[Story]
Kyrn, a Houndoom working as a guard dog, apprehended Liepard who had attempted to attack a client late at night.
That Liepard was a villain named Rielle, an adversary Kyrn and she had faced countless times before.
Facing certain death or imprisonment by either the police or the client, Rielle needed to escape this desperate situation. She made him a proposal.
"If you let me go, I'll let you fuck me."
Even faced with her honey trap, Kyrn appeared utterly unmoved. She thought her gamble had failed. Yet immediately afterwards, his heavy, muscular frame came crashing down upon her. Startled by his weight and the suddenness of it, she gasped.
Cool yet demonically burning, Kyrn's eyes fixed on her as he licked her neck. It was a thrilling caress, uncertain when he might tear her throat out. Rielle felt something hard and thick pressing against her hips, instantly understanding what it was.
Their sex was hot and fierce, like ferocious predators fighting to devour each other. Kyrn gripped her hips, devouring her small cunt, while Rielle clutched his balls and thick cock, both greedily consuming each other's desire. They were intoxicated by the mind-melting pleasure emanating from between their legs, greedily devouring the enemy's crotch, which gave off a dizzying scent. They changed positions as roughly as wrestlers, only the lewd temperature of their fluids and their moans echoing through the wide, late-night corridor.
Truth be told, they could have ambushed each other at any moment. Yet they did not. As if their mutual hostility had been replaced by lust, as if a blood-spattered battle had been replaced by sex drenched in lewd fluids, as if targeting each other's vital points had been replaced by connecting their pleasure points.
After countless life-or-death battles, they couldn't say whether a kind of rivalry-turned-intimacy had blossomed between them. Yet, exposing their shameful parts, voices, and faces to enemies who should have killed each other, immersing themselves in the polar opposite of combat, held a sinful ecstasy.
Did similar things happen in sex with opponents whose fighting prowess was evenly matched?
Whether that was true remained unclear, but at the very least, their physical compatibility seemed exceptional. Rielle's tight, small vagina squeezed Kyrn's penis relentlessly, while Kyrn doggedly rubbed her vaginal walls with his penis, giving her no respite, driving her relentlessly.
They had no time to marvel at the unexpected sight of their enemy lost in pleasure; together, they climbed to the forbidden heights of ecstasy.
Still basking in the afterglow of orgasm, the exhausted pair lay side by side, their bodies heavy as lead.
Kyrn's penis, not yet fully retracted, lay wedged between Rielle's thighs, and the fluids scattered around them gave off the scent of sex.
In the end, they neither attacked their exhausted enemy nor broke their promise. Though they usually betrayed and deceived each other, this time they did not. Whether sex had stirred intimate feelings toward their enemy, or whether the satisfaction exceeded the mission's purpose, the reason was unclear. Yet as they parted in the midnight darkness without a word, somewhere deep within them, there was undoubtedly a lingering hope for the next time.
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[Note]
Sorry for the wait.
When I draw NSFW artwork, I imagine all sorts of things about the character's personality and their relationship with others while drawing, so the artwork ends up being quite extensive. Even then, some parts that couldn't be fully captured get turned into short stories.
This time, I omitted the character's color scheme. I realized that if I assigned specific colors here, I'd also need to adjust the lighting to maintain consistency, so it turned out to be a good decision. (Even so, a 4-page comic was definitely over.)
By the way, in an alternate story version, I considered ending with Rielle being arrested after getting trapped by Kyrn's knot. Ultimately, I chose an ending that hints at romance and a continuation.
Also, this time I consciously aimed for a layout that can be read vertically, like a webcomic.