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"I just... I refuse to just roll over and let some guy have me!" the vixen growled. She had been battling with this idea for months now. She'd seen a number of he finished products from the company, including a rather sensual bit with a stallion prince, but her reservations had yet to case. "I just feel like I'm going to get stuck with some guy who doesn't really appreciate the gravity of what he's doing. I mean I know I'm never going to see him again and I know he's literally just a sperm donor but it's just..."

"You want it to be special" the wolfess finished for her.

"Yea!" she growled "is that too much to ask?" River had been going back and forth with Iris, the company's most popular consultant, for weeks now. Every time she thought she was close to a decision she got a sudden sinking sensation in her stomach. More then once in her past she had felt used by her partners. Even when she dated another girl for a while, she wound up being 'just a phase' that she had to go through. Every single time, the vixen was left feeling crushed and worthless. What was worse, she started to develop a craving for it in the physical sense. She wanted to feel dominated, used, owned, but only on her terms. The few times she'd tried to branch out and find someone it had ended even worse. The poor girl was a mess of guilt, desire, and just the overall need to be satisfied with a partner for once. She slumped her head down against the desk with a soft whine "why does this have to be so difficult? Why am I so awful?" Her long ears drooped down, reaching beyond either end of the desk. She was a cute little vixen, petite of body but certainly not in spirit. She had silky black fur marked with white hear or there and lovely teal eyes.

"There's no shame in being particular" the wolfess replied. Her own amber gaze was warm, caring. She had been in this business for a long time and had always enjoyed helping women find the right male to give them a child. Especially in such a deliciously fun and exciting way. It was unique and she was certainly proud to have created it. It helped that she was a sex fiend and absolutely loved everything about it of course. "River, I told you we would find you the right person and we will! There are girls who wait YEARS for the right one."

"Yea but who the hell are you going to find who's okay with being a super aggressive dom and yet NOT making me feel like a piece of shit for it?" she whimpered, rolling her head to peek up at her from the unhidden side of her face.

"Well if you hadn't started this meeting with 30 minutes of whining I'd have been able to tell you that... he's a very handsome male and he's looking for a one off" Iris replied, grinning at her mischievously.

River sat bolt upright so fast her hair fluttered and exposed the scars on one side of her face briefly. She processed this and then narrowed her eyes on the wolfess and growled "you're a bitch sometimes you know that? You let me sit here and bitch and moan for 30 minutes when you FOUND someone?!"

"Yep" Iris giggled in return "couldn't help it, you're so adorable."

"Shut up" River muttered, glancing away. Her cheeks were flushing though and she squirmed before finally muttering "you going to tell me more about him or what?"

"He's looking for a fight" she replied "he wants to best someone and then fuck the ever loving bejesus out of them. He described it as some pent up primal need to hunt and claim his prey. But he's also open to losing. He actually had a theme planned out and everything and if you're interested..." She reached into her desk and pulled out a piece of paper, sliding it over to the vixen to read. It was a layout of how he would like the scene to play out, in rather... explicit detail.

"This... This wow... ummm..." River bit her lip "this is really good. I mean really, really good. And this was him? Not you?"

"I didn't have a word in it" Iris replied with a smirk "as soon as I saw it and met him I had a feeling it would perk your interests. He's a rather charming young man and he just wants to have the experience of a lifetime that he can remember forever. Something this special would certainly fit that bill don't you think? And certainly... with the right partner."

"Oh stop it" River grumbled "you're just trying to get me all fired up like I have something to prove. This is where I say 'Hell yea! I would rock his world!' right? Well it's not gonna happen." She looked back down at the description and flushed, biting her lip and squirming some. "I would though..." she muttered "I would be unforgettable."

"Of course you would" Iris cooed softly "but only if you choose him. If not well..." She shrugged and then reached over to take the paper back but River snatched it closer.

"I'll do it" she growled, glaring at her "but don't think for one second you manipulated me into this MISSY!"

"I wouldn't dream of it" the wolfess said with a smirk.

"Good!" River snapped, but her eyes were gleaming. She stood up and grabbed her bag saying "set up the appointments, and make sure the costumes are spot on... I want the one you showed me last week, with the feathers."

"Of course" Iris said as she stood up "I'll make all the arrangements, don't worry. Are you sure this is the one you*"

"I'm sure" River cut her off, biting her lip "I want a child Iris. I want one more then anything in the whole world and this... this could be just the shove I need to finally take that step. Even if it doesn't work out the way I would like it to, if it doesn't feel the way I want it to." She hesitated and her hand lifted up slowly and brushed at the scars along her cheek. She swallowed and then said "it feels like my best chance."

"I don't think you'll be unhappy with the results" Iris said gently "not in the slightest bit."

River hesitated but she nodded and gave a small smile "thanks Mama" she teased with a giggle and then turned and hurried out.

"Cheeky little brat" Iris growled, licking her muzzle as she returned to her desk. After several moments she hit the button on her intercom to her secretary "Terra! Get in here I have a job for you." She then leaned back some in her chair. She was very glad the little cocoa vixen could fit under her desk.

River headed home but clutched the scene description close. She wondered if the other people on the bus could smell her arousal. She could certainly feel the growing wetness between her thighs. It felt stifling and the ride took longer then normal. At first they wondered why but when they saw the sirens and the car wreck their wonders faded. Every passing moment was more agonizingly embarrassing then the last and what was worse was it only turned her on even more that someone might find out. She started imagining that her partner to be was somewhere on the bus. A stranger... hidden. He could be anyone, literally ANYONE. Okay maybe not the 65 year old stock broker because she would KILL Iris but within reason. There were certainly plenty of prospects on the bus. A wolf a few seats down was listening to his music and thumping his foot to the beat. Across from her a young leopard had his nose in a rather good fantasy novel, one she enjoyed herself. When he looked up at her she felt her heart tremble and shyly glance away. He was cute and she couldn't help but wonder...

She hadn't felt this way in so long. What was so different? Giddy thoughts of pure unrelenting lust were coursing through her mind. This was a big step! But the way he described it was like he had stolen her secret fantasy diary and pieced together the perfect night of lustful indulgence, just for her. She found herself imagining being assailed by some dark figure, some stranger on the bus. Whispering every single thing he was going to do to her to put a baby in her belly. Trembles of desire rolled through the little vixen until she was jerked out of her thoughts by that old stock broker. She shook her head and looked around some and finally up at the old male right after he said something.

"Huh?" she asked, sounding rather surprised that he was even there.

"Your stop" he replied "don't you usually get off here hon? You looked a little distracted."

"Oh!" she yelped and turned, looking out the window. He was right, her apartment was just down the street. She couldn't believe she had almost missed it. "Thanks" she said quickly and practically flew off the bus. The old male just chuckled but when he bent down to get his things he glanced at her seat and noticed a small wet spot.

