Emergency Treatment (2)

Dr. Lila Jones' passion to help the church doberman was strong after he drank her prototype medicine.

Dr. Lila Jones locked the door to her private home laboratory and let out a slow breath. The church Doberman Loki stood in the middle of the room, his tail low and his body tense with obvious discomfort. Last night treatment had gone far beyond professional boundaries. Now the consequences stared her right in the face.

Loki cock hung heavy and exposed between his hind legs. Even completely flaccid it measured a full six inches. The thick shaft refused to retreat back into its sheath. The knot at the base stayed partially swollen, a dark angry red that pulsed with every heartbeat. He had not softened since their intense session the previous night.

She could not send him back to the church in this state. The priests would see it immediately. Questions would follow. Suspicion would grow. Lila knew she had to resolve this before anyone noticed.

"Come here, Loki," she said softly, kneeling on the large padded mat she had prepared. Her voice carried that familiar mix of clinical calm and underlying hunger.

Loki approached quickly, his nails clicking on the floor. His nose pushed against her chest, sniffing eagerly. Lila reached down and gently cupped his heavy balls first, then wrapped her fingers around the thick six inch flaccid length. It felt burning hot in her palm. She stroked slowly from base to tip, coaxing it. Loki hips jerked forward instinctively. The shaft responded fast, thickening and lengthening in her hand.

Eight inches. Nine inches. The pointed tip began leaking clear precum in steady drops. The knot swelled larger, easily two inches thick on its own now. Lila's heart raced as she watched it grow. She had caused this. And now she had to fix it.

She stripped off her lab coat and pulled her shirt over her head. Her full breasts spilled free. She kept her skirt on but slid her panties down and kicked them aside. Getting on all fours, she presented herself to him, her pussy already wet and aching from the memory of last night.

"Easy, boy," she whispered, though she knew easy was not going to happen.

Loki mounted her with sudden feral urgency. His front paws wrapped tightly around her waist, claws digging into her soft skin. His hips thrust wildly, the long cock slapping against her thighs and ass several times before finding her entrance. When he finally slammed inside, he drove nine full inches deep in one brutal stroke.

Lila cried out sharply. The stretch was immediate and intense. Loki did not wait or ease in. He started fucking her with completely unrythmic, animalistic power. His thrusts came in chaotic bursts. Fast jackhammer strokes followed by slow grinding ones, then sudden deep plunges that slammed against her cervix. There was no pattern she could match. No rhythm she could ride.

She loved it anyway.

The feral intensity made her feel completely used in the most delicious way. Her pussy clenched hard around his thick invading cock. Juices already squirted out around his shaft with every erratic movement. Loki panted hot and heavy against her neck, his tongue lolling out and dripping drool onto her back.

The sensory overload began building right away. The wet slapping sounds of his hips hitting her ass filled the room. His heavy balls smacked rhythmically against her swollen clit. Every vein and ridge on his ten inch cock dragged along her sensitive inner walls. She could feel the massive knot battering against her pussy lips, demanding entry that her body could not give.

Nine inches was her absolute limit. Beyond that lay her cervix, and her uterus simply could not take more. Yet Loki kept trying. His hips bucked harder, trying to force that two inch thick knot inside. The pressure against her entrance was overwhelming. It popped and slapped against her stretched lips over and over.

Lila came hard within the first few minutes. Her entire body shook violently as her pussy spasmed around his thrusting length. She screamed into the mat, fingers clawing at the fabric. But Loki never slowed. He fucked straight through her orgasm, making it drag on longer and grow more intense. Her vision blurred at the edges.

The overload crashed over her in waves. Every nerve ending between her legs felt raw and electrified. The burning stretch of his ten inch cock. The constant friction. The heat radiating from his body onto her back. The smell of his musk mixed with her own arousal. The wet squelching sounds as he pounded her soaked pussy without mercy.

