Jenna's Welcoming
Jenna's Welcoming
LoneWolfSniper44
As the moon rose over the Alaskan tundra, the lights of Nome began to blink off in each house, one by one. Yet, while the city's human inhabitants were going to bed, its canine citizens were still very much awake. One in particular was much more awake than the rest: A young burgundy and cream colored husky named Jenna. While most other canines walked the streets in pairs or groups, she was alone.
And she was afraid.
Not of anyone roaming the streets, mind you, but of the reason she was still out on the streets so late. She'd played the day away, walking around with her two new friends, Sylvie and Dixie, but they had long since gone home for the evening. She'd continued to wander, telling herself she was just doing more sight-seeing when in reality she wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up next to Rosie and fall asleep. But, try as she did, she couldn't find her way back home; it was getting dark, and she was lost. Back in the old town, it was much easier to get home. There were fewer buildings to tell the difference between, and it was easier to distinguish Rosie's scent among the fewer, more familiar smells. Here in Nome, every building looked much the same, even the homes, and there were so many new and strange smells that she couldn't identify all of them, much less find Rosie's among them. Just as she was about to give up, Jenna rounded a corner and walked right into someone else.
"Hey, watch where you're-"
"I'm so sorry," Jenna cut in. "I didn't mean to...um..."
Her voice trailed off as she stepped back and sized up the husky standing in front of her. Well, not a husky, a malamute. He was larger than her, she first noticed, but that wasn't hard to accomplish. However, he also seemed very well-built, with powerful legs, a firm, black-furred back and a muscular white chest. Around his neck, he wore a large brown collar with a gold ring in the front. A sled dog! His expression, she noticed, changed quickly from extreme annoyance to extreme interest once she'd backed away a step or two. His blue eyes locked onto her own amber eyes and held their gaze as he took a step toward her.
"Excuse my outburst a moment ago," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I just didn't expect to run into someone so...stunning."
Jenna blushed, though she wasn't sure if his compliment was of innocent intent.
"Well, thank you."
"I haven't seen you around town until just now," the malamute continued. "You must be new."
"Um, yes, my girl and I just moved here earlier today."
"Ah, so that's what all the commotion was about." He cast his eyes down the street, as if remembering, and Jenna followed his gaze. Steele saw this, and grinned. "You're lost, aren't you?"
"Lost? No, I just..."
Steele gave a knowing smile and Jenna cracked.
"Yes, I can't seem to find my way home."
"Well, that's easily fixed." He gestured down the street. "Come on, I can show you the way, and maybe show you around town a bit more, too?"
Jenna hesitated.
"Well, I... I guess that would be okay. It would be nice to see more of the town."
"I'm glad you saw it my way," the malamute replied. "The name's Steele, by the way."
"Oh, well, my name's Jenna."
"Jenna, hmm? That's a pretty name."
Jenna found herself blushing again. This guy seems really nice.
The two walked in relative silence for a minute or two, and then Steele spoke up.
"Ah, here we are: the boiler room." Steele looked back at her and, seeing her slight confusion, added, "You looked cold, so I thought this might be a good first stop on the way to your place."
"Oh..." Jenna thought briefly of continuing on, but the heat radiating from inside swayed her uncertain mind as she eyed the boiler. "...alright. I wouldn't mind warming up for a bit."
"Neither would I," Steele said, his voice trailing off as his eyes traveled down between her hind legs, where her tail barely covered her sacredness. With great effort, he managed to avert his gaze again before Jenna noticed.
She did, however, walk quickly inside and sit down in front of the boiler. As she sat there, eyes closed, basking in the warm glow of the coal-fired heater, Steele nudged the door to within a few inches of closing completely. That done, he walked over and sat down beside her. When a particularly strong gust of wind whistled past, the door swung shut with a loud clack. Both canines looked immediately to the door. Jenna, was genuinely surprise and, as far as she could tell, so was Steele.
"The door!" she said in a sort of shock.
Steele sighed and shook his head.