River raced down the street and up to her apartment as fast as her little legs could carry her. Once inside she locked the door and stood there leaning against it. Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it was humming in her chest. "Fuck it" she growled suddenly. Her bag hit the floor and she was in her bedroom a moment later, digging around in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. When she found it she giggled with glee and raced off into her bathroom.

Not five minutes later she had a tub full of bubbles and hot water, scented candles lit all around her, and was whimpering with sweet bliss as her favorite toy buzzed it's way between her lips under the water. One hand cupped her left breast, squeezing it gently as she arched under the bubbles while the other steered the vibrating plastic knotted shaft in and out of her cunny. Images, fantasies, all playing through her mind. The toy took an especially rough dive as she imagined being taken on the bus again. Pressed against the glass with her hands splayed out, desperate to reach for something, anything, only to splay her fingers out against the glass as he thrust into her drooling honey pot.

Next was at the library at her high school. It had couches in the back that students could relax and recline on. What the staff never seemed to realize was the students would intentionally move said couches so that they were out of sight of anyone at the front desk. And considering the staff didn't do their proper "rounds" like they were supposed to, it meant you could go an entire lunch period without being noticed. River was always back there with her nose buried in a good book, sometimes a book meant for people a bit older then she was. Whenever she got into a steamy one she always imagined some rugged and tough bastard of a guy rounding the corner and finding her there on the couch. The little vixen would be utterly helpless to stop him from having his way with her. More then once she was late to her next class because she had to clean up a little bit first.

"Nnnfuck!" she whimpered softly as she remembered a rather juicy story about a pirate captain. The toy moved faster and faster, plunging in and out of her quivering cunny. She made sure not to overfill the tub so she wouldn't have a soaking wet floor. Wet tile was a fall hazard after all. Every plunge of the blue toy pushed the swollen knot base against her lips and poor defenseless pearl. The knot was where the vibrating motor resided so it's intensity was absolute heaven. In and out, in and out went the toy. Every pass rippling her inner walls and pushing them out with that narrowed tip. Like a spear it plunged into her, demanding entrance to her most sacred of flesh and bringing her such bliss. In her mind it was a handsome male, rugged and rough, consent being a grey area. She wanted to be desired so badly that they just couldn't help themselves. The thought of the fantasy that was written on the sheet being played out just made her quiver. Being thrown to the ground and forcibly pinned until his lust just couldn't be contained any longer and he... he!...

"Mnnn fuck me!" she cried out and came. Her tight walls squeezed even tighter again and again, pulsing hard around that beautiful faux cock. It was a good thing she was already in a tub of water because she gushed honey again and again with every clench of her tunnel. After several blissful moments of pure heaven, and maybe a tiny bit of water splashed over the side of the tub, she sank down with a gasp, panting softly. A shudder rolled down her spine as the toy slipped from her tight depths, no longer held in by her paw.

"Oh hello there..." she giggled when it floated up to the surface, bobbing up between the bubbles like some pervy amphibious peeping Tom. "Did you enjoy yourself too?" she murred. She giggled again when she realized she was talking to a sex toy but she shrugged it off and plucked it from the bubbly waters, setting it on a towel nearby and relaxing back. She was really going to do it. She was going to be a mother. Her mind wandered back to that list of "miracles" as they called them. Such beautiful, sweet little cubs. It helped her realize that this was a means to a beautiful end. Would it feel embarrassing to be recorded? Of course, but Iris had assured her they could hide her identity, and with the outfit they came up with she certainly believed the wolfess. Besides, the money would mean she could buy a house, an actual HOUSE instead of living in tiny apartments. That would certainly make the thrills of a screaming infant far more bearable. She wondered if the guy would even care that he was bringing life into the world, and after a few moments her mind drifted to the anonymity clause of the contract. Maybe it could be nice to actually know who he was...

She shook those thoughts from her head almost immediately. No. No way in Hell. Because if she tried and things didn't work out SHE would be the one put to shame when the secrets got out. She and HER child's lives would be damaged when people found out Mommy got her baby by starring in a porno! No, no it was better to just think of it like a sperm bank situation. Just... one where she gets laid AND paid for taking his deposit. A smirk crossed her lips and she giggled at the thought. Taking his deposit. Oh she'll take it alright, and he is going to lose his mind.

With a sigh she decided she'd had enough of her bath and pulled the plug. She grabbed a towel as she stood up and started to dry off, stepping out over the edge. But with a surprised yelp her foot slipped and she crashed to the floor, bumping her head on the counter. A whimper escaped her. Damn... soapy water on tile. She must've gotten a little TOO excited during her climax. She reached above her blindly for another towel and found one, giving it a tug. But when she opened her eyes and saw blue she could only shut them again and eep loudly as her amphibious perv toy fell off the towel and bonked her on the head. Her massive ears flattened back and with another whimper she pushed herself up off the floor.

"No fair..." she muttered, rubbing her forehead and glaring at her toy "I give you sex and this is what I get? Story of my life." With a grumble the tired vixen dried off and stumbled off to bed. Clothes didn't even come to her mind as she curled up under her sheets and drifted off, dreaming of the moment when she would be able to hold her child for the first time and officially call herself a Mother.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he growled into his phone "look I have all the collateral you could dream of what more do you want from me?!"

"Money! Mr. McKinsley, you know, greenbacks, dollar bills, the almighty dinero!" the voice on the other end of the line replied with a chuckle. The winged panther had been arguing with this fat banker for hours now. All he wanted to do was buy a business that he could call his own. Sure he could sell what he inherited from his father and come up with the down payment but that stuff had value to him! He didn't mind putting it up as collateral, he had no problem with that. Because he wasn't going to fail. He would do whatever it took to make this happen, he just needed to get his damn foot in the door!

"I don't get it" he growled in annoyance "here I am with proof of concept, a golden floor plan, hundreds and HUNDREDS of local endorsements saying 'shut up and take our money!' and you won't front me an extra $15,000 to let me do this?! Where's the logic? It's more money for you because it's more money owed with interest!"

"Mr. McKinsley I assure you I am well versed at the basic economics of a loan" growled the loan officer "but rules are rules. You have no background in business. You have no formal education in business. You have no Capital! You have collateral yes but at that point you would have to be in default on your loan and we would be risking even more! If you fail..."

"I won't!" he growled "can't you see that? This is the best shot I have of making this work. No other property will EVER be available for this kind of price in this kind of location. I HAVE to make this happen. What the hell do I need to do!?"

The male on the other line sighed and said "for the last time Mr. McKinsley, that answer is simple. Come up with $15,000 by next month." There was a click and the call ended. He damn near threw his phone across the room but that would just be another expense he couldn't afford right now. He was beyond furious. He was so close, he just needed a little extra help and WHAM he'd have it... But some stingy uptight bastard decided he wasn't worth the risk because it didn't look good on paper.

