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A high-pitched chime jolted her away from the book she'd been poring over. In a flash she yanked her oven mitts off of the counter where she'd let them rest, quick to put them on and tug open the oven door. Bent over she struggled for just a moment to gather a firm grip on the tray, on which another dozen and a half cookies lay scorching hot and permeating with the smell of chocolate and almond butter. Not a single one featured any darkened edges, their pristine circular shape flawlessly maintained as she balanced the tray in her covered paws. Letting it slide out and onto the marble countertop nearest the oven, she sighed with relief and satisfaction now that the work was done. All that was left to do now was dial off the oven, and put the mitts back in the drawer she'd plucked them from. Three dozen cookies sat cooling, with another six already neatly arranged in their separate bags. Leaving the kitchen be for a moment, the little Glaceon maid was off to the closet near the entryway. Coats, boots and umbrellas hung neatly therein from a rack situated beneath a shelf, with a step stool tucked away underneath. She tugged it out in a hurry, pulling herself up to manage the distance between her and the top shelf. Feeling around a moment, she plucked what she was searching for from the back, a lidded straw basket with a checkered cloth that covered its basin poking out of each half of the top.

Back to the kitchen she went, setting the bag on the counter where the packaged cookies lay, and humming idly to herself, she began to set each individual bag inside the basket, making incredible use of the space it provided.

Too much in fact, wrinkling her nose in contempt at the fact that there wouldn't be enough space to fit more than one bag, which meant the rest would be left for Master to enjoy at his leisure - even though they weren't meant for him. She'd been trying to encourage him to tone down on the sweets. Perhaps she could make a second trip...

That is until, her eyes caught the time, green lettering on the microwave above alerting her to the fact that she was already running late. Without a second thought she flipped the basket shut, scurrying from the kitchen once again in a hurry.

"Master Michael, I'm leaving now!" she called out, on her way back to the closet to retrieve her jacket.

"Oh Nanani, do be careful out there!" his voice came from down the hall. "It's getting late, and there's been talk on the news of snow again!"

"I'll be alright, Master..!" Nanani hollered back, half muffled in a mess of winter-wear.

He didn't speak again, not that she would've heard him very clearly anyway, until of course several seconds later when she finally emerged with a white pea coat.

"This will do splendidly!" she whispered to herself.

Once thrown over her polo and skirt, with basket in paw, she hurried out the door almost recklessly, catching herself in a stumble once she'd made it down the only step following the threshold. A passing glance to the sky revealed little but gray clouds, but she knew the sun would be setting in nearly an hour, and with the center of town taking half that to reach at a brisk pace, she knew she had to hurry, even if running wasn't really her strong suit.

She clutched the handle with both paws, she was off in a jog down the pathway, and then the sidewalk. The lights in town were already on, and from the top of the hill on which their house sat, it was always in view. Barring the few blocks where the path winds through thick trees for a few bends. But with sunlight still managing to peek through the clouds with an orange shimmer and a gray hue, peace was felt, if but momentarily.

The trip itself wasn't daunting, as she made it nearly every day for one reason or another, often to swing by the supermarket in town. For this trip in particular, was a gift to a friend of Master's. Her idea, however, not his. It's a long story, really, but her extra care in fortifying good relationships with the "neighbors" was admirable. If not a bit troublesome, at least tonight.

Thankfully the forest was rather quiet, and once out of the last bend through the woods, street lights guided her the rest of the way, even as what little sunlight remained began to dim.

By the time she'd reached the house, it remained mostly but a silhouette, the front door and a few windows illuminated enough to tell her people were out and about. It was after all, only seven o' clock, but such was the nature of autumn in Snowpoint.

A few minutes of chatting and an offering of cookies later, she was back on the trail again, an empty basket in paw swinging idly by her side, no longer weighed down by delicious confections and plastic bags. Darkness was nearly in full effect, the contrasting lights of the lamps lined above her seemingly growing ever brighter. She stuck to their offering like glue, at least as long as she remained in town. Even in a quaint town like Snowpoint, unsavory individuals cropped up from time to time. At least, that's what she had heard, and did well to remain cautious.

At last, the row of lights came to an end, and she was met with the sight of gnarly and barren trees overhanging the path ahead. Though it remained well-paved, it was all she had to follow until her home was in view. And so, she took up a jog, eager to make it home without incident. Every so often a stray leaf or two crunched beneath her feet, the last remnants of the year's growth having finally fallen. A low and hushed wind supplanted the once quiet air, barely tangible at all, but made louder by the trees it passed by and the tunnel in which she walked. Her eyes gazed down at her feet for a moment, hoping to see at least for a moment the ground on which she walked in order to avoid any more leaves. But crunches came anyway. Beneath her feet.

And to her right.

She froze.

Another crunch.

Her heart immediately began to pound. She clutched the basket tightly, turning her gaze back toward the trail in front of her, rather than beneath, and ran. No sooner, however, had she taken a few strides, when a rush of wind whipped by her side, and then that same air was sucked out in front of her.