"This happens sometimes, but usually..." He padded up to the door and tried to pry it open. When he couldn't get his paw between the door and its frame, he reached up for the handle and latch, but there was another loud clack and Steel jumped back. "Ow! For the love of-! Ah!"
"Oh, here, let me see," Jenna insisted, rushing up to see Steele's injured paw, which he held up for her inspection. "That looks terrible. Let me help you."
Supporting Steele's forepaw with her own, Jenna licked away the small amount of blood from his paw and then kissed it gently.
"Better?" she asked with a smile.
"Much," Steele replied, grinning widely.
Jenna cleared her throat and blushed again, taking a step back from him. Steele just kept smiling and then looked at the door.
"Well, I guess this means we're both staying here tonight," he sighed. "Sorry, Jenna."
"It's alright... This isn't the first time I've been away from home for the night." She paused and sighed. "Rosie will be worried, though."
"Don't worry, Jenna. I'm sure she'll be fine, and so will you."
"Okay..." She hesitated for a moment. "I want to thank you for offering to take me home. I would have been lost for hours."
"No problem," Steele replied. "Soooo....." He turned and pulled a nearby cushion closer to the boiler. "I was thinking about how we might pass the time in here..."
Jenna eyed Steele and the cushion, not certain where this was going, but fairly sure it wasn't right.
"Did you want to talk or something?"
Steele only half-succeeded in stifling a laugh.
"Um, not exactly," Steele said, lying down on the cushion before rolling onto his side.
Jenna's eyes traveled along his firm, muscular body, down between his hind legs; a bit of red was beginning to poke out of his sheath. Jenna turned her head away, her cheeks burning again.
"I...I think we should go to sleep now."
"All in due time," Steele said, his voice low and smooth. "I was just thinking how you could thank me..." He paused long enough to make sure she was looking at him. "I can see that you're curious, Jenna." His nose twitched and he inhaled deeply. "...and I can smell it, too."
Jenna's blushed cheeks turned an even darker red. Betrayed by my own body, she thought. Well, I might, but what happens if I say no? I'm stuck in here with him.
"Well....I... I guess I do owe you a bigger thanks than just saying it..."
"Alright," Steele said with a smile, rolling completely onto his back. "C'mon over, then."
With a soft, deep breath, Jenna stood and walked over to him. She hesitated as she neared his spread hind legs, but he quickly spoke up.
"It's alright, you can come closer; I won't bite," he said, brushing his sheath and balls with his forepaw. "You can't do this without being nice and close."
Jenna gave a small nod, and moved slowly forward until she looked directly down onto his slowly emerging cock. She looked up at him, and he looked back at her, smirking.
"Go ahead, Jenna, give it a kiss," he said.
Jenna shifted her gaze from his eyes to his cock and then, slowly, she leaned forward and put her lips to the tip of his cock. Steele growled softly, his smile turning to a toothy grin. After a moment, she pulled back and licked her lips, analyzing the taste. Steele looked down at her approvingly.
"That felt good, Jen," he said, shifting his weight a bit. "Keep going, girl."
Jenna looked up in mild annoyance.
"Jen?" she asked.
"You've never had someone call you that?"
"Only close friends..." she trailed off, still looking intently at him.
"I'm hurt," Steele said. "But I think that before this night is over, you and I will be best friends."
"Hmm, we'll see."
With that, Jenna leaned forward and kissed his cock again. Over and over, she pressed her lips to his cock flesh, taking the tiniest tip of it into her mouth. After a short while, she looked to Steele again for guidance. Despite his calm, cool demeanor, she could tell he was enjoying it.
"Happy?" she asked.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean you're done," he replied. "Take it deeper. Give it a good licking."
Jenna looked from Steele's reassuring gaze to his throbbing cock head, then extended her tongue and gave it a tentative lick. Though his face betrayed no emotions other than calm satisfaction, she saw his back legs shudder for a moment as her tongue caressed his shaft. For a moment, she stopped; then she ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, all the while looking right at him with a small smirk to mirror his own. His grin faltered, and when she kissed his tip, she felt him shiver, very obviously. Jenna smiled innocently.
"Do you like it?"