He turned his crimson gaze slowly to his work desk. Blueprints, concept layouts, design work, profit margin estimates, renovation costs, he had EVERYTHING planned out. He was ready to go. And yet it felt like it was just going to slip away again. That crimson gaze shifted over to the old black and white photo pinned up in the corner of his drawing board. It was an old photo of a rather tall dragon, about his age, leaning against a 1967 Shelby GT Mustang. He wouldn't give up that car... not unless he actually failed at his dream. By then? He wouldn't deserve it anymore. He was so close... but he just couldn't get there.

His phone buzzed, making him look down and check it. It was a text from a co-worker wondering where he was. He checked the time again and he cursed, grabbing his hard hat and racing out the door. Ideas for what excuse to try and use were already running through his head. Flat tire, alarm clock didn't go off, mugged, gunshot wound to the chest, saved a baby from a burning building, he'd used just about everything under the sun. It was hard to get to work when you were not only trying to start a business, but absolutely despised your job to no end.

By the time he got to the factory production on his shift had started. Everyone was already suited up and out on the floor. He badged in, clocked in, and grabbed a white coverall as quickly as he could but he was only two steps out of the locker room when he heard the voice of death. "Well well well... late again huh Feugen?"

With a heavy sigh the hybrid turned around and smiled as warmly as he could at the shaggy grey wolf "hey Bane. Am I late? Hard to tell with all the hazardous dust floating through the air..."

"Uh huh" the wolf grunted "tell it to OSHA you pansy ass bitch. That's the third fuckin time this week and you can bet your ass my old man is gonna hear about it."

"Mhm" he nodded "yea no I hear where you're coming from. But you see the thing is. I had this really important thing I had to do before I got here."

"Oh yea and what's that?" the wolf said, stepping closer and arching a brow.

Feugen bit his lip and leaned in real close and then said "well you know... I was cuddling your wife's tonsils" he leaned in even closer and added "with my dick..."

Bane snarled at him and hauled back to swing but a foreman barked from down the aisle "McKinsley! Where the fuck have you been? Get on your god damn station boy!"

Feugen just winked at the wolf "good to see ya buddy, gotta run." And with that he turned and headed off down to his spot on the line. He knew he was going to catch it later, but every chance he got to jam Bane's nose in his own shit was worth the lashes later. The prick had it coming ever since his Daddy made him a god damn Supervisor. He was always breaking the rules on the floor but now that he was in charge? Well, you've heard of the whole bully becomes a cop thing. This is just bully becomes your boss. Nothing like having to maintain a constant approval rating of 'not fired' to an ass hole you used to have to defend your lunch from in middle school.

The American Dream!

By the end of his shift the panther hybrid was exhausted. Bane had told drivers to make sure he had plenty of work along the sorting line. So his station got not only the toughest bins but the most. Did he get any sort of gratitude for doubling his damn quote? Hell no. He got scraped up hands from metal shavings and an oil and grease soaked coverall and face. He just wanted to go home, try and get some sleep, and pray for a miracle. Try and forget the fact that he was only weeks away from losing what was likely the only chance he'd get.

He was just getting his coverall off and was about to start scrubbing his face clean when Bane stormed in with his old man in tow. "McKinsley..." the older male grumbled "Mr. Williams here tells me you and he had a bit of an altercation."

"No sir" Feugen replied "I ran a little late admittedly. Mr. Williams just wanted to make sure it was for a good reason." He couldn't believe the old man was calling his own son 'Mr. Williams'. He also couldn't believe he was putting up with this shit. Day after day he had to deal with family drama at work and it was enough to make anyone lose their mind.

"Bullshit" Bane growled "you arrogant little shit. I've had it up to here with*" He blinked suddenly as Feugen's phone went off. The wolf looked like his head might explode but as Feugen glanced at it and recognized the caller... suddenly he didn't care so much about Bane's shit.

"Hello?" he asked "Iris?"

"You need to check your email more often dumbass" the wolfess replied "I found you a match. When can you get here?"

"Y... You're serious?!" he replied "shhhhit I can be there in two days! The whole thing? The whole amount?"

"You got it. You sure you're up for this?" Iris asked a playful smirk in her voice.

"You have no idea. I'll be there" he replied and then hung up.

"You ignorant little fucking PRICK!" Bane snarled, storming up to the panther and grabbing his shoulder "that is the LAST time you fucking disrespect*" The wolf was interrupted once more, but it wasn't a phone this time. It was the panther's fist. He turned and clocked the wolf right in the jaw and dropped him to the locker room floor like a sack of hammers. Everyone in the entire locker room just stared and waited for someone to freak out. It sure as well wasn't going to be Bane. He wasn't getting up any time soon.

"You just assaulted my boy McKinsley" the older wolf grunted.

"No sir" replied the panther "I just handed him my resignation. But I'm trying to help the environment so I saved the paper." With that he grabbed his bag, slammed his locker shut and turned to go but paused. He cast a sideways glance at the older wolf again. "You gonna press charges?" he asked quietly.

"What for?" he snorted "I got a room full of witnesses that'll claim it was self-defense. Just get the fuck outta my factory McKinsley. So I can say I fired your ass when he comes to." The panther smirked and almost laughed but nodded.

"Sure thing Mr. Williams" he said with a snicker and headed out. As he got to his car he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Mr. Donaldson... yea it's me" he said "tell the seller I'll have the money by the deadline. I'm buying the bar."

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The next few days were a blur. Iris met with both of them to go over testing and provide supplements and medication for them each to take. Privately of course, neither one would see or meet each other until the moment they were on set and the scene was to unfold. But they needed to make sure that River's heat would be in full swing and she would be at the peak of her ovulation. On the flip side, Feugen needed to be producing at maximum output. Iris didn't take any chances when it came to making babies. Besides, the more riled up each of them was, the more likely they would get one hell of a show out of them.

The day finally came and both were being prepared in wardrobe for the event. River looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting her loincloth for the fiftieth time. The poor vixen was so deep in her heat she was soaking the costume fabric. Thank god it was soft at least. She barely even recognized herself. Her fur had been dyed white, hiding all of the black and making her look exactly like a snow fox. Her eyes were a brilliant mystic blue, altered by contacts, but she had to admit, she looked damn good. A soft white fabric loincloth slid up between her thighs, hiding her front and some of her cute ass, but leaving plenty to be seen. It was patterned with tiger stripes and the belt that lashed it held a couple of black stones for decoration. Her chest was similarly covered in a cloth wrap, the entire ensemble giving her a very tribal and savage look. Black paint marked her cheeks, brow, and ears, jagged points to mark her as a warrior while swirling spirals and soft supple curves marked her with fertility along her belly. Iris had even gone so far as to have angel wings painted on her back. She wasn't sure it was fitting, given that she had no intention of behaving like an angel, but maybe it would give this guy something to look at.

Her cheeks flushed anew as she thought about it. She was really going through with it. In less then 10 minutes she would be meeting and promptly fucking the guy who was going to father her child. A hand slid down her belly slowly as she wondered what the experience would actually feel like. Would she enjoy it? Would it feel mechanical and emotionless? She supposed it depended on just how invested in the story behind the scene they each were. If she believed it and he believed it, maybe it would feel as real as she hoped. She certainly liked the way he described it, she could only hope that he really wanted it that way too.