She came again. Then again. Each orgasm blended into the next until she lost count. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Sweat covered her skin. Drool ran from her open mouth onto the mat. Loki kept going, his feral energy endless. His thrusts grew even more chaotic. Short stabbing motions mixed with long powerful strokes that made her feel like he was reshaping her insides.

"Fuck... Loki..." she gasped between moans. "Too much... you are too feral..."

He could not understand. He only knew instinct. His claws scratched lightly at her sides as he adjusted his grip. His teeth grazed the back of her neck, holding her in place while his hips continued their relentless assault. Lila's body betrayed her completely. Every time the thick knot slapped against her clit she came again. Smaller orgasms at first, then bigger crashing ones that left her sobbing with pleasure.

The sensory overload reached its peak. She could barely think anymore. All that existed was the heavy Doberman on her back, the massive cock destroying her pussy, and the endless waves of pleasure pain washing through her. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs. His precum mixed with it, creating a slick mess that coated both of them.

Loki fucked her like this for nearly an hour. Time lost meaning. Lila existed in a haze of constant climax. Her pussy felt swollen and hypersensitive. Every thrust sent fresh sparks through her nervous system. She pushed back weakly against him when she could, trying to take him deeper, but his unrythmic pace made it impossible to match.

Finally she felt him start to swell even more. His cock throbbed violently inside her. His thrusts shortened and became frantic. Lila moaned desperately.

"Do it, boy. Cum inside me."

Loki snarled and slammed as deep as he could go. His cock erupted. Thick powerful jets of hot dog cum blasted directly against her cervix. The volume was enormous, far more than last night. It filled her completely and immediately began squirting out around his shaft with every pulse. Lila came one final devastating time. Her body convulsed hard under him. Her vision went completely white. The overload consumed her entirely.

They stayed tied together by his cock for long minutes afterward. Loki made small instinctive thrusts even after he finished, pushing more cum deeper into her. Lila lay there panting, completely spent and trembling. Her pussy felt raw and thoroughly claimed. When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of mixed fluids poured onto the mat beneath her.

Lila collapsed onto her side, breathing hard. She looked at Loki. His cock had softened slightly but still hung at five and a half inches, thick and dripping. The problem was not fully solved.

She reached out and stroked his head gently.

"Good boy," she whispered. "That was incredible. But we are not done yet."

Lila gave herself only twenty minutes to recover before starting the next round. She knew the church would expect Loki back soon. She needed to drain him completely.

This time she lay on her back and pulled him on top of her. Loki mounted her chest first, his cock dragging across her breasts. She guided him into her mouth for a few minutes of sloppy deepthroat, tasting their combined juices. Then she positioned him between her legs again.

The second round was even more feral. Loki slammed into her soaked pussy with fresh energy. Ten inches buried deep. The knot battered her entrance mercilessly. Lila screamed in pleasure as the sensory overload returned instantly. Her body was already so sensitive that every movement felt magnified.

She came within seconds. Then again. And again. Her moans filled the laboratory. Loki fucked her without any mercy or rhythm, his hips jerking wildly. He changed positions on his own, pulling out and mounting her from slightly different angles. One moment he had her on her back with her legs pushed wide. The next he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind again.

Hours passed. Lila lost track of how many times he filled her. Three loads. Four. Each one bigger than the last. Her belly felt slightly swollen from the sheer volume of cum. Her pussy was red, puffy, and leaking constantly. Yet she kept begging for more in broken moans.

By the time the sun had set, Loki finally showed signs of exhaustion. His cock had softened to its six inch flaccid state again, though it still refused to fully retract. Lila lay in a pool of cum and sweat, her body marked with light scratches and bite marks.

She stroked his head as he lay beside her, panting.

"I think you need observation for a few more days, boy," she murmured with a tired smile. "The church will understand. Medical reasons."

Dr. Lila Jones knew this was dangerous. She knew she was crossing every professional line. But as she felt another trickle of warm cum leak from her ruined pussy, she also knew she would not stop.

The treatment would continue tomorrow.

Loki was hers now, at least for a little while longer.