Steele looked at her with a mix of shock and disbelief.
"You better not stop," he said simply. "It's time for you to finish what you started."
Without a word, Jenna extended her tongue as far as it could and let it run down the length of his shaft. Then, she began to lower her open muzzle onto it, curling her tongue back in as her muzzle enveloped his tower of dog meat. She stopped short, still being new to the entire experience. Steele, however, was not satisfied. He lifted one of his forepaws and rested it on top of her head. Then, he waited for her to look at him in confusion before firmly pushing her down. Finally, when he saw that she could take no more of him into her mouth, he relaxed as she closed it and wrapped her tongue around his shaft. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with innocent desire and a spark of curiosity. When he gestured for her to go on, she breathed in deeply through her nose and exhaled her warm breath onto his sensitive cock. He gritted his teeth and growled, but maintained much of his composure. Seeing this, but more concerned with what little happiness he did show, she began to move her muzzle up and down on his shaft, moaning and suckling it as she did.
"Oh, Jenna... Ohhhh..."
Jenna only licked his cock a few times before resuming her oral administrations. Up and down, up and down. His shaft was warm, and though the texture was unfamiliar, it was surprisingly easy to get used to. As she became more comfortable, she also became more daring. Each time she took more and more of it into her maw, gradually pushing toward her gag reflex. The first time she hit it, she had to fight hard to suppress a cough, but once she had, she resumed her task with equal vigor. As she felt her own arousal building, though, she began to question what she was doing with a male who only an hour ago had been a total stranger.
Steele, however, had already had more than enough to make his appetite insatiable. He could already feel his arousal building toward climax. With one forepaw, he held her down on his shaft, and with the other, he lifted her chin just slightly. When she looked up at him with her innocent amber eyes, he smiled mischievously. Then, he pushed her even further down on his cock. He felt her straining against her gag reflex; there was no telling whether her moans were from discomfort or pleasure. Jenna squirmed, but she calmed as he relaxed his grip. She began to back off, and just in time. Steele groaned and let loose.
Jenna nearly choked when his cock began spraying the inside of her mouth. As it filled her maw, Jenna backed off even further, keeping just his tip inside her muzzle. Very quickly, though, she became overwhelmed and had to release his shaft to be able to breathe. To her surprise, he wasn't finished. Thick dog seed splattered across her nose and face, making her squint and yip in disbelief. Steele sighed happily as his release finally subsided. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but chuckle when he looked at Jenna. Most of her face, from between her flattened ears down to the tip of her cute little nose, was coated with his cum. Thick globs of it hung on her chin, neglected by her tongue. Jenna, for her part, simply looked up at him with large, questioning, innocent eyes.
"My, my..." he whispered in his low, rumbling voice. "What a mess we've made." He motioned to his dripping cock. "I think we should clean up, don't you?"
He grinned and Jenna nodded with a small smile of her own. Tentatively, she leaned forward and licked a particularly large mess of cum and saliva away. Responding to Steele's quiet groans and urgings, she repeated her gesture until his cock was clean. Once Steele nodded in approval, she backed off again and looked to him for instructions.
Steele rolled over, got up and motioned to the now-empty cushion. Jenna wordlessly moved to the cushion and sat down, facing him. Slowly, he moved in front of her until his nose was only an inch or two from hers.
"You're still a mess, Jenna," he murmured. "Allow me."
With that, he closed his eyes and began to gently lick away his cum from her face.
"Wait...oh..." Jenna moaned her startled protests quickly fading at the touch of his tongue on her fur. "Oh...mmm...."
Steele paid no heed to her vanishing discomfort, instead running his tongue along her brow, down her muzzle and under her chin. At first, he paid attention to cleaning her beautiful face, as he'd said; he didn't care for his own taste, but the taste and even the fragrance of her fur - oh, her fur! It only took a minute to clean her, but he knew she couldn't quite tell his progress. Feeling daring, he wriggled his tongue along the fur between her ears. Jenna laughed and tried to inch away.
"Hey - haha! - stop that! I'm ticklish! Stop! Haha!"