"Oof!" she grunted audibly, knocked back on her paws, and nearly stumbling altogether. She just managed to hold steady, correcting herself with a huff, before her eyes widened in terror.

Only because another pair of eyes, at least a foot higher than her own and brilliantly red, stared back at her. The silhouette was apparent, the dim glow of light in the distance beyond where her home lay at the back of this creature, who stood with a hunch, its shoulders broad and its fur nearly directionless.

"E-excuse me..!" she squeaked. "I-I must pass by! Please!"

There came no reply, at least in the form of words. A low rumble was all that emanated from the creature. A growl, one that sent shivers of horror through the stunned Glaceon, whose mind was now racing a million different ways.

"Please..! My home is just over that way!" she pointed, stretching out a paw past where the figure stood.

Its head turned, glancing over its shoulder for a moment, as if in thought. She held her paw up in silence for a moment, shaking where she stood, before retracting it in a hurry. It then turned back, the glint in its eyes narrowing just a bit. They stared right into hers and paused. Another moment or two of stillness passed, even her trembling beginning to quell a little, curiously wondering what this creature was up to, and why it hadn't attacked.

Then in a sharp and sudden instant, it drew back, and unleashed a mighty and piercing howl, one that rang out hollow beneath the tree cover. The canine's bellow made the poor girl flinch in renewed terror, using her paws to pull her low-hung ears to the sides of her head in an attempt to muffle it at least a little, slinking back against the trunk of a lone oak in an effort to distance herself from the beast. But it didn't last for long. Even as the dull echo still seemed to reverberate amidst the wood-covered road way, and still she tried to shut it out, it was on her again, its eyes glued to the Glaceon now sunk to her bottom, her knees propped up, all visible beneath a ray of moonlight that momentarily pierced its way through the branches above, for the time being, anyway. It lumbered over, arms hung beside it as it too stepped into the silver-streaked light that hung over them, and upon peeking back up from her huddled position, she finally saw it for what it was.

Impressive in stature even as it stood hunched over, the muscular canine sported a brilliant red and white coat unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Groomed with organized chaos, its chest was full of fluff and well-kempt, while its surprisingly thick, dangling arms were a tad more ruffled. Its brilliant and tall mane arched over its head, the end of it just high enough to stay out of its own eyes, so she could see his piercing red gaze in full. It smiled a toothy smile at her, concealing its persistent growl behind its fangs, a smile that did little to quell her fears of this new and unfamiliar beast.

"You're... g-going to h-hurt me, aren't y-you?" she whispered, her voice shaky and frightened as ever.

It - or rather, he - didn't nod. Nor shake his head. He simply laughed. A low and guttural laugh, before leaning in closer. All the while she had kept her eyes locked on his, she didn't see him lift a single paw, which curled its way beneath her muzzle, taking a gentle hold of her. This snapped her from her frozen state, as two claws pricked at her cheeks, tugging at her head very carefully. Looking down - no - straight ahead, she was shocked to see his intentions laid bare.

Twitching and throbbing in front of her, his pinkish and sizeable canine member sat pointed at her, far extended from a furry white package just beyond view, hung plainly between his evenly spread apart legs. The size of it all was impressive, a slight droop in the form of his cock bore under the weight of it, as just a tiny shift of the creature's stance made it bob in front of her.

No longer was she in any sort of shock or terror. Rather, she was much more perplexed, and a bit embarrassed. She looked back to him again, the male hungrily watching with his tongue hanging from his mouth and panting lightly with increasing excitement. And so, she sighed. She was in no position to protest now, but the prospect was far better than being eaten, as well as anything else she had imagined beforehand. Her reservations lasted for only a moment, watching him intently, before opening her mouth and sticking out her little tongue.

The wolf didn't hesitate, with one paw still firmly planted on the tree, he adjusted the other to hold the back of her head and pushed his hips forward. Her muffled murmurs and his content sigh sounded next as he eased his cock into her mouth, and though she had no say in how much he gave her, she took it well right up until she about gagged at the feeling of his tip prodding its way into the back of her throat. She tried to adjust some, restricted by his hold on her, but once she managed to tilt her head forward, he took it as the green light to go. Almost immediately did he pull his hips back, before easing into her mouth again.

And again. And again. He had found his rhythm, and even with her protesting for a moment with how quickly he'd begun to fuck her mouth, he didn't stop, and she was forced to eventually concede. Her eyes were shut now, bearing the brunt of his cock stuffing her in repetition, his swollen knot pressing against her. Not to mention the very occasional slap courtesy of his full and furry package finding the bottom of her muzzle.

