Tenebrous Wolf

Thirty minutes later, Sasha's cheeks were flushed, with hazy eyes as she began mumbling incoherent nonsense. It was a clear sign that she had become completely drunk.

"Hic…! Can you believe that guy~? How could he do that to his loyal girlfriend~?"

"I see. So you caught your boyfriend. I mean, your ex-boyfriend cheating on you with another woman?"

"Yes, yes! I walked in and caught the bastard sleeping with some random skank the moment I stepped into his house. Can you believe that~? And she wasn't even that pretty!!"

"What did you do when you caught them?"

Sasha slammed her empty beer can onto the table with a huff.

"What did I do?" she slurred, leaning back against the couch. "I laughed. Right in his face. Can you believe that? I just stood there, watching them scramble like cockroaches, and I laughed."

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "That's… unexpected. I thought you have beaten him up."

"Right? I thought I'd scream or throw something at the bastard, but nah," she waved a hand dismissively. "I just looked him dead in the eye and told him, 'Enjoy your downgrade, asshole.' Then I walked out. Didn't even give him the satisfaction of a scene."

He let out a low whistle. "Cold. I almost feel bad for the guy."

"Hah! Don't." Sasha reached for another can but fumbled, nearly knocking over the pile of empties beside her. "That prick had it coming. I mean, seriously... cheating on me? I'm a fucking catch!"

"Objectively speaking, you do have a point."

"Damn right, I do!" She jabbed a finger at him, then suddenly pouted. "But still… it stings, y'know? I gave that bastard two years of my life. And for what? To get tossed aside for some cheap Walmart copy? That stings you know~"

"Some men are just idiots."

"All men are idiots! Present company included."

Klaus chuckled. "I am not going to argue with a drunk woman, though I would say that I'm a bit of an idiot."

Sasha grinned, though it was slightly lopsided. "Good. At least you know you're an idiot. That makes you a smart idiot. Most people are idiots but refuse to admit it, so in a way, you're an anomaly. But that's not a bad thing. It's actually one of the things I like about you."

Then, after a brief pause, she muttered, "You know… if I were a little less drunk right now, I'd totally kiss you."

Klaus nearly choked on air. "What?"

"You heard me," she teased, her half-lidded gaze locking onto his. "You're cute, Klaus. Annoying, but cute."

"That's certainly a dangerous thing to say. You're drunk as shit, aren't you?"

Sasha let out a soft chuckle, lolled her head back against the couch. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"You really have no filter when you're drunk, huh?"

"Why should I? Life's too short to keep things bottled up."

"You say that, but you were literally just complaining about wasting two years on a guy who cheated on you."

Sasha groaned dramatically and buried her face in a pillow. "Ugh, don't remind me! I was being sentimental for once, and you just had to ruin it with logic!"

"Well, that's what I'm here for."

She peeked out from behind the pillow, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh yeah? Then be useful and get me another beer."

"Nope. You've had enough."

"Traitor."

"Call me whatever you want, but I'm not letting you drink yourself into a coma."

Sasha pouted, then suddenly narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait… are you taking care of me right now?"

Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"What? Isn't that what a decent human being would do when their friend is drunk?"

She stared at him for a moment as if saying I do not believe you. It was like he had grown a second head.

Then, out of nowhere, she simply smiled.

"Hehe… I'm seriously warning you. One of these days, I'm really going to take you for myself~"

"Being desired by an old hag just makes me uneasy."

"You big jerk! Who the hell are you calling... old..."

Her words trailed off into a sleepy mumble. Before she could finish her retort, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she slumped forward, completely knocked out.

Klaus blinked. "…Did she really just pass out mid-sentence?"

He sighed before shaking his head. "Unbelievable. But I guess I should be used to this by now."

Grabbing a blanket, he draped it over her before leaning back in his chair, exhausted. Who knew talking to a drunk person could be this draining?

Klaus glanced down at his still-throbbing member hidden within his pants.

He wasn't lying when he told Sasha she was attractive. It was to the point that it only worsened his condition.

Damnit. This guy won't settle down, huh? If I don't do something about it, I'll be in serious trouble.

Thinking so, he stood up from his chair and carefully made his way to the restroom, ensuring not to wake her. He slipped inside, shutting the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

For now, he just needed a moment to solve his problem.

He pulled down his pants slightly, and then with a sound, his fully erect member popped out at once as if fighting for freedom.

Klaus stared at his… predicament. His nine inches long problem.

He hadn't really thought about the specifics before, just the general discomfort. Now, faced with the full reality of it, he felt a wave of… something. Not just lust, but a strange mix of embarrassment, amusement, and a flicker of pride. He was, after all, impressively endowed.

He sighed. This wasn't helping. He needed to focus.

He was supposed to be the responsible one and the voice of reason. He was supposed to be the friend who didn't take advantage of a drunk woman, even if she had drunkenly declared her intentions to "take him for herself."

