightstands and prepared for bed. Their room was quiet, a veritable doldrum reflecting the current state of their relationship.
Each flicked off their table lamps, and Frank was the first to slide himself under his half of the covers. Elliot took a second longer, eyeing a small jewelry box on her nightstand. It was open, and the only thing inside was the Topaz necklace Frank had gifted her on their 'anniversary.' She hadn't seen a reason to wear it since that day. But the thought quickly left her head and the low-spirited woman crawled her way into the bedding as well.
"Ill do my best not to wake you in the morning." Frank remarked quietly as he watched his wife settle into the covers, though her own face was turned away.
"Don't worry too much about that. It's your job and I know you work hard for the both of us." Elliot offered back gently, a slight comfort that Frank appreciated.
"Okay. Goodnight then, Elly. I love you." Frank murmured softly.
"I Love you too." Elliot responded in kind, the sort of soothing voice that precedes a deep sleep.
However, in this case that deep sleep came only to Frank. It wasn't exactly easy to gage the time without looking at a clock, but after what felt like either 10 minutes or several hours, Elliot could tell her husband was deep asleep. She, however, simply lay on her side, wide awake as her eyes remained open and locked on the window parallel to her.
It'd been a month since their 'anniversary' incident. Frank had rushed home the minute he woke up the next day and all but threw himself at Elliot's feet begging for forgiveness. And in all fairness, the man did a great deal to try and make up for it, but at least at that moment Elliot could only reply in stony coldness. Frank had never done something like that before, and it left a big wound on her trust that wouldn't ever fully heal. In the following weeks, things continued to sour between the married couple. It wasn't that there were any open, major problems, but there was a constant, lingering tension in the air around them. The bright burning spark that had existed between them since their wedding had all but snuffed out.
Of course, Frank barely knew half the story. But for Elliot, that date was far more important than her missed anniversary with her human husband. The woman bit her lip and stifled a breath as her legs just barely rubbed together in her bed, only feet away from her husband. It was difficult to control herself when she remembered back to that day, the day Damian had first laid his claim on her, the day he'd long made love to her, fucked her into oblivion!
And as things continued to worsen and rot between Elliot and Frank, the more the corrupted wife found herself going back to Damian, surrendering her body to his lusts over and over again. There was no rhythm to it, no organized schedule, no logic or reasoning. She merely felt it when his instincts called to her, when his Bestial lust demanded her service. Any time, day or night, Elliot might find herself back in the Dog's home, in his clutches, lavishing him with adulterous love without reservation.
And as Elliot looked out the window, once she was sure Frank was out for the night, she knew tonight would be one more opportunity to prove her devotion to her true lover, her true Beasty owner.
Elliot carefully extracted herself from the covers, sliding silently off the bed until she stood on the carpet. She wore nothing more than a sheer lilac nightgown to bed, and certainly nothing underneath. The only thing stopping her from wandering out buck naked into the night was the concern that a car may wander down the road and reveal her ill intentions. She smirked silently as she wondered if she'd ever have the courage to just let that happen, like Nancy had.
Stepping very carefully, her footfalls muffled by the carpet, Elliot drifted away from her bed, not so much as casting a glance back towards her husband. She made it out the door with barely a creak, and soon enough was downstairs at the front door, needing only a pair of sandals to get her the short distance across the street.
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Elliot lived in a very quiet neighborhood, without so much as a street light illuminating their stretch of road, nor did any cars pass by to witness the woman as she went to pursue her immoral activities. But the moon was out in full force tonight, lending her plenty of light see by, and more importantly to expose herself for the Beasts' pleasure. The night air of early summer was also pleasantly warm, and by the time Elliot was across the street she felt delightfully sticky and ready to strip herself naked as nature would have her.
It barely took a minute for Elliot to reach Damian's house, but rather than going up to his door, she instead treaded around his lawn towards his backyard, smiling softly to herself at her master's request for her to do so. He was going to take her outside, in the moonlight like wild Animals he descended from.
Stepping around the corner, Elliot hummed in appreciation as she saw Damian already waiting for her, his arms crossed and a smug look of obvious expectation on his face. The Dalmatian's body was fully exposed to the moonlight, his tight wiry muscles cut hard in the shadows, his mottled black-and-white fur glinting almost silvery in the night air. And Elliot couldn't help licking her lips as she intently focused on his fiery red cock, standing massive and proud like a road-flare in the darkness, calling to her and demanding her submission.
Elliot slowed her walk and swayed her hips as lavishly as she could as she approached the beautiful Beast. No words really needed to be exchanged, they'd played this out dozens of times in the month since he first claimed her, Elliot knew exactly what was expected of her. And she was thrilled every time to display her obedience.
Elliot came to the middle of Damian's yard, barely six feet from her depraved beloved. Damian never lost his slight, appreciative smile, but as she stopped short he cocked his head, and Elliot even thought his cock swelled and twitched, making its' own silent demand that she remove any trace of her dignity in its' presence.
Face breaking into a wicked grin of self-debasing delight, Elliot deftly kicked off her sandals, letting her bare feet nestle softly into the cool grass. Finally answering her owner's silent demand, the wanton wife took a hold of her nightgown and confidently pulled it up over her head, casting the thin silk to the side as she happily bared her body to the Beastman that owned it.