All the while he was panting happily, his eyes closed too in substantiated bliss, a content growl nestled in his throat. All this she could hear along with the sounds she couldn't help but make, gulping on his tool every time it tapped the back of her throat and schlicking as it slid across her tongue. Her little maw gripped his cock so excellently, the pent up wolf was eager to bust inside, his humping rabid and incessant. The poor girl had no choice in the matter, and though the musk that dribbled from his rod did its part to soothe her - to even enjoy the feeling of choking on his meat, still she gasped for air with every thrust. Until of course, those very thrusts began to quicken; once-broad movements with his hips had turned into short and repetitive bursts of energy. Her throat was practically assaulted by his tip now as it rapidly prodded her, his balls all but affixed to her chin now as they slapped their mark with reckless abandon.

She didn't dare - for fear of her life - move her teeth, so it was all she could do to bear it to simply squeeze him with her mouth, trembling as she was tugged back and forth over his pistoning meat. Racing through her mind were so many things. Would this be all he needed of her? Would he get his rocks off and leave her be? Would anyone stumble upon the scene? They were just off the path, after all. Perhaps someone would walk by. But how embarrassing that would be if she was seen like this. Would they even know better? Perhaps they would simply leave, afraid they might be interrupting. Oh, please interrupt. Please-

Her eyes: They shot open in an instant. Trickling down the back of her throat was the first drop of a single suggestion. That precum of his hitched a ride off the tip of his massive tool and wiggled its way down, eventually drawing attention to itself. But it's not like she didn't know it was coming. It had more to do with the way it felt. The way it left a residual flavor that the flesh of his cock did not. A taste that only caused her to exhale with a bit more fervor, warmth resonating from her head and all the way down to her core. She felt her legs quiver. She felt her eyes water. She couldn't help but gulp. It was such a small, brief buzz, but it was enough to make her relax, and lazily roll her tongue underneath his pistoning canine meat.

That was a mistake.

He barked loudly with approval and forced her against him with a sudden jolt that far exceeded anything before. He was practically forcing her muzzle open wider than she could stand, his knot daring to somehow make its way in, causing her chest to rise and fall quickly in a sudden panic. Luckily for her, he didn't quite go that far, but it didn't give her much relief anyway, because not a few seconds after this rough display did a sudden burst of his thick and creamy load erupt from his cock deep into her throat, causing her to gag almost instantly. His thrusts were gone now, holding her against him, but at the very least he began to give her a series of micro-humps as glob after glob of his feral spunk spilled into her open maw, pooling quickly in her throat, and overflowing past the smallest of cracks between the gums of her mouth and the space occupied by his thick member. Her eyes were watering to the verge of tears, but it didn't give her cause to cry. She was simply trying to choke it down in an effort to relieve herself of this well of cum he was drilling into her throat.

But she couldn't handle it anymore, and simply had to pull back against his massive paw. To her surprise, he let her go then and there, and she was finally freed of his rod, which slipped out with ease, leaving her to cough and gasp for air, the corners of her mouth absolutely coated with the stuff. Even then, however, she had swallowed the majority, and was left panting. Exertion, anxiety and a bit of arousal all had their place in her nervous, rapid breaths. Especially now that he was reaching for her again.

A single digit outstretched, his long, sharp claw gave her pause to think things were about to get worse, especially as it neared her throat. But mere inches away, he paused, and then brought his claw down. She watched it as it neared the buttons of her coat, and he slid the claw beneath the first. Such a slight tug and it popped free with ease, flinging off into the grass, and soon to be followed by the next button. And the next. And the next. And with that, the warm restraints of her jacket were free, but he did not touch it further, but rather curled his digit back into his paw, before reaching again as a whole, with claws retracted.

She couldn't help but wince, afraid of where he would go next, her eyes clenched tightly shut, but they opened again when she felt him lift her polo shirt, and press his warm paw against her stomach. She looked back at him again. That toothy grin had completely faded. What she couldn't see in the midst of the twilight was a face of bewilderment. Perplexion. His paw simply settled there for what felt like minutes without end. And she, too afraid to say a thing, simply watched with heavy and anticipatory breath still on her tongue.

Then she heard it, the sound of a snout going to work, sniffing the air as he kept his paw pressed upon her. Each sound was irregular, clearly searching for something as it moved about in front of her. She was curious herself, not sure where his nose would lead him. That is until she felt the bristles of his mane brush against her inner thighs, the size of his head alone forcing her legs open as he held her there. She couldn't hope to stop it, feeling her skirt lifted in an instant, his snout bumped against damp silk, and with it, her thinly veiled pussy lips.

There was no refraining, not even a shred of hope. Her gasp, and the slight quivering that came with was more than noticeable to the big wolf, his sudden snarl taking her by even more surprise. He tugged at her panties with such ferocity that she felt they might tear, but somehow they came free without too much of a fuss. As their thin, bunched form trailed down her legs, she could hear that growl rumbling in his throat again. They paused at her knees, and he let go, forcing his head underneath her skirt again. There was no hesitation, his tongue was pressed flat against her plump lips almost immediately, and she shuddered once again. He simply held himself there, unmoving, but teasing her with the persistent vibrations of his deeply guttural canine sensibilities. She was wet, sure, but now it was becoming something more. No longer this carnal, purely visceral feeling.