Lost in thought she didn't even hear Iris come into the makeup trailer. The older wolfess couldn't help but smile as she watched the little vixen admiring herself. A soft giggle escaped her though when River lifted the back end of her loincloth a little bit to get a better look at her now cute white furred rump. But those long ears twitched to the giggle and she looked up, suddenly blushing and dropping the fabric. "Oh is... is it time already?" she asked, sounding a little nervous.

"Just about" Iris replied, moving closer and looking her over "you look magnificent."

"You really think so?" River asked, twirling around a bit more "I don't want it to seem over the top."

"He's going to lose his mind" Iris said with a smirk "and besides, what happened to the fiery little piece of feminine grrr that was in my office? What's got you so spooked?" River hesitated and bit her lip, wringing her hands together as she looked down.

"There's a lot of people who are going to see this..." she murmured quietly "see me, see him, see us..." the words trailed off as her cheeks reddened heavily.

"That's very true" the wolfess replied "there are a lot of people who will get to see you conceive your child." She stepped over to her slowly and touched her cheek, lifting the vixen's gaze slowly as she whispered "but only you and yours will see the miracle it creates."

River smiled and nodded just a little bit before she smirked and said "you just want to see me get fucked."

"Not even off the mark by a little bit" the wolfess replied. She licked her muzzle and took one last look down the vixen's form and growled "just wish I was in his place..."

River pulled the prop dagger that, looked rather real, from her belt and growled "you sure about that?"

Iris just laughed and said "whenever you're ready hon. Just head straight out from the trailer. After you pass the yellow tape keep going and... good luck." With that she turned for the door.

"Iris?" the vixen called one last time. When the wolfess turned River smiled and said softly "thanks." Iris nodded and then slipped out and was gone. River tucked the prop knife away again and took a breathe. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time and then smirked slowly and growled softly "you are gonna rock his world..." And with that she turned and slipped out of the trailer and set out into the woods beyond. It was late afternoon, so the sun was starting to dip but there was still plenty of light. She set her jaw as she passed the yellow tape and steeled herself for what was about to happen. A tingle ran down her spine at the thought of it, one that ended between her thighs and made the already wet fabric just a bit wetter.

The now arctic vixen made her way briskly through the trees. Iris had made sure there were hidden cameras literally everywhere so no matter where they ended up they would have plenty of footage to work with. It allowed the participants to fall into character and not have to worry about anything other then the experience itself. Reasons for why she could be out here raced through her mind and she thought about tracking something. A meal perhaps? So she squatted down and ran her hands over the ground before continuing on. When she rounded a tree she found a small clearing she felt her heart start to beat a little faster. It was a little too perfect, so she felt he couldn't be far. As she started across her instincts were confirmed when she heard a twig snap nearby. By complete reflex, and certainly not entirely acting, she grabbed her blade and whirled around, brandishing it as her long ears twitched this way and that. Her jaw was set though, she wasn't about to take upon the roll of some frightened little damsel. What came next though, admittedly unnerved her a bit.

A shadow suddenly passed over her, making her whirl around again in confusion. This suddenly felt like some kind of horror film but... how was that even possible? The sun wasn't that low yet. Her heart was beating faster and faster but she found herself drooling even more between her thighs. Every muscle in her body was tensed and ready, but when she heard the voice she still jumped.

"You're a long way from home aren't you little dove?" a clearly male voice growled. Not from somewhere around her in the trees but... from somewhere above her. Was this guy climbing the trees?! She had to admit though, the voice was smooth, deep, like honey to her ears.

"I'm hunting" she growled "everyone's got to eat. Even cowards who hide from a lone female." She would've laughed if she hadn't been so engrained in the moment. That'll teach him to try and play badass.

There was a sound of flapping wings however and a dark shape landed on the ground in front of her across the clearing. She almost dropped the knife. He stood much, much taller then her. Fur that was a beautiful sleek black, rolling over every inch of his rather beautifully toned body. He didn't have the meat head build but rather a working male's muscle. Where she expected typical feline feet she saw powerful fur-covered talons, but the most striking feature were his wings. Tremendous and rather imposing dragon wings protruded from his back and hovered on either side of him, slowly folding in like a cloak. Piercing bright crimson eyes, set in a handsome face that was framed by wavy shoulder length hair, bore into her's as her gaze settled upon them. She hadn't even realized she'd been staring. But when they locked eyes he grinned at her and growled "who's hiding?"

Dammit, she ran into that one. She still held her blade though, glaring at him with a huff "impressive, but I'm still not scared of you." Even as she spoke though, her gaze flicked downward. He was wearing a loincloth like her's, and it still left a bit to the imagination though in hear Heat, she kind of wished it didn't.

"You sure?" he growled back "because you should be. You're in my territory after all." As he spoke he started to move closer, slowly circling her and pulling something from his belt. He kept it hidden behind his body though, clearly not wanting her to see.

"Your territory?" she scoffed "no one can patrol these lands they're too*"

"Vast?" he cut her off "it's a lot easier when you don't have to crawl on the ground little dove. Now, why don't you run along home before you get yourself into trouble."

"The only one who's going to be in trouble is you, you stupid fuzzy bat!" she spit at him "I'm not going anywhere. I came here for a meal and I'm going to get one!"

"Oh it's a meal you want?" he suddenly growled. She blinked and she found herself actually trembling under the look in his eyes. "I think that can be arranged..." he said very quietly... very calmly... and very coldly. He slowly squatted down not far from her. This was it... show time. She wasn't going to go down without a fight though.

Before he could lunge, she did first, trying to catch him by surprise. She swung with the faux blade and for a moment she caught the look of surprise in his eyes as he jumped to the side. She crouched down and swung again, aiming for his legs and forcing him to leap back once more. She glanced up again, worried she might be scaring him. But the look she saw? The dancing light in his eyes, the immense pleasure and playfulness of the experience of it. She saw it quite frequently, in the mirror when she thought of something like this. He was enjoying the challenge.

She snarled again and lunged once more but this time he was ready. He swept up the hand hidden behind his back and snagged her blade wrist in a loop of rope. He tugged it tight and it closed around her wrist, allowing him to tug her arm and guide her lunge around him. The blade almost fell from her hand but instead she tossed it from one to the other and swung her other arm back, hard, aiming right for his chest. But he was ready. He blocked her at the elbow with his palm and slid his grip down to that wrist as well, tugging them both back. He twisted her arm but only for show, forcing her to drop the blade as he looped another length of the rope around her second wrist and tightened it. With a quick knot she felt the loops lose any slack they had. She was trapped. She snarled and tried to kick back at him and stomp her feet but he tugged her in too close to get enough leverage. Her whole body tensed and shuddered when she felt him sniffing below one of her ears, growling like a predator appraising the value of it's captured prey.

