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It wasn't like Peter Oak had not been horny before he saw Matthew. What other reason he would have to visit a sex shop if sex wasn't in his mind in the first place? What he had not expected was to see the witch and start shamelessly flirting with him. Or that his little jokes and touching would lead him behind the counter. But there he was, holding for dear life to a wall in the backroom, as Matthew rammed his thick alpha cock inside him, making him whine and pant.

"Ah... so... so good... yes, I needed this..." Peter Oak mewled as he was getting fucked roughly, the cockhead pressing against his prostate in a way that was driving him crazy. "Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna..." he tried to warn, but then he was coming undone, his seed spraying all over the floor as the other continued his assault on his whole. "Mmmm... more... more, please..." Peter Oak mewled. Yeah, he still wanted a toy but sometimes the real thing was just... too good to just have once.

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It was always a wonder how whenever a movie played in this house, it never gets played to completion. Benji always just guessed it was the house somehow. Perhaps the position of the floorboards were aligned with energies of the dome? Or was it crop circles? No, Benji remembers the crop circles coming up in a completely different conversation. Whatever the case may be, magic or crop circle related, Benji had no complaints. All except one.

"Matt, come on~" The weretiger mewled against the other's lips. Claws kept themselves sheathed as Benji's hands rested on the witch's hips, pulling him closer as the weretiger pushes his hips into him as well. They had been at this for a while, the faint noise of a movie plot point having continuity errors echoing in the background as they did. Nails extend themselves slowly from the blood moon omega's hands, applying pressure as well as bringing Matthew closer to him. Benji always trusted his gut when it came to guys. Well, when he actually had the chance to see them instead of the usually one night stand, the weretiger never doubt what he felt deep inside. Benji's purrs grow louder, pretty certain his gut was telling him that Matthew was hard. It's never been wrong, especially with the witch's cock being pressed up against Benji's abdomen.

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His body was a vessel for pleasure and procreation, not his own but the strongest alpha. His enjoyment was inconsequential and his worth was determined by his ability to propagate alpha lines, not his own. These were the values Burcu fled to Willowshire to escape, though in the past he’d only ever run and hide from them. Burcu hadn’t made any real attempt to grow from his experiences, but in New Haven his body has woken to the potential of gratification for only himself. The modern world was filled with oddities but most paled in comparison to the temple of sex that was The Right Spot. “U-Uh excuse me?” he stammers as he bravely walks through the entrance. Burcu was beet red, practically ashamed about walking through the front doors and his eyes were feasting on more eroticism that he could handle despite the establishment being suitable for business. However, if he could learn to enjoy his body without an alpha, that’d surely be a good thing right? Too bad he was terribly faint of heart. He felt like he should be shielding his eyes. “If I wanted to shop around, do I have to walk through the aisles? Or is there some other way? The store is fine, I just lack the ... boldness of this generation.”

He hadn't expected anyone to come to join him at this insane time of the morning but here they were, a stranger was here with Louis in the hot spring while Louis happened to be naked. He was looking side by side and trying to cover himself up while his face heated up. "Uhhh, I'm sorry, would you mind turning away while I dry and get covered up? I didn't expect anyone here," he was also used to bathing in rivers and this one was a hot spring of all things so it was delicious and he had enjoyed it a lot more than his shower because it was open like it used to be back in the past where he came from.

Fidel smirks up at the witch standing above him, panting as he catches his breath from his roommate's commands. He had met Matthew looking for a place to stay. Little did Fidel know, he'd be meeting a witch. He knew even less about how much fun the witch would have with him. Fidel wasn't sure what kind of life he would have here in New Haven. His past was littered with collars of different kinds, both metaphorical and literal collars. A young virile alpha that wanted to be collared in submission like himself wasn't as popular as Fidel would have liked. While New Haven had it's share of issues, Fidel still pours one out to the casual nudity of Willowshire every night, he's very appreciative of having his choice of who gets hold on the leash.

The young wolf feels a tug on his collar, moving him closer to the witch, that shit eating grin still on his face as he kneels in from of him. That look is quickly wiped away as he feels the toy inside of himself move as he moves. Fidel bites down a moan. "I hope you're not expecting me to bark, Matthew."

Dunkan was a man of taste. He had achieved maximum power and he wasn’t one to let it go to his head, but he had been a guard of sorts before and he had responsibilities before, he knew what they were and how to handle them. The only difference was that now he could do whatever he wanted without much restrain, he did lead the pack he took care of with diligence, but he also took care of his needs and his job because being a councilman didn’t pay as well as people might think, he needed a side-job just to survive and that’s exactly what he had gotten himself into.

Being an escort was nothing to be ashamed of, even if he was ashamed of it at the start, he had gotten used to his job and fully enjoyed it nowadays. He wondered what others thought of the Canis Councilman being an escort of all things, but he had refused to train and become a cop, a job he was sure he was very well suited for, and since he had refused to become a cop there weren’t many other options left. College was a waste of time for him, or so he thought, so the only other thing he was really good at was sex. So, escort it was.

Now that he had gotten the handle on his job, he liked to spice things up for himself and his clients. He would buy different toys and tools to use during his job hours, things his clients might enjoy.

There was this store nearby, a store he thought was worth a visit as he was needing a new set of toys already. So, he enters the shop and puts on his best smile. “Hello! Can you help me, dear?” He says leaning on the counter. “I need new toys, exciting stuff for my clients…if you catch my drift?” He asks in a lower tone then, still a smile on his lips.