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Evelyn didn't anticipate someone losing control around her on such a brief trip, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to curse her cavalier attitude or thank it desperately for the way that it was repaying her.

Her legs were already trembling with excitement as she leaned over the desk, but she didn't have the strength to push herself up to her hooves: the beast that was holding her down and looking her over wouldn't be overwhelmed by her petite figure, even if she had turned all of her efforts against it. The last place she expected to come upon such a monstrous canine was in the stacks of the public library, but there were private studying rooms with lockable doors on the far side, and she often abused them for the sake of dealing with her heat when she wanted to get out of the house.

She almost made it there without any issue, but she wasn't opposed to letting someone join her in the small, closest sized study. Truth be told, she was desperate for the help, but she knew what a risk it was to leave the house in the middle of her estrus in the first place.

What little bit of sanity she had left in the middle of her heat cycle was telling her that she needed to break free, but the ethereal ache that came from within her wouldn't allow her to do anything but spread her legs a little bit wider.

"If you're gonna stop me, you...y-you need to do it now," the stranger whispered to her, as he stepped into her leaning body. She'd dropped over the desk willingly in the hopes of enticing him, but she hadn't completely awakened the beast within her new suitor, just yet. "I know you're fertile, but I...I don't know if I can stop myself."

"I don't want you to," Evelyn assured him. She was grinning back over her shoulder, knowing that one part of her voice was being controlled by her own natural desires...but the last vestiges of her better judgement were drowning along with the canine that joined her, as her scent filled the small room and intoxicated him. "You think I'd leave the house without panties on if I wasn't looking to get fucked...?"

Her words, her body, her very aura made it clear that she knew what she was doing, and her pose demanded hard, thrusting action more than careful decisions. She'd already seen a flash of that lacking restraint from the man as he pinned her there in the first place, but when he stepped back a little, leaving only his paw on her lower back, she stayed right where she was.

She knew what she needed, and she refused to let him off the hook; her fingertips wouldn't be enough to get her through the afternoon.

"You're gonna start leaking through your pants if you don't hurry up. Gonna be hard to explain a stain like that on your way out of the library, isn't it?"

Quietly, Lynneth cursed the restraint he'd been exhibiting to that point, but the thing that finally won him over was the way that Evelyn moved from the edge of the desk to the wall, giving her purchase to pop her backside at her new suitor. The short hem of her skirt kicked up and flashed her bare, dripping folds once more, and finally, the canine gave himself to the overwhelming cry of his natural desires.

The pride of having restraint, as he quickly found, wasn't nearly as pleasurable as the delight of knowing such a small, tight bodice in an intimate way.

"It'll be a lot harder for you to explain when it's leaking right back out of you."

His warning should have been concerning for Evelyn, but for being of such a petite body, she knew she could handle herself. She overestimated her strength when she felt Lynneth grab her shoulders, but as she was tugged to the floor, she offered no more resistance to the whims of the canine, knowing that he was even a hint as aroused as she was.

Her scent would continue intoxicating him, like a wonderful, insistent perfume, until he was just as much a slave to his own desires as she was to hers.

"You've gotta put it in there, first," she claimed, egging him on even as she watched his pants drop to the floor. The revealing of his length was enough to drop her jaw; she'd prepared herself for whatever the canine could throw at her, but the unique ridges along the underside of his shaft and the sharp, almost draconic tip left her trembling for him so desperately that she started slumping further, her hooves losing their grip on the floor.

Lynneth caught her just before she reached the ground, refusing to even pull the rest of his clothes off before his tip caught her petals with a lucky stroke. There was no penetration at that point...but the mere kiss of his drooling tip against her pouted folds caused them to share a look.

As her eyes danced in concert with his own, they shared a look that went beyond any pleading words that she could come up with.

The whimpering "Please...f-fuck me..." that escaped her lips, however unnecessary, was still music to Lynneth's ears as he lifted Evelyn's thigh up and aside, hooking his arm underneath. Her petals were spread along with her legs, and though she was soaking inside...she still offered a brief wince of effort as the tip of the canine's length pushed inside of her and made it to the first proper ridge.

She'd never forget the first blissful gap between the ridges upon his shaft, as they continued pushing into her body...but that was still _just_the first.

"Is it t-too much?" he asked, stumbling a little bit. There was no hesitation in his thrust, but his voice made it clear that he didn't want to hurt the smaller creature in the process of fulfilling their mutual needs.

It wasn't just the size that provided for her, but the force of his thrusts: to feel her calf hooking around his wrist was a surprise in itself, but the demanding stare she gave as they reached the middle of his shaft was all the evidence he needed that she could handle herself.

"My brother fucks me harder than that all the time," she murmured, her mind letting little details slip as it fell prey to the clutches of her heat. "I heard canines were able to go way harder than this."

