Fourteen: Vic's Visit

The arranged date with Finnick did not happen, somehow Wolford couldn't bring himself to deal with the situation at all! It made it curiously obvious to Wolford that his reaction was wrong because, by all accounts, he was the one that had been cheating on Gary continuously. It upset him greatly though to think that Finnick had not even reacted to it one little bit and was visiting rather regularly, letting Sandy even introduce him to Wolford as if they'd never met before and playing nice! It upset Wolford more than it should and he found himself worrying a lot about everything he'd done in his life and everything with foxes.

"Wolford... you've been a little out of it since you met my boyfriend, uh, I know Finnick isn't exactly on Santa's Good List... ever... but he wouldn't do anything to hurt me." Sandy stated one afternoon the day before Victor was due to come and stay over. Wolford had been unsure what had even been happening in the household since that day, suddenly taking on extra shifts or trading them so that one night he had with Vic visiting, he had no shift the next day rather than the night shift. Bogo had been impressed but when Grizzoli had teased it was the attitude of someone with love problems, oddly Bogo had been willing to come over and talk to Wolford, which had been the weirdest situation ever because it turned out the chief had recently lost his current girlfriend to his elder brother who was a professional model for the male's health magazines. Wolford had been very quiet about it, especially because Bogo had made him wear never to use the image of his brother for 'material', which had made Wolford want to bleat he only liked foxes but... things were weird.

"What? Oh... no way Sandy... its nothing to do with Finnick's background, if he makes you happy that's what is important. My issue is... well, its that I should be honest with you and tell you straight up that..." Wolford had been arguing with himself over telling her the truth but his brain and his ass had all actually been struggling with his heart and sense of duty over the matter. He knew he was being a hypocrite to the extreme as he had been cheating on Gary with Finnick and then at the same time, Finnick had only recently got together with Sandy and their next date, might have ended up with Finnick breaking them up anyway. The big glaring problem was that the Fennec, no matter what he did with Wolford, was totally straight. It was a big problem, and every gay beast had a story just like every lesbian too... but could he really tell her the truth? "...the thing is, my particular 'fancy' is for male foxes... and... it's just..."

"Oh!" Sandy's face suddenly drew the word out before she smiled in total surprise and then grabbed Wolford's paws, patting him tenderly and then giving a soft chuckle. Wolford's ears were right down, his face in an upset grimace as he apologised to her, but she gave a heavy sigh of relief and beckoned him to sit down as they settled beside one another. Wolford was anxious, she seemed to relaxed over the situation and he was really worried what she was thinking about when it then seemed even worse than before. "It's okay Wolford... Finny gets a lot of the animals after him for the 'cute' factor, then he gets grumpy or barks at them and they back off. Its totally fine and he did say he had a feeling that he was making you uncomfortable but, now I know what it is then everything's good. You two will get along as soon as you get to see the real him and well, it might also because you're a cop and well, always makes guys nervous."

"Oh... thanks Sandy... I'm so glad you understand that and aren't angry with me. I think we can get along but, Vic's going to be over soon and... oh gosh I feel like a bastard trying to rush you out with your friends." Wolford groaned, though for the life of him, he really wanted her to go already and leave him to collapse and sob in a heap. He really could not believe what she'd said and he really, really wanted to just scream! But Sandy gave him a playful pat and then hurried to get her bag for the Hen Party she was going to, one of her ferret friends was getting married next week and well, it had worked out well for the both of them. But Wolford paused her, taking out the cash he had on hand and then a little card with his beeper number so she could certainly get a hold of him! Sandy beamed, thanking him graciously before walking out of the apartment and leaving Wolford to stay on the sofa and stare up into space before groaning. "Fuck... if I'd had the chance with him I could have gotten this growing desire gone. Fuck... I'm going to get horny just because Vic's going to be sharing the bed with me - why did he ask to do that?"

Why, they'd always slept so close together with faces just inches from one another and Vic was coming over because he wanted to have a moment with Wolford that was like the old days, before it had all gone wrong. He wanted to just chill out and tell Wolford everything he would have done about this vixen and about his whole life if only he'd not ended up in that stupid situation. Wolford groaned as he considered it all and then got a text on his phone to make him jump.

Horror ran down his spine... was it an emergency at work? Was it Vic calling to cancel? What had happened? Somehow, instead of doing the sensible thing and just reading the message, all the worrying thoughts and scary scenarios began to run through Wolford's head and he could not stop himself from double-guessing every possible likelihood until he grabbed a glass of water sitting out for him and splashed it in his face. He gasped at the sudden cold and then swore for soaking his clothes and a cushion as he stood up and then grabbed the phone, opening it up and then sighing in relief, only to start sobbing softly.