All this time her chest tightened, ever-closer to feeling as though she would burst, and when she felt his hot breaths, and that hungry tongue on her nethers, an explosion rocked her from her core, a wave of warmth emanating through her that caused her to shudder so powerfully. Her legs quivered and shook. Her hips, they bucked forward. Some strange sort of mist clouded her eyes and relaxed her gaze, something she couldn't explain, but at the same time found she didn't really care to. This buzz she felt; this warmth. It robbed her of every last ounce of lingering worry, escaping her at the same time as a long, agonizingly overdue moan did the same, parting her lips as she sang him such a sweet tone of pure, evident pleasure.

She heard it, and so did he. There was no denying it now between either of them. As his ear twitched in response; her skirt flicking upwards for a moment in turn, as it was draped over his head. And yet, she didn't feel her chest rise in panic again. No sudden onslaught of anxiety and terror. The warmth was just too great. And his tongue still remained.

And that was the moment they both froze. Many moments, in fact. Was it a surprise? For her, in some part it could be said it was. She didn't expect a gesture of tenderness, mind, but the feeling of his tongue there had her melting. It wasn't violent or vicious or even a bit forceful like before. He simply... felt her. And she, him. His long, wet tongue draped along the contours of her crevice, nestling up close to the very apex, her sensitive little clit delicately tapped by the tip of it. Something about it instilled such a strange sense of calm, she wanted to let him know that this was fine. This here, was something she would not protest.

Yet, she already had. For as the wolf lingered there, still priming this female for what was to come, the moan she gave had made him hesitate. Hungry as he was, he wanted to groan in turn. This throbbing need, this heaviness he felt in his core, he couldn't say anything yet, but her sounds had him desperate. Just a little longer now.

She gingerly lifted a paw, the other still braced against the tree, and with such care she reached forward, not wanting to startle him. Just beneath the veil of her skirt, if she could peel it back, she could say without words that this was better. That even as a total stranger, he was free to do this if he liked, in turn for what she had already done for him. Her outstretched hand carefully plucked the end of her skirt and pulled it back, still shaking just a tad, due to the shivers his tongue was causing her. His head more fully revealed, she met his ear with her digits, and ever so delicately pinched the tip of it, before sliding her fingers down behind it. With a tilt, she slightly changed course, the back of her paw now running along the side of his face, brushing down to the very spot where his muzzle met her thigh, and there was no more room to give.

She then pulled her paw away, and whispered to him. "This is okay."

His yellow eyes shifted, now gazing up at her, his muzzle still firmly buried against her crotch.

"This is much better..." she added, her voice still hushed, but more importantly, she said this with a smile.

It was so sweet. So soft. Unlike anything he'd ever seen. Or tasted, for that matter. Everything about her, a pillowy, delicate and sugary surprise. He had begun with such vigor, sure that she was just some pretty female he could have a starter with. But now with her fully primed, and his eyes gazing upon the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, there was to be no doubt of it now.

His head snapped back, tongue instantly removed from her soaked pussy. His massive paws eased her down with such care, enough so that she was able to tuck her legs underneath her rump before touching down, avoiding a muff full of tree soil as the big dog stumbled back. She watched him as he stumbled back a few paces, right into the very space where moonlight breached the tree canopy, a silvery glow making plain the big hulking wolf's form as he let out such a long, raspy groan. His long, flowing mane billowed over his back, his tall, muscular and hunched form still displaying such power as he tossed his head and unleashed a mighty howl thereafter. It was thunderous, something even with all of his presence that she never expected, but even as it rattled her ears and shook the night, her gaze was fixed on his imposing figure.

Whatever he had done to her, everything about him seemed impossibly alluring. His figure so domineering. His fur so positively rough and rugged. His legs like small trunks, enough to carry the both of them, should the need arise. But what really made her chest rise and fall again was that massive canine tool. She couldn't believe it had been so far down her throat those few minutes ago. Its long, slick and slender shape tapering off so evenly, rounding out the base with a bulb so large it could stave off anything when properly sealed, its red slickness shimmering somehow more than the rest of him in the evening glow. And to top it all off, that thick, low-hanging package of his had to bear enough fruit to flower an entire garden.

And did she ever hope he would start with her.

For the little maid now, there was no denying it. She was positively entranced; affixed to this hulking, throbbing mass of a Lycanroc. Her paw had already drifted down, a single digit pressing with ever more fervor against her little nub. And the other undid that last button on her coat, shrugging it off her shoulders as she watched on with open-mouthed awe. Even though he had already turned back her way. Even though he was already out of the light, and standing over her in but a few moments. But his eyes and his big mouth didn't display hunger. Nor greed.

They spelled determination.