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His face was flushed, his eyes slightly dilated. He looked… ridiculous. A responsible adult, locked in a bathroom, battling an unwanted erection brought on by a drunk woman's rambling.

No. To be completely honest, It wasn't just Sasha's hot body that had caused his problem and he knew the precise cause of his problem.

After pounding Briar's giant ass into submission, he had began craving sex.

It was manageable at first, but now, It has gone out of control and he couldn't contain it any more. The sign of this was his painfully throbbing member.

Klaus took a deep breath.

Let's calm down now. Deep breaths. Let's think about up something unsexy, okay. That always helps. Math equations? Tax forms? What about a ruined deck? Damn it! Nothing is working!!

His dick hadn't calmed down at all!

Clicking his tongue, Klaus leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection. Seriously? Here, of all places?

The whole situation was ridiculous. He hesitated, the sheer absurdity of it making his skin prickle with secondhand embarrassment.

This was beyond weird, it was humiliating on every possible level!

At this point, it's the only way to calm this guy down. This is so stupid. Sasha will kill me if she finds out.

With that thought and left with no other choice, Klaus reluctantly began stroking himself. It was so embarrassing that he thought he would die. Even so, he didn't stop. He just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.

The faster I come, the faster this embarrassing situation ends. That was his reasoning.

"Fuck! Why won't it just—" Klaus cut himself off, realizing his groan was louder than intended.

He didn't know it, but after having sex with a succubus, there was no way he'd be able to achieve release simply by stroking himself. From the very beginning, it had been a futile effort. But the persistent, painful erection drove him to keep trying.

It was certainly painful, and very, very uncomfortable.

"Ah… would that help?" Klaus muttered, realizing the futility of his efforts.

Mindlessly stroking himself wasn't working. It never would. But maybe, just maybe, there was another way.

If physical stimulation wasn't enough, then he needed something more. Something deeper.

Closing his eyes, he conjured an image in his mind, the most seductive, beautiful and irresistible woman he had ever seen.

And, of course, that could only be one person.

The succubus, Briar.

He recalled her thick, supple thighs, the smooth glow of her pale pink skin, and the perfect curve of her broad, shapely hips. But above all, his mind lingered on the mesmerizing feature of her full, round, bubble-shaped rear. Each cheek was a plush, weighty orb, so massive and firm that it could easily engulf and crush the torso of an average man.

A body built to tempt, to ensnare, and to dominate.

He also remembered the smooth, soft texture of those round, weighty orbs as he gripped then massaged them and the pleasant sensation of pounding against her, the feel of her giant buttocks slamming into his hips and the slapping sound they made with each thrust.

His manhood throbbed violently, pulsing with need.

As he stroked, a deep groan escaped his lips as a familiar sensational heat began to rise up from his crouch.

"Damn… almost there…"

Klaus gritted his teeth, his hand moving faster, desperate for release—

But then—

"...!!"

He froze mid-stroke.

His breath caught in his throat as he noticed the door was wide open. But even more shocking than that was the person standing there.

Sasha.

The very woman he had assumed was sound asleep.

She was standing at the doorway, awake, and looking at him.

The hazy, drunken look in her eyes from earlier were gone, replaced by a chilling clarity. Her gaze was fixed on him, or rather, on his… predicament.

Klaus felt his blood run cold.

Every muscle in his body tensed. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, to become invisible. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He just stood there, frozen in place, caught red-handed. Or, more accurately, caught… red-handed and otherwise occupied.

The silence stretched out like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

Klaus could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He tried to speak, to say something, anything, but his tongue felt like lead. His mind raced, desperately searching for an explanation, an excuse, a way out of this nightmare.

But there was nothing.

He was caught. Completely and utterly caught. There was no excuse that he would say that would be able to salvage his situation.

Sasha's eyes flicked down, then back up to his face. He could see a flicker of something in them – amusement? Disgust? Anger? He couldn't tell. Honestly, he didn't want to know.

Finally, she spoke with a dangerously calm and low voice. It seemed as if she had decided on something.

"Klaus."

Klaus shivered. He hesitated before reluctantly replying. "...Yes?"

"Come out here. Now."

"...Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry."

"Then why do you look angry?"

Her forehead twitched.

"I wonder about that," she said, her tone light yet laced with something ominous. "Didn't I just say I'm not angry? I mean, why would I be angry? It's not like I mind my dear junior thinking it's appropriate to do like this in my restroom while I'm sleeping, and you were also not subtle about it too, so you woke me up."

Klaus swallowed hard. Yeah, she's pissed.

Her smile remained, but it was starting to crack like porcelain right before it shatters. She gestured toward the door, still maintaining that cracked smile.

"So, why don't you come out?" she said sweetly, and then smoothly continued. "Let's have a long, lovely chat. Doesn't that sound nice?"

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

In that moment, Klaus couldn't help but think that the smiling woman before him was a demon trying to lure him out with sweet words like candy.

What exactly awaited him beyond that door? He didn't know, he knew that it wouldn't be pretty.