Evelyn was an enigmatic little doe, but she was bold and brazen beyond her petite size. She'd always been warned that such an attitude could get her into trouble one day, but with her brother watching over her so closely, she rarely came into this kind of trouble.

He could do it because he wanted to prove himself to her; he could do it just because it would feel good for him. Motivations, at that point, were less important than the end goal.

"They also don't like to be pushed," Lynneth educated her. "We get a little feisty when we are."

She wanted to feel the rake of his claws against her slim, slender torso. She was desperate to know how it would feel to be taken by the werewolves of her fantasies, no matter where that took place.

The walls of the quiet, private study room would have their reputation put to the test as Lynneth pumped forward, finding he couldn't quite stuff his whole length into Evelyn on a single pass: she was much too small for that.

It didn't stop him from rearing back and trying again, however, as the wolf set into a pace that lived up to every expectation Evelyn had...and left a fearful look on her once teasing expression.

"Oh...o-oh fuck! T-that's it!" she cheered, slapping an open palm against the wall. She'd do anything she could to drag out their first round, but nothing would be enough to dull the sensation of being speared on Lynneth's impressive tool. "That's just what I needed, stranger...k-keep it up...n-no matter how hard I beg you to stop!"

Why would she beg me to do that? He wondered, but his external dialogue was little more than a lusty growl as he leaned over the cervine, catching one of her modest breasts in his grasp and pinning her completely into the purchase of the wall.

The floor met with a scraping set of claws and a pair of cloven hooves as Lynneth and Evelyn moved right into the meat and bones of their first mating, putting their bodies through a ringer of a pace in what proved to be record time for either one of them. The heavy slap of swollen orbs against her inner thigh and the scrape of her dull nails against the drywall filled the room, but over that, Evelyn would cry out her praises; they'd be caught before long if they didn't keep it quiet.

They knew that staying quiet would be impossible...but Lynneth was already picking up steam, and Evelyn was already milking his shaft in the hopes of a quick, messy finish to start their budding relationship.

"W...wait, no! Don't!" she suddenly turned her words, even though her tone was still dripping with natural lust. She knew he'd catch the obvious wink from her as she continued throwing her hips back at him, trying to meet his pace. "Not in the middle...o-of my...heat!"

She could only guess that he'd be into the idea of an unwanted creampie, or the side effects that would come along with it.

Even if the pump of his seed inside of her was something she was after, he couldn't imagine the young doe being so excited for the other side effects of what he was about to do; instinct, he found, spoke to her in a far louder voice than logic did, right then.

"Should have t-thought of that," Lynneth grunted, leaning right into her ear and nipping at the base. "Before you got me so fucking riled up..."

She knew that this was just a fantasy: that they were just playing games with each other in the heat of the moment.

What wasn't a fantasy was the peak of her fertility, and the way that it was blissfully served by the warm, thick rush of cum that flooded into her body.

Already, Evelyn's tummy was bulging around the impressive rod that was buried into her, showing off the outline of Lynneth's advances every time he filled her up to the brim. Her body was already delightfully sore, but to actually feel the volume of his first load inside of her womb was a bliss that precluded her from making another sound.

Gasping and clawing at the wall, she whimpered with delight and clenched around the base of his shaft, but no words escaped her quivering lips. She could scarcely breathe with such heavy flesh so deep inside of her, and without the seal of a proper tie, the small bulge of cum that showed at the base of her tummy began leaking back out, leaving a river to trickle back over Lynneth's inner thigh.

They'd have no way to clean up, and no way to hide the mess...but as they shared a breathless look, they became more concerned with _properly_satiating Evelyn's heat than containing Lynneth's mess.

"You, uhm...you live nearby?" he asked.

She nodded eagerly and eased off his length, standing on quivering legs: they'd have to make a run for it if they weren't going to get caught.

**

There was just enough time on the literal run back to Evelyn's house for her to make proper introductions with the wolf that had taken her, and after more than a few lucky breaks, they came to rest in the living room, panting harder than they had during their first improvised romp.

On finally catching their breath, they were sprawled out on the living room floor and chuckling in disbelief at what they'd just done...but it didn't take long for them to remember why they ran for a new source of privacy in the first place.

"You weren't kidding about how bad your estrus is," Lynneth murmured, as he rolled on his side to face her. "Anywhere you go, your scent fills the room in minutes, but it's...heavenly, really. I'm worried I might get addicted to it."

"Good thing it doesn't last long enough to make a habit out of this kind of behavior," Evelyn assured him. "Not that I need my heat as an excuse to fuck a big, bad wolf like you."

"And you don't need to butter me up for another round when you're still leaking my cum from before."

"Think you've got a little more left in you? You might actually be able to put out the fire with a hose like that...s-so to speak."

Evelyn's personality was an exquisite blend of knowing she had a cute, petite appearance and a level of arousal that made her bold beyond her level of experience. She easily could have stopped herself and done something about the load of seed that she'd already taken, in the hopes of preventing a pregnancy...