He reached down, those paws of his that already reached so low to the ground mid-hunch easily pulling her own wrists away. With a tug he guided her, lifting her to her feet, as she remained transfixed by the sheer sight of him. The way he grabbed and pulled doing only more to excite her. The quicker breathing was back, but not out of anxiousness. Pure excitement filled her being as he whipped her around by arms alone, planting them both against the tree that was now to her front. No longer was the big wolf in front of her, but no longer to be seen. Simply felt, those large paws completely obscuring hers with their sheer size as they kept her in place. With little pricks, she felt the hairs on his stomach tickle her backside, trailing up to her neck, and even the back of her head being brushed up by his chest. His head loomed over hers, the rapid, feral huffs and puffs he made sounding just above her. But by that point, she had already felt the first of him.

Slick, tender flesh pressed and kneaded apart her round asscheeks, his long cock slipping upward between her curvaceous backside and the skirt that by now was doing such a poor job of keeping it concealed, it may as well have not even been there. All the way up it went, until it prodded at the band around her waist, seeming to pry it apart as he let her know just how close he was to her with a low, but purposeful growl. Her little paws, still pinned against the tree, lightly pricked at the bark as she whimpered beneath him. She could feel and count nearly every single inch of him from base to tip, making a ruler of her backside from just above her pucker to her hip, just below the small of her back.

There was nothing more to be said now. Just anticipation, and each second felt like an hour, agonizingly waiting for the moment where he would take all of that raw girth and finally take her. The thought of it ran through her mind again and again, so rapidly that she thought she was going to burst again. Perhaps to even beg. Or scream.

But even her need was not about to be outdone by his own. It had only been about a dozen seconds, but he was pulling away. Not just with his member, but his paws as well. She closed her eyes as she felt those furry mitts trail down her sides, gliding gently until they found the ample reside of her hips, where they gripped her with surprising fervor.

She couldn't dwell on the tightness for more than a second, however, as the sudden, splitting sensation of his cock parting her sweet pussy and gliding its way those first couple of inches to feel her warmth grip him so tenderly had them both letting out exactly how they felt in their own ways. He snarled above her with a mixture of relief and content, his cock finally achieving at least the first part of its goal with such ease, he couldn't help but be satisfied by it. But she let out a gasp, that trailed off into another whimper. It was so subtle, like a little a squeak of pleasure, that it didn't do nearly enough for him. Rather than jolt his hips forward, leaving him awkwardly pushing up against her at the end, he happily watched her reaction as he met her halfway, pushing even as he pulled, her hips being taken to meet his own with a such a long, slow thrust, it was almost like floating.

As his every inch invaded, gliding past her walls and pressing against them with such forcefulness, his girth was so great, she couldn't help but moan for him the whole way, but not in one that was so involuntary and breathless as those before. This moan was every bit as full as she was, sounded from the deepest part of her throat, it was loud and lustful, one that filled his ears with delight. A moan that told him he had done it, and told her that she was done for. A simultaneous realization that this wolf had this little maid claimed, and she knew that every bit of her was his for pleasure, want and more.

With a bark, he reared back, his cock drifting from the confines of her pussy until little more than an inch remained, before he slammed back in with another loud growl. Her soaked pussy was such a blessing in disguise, somehow entirely abating the forcefulness of this move enough to only leave her reeling with a gasp, but surprisingly no pain. In that brief moment that his hips met her thick behind, she felt his bulbous seal press against her lips, like a warning. Or perhaps, an invitation.

But what he did next was not a repeat of this anomalous, almost painful event. Instead, he only drew back about halfway, his girth still firmly in place, the tip of his cock still lost deep within her, before he pushed back in again. Such a quick thrust, it was instantly apparent after he did this two, then three, then even four more times that this was where the rutting began. She didn't feel such heavy, brutish forcefulness of pleasure this time, but rather a steady, smaller and subtle waves as the sounds of repetitious slapping sounded time and time again.

The wolf was positively delighted, and if she could see his face, she'd know it. His long tongue hung low from his muzzle as he happily humped away at this beautiful creature benath him, her perfectly curved and bountiful ass providing such an excellent rebound point for him that in this position he only had to do half the work.

She however, could not see any of this, and was simply enraptured by the sensation and sounds of it all. The carnality of it had her so hot, so unspeakably turned on that it was all she could do to fight every urge to beg for more. A part of her worried that this is all it would be, but at the same time it felt so unbelievably good. His thick meat tugged, pulled, pushed and massaged her tunnel so wonderfully that she never wanted it to end. That she could be so tricked into believing now that this stranger whom she thought was a threat to her life not so long ago, was possibly about to provide her with the best sex she'd ever had. If she could bend over for him more she would. If she could do something to offer him more, she would. But what made it all the sweeter was that this was entirely him in control of her, and as her little paws balled into fists, still pressed against the tree she was being fucked against, all she could do was coo her sweet nothings. Sing him a song of absolute bliss with a voice so soft and delicate, it seemed almost barely above a whisper, yet as pronounced as she could make it.