"Well well well" he growled "no wonder you're alone. I thought I smelled it before." He kept one hand on her bound wrists but the other slid slowly around her waist to her belly, trailing his fingers over those soft swirling marks. His touch was hot, not just sexy but actually hot, he radiated body heat like no other and it was murdering her resolve. She wriggled and tugged at her wrists but it was no good, they weren't going anywhere and neither was she. Her lower lip was suddenly seized by her teeth as she felt that hot hand close over her breast beneath her wrap. Her nipple hardened immediately against his palm and she had to bite harder to keep from moaning out. It felt so good to be touched, though her body craved it somewhere else entirely. Her lip was released as a gasp escaped her, feeling him sniffing at her neck and giving her a sharp nip with his fangs. "You're in Heat..." he growled softly.

"D... don't touch me!" she gasped, trying to wriggle again but finding it harder and harder. His hand felt so good. It's partner slid slowly around her waist, not even bothering to hold her wrists anymore. It slid down.. down... down... trailing along the upper edge of her loincloth.

"But you want it so bad" he whispered softly "don't you?"

Fuck yes! Her mind screamed. "N... No!" she growled at him, trying to jerk her hips back from his touch. Big mistake. As she pressed back, her ass was pressed flush to his hips and she felt it. Thick, pulsing, and hotter even then his hands. She could feel it even through the fabric. Her legs immediately tried to cross to hide the sudden explosion of her scent that burst forth from between them as her sweet cunny drooled even more.

"Your body tells the truth" he whispered to her. His paw slid under her loincloth and those hot fingers danced across her poor red puffy lips. God dammit why did it feel so good? The poor vixen whimpered and squirmed out of embarrassment, trying to fight the sensations but she'd been craving a touch for so long now. And then the bastard went and slid his fingers between those soft folds... and plunged them into her. They curled immediately, seeking out that sweet spot and started stroking her faster and faster. It was too much. She hated it but within a few moments she cried out, bucking her hips against his hand like a needy bitch as she came hard. Her sweet honey gushed around his fingers and hand and absolutely soaked it and her waistwrap. His fingers were nearly crushed by her clenching cunt, desperate to milk the cock that wasn't there for every drop of seed it could offer. She thought she saw stars but it was just the sun's light filtering through the branches of the trees, like glittering shards of broken glass.

Her body sagged against him as her climax faded, leaving her panting and feeling heavy. But the ache came back after just a moment's rest. Her body needed more then just a good finger fucking. She barely even noticed as he tugged at her loincloth tie until it fell to the ground, followed swiftly by her breastwrap. She was naked, in the forest, with an absolutely gorgeous man. She completely forgot about the cameras, completely forgot about the show, she was absolutely entrenched in the moment. She was just a needy girl who wanted a baby from a worthy male and this guy was certainly pushing all the right buttons.

"Such a sweet little dove" he growled softly "but I think it's time someone else had fun. Don't you agree?" She blinked and wondered what he meant until she was shoved to her knees. He stepped around her slowly and stood before her, his own loincloth already tenting heavily.

"Don't you d*" she started to growl but admittedly she lost her words when he let his loincloth fall. She found herself at eye level with a long, thick cock that had a beautiful shade of red. She could feel the heat of it as he stepped closer and pressed it along the side of her muzzle. It was drooling already and smeared against her cheek, so thick. She trembled when the spines rubbed steadily across the top of her muzzle as he dragged it across. But she snapped out of her momentary haze. Her lips curled back in a snarl as though to bite him.

"Ah ah ah!" he growled softly and she felt a stone blade press to the side of her throat "You wanted a meal didn't you? Well, here you have one." She glared up at him defiantly but he pressed the blade just a little harder, making her tremble. She closed her eyes and resigned herself to defeat. Her long ears flattened back slowly as she opened her maw and slid his tip in across her tongue. Those blue eyes opened again and she admittedly looked up at him in surprise. The drooling pre coming from his tip didn't taste salty it was... sweet. He almost chuckled to her look of surprise but he let out a steady groan as she dipped further, taking more of his length and swallowing down the sweet offering. The ropes holding her wrists behind her back groaned and rubbed against her fur as she tried to break them. She didn't want to be sucking him, she wanted his baby. But she had to admit. The way he was... forcing her like this... it sent more chills down her spine and created a growing wet spot between her thighs on the ground below.

Feugen had to admit. He was in heaven. When it came to this type of play he would always get bored when his partner would just give up and plead like some 80's movie damsel. This little vixen, she made him work for it. For a brief moment when she'd flashed her fangs he had wondered if she had actually been about to bite his dick. Now that he had her under knife point though he was rather enjoying her compliance. The sensation of her tongue exploring along the spines on his underside and ridges on either side was pure heaven. She seemed intrigued by his shape but he was more then happy to let her curiosity work. He could smell her need though, and it only heightened his own, leaving his poor hefty orbs ready to burst. Every pass of her soft lips down his length proved further and further along until he felt her throat start swallowing his tip and then some. God he was in heaven and he wasn't going to last long at this rate.

River could tell he was tensing more and more. After how easy he made her cum she imagined he was in the same state. She started to try and pull back and pull all the way off, just to see what he would do. Keeping up with the atmosphere, his hand suddenly settled between her ears and pushed her back down. Her ears flattened back and a low growl rumbled in her throat, her lips starting to curl back gain but he pressed the blade firmer against her throat. She quieted with a soft whimper but closed her eyes as he took over and started to move his hips. "You wanted a meal" he panted out above her, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her maw and throat, making her drool more and more between her thighs "you're gonna get one."

She was pressing all his buttons in the right ways. He wanted her to fight, wanted her to try and stop hm. It made it all the sweeter to reach that peak, claim that victory over her. And by the way she reacted he could tell she enjoyed the sensation as well. He felt her throat swallowing around his tip every time he pressed forward and just couldn't hold back any longer. "Look at me" he growled suddenly. Her blue eyes peered up at him surprised but he said nothing further. He just wanted to see her eyes.

A moment later they widened some but she didn't look away. She whimpered softly as his cock swelled inside her maw and the precum she thought was sweet was replaced with thick gushes of seed. She trembled slightly but like a good girl with a knife to her throat... she swallowed. Her throat flexed again and again, gulping down every mouthful that he gave her, never taking her eyes off of his. The intensity of his gaze, the lust and pure pleasure that glazed over them as he watched her swallow each and every spurt. She realized he definitely was just as pent up and needy as she was. She would've taunted him if she hadn't been made to cum just as easily if not even moreso. Each and every spurt disappeared down her throat until finally it slowed to a steady dribble. With one last dip she lowered her muzzle and then slowly dragged her lips back up his length, suckling gently at first and then suddenly very hard just on his tip. The sensitivity of his flesh made it almost painful as she popped off, enjoying the way he tensed and trembled.

"Cheeky" he growled down at her, his cock still jumping in front of her face.