Steele grinned and leaned back to look her in the eye.
"Alright, Jenna. Just let me finish cleaning up that pretty little face of yours."
"Finish? I don't feel it anymore."
"Are you sure? Because I still see some...here," he gave her left cheek a quick lick and she giggled, "and here," her neck, "and...here."
With that, he touched his nose to hers, smiling. He thought he heard her gasp over the crackling of the fire. Then, he pressed his lips to hers. Jenna was shocked for a moment, then she began to kiss him back. Steele leaned further forward, opening his muzzle to interlock it with hers. By this time, Jenna was just as excited as he was, but she still didn't expect to feel his tongue against her teeth. Clumsily, she opened her muzzle, and he pushed his tongue inside, lashing along her teeth and wrestling with her own tongue. Jenna attempted to fight his advances, but he easily overpowered her. She resolved, then, to tickle him. While Steele explored the recesses of her mouth, she managed to sneak her tongue into his mouth. When she ran her tongue along the back of his teeth, Steele stopped in surprise, and they quickly pulled apart, gasping for breath.
"I've never had someone...anyone...do that before."
Jenna took longer to catch her breath.
"Oh, really?" Jenna panted. "Well, I'm glad you liked it."
Steele sat silently for a moment, and then decided that she hadn't caught his mistake. He couldn't let that happen.
"Jenna, would you allow me the pleasure of giving you what you so eagerly gave me?"
Jenna hesitated, yet she had to admit that her arousal had been growing since she'd first tongued his shaft. He really seemed to enjoy that, she thought. I wonder how he'll feel on my...oh...
"Well, alright," she conceded. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, first, turn around, Jenna, and lie down on the cushion."
Jenna nodded and did as he asked. When she lay down, she looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes conveying the confusion and curiosity she felt.
"Good. Now, lift your tail." Jenna nodded timidly and lifted her tail, exposing her sacredness. Steele couldn't help but lick his lips. "Now roll over." Jenna nodded one last time and obeyed. "Good girl."
As he looked her over, Steele felt a sort of trance come over him. Until then, he hadn't had more than a glance at her under belly fur. Now, she lay before him, belly-up, completely submissive, completely vulnerable. The boiler's fire cast a flickering orange glow on her cream-colored chest and stomach. He realized as if for the first time, how very slim she was. Granted, he'd known some very skinny girls in his time, but while their bodies looked unnaturally thin to the point of disgust, Jenna's thin stature seemed all natural.
What a girl! He thought.
She was beautiful. Her forepaws were curled up just underneath her chin in an almost pouting manner. Her tight chest rose and fell a little faster the closer he came to her. When the silence had stayed too long, Jenna whined softly as she spread her hind legs a bit further apart.
"Steele..." she said, looking up with big, innocent eyes. "Whatever you're going to do... please..."
At this, Steele nodded and crouched down with his head between her hind legs. Still, he would not start. Instead, he inhaled deeply and then exhaled directly onto her sacredness. Jenna whined once more, her outer lips puckering and relaxing. Steele grinned and then slowly, tenderly ran his tongue across her cunny. Jenna moaned, resting her chin on her chest. He licked her again, and again, each time increasing his peed. Jenna's growing moans and panting were more than enough to keep him there where he was. Her aroma was intoxicating and her taste, addicting; so much so that he thrust his outstretched tongue into her sacredness, only to be met by a fresh wave of her love fluids. Jenna's cries made it plain that she had not expected this, but she never moved to stop him. With such free reign over her, he almost lost it by losing himself in her.
Almost.
But then, suddenly, he stopped.
Jenna, who seemed to have long since succumbed to his touch, opened her eyes. Her smooth, soft voice full of desire.
"W... Why did you stop?"
"Well..." Steele began. "All this has gotten me excited again."
Jenna looked down between her legs and past Steele's smiling face to between his own hind legs, where his shaft had already grown to a decent size again. Jenna's expression fell.
"Oh, but... But I... I..."
"Hey, relax, Jenna," he soothed. "I want you to be happy, too. I'm just saying there's a way that both of us can...help each other out."