This however, was not a very long process, and as the moments passed, the Lycanroc simply went at her, basking in everything he felt, smelled and heard. Even though he finally had the opportunity to blow his load before, this was something entirely different, utterly unparalleled to that little mouth of hers, which certainly held its own. But nothing was so warm, so tight and so inviting as this, and he just couldn't hold off for much longer.

When his pace suddenly quickened, her attentiveness sparked, his thrusts becoming shorter, quicker and a little less paced. His happy panting above had become a bit more concerted, and as he huffed and puffed, his grip around her hips tightened, claws threatening to dig into her, but settling for pricking at her fur as he squeezed and pulled her back.

Again, he howled. But this time, it was in her ear.

She wanted to jump, but couldn't even manage it as she felt a sudden rush between them, his cock erupting with canine seed that filled her with such suddenness, she couldn't help but gasp again. Thick streams and waves of release poured into her, the Lycanroc taking now to making very rapid humps against her, never removing his cock from where it so comfortably resided. She couldn't believe the rush, it so constant and seemingly never-ending, it wasn't until many seconds of this did it finally dawn on her that his knot was only pressed against her. His restraint in not tying her was a shock to say the least, and as he pumped and pumped and pumped again, it seemed inevitable that a mess would certainly follow.

When it finally began to slow, and his little humps began to settle down, she could already feel his cum drizzling down her leg. But after a few more reaffirming thrusts, when he was sure that he had more or less finished from here, he pulled his cock out in a sudden hurry, and with a sigh at that, her enveloping warmth so suddenly replaced by the cool evening air.

She shuddered as she felt his spooge waterfall from her in a quick rush, before her gaping pussy contracted, and left her with a little cream pie, which soon nestled in between her plump lips, her full, sweet labia doing its part to keep the spillage at bay. She was left panting, her breaths heavy with both excitement and exhaustion now, still standing with fists planted against the trunk of this treed she'd gotten so familiar with, and her legs neatly squared apart.

With a chuckle, the big Lycanroc above her, also panting in his own right - but much less tired, and not near as apparent either - let his paw slide, curling underneath her nethers and slipping in between her lips again. With his middle digit, he carefully scooped out that little bonus of his she'd kept tucked away for safekeeping. Still quite chuffed with himself, he lifted that same paw, and brought it all the way up to her mouth. She could smell it, the scent of his cum so rich in her mind now, she didn't even hesitate, winded as she was. She almost moaned as she let out her tongue, and he dragged his pad along it, coating it with this last remaining sample of his first filling. Her eyes rolled up, meeting his looking down, waiting and watching to see her face as she indulged in his flavor with so much more fervor than before. His grin was so very plain, and hers was - well, his paw was still on her tongue, so it was a little hard to smile back, but her eyes said what her muzzle could not.

Total submission. Need. Desire.

Even with her womb saturated in his thick seed, she wanted more - though in part because she hadn't yet orgasmed herself - and he was not about to let this moment waste.

With a "harrumph" he made his move, gathering her up again, this time his paws lifting her off of her feet, and away from this tree they had spent all this time with. He nearly cradled her, but they weren't going far, just a few paces away where the dirt became grass, and he was able to softly lay her on her backside, gazing up at the stars beneath them, where the trees did little to hide it. As beautiful a view as it was, she was still quite attentive on him, her pussy buzzing with pleasure still, the afterglow of his orgasm more than enough, but his musk both there, and filling her senses where it all permeated from her tongue, was about to drive her wild. Laid out, her legs tucked over the other, still somehow clad in this useless skirt, he stood over her at her feet. Her half-lidded stare still drove him crazy, the pleasure being one thing, but the assuredness that this gorgeous female was now his mate being another. He swung his paws down and gathered up both of her legs, his thick paws clasping even thicker thighs as he moved over her. She watched with intrigue and a little smirk as he drew her legs back toward her, testing her flexibility some as one was kept straight, but the other bent, and pressed against her as he took more and more space away. She began to roll back to meet him, unable to stretch her leg this way any more than he had, and her ass was lifted off the ground in turn. He didn't even hesitate to seize this moment, the skirt simply falling down her stomach and out of the way, and his cock dangled above her. Her arms braced the ground behind her, only half of her back and her shoulders still on the ground now, keeping the weight off of her neck. All of this struggle came at the exact same time he planned to reunite her lock with his key. With a smooth motion he dropped his hips, growling with delight as his every inch slipped inside. She moaned for him again, although the awkwardness of the position made her a bit short on breath. He simply smiled at her with a big, toothy grin, having her braced like this making it impossible for her to even move an inch. The sound of squelching came too, her cum-filled pussy a bit noisier, yet all the more satisfying and easy to plunge within the second go-round.