Vic was just letting him now he was walking up to the building now and would be with him in ten minutes, but somehow Wolford just wanted to leap out the window and save himself from anymore pain. He shook his head roughly, growling at himself for daring to think something as silly as Vic being the cause of pain, they'd be happy together and everything would be fine. Everything would work out well and be wonderful, they'd laugh and hang out like old times and just be teenagers again. It was just... what happened after Vic left and started on his new life would hurt Wolford and with unrequited love, there was nothing that could be done about it. Everything was just... set in stone like that!

Wolford hurried to change his wet pants and then the cushion, shoving them in the wash, grabbing a new pair of slacks and yanking them on. He then pulled off his shirt, stuffing it in but then found himself lost. He had already put all his shirts away and there were only a few more slacks left on the line to go, with a groan he hooked them up and was heading to his bedroom when the door knocked. He froze, had it been ten minutes? Surely it wasn't ten minutes! Anxiously he stepped to the door and then opened it only to give a short gasp at the fox grinning behind the door.

"Hiya Kid... whoa... when did you build all that muscle?" Vic chuckled, grinning vividly up at Wolford with a toothpick being rolled about between his teeth. He was wearing a dark jacket and the kind of clothes that said he could possibly be up to trouble but there was that aura of a street punk but a noble one, if such a thing were possible. He looked muscular still, he was tall of a fox but that beautiful black colour with the bronze and silvery highlights on his body that made him look gorgeous, exotic. He looked so good, so healthy and it made Wolford's mouth drop before Vic took the toothpick from his jaw and gently tapped Wolford's stomach to make him jolt. "Don't look so shocked... I was always this short!"

"You're not short, Vic... you're a pretty tall fox and much taller than other reds... almost as tall as some jackals. But come in, sorry I spilt my drink when your text came through and had a panic." Wolford blushed, letting his friend come in as he closed the door and then watched Victor drop a gym bag filled with a few clothes on the floor before lifting up a fancy looking paper bag. It looked either like it had come from a female's boutique, cakeshop or even a sex shop and Wolford was scared. Vic noticed and gave a cackle of amusement before laying it down and then standing back to have a look at the place with a whistle of delight as Wolford stepped into his bedroom, put his slacks away and just slung a T-shirt over his head. He then couldn't help but smile to see Vic looking at his gaming system and then finding one of the fighting games the pair had always enjoyed. "I'm afraid I'm still stuck in nostalgia... Gary tried to get me a more recent superhero game but I wasn't interested in story missions."

"You really are strange... but come on, ya nerd, let's have a battle and just chill out!" Vic grinned in amusement and Wolford's tail wagged as his heart seemed to ease. Yeah, going back to how it was seemed safe and would otherwise be impossible if they hadn't already understood one another. The pair settled down, the television was on but they quickly shuffled on their butts to sit right in front of the television as they worked away with feverish grins of amusement. They were soon entranced and having fun, nothing could have been better!

After a few hours, they'd ordered in a pizza and had been watching a cruddy movie that was just fun to laugh at before Vic had suddenly pulled away from the television with a yawn and then asked Wolford what work was like. It was a quick conversation with Vic grinning constantly about the kind of things he experienced and also was pleased that his friend had a lodger now that had needed his kind of help. But Wolford had passed the question back and Vic had been a little more blasé over everything before sighing gently and then commenting about how dull it could be at times before he stood up and then stepped over to the bag with a heavy blush.

"Look Wolfy, I wanted you to come to the wedding but, I had a feeling it was only going to upset you or everyone else and I did not want anyone to treat my best friend like crap. So... when I thought over something I could do to compensate you, I began to think about everything you went through because I was absolutely terrified by your interest in me..." Vic was not going to sugar-coat anything and it actually petrified Wolford to think that something really bad was going to be revealed until Vic blushed heavily and then opened the bag... he lifted up something terrifying but amazing all at once and Wolford's jaw almost dropped right off to do a runner. "Look, my girl and I have moments where we work apart and get lonely, so we had these ideas to do models of ourselves and make them into toys for one another but, I asked for another of mine because... because I owed you it."