Jenna, whose burning arousal was beginning to make her uncomfortable, could easily tell what he was hinting at. Normally, she would have felt insulted and offended at the mention of such a thing. She'd vowed that she would save herself for the one she intended to spend her life with. Her body, however, was fast overpowering her better judgment. She was no match for Steele's gifted tongue, and her resolve crumbled.
"W-What do you mean?"
There came that grin again, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
"Why don't I show you-" He padded over top of her, his legs splayed on all sides of her. "...just what I mean?"
It was then that she got a good view of him. He was large, even for a malamute, but from what she could tell it was all muscle. She seemed to remember Dixie or Sylvie mentioning a sled team, which would explain his powerful legs. His dark black eyes stared right back at her, mysterious, almost dangerous. Finally, as her eyes travelled down his firm chest and stomach, she was reminded of another large part of him. His cock hung limp over her stomach, almost touching her fur, thick but not erect. It seemed to her that it was even larger than when she'd sucked him off earlier. This both frightened and excited her. She looked up into Steele's black eyes.
"Steele..." she murmured.
Steele only grinned and leaned down to kiss her.
Jenna recoiled slightly, uttering only a muffled squeak as Steele pressed his mouth to hers, interlocking their muzzles. Again, she struggled under his thrashing tongue, only managing a token response. Finally, just when she felt her head grow light and her vision blur, Steele released her muzzle and they both gasped for air. Jenna's cheeks flushed bright red, her eyes heavy with desire. Steele smirked and licked her cheek as he began to rub his shaft's length against her clit. Jenna gasped and moaned, the heat of his shaft agitating her pent-up arousal to the point of torture.
"Oh... Oh, Steele! I can't take this anymore! Do something, please!"
Steele stopped suddenly and their eyes met again.
"Alright, Jenna. If that's what you want..." He pulled his cock back and touched it to her outer lips before placing his fore paws just above her shoulders. "Here we go."
With that, he leaned forward and down, pushing his length into her sacred cavern. He grunted in both frustration and surprise. He had - as he could easily tell - broken her final barrier, bu he'd been unable to go any further. He was well-endowed, no doubt, but he'd never met this much resistance. Jenna's cunny was unbelievably tight.
Jenna, for her part, found all speech stolen from her. Incapable of giving voice to her awe, she lay back and gloried in his enormous size. Imagine her surprise and joy when he pulled back and then pushed in again, this time further. Before she had time to speak, he pulled out again, this time screwing his shaft deeper into her than ever before; so slow that her spell of speechlessness was broken and she whined loudly and arched her back, brushing her chest against Steele's.
"It... It'll never fit... ah..." Jenna panted, her tongue hanging out of her muzzle.
Steele stopped, surprised to find himself panting and even sweating a little; he hadn't climaxed, hadn't even knotted her, and yet he was panting. There was definitely something special about this girl. He had to have her. His mind made up, he dug his claws into the floor around the cushion, held Jenna exactly where she was and pushed his shaft even further into her. Jenna's cries, which had faded to gasps when he paused, picked up again. Despite how wet she was - she still hadn't climaxed - it seemed that the further he pushed the harder his entrance became; he paused again when at last his swollen knot pressed against her clit.
"Wanna bet?" he growled, gritting his teeth.
Jenna was glad for the break. Her sacredness felt stretched beyond its natural limits, but all measure of pain had long since vanished, she glanced down between their entwined bodies, marveling at the bulb of flesh against her opening.
Is that thing supposed to go inside me, too? Jenna wondered before asking Steele.
"It doesn't have to, but I think you'll love it."
"But... it's so big..."
"We'll just loosen you up a bit, then."
Steele pulled back until only his tip remained inside her. Jenna, rather than feeling relief, felt an even greater desire to have his length up her, for the joyous discomfort it brought. She whined loudly and Steele stopped.
"What's wrong, Jenna?" he said, fighting a smirk. "Do you want to stop?"
To emphasize his question, and his supposed intentions, he pulled his dick out a little further.
"No!" Jenna cried, wrapping her forepaws around his neck. "Stay with me, please. I need this!"