He wasn't planning on giving her breathing room this time, nor was he about to warn her. As he braced his legs back behnd him, each one spread out enough to give him a lot of purchase to begin his thrusts, he pulled up, and glanced down between them. Her own eyes followed his, and they both took only a brief moment to see in the dim glow of the night that union between them. His thick rod held so tenderly in place by the lips of her velvety pussy, still inches to go, but plenty more already inside.

And when he looked back to her one last time, he went for it again, pumping his hips up and down in a seemingly strange position even for him. But he had it all under control, moving with so much more purpose, slowly and gradually in both directions this time, rather than simply humping away at her.

She was shocked, the speed at which he moved slow enough that she could feel him so much more. No longer was it a dull pleasure that came like a buzz, but a deliberate, slow and greatly enjoyable sensation that she could feel from beginning to end, every single time. How his tip tapped her spot, exceeded it, and moved on to the end. How the bulb of his knot pressed against and delicately spread her lips, before pulling away and dragging the rest of his malehood with it. This was so much more than before. Not just some rapid-fire buzz of middling delight, but powerful jolts of pure ecstasy one after another. She wasn't left softly cooing this time. She was gasping with pure awe as each and every motion rocked her, flinging her toward an orgasm she never thought she'd reach at such a pace. His knot especially pushed at her clit every time it threatened to impose, sending such starts that she nearly cried out each and every time.

He watched her carefully, and knew that he had her this way, his cock doing so much more of the heavy lifting now, and despite the position, not tiring him at all. He had all of the control, and she could only look on helplessly at him as he fucked her with such force again and again, watching her delight in it with such passion. Every lewd moan that resonated from her only encouraged him more, digging his hips against her every time he hilted her, but being oh so careful not to go over the edge he held her at. His knot was such a tease, but he didn't dare tie her. Not now, when he had her so close.

She couldn't even begin to place it, whether or not their contorted position had rendered her fully numb, or if she was now so hyperfocused on the action, she couldn't hope to feel anything else. Even now, she'd reckon she'd gotten used to his size. There was no stretching any more; no pain. She fit him like a glove, but even still it was all she could feel. His shaft was so filling, so invasive and so slippery, every single stroke along the walls of her tunnel filled her with so many sensations, it briefly masked the ever-rising, tingling alarm bell within her.

But after all this time, minutes of this passing, the large wolf absolutely relishing in his new-found claim spiritedly crying out for more of his powerful fucking, his ego as big as his build, he hadn't lost a step. Hunched over even more than usual, so firmly rooted to his spot, this poor little maid his perfect little sleeve, and Arceus did she love it, making it all the sweeter.

Her love was so great, in fact, that even in his hold, when he finally had her over the edge, her hips jolted forward, digging her plump lips hard against his bulb, so much so that he had to pull back a bit. His hold on her legs tightened, squeezing her soft thighs as he braced the both of him for her orgasm.

She shook like she'd never shaken before, her pussy spasming with absolutely delight, her already soiled tunnel filled with the stuff but his tight hold, her downward position and his thick plug meant her honey had only way to go. The big wolf's tongue lolled happily from his muzzle as he felt her release spray from the tight reveal he gave her entrance, coating their crotches and tickling his balls. And her passionate, energetic and breathy moan was such music to his ears, he could feel another buzz shoot up his crotch, tingling his area and resonating in his sack. All the warmth, the fluid, and particularly the pheromones were about to drive this Lycanroc mad.

But he was patient.

As she finally settled beneath him, her chest almost sore from all the heaving it had done, her eyes, which had spent the duration of her climax rolled up behind her lids, finally fell back to him, this massive wolf still looking at her with hunger and want, and having left her in such a state, she was shocked to feel that flutter in her chest. He'd been so loving, pleasuring her so perfectly with only his dick, and here she was, a mess of now matted fur, both cum and lubrication all over her legs and crotch, a bit on her chest, and still the lingering taste and smell on her tongue, and around the edges of her mouth. Yet even still, he wasn't close. And in that moment of clarity, that brief window where her hazy mind, rich with yearning and craving only him, saw the eyes of intent, and felt her chest flutter again.

Her breaths began to slow, and his hold on her began to finally relinquish, easing her legs back down, her behind back onto the grass, and allowing her feet to touch down as he moved away. Before she even had the chance to sit up, however, he was at her side, providing a single shove with enough force to tip her up on her side, but she made it easy for him and rolled the rest of the way. Here, she was so awfully familiar, and she made it abundantly clear even to him. He sat back with content as she pressed both of her forearms on the grass in front of her, bemused as she kept her front low, straddling her kness a fair ways apart, and lifting that asset - that very thing that drew him in from the start, its thin fur all displaced, messy and stained with fluids, but still so apparent in its size. The one thing about her he knew made all of this possible. How she handled him, and how he continued to handle her. Even now as it all shimmered beneath this full moon, his eyes absorbed the sight, her ass bobbling with every little shift and movement as she set her knees. Her skirt was in tatters, her long diamond-esque tail practically pinned to her backside.