"I gave you what you wanted" she growled up at him "now let... let me go!" She knew he wouldn't. But she wasn't going to stop fighting, not yet. He hadn't earned it yet.

"That's true" he purred, shifting the blade away and instead caressing her cheek with the backs of his fingers. She looked like she might bite them off if they got too close to her teeth. "But then again, you haven't gotten... what you need yet." He growled. Her eyes widened and she suddenly turned on her knees as though to make a break for it, even with her arms bound tight. That was a big mistake. He was on her in an instant and had her face down in the grass.

"G... Get off of me!" she growled at him "I swear to the Gods above I'll tear your heaAHHH!" she yelped and bit her lip to keep from whimpering as he lifted her hips up, pressing her face harder into the soft grass and began rolling his tongue over her drooling cunny. "B... bastard..." she whined, her resolve starting to fade. His tongue was just as hot as his cock itself, it felt like it was burning against her soft lips but dammit it felt so good, so intense! He swirled up and around her outer lips before plunging into her, making her nearly scream in heaven. Her damned hips betrayed her, pushing back against his muzzle. When his lips pulled back and then closed over her pearl she whimpered and moaned, a heavy blow to her pride.

"P... Please..." she whined softly, tugging sharply at her bonds. She didn't want to be teased anymore. She couldn't tell if she was begging him to stop, trying to be prideful, or just begging him to fuck her already and get rid of her damn heat. She was blurring the lines between reality and the character, it was all just coming together in one blissfully intense experience.

"As you wish..." he growled softly. Her eyes were lidded, half open as she gazed at the sun getting lower and lower towards the horizon. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, but nowhere more so then her poor aching cunt. The soft beautiful lips were so swollen and puffy they stood out in stark contrast to her snowy white fur. He took his position behind her and she felt the kiss of his hot throbbing tip against her. Her eyes shut and she turned her face into the grass, embarrassed and trying to muffle the inevitable moan. She expected him to go steady... but no. No he knew what she needed and he was going to give it to her.

Feugen couldn't believe this was really happening. This little vixen was absolutely incredible. She fought, she squirmed, she writhed, she cussed him out and yet the entire time she was drooling sweet honey like there was no tomorrow. As he felt his tip securely wedge itself against her tight opening he hesitated only a moment before one hand fell on her shoulders and the other on her bound wrists. He didn't say anything more, didn't mock her. Now was not the time for words. With a powerful thrust he buried most of his shaft into that tight quivering pussy and he nearly came just from the sensation. His body temperature was high, but even so the heat that engulfed him was absolutely incredible. He held himself there just for a moment before he drew his hips back and then thrust right back in, this time hilting and letting her feel his hips collide with her soft plush ass. He drew back only to drive forward once again and started pumping her full of his flesh at a steady rhythm, slower on pulling back, but strong and forceful driving in. Every thrust was a reminder being hammered away into the back of her mind and into her body itself that he was taking her cunt under his own will. That he was forcing his way in and there was nothing she could do about it.

Though in her present state the vixen wouldn't even if she could. Every thrust was like her favorite toy being rammed in with the added bonus of those damned spines. She loved stroking herself while she used a toy and though the sensation wasn't quite the same, it was just as effective. Being tied up, bent over, and having such sensations ravished upon her body she couldn't do anything but moan openly as he rutted her into the grass. The grass... it felt so cool against her cheek with her body in it's feverish state. Every passing thrust bounced her body just a little bit on the ground. The grip he had on her wrists however meant she never got to go far before he was tugging her right back into his next thrust. She could hear her honey squirting out around his shaft, drawn out by his ridges. The fact that her own cunny could make such lewd noises had her face burning in shame but she couldn't stop him. She couldn't deny him her body, even her womb. It was her's for the taking and she absolutely loved it.

The poor vixen felt his pace start to rise faster and faster until his hips were hammering hard against her ass. She knew she was going to be bruised by the end of this. But what she hadn't expected started to come next, right as she was nearing her peak once more. She felt something brushing her lips and at first thought he had moved his hand down to finger her again. But when she realized his hands were still shoving her face into the ground and holding her wrists it dawned on her. What was kissing her lips was hot, pulsing, and attached to his cock.

...he had a knot...

The mere thought made her head explode as her body's primal canine instincts forced her to crave that sensation and she came once more. She didn't bother stopping herself this time. She opened her maw and let out a long wailing cry, letting out her bliss as her pussy squeezed tight around his cock, milking it, desperate for the seed she needed so bad to fill her womb. Moment after moment of pure bliss racked her body as he continued pounding her right through her orgasm. Finally... the tension relented and she sagged beneath him again, wheezing against the grass.

"Awww tuckered out already?" he growled softly, slowing in his pace, enjoying the aftershocks that made her body tense whenever he would drag his spines extra slow across her pearl. The vixen flushed heavily and bit her lip.

"What's the matter?" she growled back "can't cross the finish line? I thought you wanted to give me what I needed." She felt his thrusting stop and she smirked, glancing back at him over her shoulder even as he held her down.

"Maybe you don't deserve it" he growled back "weak and helpless as you are. A slave to your desires." He slowly drew his hips back, drawing his throbbing shaft free of her squelching cunny. He shifted upwards slowly... rising up to his feet. Those blue eyes widened when she felt that hot swollen tip touch another hole. One where his cum wouldn't do her any good.

"Wh... what?" she growled "N... no stop! Not there! You jerk I don't want I there!" She flushed realizing what she'd just said but she glared at him, tugging harder against her bonds.

"Then you should've fought harder" he growled back. She opened her maw to yell at him again but all that came out was a wail as he sank slowly, steadily, into her tight little ass. Inch after inch of exotic crimson cock disappeared beneath her tail making her squirm and writhe beneath him. Once a few inches were secured he drew his hips back and started to pump them at a nice even rhythm. He was so close to cumming he had to take his time, take it slow, he wanted to be deep into her when he filled her. But being the gentleman that he was, he didn't want it to hurt. No, he wanted her to enjoy her cute little butt being pounded and hate that she did.

And it was working. The poor vixen whimpered and growled under him, muttering for him to stop under her breathe again and again, threatening him. But she was still helpless under him. Her face burned with embarrassment and shame. While her ass was certainly not virgin territory if you counted toys, she had never let a male take her there, not once. A few had tried and they ended up getting slapped. But this bastard had her helpless and was taking her as HE pleased. With the way he was throbbing harder and harder the deeper he got, his thrusts getting more and more erratic, she knew it was pleasing him quite well.

If self-control were a world record title, Feugen knew he would be winning it right now. The way her body squirmed caused her ass to clench every so often, squeezing him in the most blissful way. His thrusts wedged deeper and deeper, gradually opening her to his cock until he felt his knot kiss her ring. She cried out again as he hit that deepest part and he watched her eyes snap open. She was surprised by it. So he drew his hips back and then hilted again and she cried out once more. Whatever he was hitting it was making her feel good, and he could tell she absolutely hated it. So like any gentleman, he planted his feet into the grassy soil, his talons biting into the earth and he opened up. Long powerful thrusts slammed down against her soft furry cheeks, her white fur pinked by the abuse of his hips. With every thrust she let out a ragged gasping cry as he hammered a hidden sweet spot deep inside her. She couldn't take it and she knew he couldn't either. It was only a matter of time. The question was... who would go first?