"What? Oh Vic... you don't owe me anything dude... seriously, I'll accept it because I know you're embarrassed, but it'll be locked away!" Should he be happy or should he be concerned that something very bad was happening. He made sure not to say anything more as Vic just seemed to look really uncomfortable and even a little angry? Had Wolford said the wrong thing? This seemed a delicate and nervous matter, he was scared that he might have just made things terrible and he gave a soft whine. "Did I say something bad?"

"What? Eh... no Wolfy, I just... just need to tell you the reason I gave you over to the others. I was foolish about it and thought, thought Artem would be a good boyfriend, I had no clue he would be how he was though..." Vic was looking very nervous and though he put the item back, he grabbed the bottle of beer on the table and chugged it down. Wolford beckoned him to calm down and relax about it, but Vic gave a bitter grunt and shook his head firmly as he stared at Wolford with a pained expression. "This is my last chance to tell the truth and be free, my last day and I'm as scared now as I was then."

"But what could ever scare you Vic?" Wolford questioned with a curious expression that just voiced his disbelief but also his willingness to soothe Vic no matter what. His face bore that familiar almost naïve smile with how gentle and sweet it was and Vic just growled and rubbed at his muzzle as he stepped to the sofa to slouch beside Wolford again. The pair eyed each other, Vic looking tough and almost a little angry, Wolford was getting nervous but he knew if Vic hurt him, it was not meant to be awful but for his own good. He cold never take anything Vic did to heart like that, this fox was perhaps the only animal in the world that he would always believe. "Vic... I experienced good things with Artem, but it was my own fault never to question something..."

"No Wolford... its more serious than that. Look, I've got to tell you something pretty serious and pretty shocking, but I need to say it and make sure that this situation in my head, the road I could have taken is a dead end, that it's been removed from the map if you get me." Vic growled and Wolford's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he nodded his head in acceptance and watched the way Vic's face seemed to collapse. He looked suddenly petrified and yet sorrowful all at once, his eyes shone with guilt and it was clear that whatever had happened, he really felt he'd screwed up and Wolford gulped heavily. "Thing is... I was pretty sure I was straight from the get-go, I always liked vixens and always made sure to be around them... but sometimes, sometimes you would just be so cute and you were so dear to me that I didn't even realise that I was looking at you in a way that was... different. So when I got old enough to bring the girls in, I made more of a point of it, to me and even to you and it was like it would ward off the weird thoughts I had in my head. Then... then I fond your magazine and I realised, you were completely aware of your persuasion and I was petrified that it'd be something I'd use against you because I kept thinking... I don't want another guy to touch you and then all that stuff when we were talking just... when it came down to me doing that to you... I was so fucking scared I was going to just pin you down and do it all without care that... that I took the photo to make sure I stopped and pushing you to Artem was to make sure I couldn't be pulled into the whole fucking my best friend and then having to give up everything!"

"I... I... I suppose I see." Wolford's body was starting to shake, his eyes watering but his brain was screaming as it tried to take control of the shock that had overwhelmed his heart. He'd always... he's always believed that deep down there had been something 'curious' in Vic to have made him finger Wolford that time, some reason he'd gotten excited doing it and taken the photo but, it had been a foolish thing to think. He'd made sure to push it aside where he could, move on with Artem and yet... every relationship he'd had he'd compared to what it might be like with Vic and Finnick was clearly the most obvious comparison, even more than ever. But Wolford wanted to cry and despite all his wishes to keep everything bottle up, his mouth whispered. "But... but I love you Vic... it... it wouldn't have ruined anything."

"Yes it would!" Vic spattered, tears suddenly rolling out of his eyes to see the shock and yet hear those soft and stupidly cute words from Wolford. It was always the way, Wolford could never be angry with him, never be down about it and yet Vic wanted him to be angry and to understand that it would have made everything terrible! If they'd been a couple, then there would have been nothing but hatred from the entire pack and worse still, hatred for Vic's own self. He had set a goal in his life to never be seen or counted as a minority for anything more than being a fox... being a homosexual fox would have been as good as sticking a target on his forehead, especially with a younger wolf that others would assume he'd groomed from the beginning. He couldn't have that and his paws covered his face as he growled at him. "I didn't want to be different... but I'm scared that I've ruin you because of my selfishness."

