The world spun in a kaleidoscope of confusion as Alex’s eyes fluttered open. His head throbbed like he’d been hit by a freight train, and the softness beneath him felt alien, almost too luxurious to be real. Blinking against the dim, sultry glow of mood lighting, he took in his surroundings—a sprawling bedroom that screamed money and sin. Sleek, modern furniture gleamed under the amber light, and a massive king-sized bed draped in silk sheets cradled his body. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a glittering cityscape, the skyline a jagged testament to decadence.
“Where the hell am I?” Alex muttered, his voice cracking with the awkward rasp of an 18-year-old still figuring out how to sound confident. He pushed himself up on shaky elbows, only to freeze as the door swung open with a deliberate creak.
In strode a vision that made his breath hitch and his brain short-circuit. Towering at least six feet, Peg was a Doberman furry with a presence that could command armies—or at least one very flustered teenage boy. Her glossy black fur shimmered under the light, and her piercing amber eyes locked onto him with predatory intent. She wore sheer black stockings that hugged her muscular legs and long, latex gloves that stretched up to her elbows, each movement accentuating her dominance. A tight corset cinched her waist, leaving little to the imagination, and her tail flicked with a dangerous kind of amusement.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Peg’s voice was a low, velvety growl, dripping with mockery as she sauntered toward the bed. “A little human pup, lost and trembling in my den. How… delicious.”
Alex’s face burned as he scrambled to cover himself, realizing he was clad only in a pair of boxers that had seen better days. “I-I don’t know how I got here! There was this lab accident, and then—wait, who are you? What are you?”
Peg’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, revealing sharp canines. “Oh, darling, I’m Peg. President of this fine city, and now, apparently, your new owner. As for what I am… let’s just say I’m the big bad wolf you never knew you needed.” She paused, her gaze raking over him like he was a piece of meat on display. “And you, sweet boy, are a rare commodity. Human seed is worth more than gold in our world.”
Behind her, two lizard furry guards slithered into the room, their scales glinting under the light. They were decked out in BDSM gear—leather harnesses, spiked collars, and smirks that made Alex want to disappear into the mattress. One of them, a green-scaled femme with a whip coiled at her hip, let out a low hiss of laughter. “Look at him, boss. He’s already red as a cherry. Bet he’s never been touched by a real woman.”
“Or a real beast,” the other guard, a bulkier red-scaled brute, added with a leer, her tongue flicking out suggestively.
Alex’s hands flew to his face, mortified. “This isn’t happening. This is some weird dream. I’m gonna wake up any second—”
“Oh, you’re awake, pup,” Peg interrupted, her tone sharp and commanding as she leaned over the bed, her gloved hand gripping his chin to force his gaze to hers. “And you’re gonna stay that way while I explain the rules. You’ve stumbled into a world where humans are… let’s say, a delicacy. And I’m in the mood to harvest something very specific from you.”
His eyes widened, his voice barely a squeak. “H-harvest? What do you mean by that?”
Peg chuckled, a dark, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. She straightened up, crossing her arms under her chest, deliberately drawing his attention to her curves. “Don’t play coy, boy. I’m talking about that sweet, untouched essence of yours. And trust me, I’m very good at getting what I want.” She snapped her fingers, and the green-scaled guard tossed her a small, ornate bottle filled with a shimmering, slick liquid. Peg caught it with ease, her smirk widening. “We’re gonna start slow, though. Wouldn’t want to break my new toy on the first day.”
Alex’s heart raced as he watched her pour the liquid onto her gloved hands, the lubricant glistening as she rubbed her palms together with a slow, deliberate sensuality. “Wait, wait, wait—what are you doing? I’m not— I don’t even know you!”
“Oh, you’ll know me soon enough,” Peg purred, climbing onto the bed with the grace of a predator. She straddled his thighs, pinning him in place with her weight as her slick hands hovered just above his waistband. “Relax, pup. I’m not gonna bite… yet. But I am gonna make you squirm. And you’re gonna love every second of it.”
His protests came out as a stammered mess. “This is crazy! You can’t just— I’m not some… some thing you can just use!”
The red-scaled guard snorted, leaning against the wall with a grin. “Kid, you’re in Peg’s world now. She doesn’t ask—she takes. Better get used to it.”
“Shut it, Riza,” Peg snapped without breaking eye contact with Alex, her tone cutting like a whip. Then, softer but no less commanding, she leaned closer to him, her breath hot against his ear. “Listen, sweet boy. You can fight me all you want, but your body’s already betraying you. I can smell the heat on you. So why don’t you be a good little pet and let me have my fun?”
Alex’s face was a furnace, his hands gripping the silk sheets as if they could anchor him to reality. “This is humiliating. You’ve got guards watching, for God’s sake!”
Peg laughed, a rich, filthy sound that made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t want to admit. “Oh, they’re not just watching, darling. They’re learning. And if you’re very good, I might let them have a turn later. But for now…” Her gloved hand slipped beneath his boxers, the warm, slick lubricant making him gasp despite himself. “You’re all mine.”
He bit his lip, trying to stifle the involuntary sounds threatening to escape as her expert touch worked him over with ruthless precision. “You’re… you’re evil,” he managed to choke out, though his voice lacked conviction.
“Evil?” Peg arched a brow, her movements never faltering as she leaned in, her muzzle brushing against his cheek. “No, pup. I’m just very, very good at what I do. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more. Won’t he, girls?”
The guards chuckled in unison, their eyes glinting with amusement and hunger. “Oh, he’ll beg,” the green-scaled one drawled, twirling her whip. “They always do.”
Alex squeezed his eyes shut, torn between embarrassment, outrage, and the undeniable heat building under Peg’s unrelenting control. Her filthy taunts, the guards’ leering, the sheer power she exuded—it was too much, and yet not enough. As her gloved hand moved with calculated intent, her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “That’s it, pup. Give in. Let me show you just how good it feels to be mine.”
And in that lavish bedroom, under the weight of Peg’s dominance and the city’s watchful glow, Alex realized he was in way over his head. But as her touch pushed him closer to the edge, a small, treacherous part of him wondered if drowning in her world might just be worth it.
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