The answer was neither. As she felt herself rushing towards another climactic release she could also feel her ass tightening around his length with every pass. Once again his thrusts grew more and more erratic until he suddenly hilted... and they lost it. His roaring cry from above her combined with the intense heat that filled her in a way she'd never experienced sent her crashing into her own orgasm. Her toes curled behind her in the grasp, almost like they were trying to grab something to hold onto. Gushes of sweet honey spilled forth from her clenching pussy, desperate to squeeze something, desperate to be filled. Tears slipped down her cheeks from pure sensation overload. And then her eyes opened again as she felt something. He pulled back slowly, spurting along the way until the last bit spilled out against her ass. She trembled as his deposit leaked down over the burning lips of her cunny. But what she felt, was his hand tug her wrists loose very discretely.

"Now get off my land" he panted softly as he leaned back. He pretended to turn and look for his waistwrap, giving her a chance.

River shut her eyes and summoned every ounce of strength she had left in her body. She yanked her wrists free and then kicked him right in the chest, knocking him flat on his back with a loud oof. A savage snarl erupted from her throat as she whirled around and before he could even flinch she was on top of him, holding his own blade against his throat. He went still as a board, staring up at the darkening sky as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

"You..." she snarled "you are a strong, beautiful, clever male. But now, now it is my turn to take what I want of you." She slowly shifted her hips over his, drooling his own mess over his length as it leaked from her poor ass.

"Wh... what do you want?..." he whispered ever so softly. He was certainly playing his part well.

"Silence" she growled. He yelped suddenly as she jammed her loincloth into his maw, forcing him to taste her once more. She glared at him right in the eye and whispered softly "studs do not speak. Studs do not move. Studs get fucked and give what they are meant to give. Now be a good boy and don't move. I'm taking what I want, whether I leave it attached to you after... depends on how well you behave."

His eyes widened some as she spoke, trailing the blade down his chest to his lower belly, and finally stopping it just above the base of his shaft. His knot had gone down some from his release, but she was determined to bring it right back. The threat seemed very, very real though. And for a moment he was genuinely scared of this little vixen. But the fact that she could do that, turn the tables on him like that. By god it was the most arousing thing he'd ever seen.

She lined up her drooling cunny with the still swollen head of his cock and slowly, almost painfully slowly, sank down onto his length. Once again she felt herself fill with the pulsing heat of his flesh, trembling some as the sensation her body craved was returned. She took a moment to relish in it before planting her hands on his stomach, shifting her knees, and then slowly rising back up a few inches only to fall again. She moaned openly now, watching him, letting her see the bliss in her eyes. She was using him, using him like one of her toys, taking her own pleasure from his body. Gods it felt so heavenly to pump herself up and down along that length.

She saw his arm twitch after just a few strokes and she looked down to see him reaching for her hip. With a loud snarl she slapped him, right across the cheek. The blow knocked the loincloth from his lips but she snatched it up and shoved it right back in, clamping his muzzle around it and forcing him to squeeze out some of her honey onto his tongue. She glared at him and growled "studs... don't... move. This is not for you. This is for me." She reached around behind her suddenly and grabbed a firm hold of his sac, making his eyes go wide. "This... is for me" she growled at him. Finally, he nodded and just sank down again.

A smirk played on her lips as she started to ride him again, up and down, faster and faster. She lifted one hand to her own breast, letting him see exactly what he couldn't touch. Her poor nipple was trapped between her fingers as she moaned and whimpered louder and louder, clearly enjoying herself. The filling sensation she needed was only the beginning though. She wanted more... she wanted him to seed her. At long last she was going to get her child and this male had proven himself worthy. In more ways then one.

Feugen was in absolute heaven. The one thing he enjoyed more then being able to dominate a girl and have her cream extra hard just because he did, was one who could turn on him and demand more. One who could take control every now and then and simply take what she wanted from him. It was absolute heaven. Every rise of her body was accompanied by her squeezing her pussy around him, clenching and gripping him from base to tip before finally releasing the pressure as she sank back down, only to repeat the process again and again. She was literally milking his cock, and it was definitely working.

River could feel the start of his knot as it swelled at his base. With every passing bounce it popped in and then back out of her as it got bigger and bigger until she couldn't pop it in so easily. Her pleasure was rising once more and with it she was getting tighter and tighter. If she didn't time it right, if she came too early, she'd miss her window. She set her jaw and began wheezing softly as she concentrated. Her face scrunched up in rather adorable determined bliss as she whimpered again and again, slamming down harder and harder against his knot.

Feugen knew she wanted him t knot her, wanted to take that and claim it from him as a victory over him. He just couldn't resist. As his climax grew higher and higher he started panting more and more. The soggy loincloth fell from his maw, giving way to his panting as he grew closer to losing control. He whispered out, too soft for any camera to hear "I... I'm gonna..." She surprised him, and silenced him by crushing her lips against his.

"Give me a baby..." she whispered against his lips. She growled and pulled back, bouncing harder and harder against his lap. He suddenly lost it and let out a snarl, bucking up into her until finally his knot popped inside with a loud wet squelch. She threw her head back and screamed as she came once more. Hot honey spilled forth around his cock, soaking his lap as his knot swelled even bigger, pulsing against her sweet spot and he filled her. This time right where she wanted it. Right where she needed it.

Every surge spilled up and flooded her womb with that immense heat, leaving the vixen writhing and shuddering in his lap as her body's desires were finally fulfilled. When their respective climaxes finally faded she forgot all about the blade, about her supposed rage. She could imagine his seed pushing deep into her ripe fertile womb, fertilizing her, claiming her. In that moment there was no doubt in her mind she had just been impregnanted. She sagged against him and he in turn wrapped his arms around her. She panted against his chest, so small in his grasp, her long ears laying down against her back. She hadn't realized it before... not with everything going on and all the excitement. He smelled like burnt matches... her favorite smell.

Her entire body was tingling now with absolute bliss. All of the pieces had fallen together. His arms were steady and strong as they held her. She didn't realize how much she would enjoy this sensation. It was getting dark, but the moon was rising, bathing them both in a beautiful silvery light. Finally, she pulled her head back from his chest and looked up at him, biting her lip.

"Did you get what you need little Dove?" he whispered very softly. Her cheeks flushed but she nodded slowly. He hesitated and then leaned close and whispered softly "are you sure?..." She blinked and looked at him confused. Her mouth opened to respond but before she could his lips captured her's once more. She was startled at first... but she melted into the kiss, pressing against him once more. She suddenly felt so small compared to him. Yet in his arms she felt protection, not fear. He dipped her slowly until she was resting on her back and his hips started to move again.