"You haven't... I knew I was gay for a while, knew when I'd watch wrestling and that weird things would go through my head and the fox fetish I have, its because I like foxes, it wasn't caused by you. I just... I've been with a few guys now and well, of them all my fox partners were better but, quick to back off because they didn't really think it was serious being with a wolf. So, I can understand what you felt... but you haven't done anything Vic... you could never do anything." Wolford did not know what to do but open out his arms and have the black coloured fox with his cream, silver and bronze patches flop into his chest and beg to be held. He gripped him to him tightly, hardly able to think of a time when he'd ever done that before when it was always Vic that had been looking after him like this and giving him back confidence. But as Vic sobbed, Wolford nuzzled into his head, insisting that he would be fine no matter what and there could never be a grudge between them.

But that... that was when the mood changed and Wolford's sympathetic glance was perhaps ignored in favour of Vic's own desires. Vic could not forget how good Wolford had looked when he'd touched his backside, how it had felt better than with any other girl and how none of his partners had ever had the same affect on him. He'd been glad to have that vixen in the house then, to have been able to hammer into her rather than Wolford but... odd things happened at bachelor parties didn't they? If it was just closing off that avenue, maybe it wouldn't hurt to feel it once and get it over with?

Vic's lips met Wolford's, but the wolf pulled away with his ears down and a whimper of anxiety as the fox looked at him in confusion. Wolford then stood up, viewing the situation as awkward perhaps before insisting he needed some water and heading towards the kitchen. Vic was trembling suddenly, he grabbed the next bottle and drained the beer fast, turning on the television to try and give him something else to focus on and stop his mind from being like this... why did he want to do this with Wolford?

Wolford was worried, what was going on? What had happened to make Vic react like that? He was feeling uncomfortable even if this was like some dream to him, at heart he knew that it was not right and when he sat back down he held Victor's shoulder. Gently, he told him that there was nothing owed, nothing to forgive, nothing to do... they had gone different roads and they were happier for it. Wolford tried to act as if the kiss had not happened, as if that sudden moment had not made his ears thump on joy to feel those lips upon his, but he couldn't let it be known. He did not want to ruin Vic's life because the fox seemed to believe it would have happened!

"Vic... how about we just go to bed now? You're probably tired like me and you'll only get stressed if you think like that. Just consider, I have Gary and you have her... you're going to be a married fox and a father soon. You're going to be so busy and happy that you'll never have to worry about it..." Wolford began, but suddenly Vic looked awful at the mention of Gary and he gave a growl before snatching his paws around Wolford's wrists and then lowering his head. But he was not sad or pitiful as he spoke, instead he was angry and it scared Wolford to hear it.

"I can't stand you being with Gary either... I'm jealous because that's who they wanted you to be with, that even if not for Artem they'd have steered you to another wolf anyway. I didn't know how bad my feelings were until Gary took notice... because he took notice for the wrong reasons. The only reason Gary showed interest was because you and Larry look so similar and he loves Larry but Larry's totally asexual and blind to anything like that!" Vic barked and Wolford's ears straightened up as he gave a soft woof of confusion before looking down at his friend. No, that was just how it might have begun but, Gary genuinely seemed to care about him and yet, when Wolford insisted this, Vic just spat. "I bet he only does you with your face in the pillow so he can imagine it's Larry! From behind the two of you are identical Wolfy."

"I think you're drunk, Vic... go have a show and then come to bed, the water will help you." Wolford spoke suddenly with a firm look in his eyes and a deep voice. He was no longer sweet and joyful young Wolford with his best friend, but Officer Wolford talking to a drunk at a club. Vic's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at him, but with a groan of frustration, he nodded his head, agreeing to it before he got up and slid off the couch. As Victor stepped into the shower, he paused before the bathroom door and threw Wolford a look over his shoulder, the kind of look he always gave when he was trying to make Wolford aware of how naïve he sounded. It did not seem to shake Wolford as he remained staring sternly towards him, but when Vic closed the door, Wolford's ears drooped.

Vic didn't lie... but if Gary wanted Larry then... but surely that wasn't what he was thinking when they did it? They'd had phone sex and everything and... and he'd been honest with Gary about everything but the constant rendezvous with Finnick he now had to give up. It couldn't be true, could it?

Wolford cleaned up the floor, putting away the rubbish and growling to himself as he stepped into his bedroom and then pulled his clothes off. For a moment he froze, he thought he'd heard the sound of the hair dryer going off, but he gave a grunt and then pulled on his pants before he slid under the covers with his head at the bottom of the bunk so that Vic could had the other end. Of course, Vic had probably wanted it the other way around, but Wolford was feeling oddly hurt. Was it so impossible to be happy that Vic had confessed an interest like this? The kiss was still making his lips throb and he wanted to sob away for the fact his heart was being toyed with all over again! Why did all his relationships become so fucked up like this?

