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It was to Black Hat's great displeasure that he had to undergo a cycle of lust. Like a disgusting, primitive animal, he went into a heat once every six hundred threescore and six years. Normally he was very well prepared, taking extensive measures to keep himself off of some random schmuck, or worse, his own employees. But this time was different.
Black Hat was in his office, reviewing contracts, making sure that all debts were paid, be it to or by him, when he felt to his horror the effects of heat creeping up on him. The eldritch panicked, it had come a good several decades early, and with no prior warning. He went to work immediately, franticly, buying plane tickets and room at a fancy resort on some secluded island off of Greece for his scientist. Black Hat wondered if he should include the bear too. He didn't want to risk it so he did. Besides, Flug might get worried about the creature and come back early, and Black Hat most certainly didn't want to risk that.
Black Hat hastily wrote a letter for Dr. Flug, a near illegible scrawl explaining how he and 5.0.5. would be taking a mandatory month long vacation, and how there would be consequences for not going. Black Hat shuddered to think about what those consequences would be.
"Demencia!" At the sound of him calling for her, the lizard lady in question fell out from the vent on the ceiling. Despite being gradually overcome with carnal desire, Black Hat knew he had nothing to fear from Demencia. She wasn't his type, if he ever had one.
"What can I do for you bombòn?" Demencia leaned over Black Hat's desk, elbows resting on the dark wood. Her arms squeezed against her chest slightly, yet deliberately, highlighting for him those disgusting mounds of flesh. As if that would make her sexually appealing to the demon at all.
"It is imperative that Dr. Flug receives this letter. Make sure it gets to him and... I'll give you a kiss." The bribe seemed to work as Demencia swooned at his words.
"Anything for you boss." She said huskily. Demencia blew him a kiss before she giggled and scampered off.
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The next few parts is where things began to get a little hazy, Black Hat becoming a little more than delirious in his craving for sex. He didn't remember retreating back into his room, he didn't remember shedding his clothes like a too-tight skin. He just remembered the feeling of being too hot. And the knocking.
Black Hat knew he shouldn't have answered the door, but couldn't think straight, couldn't find the reason for why he shouldn't. When he opened the door he felt a sense of relief, if only brief. The eldritch pulled in his doctor for a sloppy, heated kiss. It didn't take long for for Flug to melt into Black Hat's embrace. Their saliva intermingled and was left left trailing down each others faces. Flug's bag fell onto the floor at some point, but they were too lost in each other to notice, or even care if they had.
They made it to His bed, somehow, and continued their make-out session. Claws ripped off clothes, and into his flesh. Bodies meshing, mingling, moving together rhythmically. His skin tingled with electric pleasure with the way his fingers glided across His flesh. he kissed Him again, a peck on the lips, the throat, at the mounds of His chest. Black Hat's mind, for just a moment, became clear and He remembered that He did not want this, but with a thrust of his hips, His mind fell right back into those murky depths.
His clawed hands gripped tighter on his feeble arms as everything came to a crescendo, both in their combined noises and orgasmic experience. he cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, or pleasure from pain, as His jaws clamped onto his shoulder, causing another bleeding wound. It was ne plus ultra; ultimate and perfect, yet must not be taken any further. He lay there, content for now, on top of his body. he had already gone to sleep, and Black Hat saw no reason not to follow suit.