Steele smiled a small, private smile and leaned down to touch his nose to hers.
"Alright, Jenna." He leaned even closer and whispered in her ear. "Hang on tight."
Steele plunged into her up to the hilt; Jenna cried out and hugged him close against her. No sooner had she gotten used to him inside her again than he pulled out again.
"Oh... Oh, dog," she panted. "It's so good."
Steele only grinned and pushed into her again. She cried out appropriately, her eyes shut and her cheeks pink with blush. The heat of her cunny was incredible, and by now his dick was coated in her love fluid. It was clear through her moans and her grip on his back that she was nearing climax; he himself felt arousal rising in his groin, draining his self-restraint and fueling the burning desire in his chest. Now was the time.
He pulled back until only his tip remained inside her, then shifted his weight around, working his dick around her opening. Jenna's moans were evidence to the effectiveness of his teasing. When he stopped suddenly, she looked up at him with large, pleading eyes.
"Steele..." she whimpered, straining toward him, aching to regain his attention. "Please! I want it so bad! Put it back in... Please...?"
Steele spread his legs apart only slightly, but enough to steady his stance and, by pushing in just a little, to tease her more.
"Steele...!" she groaned.
Before she could continue her plea, he plunged into her and, to her surprise and joy, began a slow and steady rhythm; in and out, in and out. One moment she was marveling in his size and the next she was empty and panting for more. Gradually, he began to speed up his pace, thrusting in and out as Jenna's cries rang in his ears. Something in her voice, pleading and begging for his cock, drove him on with almost animalistic ferocity. Each time he hilted himself inside her, he made sure to end it with a loud slap of his balls on her ass, wanting to hear her cry and yelp with each stroke of his dick. All this time, his knot smacked against her opening, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. Finally, he could take it no longer. He crouched low over Jenna, their bodies hot against each other, and held her tightly as he reared back and gave one last powerful thrust. With a soft, sloppy - shlp! - in it went. This time, Jenna could not contain her ecstasy.
"Holy shi-!"
Steele, however, anticipated her cry and muffled it by putting a bit of her bandanna in her mouth. Still, she whined loud enough to inspire him to further, wilder mating. Now that his knot was locked inside her, he could rut her however he wanted without fear of popping out and losing momentum. His body seemed to command no less than that. His dick was now enclosed in a painfully tight, wet cavern; he'd never felt anything so good in his life and, by Jenna's muffled squeals as she writhed under him, neither had she.
Now, he thought, there's no going back. She can't say no anymore.
Jenna, at the same time, was past all thought of stopping. When the bulb of flesh was forced into her, she couldn't help but cry out. She found, to her surprise, her cry muffled by her own bandanna. Even more surprising to her was that the gap aroused her even further. And if she thought he was large before, when he'd knotted her he was enormous! All thoughts of stopping, of resisting in any way, vanished.
Steele froze and looked down at Jenna. Her cute little face was contorted in such a mix of pain and pleasure that at first he didn't know what to make of it. She groaned and whined at his sudden stop, but though she squirmed and brushed against him, he couldn't tell what she wanted. At this thought, he felt his mind reel. Why did he care what she wanted? Whenever he'd reached this point in a "relationship," he'd never once faltered. Why now? He looked down again and, seeing Jenna's teeth clenched tightly around the knot of her bandanna, he leaned down. Though she groaned and panted through her gag, he couldn't bring himself to continue. Instead, he reached up and gently pulled the bandanna from her muzzle. Jenna sighed, still panting slightly, and touched her nose to his. When he leaned down to kiss her, his cock pressed against her insides, making her arch her back and moan.
"Like it?" he asked, pulling back slightly before jerking forward.
Jenna barked in surprise and arched her back.
"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "Oh... Oh Steele, it's so big. It's so b-big! Ah! Oh my god!"
To prove her sincerity, she thrust her hips up against his, as if trying to force his shaft in deeper. When she moaned, so did Steele. Jenna flexed her rump muscles, squeezing his cock even more.