Wolford had fallen asleep when Vic got back to the bed, but he was not sleeping long before he'd felt something very strange going on behind him. A paw was groping at his backside, rubbing a cheek and gently using the motion to peel his pants downwards and Wolford's eyes shot open in fear. He did not want to move though, he did not want to speak, when Vic's warm paw lay on the fur of his backside, it was enough for an erection to push down at the fabric. Then Vic's paw slid between the cheeks and Wolford's tail lifted automatically although he wished it had not. Then he'd felt a soft muzzle rub against his back as Vic's paws slid up and down between the cheeks. His digit dipped slightly and Wolford gave a sharp sound before then giving a fearful whine.

"Vic... you don't want to do this... its only good for me, you wouldn't feel any pleasure..." Wolford whispered, but his voice was drying up and it was like his heart was sabotaging his tongue. He did not want it and yet he wanted it so much as the digit began to press into the tight passage. Straightaway Wolford gave a sharp moan, the sudden sensation of pressure, then stretching, then something sharp probing at sensitive flesh made his body ripple and his backside pucker and permit deeper exploration. It made him whimper and whine as Vic pushed in further, tip of the digit tapping and rubbing until he felt the wetness cause a squelching sound to make Wolford groan and then he pressed a hard point and Wolford' whole body strained out as he gave a gasp. "Victor! Stop!"

"Just let me finish what I started... think of it as back then, just remember it as back then... you were even showing a knot, so desperate just to have the experience with me and I wanted to give it to you... but I ran. So now, pretend I haven't run... pretend I'm going to give it to you..." Victor growled as he pressed his digit in more, rubbing at the point as Wolford's body lifted, his back arching as he rolled and knelt onto his mattress with a moan. His backside opened wide, letting the whole paw go in as Wolford panted madly for a moment, his body tugging the fox's wrist in deeper before pushing back trying to relax around the thickness within himself as Victor licked his lips and then pumped his fist in and out as Wolford gave out an almost pained sound. Then he pulled his paw back with a wet pop, only to grasp and squeeze at the balls below as Wolford gave a groan of pain but pleasure. "Last chance... tell me straight up if you don't want it and I'll stop like then."

Tears dribbled down Wolford's muzzle, how could he say no? How could he refuse Vic when... when wasn't this all his fault to begin with? He'd been the one that had made Vic question himself, want to reject himself and made him push him to Artem then to Gary. If Wolford had been a fox or better yet, if Wolford had been a female then none of this would have happened and Victor would be happy! But Wolford moaned in pleasure as Vic brought his muzzle to the wet, gaping hole and was suddenly slurping and lapping away at him viciously. Wolford couldn't say no, but he would claim it a dream... just a dream... it would seem satisfying at first but then the illusion would fade away!

"Fuck... your ass is just too good, why did you have to have such a sweet ass?" Vic groaned in frustration, burying his muzzle between the cheeks and even pushing into the widened rim to slurp in circles and keep him stretched as Wolford moaned and whined in utter pleasure. It was so good, he hadn't felt stretched by a fox's muzzle like this, hadn't felt such a thorough cleaning with a tongue nor had he felt a paw jerking him rigid whilst doing so. Wolford strained up, leaning back as he went onto paws and knees, groaning and squeezing outward with his backside, practically presenting himself to Vic as he moaned and drooled and them came messily onto the sheet with a gag of shock but pleasure before Vic pulled his slick muzzle away, seeing the hole glisten and the cock bob as it tried to form a knot but kept shrinking. "Now... now I'm going to give it to you... just think of it as what happened then, its not what's happening now and it won't change anything..."

"Vic... don't talk or it'll be too real... just stick it in!" The light was off, there was no way Wolford could turn around and face him anyway, but he felt Vic's boiling hot and already damp cock brought to his entrance. He trembled and his ring pinched open and closed in anxiety before Vic slotted his tip into the opening mouth and as Wolford gave a sound of sharp surprise, he then gasped as Vic forced himself in. He didn't care how hot the body was he entered but rather how wet and how tightly it snatched around him, threatening to hold him forever as he forced himself in to the hilt and then hung over Wolford's shoulders, panting for a moment.