...But she was already spreading her thighs and pushing her knees toward her chest as she went flat on her back.

"You know I won't be able to resist that kind of invitation for long, Evelyn."

"I'd rather you stop resisting it at all," she assured him. "Get down here and fuck me."

Normally, Evelyn would have been the submissive one, in a matter of sexual posturing. The depth and weight of her need was changing that, but there was plenty of time and room for Lynneth to take control and put her back in her place.

Without a scrap of clothing to get in the way, he gripped the base of his unique length and stood over her, guiding the tip into her slightly pouted folds with a slowly growing grin.

"I'd say that you'll be sorry for being so demanding, but as much as you're turning me on...I get the feeling that a deep, hard fuck is just what you're after, isn't it?"

"Kinda sucks when the other party holds all the cards, doesn't it?"

"Not all of them," he corrected her, as he stood steady, just allowing her inner walls to milk at the top end of his shaft for a moment. With her legs pressed to her breasts and her arms folded back, she'd trapped herself and given him permission to dictate the pace the entire way through...and he'd gladly hold still and remind her of that for as long as it took to establish his dominance. "If you want me to keep thrusting, you'd better _beg_for me to keep going."

"I already tol-

"I didn't ask you to tell me," he interrupted. "I told you to beg, Evelyn. Surely a bright little lady like you knows the difference?"

She was getting frustrated with his hesitation, and the warmth that was already gathering in her cheeks was nearly visible through her thin coat of fur as she gritted her teeth together.

She wanted to demand that he stop playing games with her, but she was trapped under his weight, helpless to do anything unless she complied with his wishes.

Gotta give him credit, she thought. That's turning me on even more...

She knew she didn't have a proper choice in the matter, but she clenched down on the tip of his length and forced him to push with genuine effort as her eyes narrowed on him. "Please...p-please fuck me, Lynneth," she whimpered, allowing her voice to be more of a tease than was needed.

As much as she was acting in that moment, the shrill gasp that escaped her when Lynneth pumped into her body and forced his way past her desperate muscles wasn't a forced gesture in the least.

"Like I could d-deny such a needy request," Lynneth teased, having gotten just what he wanted out of their exchange. With his paws on the backs of her thighs, he kept her pinned by her own legs and pumped down into her body with a full mating press, reaching a depth in her passage that he simply couldn't touch in their previous pose. "But hearing you beg like that, I'm guessing the first load didn't take, did it?"

Where she was being dominated by her heat as much as she was by the canine above, Lynneth treated it almost like a game; Evelyn genuinely _needed_the relief, even if she knew what the risks of letting him finish inside of her again could be.

The weight of his sack slapping down against the bottom of her rump, the warmth of his shaft as it stretched her to the limit time and time again, and the delicious sound of their bodies meeting at the center of it all distracted her from just what a risk it would be to let him knot her...but as a cervine, she knew it might be her only chance to feel the delights of a proper, canine finish.

She wouldn't pass it up, no matter the risks involved.

"Better g-gimme another load, then," Evelyn did her best to agree, but she was panting heavily just to handle the size and weight of Lynneth's impressive cock inside of her. She was shocked, but unable to look away from the sight of the bulge as it moved across her lower tummy from the inside, but the excitement only grew when she felt the heated splash of another load spraying straight into her womb from above.

Gravity alone would have kept the majority inside of her, but as she milked another climax right from her new partner, Evelyn felt the impressive, fulfilling bulge of his knot against her folds, daring her to take that final risk. She was certain that she'd be knocked up if she could relax enough to let it inside, but she knew it wouldn't be easy.

Sucking in a low breath and letting it out, she screamed to the ceiling in the next moment as the full, heavy lump squeezed past her tiny, narrow folds and sealed inside of her, providing a tight plug and a fullness that she wasn't truly ready for.

All the same, she couldn't have been more grateful for the climax, but even more than that, the relief that came from feeling her womb drowning in a continuous flood of canine seed.

"You're...n-not worn out yet, are you?"

**

Keeping Evelyn on his cock the entire way up the stairs, Lynneth carried the doe up to her room and curled up in a bed with her, at her request. Small as she was, she hardly bounced on his length as they marched up together, and he set her in the bed with such a gentle grasp that it was a full contrast to his animalistic urges before.

Acting as a proper big spoon to her, Lynneth felt the last of his mess spilling into her as his knot began to deflate, but much to his surprise, a sleepy Evelyn reached back and grabbed the bottom of his shaft before he could pull all the way out.

"You just told me you weren't worn out, didn't you?"

Her words were just pleading enough that, despite his exhaustion, the wolf couldn't move his hips away from hers. She was happy to grind against him as the little spoon, working back against his length in return for his efforts...even if she'd fall asleep before too long.

He didn't think he'd earned any reward for the simple act of impregnating her, but Lynneth had no idea just the level of relief he'd offered the young cervine; he'd happily accept his payment for it.