The Visitors (Patreon)

[EDIT: Adjusted hard cock version, added dog cock version.]

You were made to wait in the hallway, and no comfort was offered to you save for a single gilded chair. Were you alone you might have taken it, but there were others in the hallway and you didn't want to appear weak, even after such a long journey. You stole a glance at the duo waiting across from you.

A black and white wolf were talking quietly, the deep timbre of their indistinct voices the only noise in the hallway. You held your gaze a second too long, and they stopped speaking, heads turning to you in unison. The hallway was now deathly quiet. You attempted a disarming smile.

They both said nothing, but the white wolf gave a tilt of his head and a condescending smirk. Your smile wilted and you tried to focus on your other surroundings, while they remained fixated on you. The air was stifling.

The white wolf suddenly pressed himself to his counterpart, whispering behind his neck, smile widening as he maintained his stare towards you. Your embarrassment began to edge towards indignant annoyance as you pointedly ignored them, studying a nearby painting to the side. You were about to step away to get a closer look at it when you heard the telltale sound of a zipper, and you glanced back to see the black wolf extracting his genitals from his pants.

Your jaw dropped, aghast. What in the devil did he think he was doing? Before you could form a second thought, the white wolf joined him, his own flesh spilling out of the fly of his trousers, and the black wolf used his hand to press their lengths together, thickening and hardening by the moment.

This was way further than a breach of etiquette. Surely, this was downright criminal. To expose yourself in the Count's own home! Such fears didn't seem to affect the wolves, as they lazily pushed their cocks together, even as they maintained eye contact with you. They looked completely at ease, as if they had all the time in the world to goad you on. Disgusting creatures, you thought, as you pulled your own equipment out of your pants, rock hard and dripping.

They eyed your cock, and the white wolf murmured approval. He beckoned you closer with the curl of a clawed finger. As if I would ever, you thought angrily, as you walked towards him, cock swaying with your steps.