You stare at your cracked open door, panting heavily as your body still quivers from your spent lust; your old essences dripping from your canine spade tip. You rise slowly on your beastly paws standing as tall as possible on all fours, head remaining low from the fatigue. Though; hearing faint whimpers of a distressed shewolf close by, her animal musk and pheromones shockingly potent, you start to feel a new wave of energy surging urging your paws forward, keeping your achy knot throbbing and thick.
There is no way you can withhold yourself any longer from your need. Even if your pride pulses in pain not yet renewed for action, your instincts howl to be answered; your shewolf begs to be mated. You can't disappoint her. She needs you. Needs your wild love. Needs your bulbous red bone inside her. To tie. To fill. To breed.
Yes. You and your shewolf need to breed. It's what horny animals like each other do when this pent up and stricken with heat. It's what you want. What a stud must for his bitch.
You manage to stagger onto wobbly hindpaws, catching yourself with one forepaw by the door before toppling face first into the wood or knob. It feels so strange trying to stand like you use to, your body heavy and wrong for this posture. It feels so much better on all fours, like a proper wolf should be on. But you need to stand to better reach for the door knob. Or; at least, you thought you had to out of old instinct. But your fevered mind realizes you have enough of a crack to press your lupine snout between, nudging the door back letting it slowly creak and swing.
Being entranced with primal lust you barely register the oddity of your hallway...the fact being you no longer have one. The black void stretches to your right where the hallway would lead. And, to the left where a wall would be. It's like your room has been disconnected from your own house; from the rest of world, of reality itself.
But you do see A door in front of you. It's a small distance away, but it's not far either. It looks like another plain door with a plain knob, nothing too suspicious about it...other than being another random door in the middle of this void. You don't really understand if your animal night vision is helping you see this door in the dark in the first place, or if there is some measure of light shining somewhere above that you can't see.
Soft whines and yelps perk up your lupine ears, confirming the anxious noises are coming from behind this random door in the middle of the void. Your shewolf. So impatient to keep her waiting any longer you don't bother to test the black void, no thought of preservation that the floor ahead could be nothing but a black pit. Thankfully; the black floor is solid not impeding you at all as you hurry across and reach the plain door.
You hit the frame with a thud forgetting to slow down on your approach, your beastly claws raking at the door as you pant and howl calling out to your shewolf, believing it is indeed the same from the stream; the very wolf that acknowledged you and beckoned you to join her. The very bitch that needs her stud to rut and breed. You growl, frustrated that the door remains banging with your heavy forepaws, wanting to break this obstruction down and get to your shewolf.
The tumblers click and move. You pause and reel back your animal aggression looking down to the turning knob. You realize that the door is about to open. You shake your head, recalling some composure as you step a little back. You continue to stand on you hindpaws, your forearms and paws tucked close to your chest, panting excitedly; tail whipping happily, as you watch the knob finish turning. The door opening.