"Holy shit, you're tight!" Steele groaned, sliding his body along hers. "Ah... Oh, shit..."
"Ah, yes! Oh my god, it feels so good!"
Now, Steele felt his lust boiling up. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her fur.
"Hang on, girl, this is gonna be rough."
Jenna stroked the back of his neck and gripped his back with her hind legs as best she could.
Just in time.
With no further warning, he wrapped his own fore paws around her sleek, slender body and let loose. With his knot locking him inside Jenna's cavern and restricting his movement, he settled for jerking his hips back and forth, working his engorged cock around inside her exceedingly small case. Jenna moaned and Steele groaned; Jenna groaned and Steele moaned. Somehow, he balanced on his hind legs and used the cushion to support their entwined bodies with his forepaws. Jenna simply enjoyed being cradled in his warm, strong embrace. The cushion had enough give that she only barely felt his paws around her. It was like she was floating on clouds. With each stroke, her cries grew louder and louder, and Steele's with hers.
If he had any remaining doubt of her virginity, they disappeared instantly. Every moan told him that this was a girl who was experiencing everything she felt now for the first time. As he stood over her, fucking her, rubbing his whole body against hers, there was little physical response to his movements. She didn't match his thrusts with her own, didn't hump against him; all he felt was her squirming wonderfully underneath him. Though her inner walls gripped his shaft tightly, though her entire body held him where he was, that was it. But considering all that had happened that evening he could not have cared less. Her body was perfect in every way; if he had any say in the matter, she would be his and only his. Finally, Jenna began to squeeze him even more tightly.
"Ah, Steele... Oh, I'm gonna... Ah! Oh, I'm gonna cum!"
Hearing this, Steele put one forepaw behind her head and held her against his chest to soften her cry. As she soared to climax, she nuzzled his neck tenderly. When her release came, she seized his collar in her mouth and bit down hard on it as her first orgasm surged through her. Combined with the feel of Steele's dick inside her, the climax felt ten times better. Her whole body shuddered violently and she screamed in ecstasy.
Steele, meanwhile, felt equally amazed. When she came, she'd clutched him so tightly that he momentarily lost his breath. Again, he was stunned to realize that he'd never known this level of passion before. And her climax - sweet angel! Just as her grip around his body tightened, her cunny squeezed his cock hard enough to pull a snarl from his muzzle. The air was filled with the sound of Steele's growls, Jenna's moans and the scraping of his claws on the wood floor. He didn't mind his claws, though; he was overwhelmed with other pleasures. He loved the warmth of her love fluids around his length, seeking every space between their tightly interlocked sexes. Even as her release still flowed through her, though, Jenna found the presence of mind to nuzzle his neck.
For the third time that night, Steele froze. Her touch was so tender, so loving...
You really are perfect, he thought, looking down at her. Now, you're mine.
Then, as if on cue, she looked up, his large brown collar still clutched in her teeth. In that moment, he was reminded of her beauty. Her face was flushed a bright red only a few shades away from her burgundy fur. Her eyes, though brimming with tears, held a love he'd never seen before; those twin amber jewels held his gaze. After a long moment, Steele touched his nose to hers and whispered into her ear,
"Are you ready to finish?"
Jenna nodded. No hesitation, no doubt. Steele grinned. This girl knew when she had a good thing going. He settled his stance and jerked back, eliciting a low moan from Jenna.
Not like she has a choice now, he thought, licking his lips.
Then, closing his eyes, he began again. Despite the tight case his shaft was locked in, he managed to start up a steady rhythm. Well, maybe not so steady, and maybe he felt like he was jerking her whole body back and forth with him, but damn did it feel good to hear his balls slap against such a fine ass. And despite the tight tie between their bodies, he could feel her fluids slopping out each time he jerked back, trailing down her rump and his legs to pool on the floor. The warmth flowing down his hind legs was all the more fuel for his fire which, as it burned higher and hotter, drove him to still wilder rites of passion. He loosed his paws from around her to support his own weight as he reared back, his eyes screwed shut, grunting loudly as he continued to drill her.
"Ah, ah... Oh, Jenna! Jenna! Ah...ah...ah..."