Wolford's throat seemed to go dry, his voice was truly gone, his nipples were as erect as his cock that now bore a knot and was swelling to the point of bursting as the firm fox cock stuffed its way into his tight form the opened for it. His body then squeezed around it, holding it tight as Wolford managed a strained moan so erotic he wanted to bite his tongue off. But Vic said nothing and just buried his face into Wolford's back, nuzzling into the fur and groaning softly before he then began to shift his hips back and forth, slowly and doing his very best to enjoy it. Wolford gasped and panted, tongue lolling as his body tried to snag Vic's cock and keep it stuck within his body. He didn't want to lose this connection and yet he was still petrified that it was as real as it felt!

Vic growled, groaned and then wheezed as he broke loose of the hold to pull back before stuffing back inside, pushing in as deep as he could to rub that point to make Wolford wheeze before he pulled back. His motions were slow, he wanted to keep feeling that tightness, keep feeling the way he was wanted by this hot inside that was making him melt in pleasure. His paws strained forward, just reaching Wolford's nipples and he pinched them tightly, making Wolford give out a cry of pain and excitement as he seemed to curl into himself, panting heavily as the weight on his hips increased as Vic pushed all of himself into it.

As Vic's hips began to grin with a better pace into Wolford's body, staying deep and just swimming inside the heat and the moisture, his paws clamped Wolford's nipples firmly. He flicked and teased at them, trying to draw them out with pinching rubs as Wolford moaned and whimpered in the confusing sensations that made his cock even harder, but then he felt Vic grope at his chest, clasping for a bosom as he heard the low moan of pleasure and the way Vic suddenly seemed to start hurrying himself. Wolford bit down on the pleasure bitterly, groaning and crying against the beautiful pressure filling his body almost perfectly as Vic began to hammer into him, forgetting all delicacy as if he'd just realised that Wolford was not female and so not fragile.

Their breath echoed out in the room with the claps of their flesh, Wolford feeling dizzy and he drowned in pleasure and the taboo of stealing another's fiancé and doing it with his life long dream lover! But there was a terrible pain in his chest, a slow pin-like pricking that he knew was telling him that this was all wrong and it would never exist again. It wanted to bring terrible dreams to the fore, but the pleasure overwhelmed it as Wolford continued to pant and moan in total ecstasy of the actions. He could not believe how wonderful it was, how amazing it felt and just how much he utterly adored this sensation as Vic groaned and then he felt it swelling within him.

The fox's knot swelled out inside him, making Wolford gasp and choke, desperate to bring in air as quickly as he was stretched out, his body squeezing but then being forced to accommodate. The balloon like swelling rubbed right against Wolford's pleasure point, making him tremble and vibrate against the knot as it soon snagged in place although Vic tried to keep pumping in, grunting and groaning. The fox was soon squeezing Wolford's hips with his paws, pushing all his weight into him and then giving out the lowest wheeze of total pleasure as he began to spit and pump cum into Wolford's passage. He groaned but managed to swing a paw around, and under to grasp Wolford's pulsing knot, ignoring the precum being spat upon the floor as he grasped the bulb and began to squeeze it, forcing Wolford to cum rather painfully onto the bed as he groaned and howled softly, pulling the pillow to his mouth so he didn't upset neighbours.

For a while, the fox seemed to keep squeezing, still moving his hip so Wolford would moan in utter pleasure again as the thick tie seemed to shrink slowly, Vic moaning in pleasure. The pair seemed locked together for a good long while before at last, Wolford's knot shrank and then Vic gave a groan. He thrusted a few more times to make Wolford moan again, before he slumped over Wolford's back with a groan, nuzzling into him and whispering that he was going to be here for a while and Wolford was drooling as he nodded his head in acceptance.

But just as he thought they might just separate in the end as the bulb shrank and cum was starting to seep past and down onto Wolford's thighs, Vic gave a groan. Quite suddenly, Wolford gave a yelp of agony and shock as Vic sank his teeth into the wolf's scruff, hanging from him as the fox's body seemed to go limp. As Wolford almost thought to leap away, Vic's body was suddenly thrusting back into him again, growling and groaning as Wolford moaned again loudly as Vic continued... this was going to be a very long night!

By the first light of dawn, a few hours later, Wolford's legs were spread over the crusting bed sheet, cum was dripping out of his gaping backside and his cock was slippery and still hanging out of his sheath. He was panting, drooling, but his body trembled as the agony of his muscles refusing to relax took hold. Vic had fucked him twice till he'd knotted and each tie had lasted a full hour, Wolford's ass was so full it had been pouring out, but his stomach felt weirdly full - was he happy?