A whimper escaped her against his lips and he broke from the kiss but tilted his head down against her neck. His teeth grazed her flesh and he whispered breathlessly "stay with me... become mine..." She bit her lip as his cock ground around inside her, hitting every perfect spot with every roll of his hips. Even with his motions trapped by his still swollen knot he could drive her absolutely wild. And she found herself wondering for a moment if he truly meant it, or if he was still playing the part.

She pushed those thoughts from her mind and merely clutched at his back, whimpering out softly "yes. Yes!" Her hand lifted up to cradle against the back of his head as he made love to her. Right there in the forest, out on the bare grass beneath the moon light. Their bodies entwined in a way she had just never experienced before. This was so much more then just pure carnal lust. It was one body fitting to another in sheer perfection. Every ounce of her being craved for this moment to last forever. His head pulled back as he pressed his forehead against her's, his hips still rolling as she in turn bucked up against him.

"I was wrong..." he whispered softly. She blinked and looked up at him, looking confused. But he didn't stop... he never stopped. "Your not a Dove" he whispered softly.

"You're an Angel..."

She trembled as she gazed up at him and then pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely. Their movements became more heated, more insistent. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she mashed it into his lap while he ground his hips as much as he could. His breathing came faster and faster as he panted through her nose. All the while her whimpers rose higher and higher in pitch against his lips until she suddenly broke from the kiss, holding him tight and whimpering "I'm cumming again!"

He groaned hard against her shoulder, grabbing her tight in his arms as he bucked again and again until he crashed into his peak. He came once more, flooding her again with hot thick ropes of hybrid seed. With his knot plugging her tight it had nowhere to go but into her already full womb. Her body would certainly accommodate it though, her belly swelling just a tiny bit as he stuffed her to the absolute brim.

Slowly, they came down again. He kept her in his arms and pulled her up against him, settling her in his lap as he knelt in the grass. Both panted softly and gazed at each other, unable to do anything but wonder what the other was thinking. Feugen just gazed at her as he held her in his arms and slowly wrapped her up in his wings. She glanced side to side at first, not realizing what he was doing. But when it was done... she was alone with him. No cameras... no Iris... just this beautiful male that had given her an experience she would never forget.

"I don't want this to end yet..." he whispered softly. Her eyes widened some and a blush touched her cheeks.

"I don't either... I..." he lifted his finger and gently touched her lips, silencing her.

"You don't have to choose now..." he whispered softly "but after, think about meeting me. Consider it."

She bit her lip but she nodded and whispered "you know, this isn't the real me..."

"I know" he said with a smile and a nod "it's okay."

"Will you do that again? Love me under the moonlight?" she asked. All of her confidence had vanished. This male... he made her feel so vulnerable and yet so safe at the same time.

He smiled at her and kissed her tenderly whispering "I thought you'd never ask..."

He eventually was able to slip his knot free but it didn't stop them. He mated her again and again into the night. Iris knew she'd have to pay the production crew a HELL of a lot of overtime but these two were insanely worth it. He claimed her gently again and again, on her back, on her side, against the tree. She even rode him again, trapped in his wings, sharing a beautiful moment that not even the cameras would get to see.

By the time they stopped they were both exhausted. He was laying behind her with one leg lifted up and filling her once more. With her belly already swollen there was nowhere for it to go so they had made quite a mess of each other and the grass but they didn't care in the slightest bit. He now lay behind her with his arms around her, nuzzling and kissing her neck. She nearly passed out right then and there.

Finally, soft footsteps approached and both of them looked up to see Iris stepping out from behind a tree. By reflex, Feugen draped a wing over the vixen to shield her nakedness from sight, as though he had a right to claim it. The thought made her blush. Iris stepped closer holding a couple of soft silk robes and cooed softly "I've been doing this for a while now and I have to admit. That was hands down one of my favorite sessions to watch."

They both sat up slowly, River suddenly felt rather exposed again but Iris helped her up and into a robe. She tied it but Iris still grinned and said "I don't think we'll need to run a pregnancy test." The vixen blushed even deeper and turned her face away but the wolfess turned to Feugen and said "good job, both of you. Have you given any thought to..."

"I can't..." River suddenly said. Feugen looked at her and his ears lowered. She looked back and said "we were both caught up, on meds for... you know. I just... I need some time." She wasn't sure she wanted to feel this. Feel this vulnerable, this exposed. And know that this man had that kind of power over her again. The fairy tale was beautiful but reality could be cold. They didn't know each other other then they were really good in bed and he was fathering her child... for money. The last thought made her wince but she swallowed and said softly "I just need time. Give me that and... I will try. I won't make any promises."

Feugen just smiled at her and said gently "I understand. Really, I do. And if you decide to give it a shot I would love to take you out to dinner. Start things right." He shook his head and said softly "this did not go at all how I expected it to but I hope... you at least cherish this as much as I will. Even if we never see each other again."

River blushed but she smiled at him. Her gaze lowered down to her belly as one hand caressed over it slowly. "More the you can imagine..." she whispered softly. Iris smiled and then turned and guided River off to a limo to return her to the facility and get her cleaned up, checked out, and sent home with her care package.

When she returned Feugen was just sitting against the tree and watching the moon. Iris walked up and gently touched his shoulder. He turned to her and he just... smiled.

"What's got you so happy?" she asked, arching a brow.

"How many guys do you know that can say they got to fall in love with an Angel?" he replied, still grinning.

Iris chuckled softly and said "a few..."

He looked her dead in the eye and said quietly "how many got to give that Angel a baby?"

Iris blushed a bit herself and said "alright lover boy. Let's get you back before your head explodes."

Feugen chuckled but followed her back to the limo waiting for him. Once inside he looked out the window at Iris. "Do you think she'll want to see me?" he asked softly. He knew Iris had more experience with this sort of thing.

She was quiet for a long moment and then looked at him and said quietly "I don't try to guess what's in someone else's heart anymore hon. It's impossible. But I will say, I think you have a better chance then most." She started to turn but she paused and said "if she's strong, she'll try. If she can overcome her fear."

"Then that's a yes" Feugen replied as he leaned back. Iris turned and looked at him as he closed his eyes to rest.

"How do you know?" she asked, arching a brow.

"Because of the scars over her eye" he said softly. Iris stared. They had been completely hidden but... with how close they'd gotten, he must've felt them. She swallowed but he said quietly "she's been hurt. But she still took a chance because she wanted this bad enough. She's strong. She just doesn't always realize it..."

Iris blinked and then smiled slowly and said "careful Feu... You just might be my new favorite stud."

The hybrid just chuckled softly as the limo drove back to the facility. He was getting his bar, the thing he had worked for for YEARS just to make his late father proud. A business of his own, something he could actually call his OWN and have pride in. And yet... in one night he had found himself with a new dream.

His Angel.