Jenna's cries matched his, in volume at least. Though, as she looked up at him, standing over her, she sensed something was wrong. Not that he didn't feel amazing, but that somehow this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She'd fallen head-over-paws in love with him, that much was certain, but did he truly love her in return? If his movements inside her were evidence to his feelings for her, he certainly was frantic to show them. And yet, she couldn't help but wonder: Is this really love?
Mercifully, her mind passed quickly from these thoughts when Steele leaned down and nipped at her neck. She giggled and whimpered,
"Oh, Steele..."
This seemed to spark a light in Steele's eyes.
"You like it, don't you?"
Jenna nodded and whined, but Steele grinned.
"What was that, Jenna? What did you say?"
"Oh... Steele, I love it! Oh, it feels so good!"
"Oh, you like it, huh?" Steele chuckled, speeding up his thrusts. "Ungh...yeah...ah-ah-ah..."
"Oh dog! Oh, you're so big! Oh! Oh, dog, it feels so good inside me! Oh, yes, yes!"
As her cries grow louder and louder, Steele lowered his body to cover hers. And as he grinded against her, his shaft working around her insides, his panting breathe hot on her neck, she began to moan and hum, basking In his warmth. With their sweating bodies rubbing against each other, she clung to him and him to her, groaning in absolute lust. Then, he gave one final thrust and with a loud, feral snarl released himself inside her. Jenna, however, cried out as Steele's shaft began to spray her insides.
First, it was the shock of what happened; then, it was the heat of his com, hotter than his tongue had ever been. Finally, it was the incredible amount of it all; there was just so much, even for a dog of his size - oh, his size! Straining against him, Jenna kept her grip on his neck, released his back, spreading her hind legs as far apart as she could. Once she had, she felt the tension around Steele's cock lessen slightly; it was just enough to allow a slight release for her brimming cunny as Steele continued to pour his seed into her.
Oh dogs, Jenna thought as the excess began to spurt out of her in bursts, will he ever stop?
"Steele, oh, Steele!" she moaned, unable to do otherwise. "Yes! Oh, yes! Ohhhhh-"
She was cut off when Steele, whether out of passion or desire to silence her, locked his muzzle with hers. Jenna continued to moan, shutting her eyes and kissing him. Steele closed his eyes, too, but let Jenna do the kissing while he rode the high from what was probably the best lay he'd ever had. Driven on by Jenna moaning into his mouth, he gave a few more thrusts as his last pulses of release died out, grunting as he did. Then, finally spent, he broke the kiss and collapsed, enveloping her completely. Jenna grunted in surprise and thanked her luck that the cushion had so much give in it, otherwise she might have been crushed. Thankfully, Steele put out his fore paws to steady himself, lifting his weight enough for her to look up and look him in the eye. Or at least, she would have if his eyes had been open. Instead, he kept his eyes shut and simply stood over her, panting.
"What is it?" she asked innocently. "Did I do something wrong?"
Steele, still love-drunk off of her scent to say the least, gave word to his thoughts.
"Oh no, baby, you were fucking incredible. That was the best fuck I've ever had."
At this, Jenna felt a sense of dread wash over her. How many others has he had? She wondered. Suddenly, her doubts about his feelings for her seemed much more justified.
Then, seemingly oblivious to the inner chaos his words had unleashed in her, Steele lay down beside Jenna, pulling her back against his chest. He wrapped his fore paws around her slender body, working his muzzle into the crook of her neck, and with a sigh of content fell asleep. As he rolled over, he'd screwed his shaft even deeper into Jenna's sacred cavern, drawing another yelp from her quivering lips. Despite the utter pleasure of his cock inside her, the despair she'd felt earlier began to take hold of her. Mercifully, as his paws enfolded her, the warmth of his body drove away the dread chill that momentarily shuddered through her. Then, when she felt his muzzle brushing against her neck, she calmed enough to shut her own eyes, letting Steele pull her close. Finally, she fell into a troubled sleep, hugged against Steele's broad chest; and there they lay, still tied together by his knot.
To be continued...