Several minutes ago he had her held against a tree, pleasuring himself with her mouth. Now she was bent over, presenting herself to him, and the sight brought him nothing but excitement, his heavy, slick cock dripping with precum as he sized her up one last time. The big dog lifted a paw, cradling his member in its hold as he stepped forward, his other paw taking up the opportunity to reach for, grab, and squeeze at least a portion of all she offered up to him. With grip affirmed, he eased his hips forward, not wanting to delay the feeling of her for much longer.

As his tapered end pierced the veil yet again, she immediately gave into her inhibitions. No fighting it now, she positively crooned upon feeling him enter again. Inch by inch passed by her lips, filling her tunnel with his meat all over again, but as those last few inches came, he thrusted in with a bark, not wanting to delay any further. His paw now removed from his cock, which had long since found its mark, it assisted the other paw in simply taking stock of her round peach, gripping her other cheek just as tightly.

The way he squeezed her, his claws digging into her ass, it only furthered the burning desire that made her heart pound away, her breaths quick, and her box twitch and buzz. But when he pulled back, bracing himself against her, his hold twisting at the skin a little, her eyes shot open, alert and so very briefly frantic as her hands scrambled for purchase, balling up the grass in little fists not a microsecond before his hips collided with her behind. The slap was so rough, so strong, she could feel it as evidently as the gratification of his tool plunging within her again.

But this time, it wouldn't be a one-time thing. Again, he used the rebound to really throw himself back, nearly miscalculating as his cock slipped entirely from her pocket, but with such a quick follow-up, it had no time to droop and miss its mark. She cried out with such intensity, that he had to bark in turn, laying his own emotions bare. It was one thing for her to moan, but to do so in such a way was like a dream to this big dog, and he wanted nothing more than to make her do it again. The follow-up was swift and powerful, his hips smacking against her again, and again. Over and over this continued, his tool pistoning in and out of her at a pace unrivaled even by anything before, the collisions so loud, they could even be heard amidst her squeals. She tried so hard to bury her face in the grass, to hopefully mask at least some of the noise, but there was nothing to be done. He mated her so powerfully and so roughly that she practically skirted forward with every single contact. Even now as she seemingly had so much more control than anything before, she had less than ever. Everything she grabbed, futile, any way she tried to settle herself, it was too much to bear.

Slap after slap, the large, powerful male so chuffed with himself, his husky growl providing such a nice bass to the acoustics of the orchestra of sex this love-making provided, her high-pitched cries a perfect serenade for his efforts.

But even more perfectly, her warmth had somehow gotten even better amidst all of this. At least, it certainly seemed that way to him. Smiling like a goof, biting his tongue as he humped and humped away. Though this was somewhere he never wanted to leave, her pussy was just too good, and he was bound to bust again soon.

Not that she'd fully gotten used to it or anything, but after so many minutes of this, she had at least gathered herself enough to moan with a little... less fervor. His strong thrusts still made holding on a struggle, but in lifting her chest, she was able to look down - back at the space beneath her, to catch sight of his heavy balls swinging beneath them, a huge reminder of all that he came packing. All that he was going to give her.

It was then that his thrusts slowed, each one more forceful than the last, but spaced apart, pausing as he hunched forward and shoved against her. Once, twice, and then a third and final time. He let loose with every bit as much gusto as before.

Her eyes forward, gazing into the night, mouth hung open, grass tickling at her chin, and her paws still squeezing the blades of grass she'd long since ripped from the ground, all her senses clouded at the feeling of his cum rushing inside of her once more, his thick knot grinding so tightly against her pussy as a fire hose of Lycanroc seed filled her womb in record time. She couldn't believe he had what felt like even more to give this time, and it seemed as though this time he was determined to plug her, but couldn't get it to fit, his pushes so strong, she felt as though she might bowl over. But all of this warmth, it was practically intoxicating, his pulsing member sending rope after rope of the stuff into her was a feeling to die for, one she'd felt many times before, but never in such a quantity. For half a second it crossed her mind that she might pop, if it didn't all have somewhere to go.

It was then, still in the midst of his orgasm that he suddenly pulled back. He let out such a low, guttural snarl that it almost snarled her, but it was clearly one of longing and frustration. He had to do it, but not for the reasons on her mind. Her head snapped back, looking beneath her again to see him. The Lycanroc had stumbled back a couple of feet, back on his haunches with his cum-covered cock hanging low. But between them, falling from her pussy was a thin stream of his seed, finally having somewhere to go, and onto the grass they went. She kept her ass up all throughout, even though her legs shook with the desire to let go, she didn't dare. She'd been with enough males before to know that this was a sight they loved, and with this wolf in particular, he seemed so determined to make her a mess of his own cum. What she couldn't see, however, was his face, tongue hung from his mouth as he watched his handiwork, his spunk rushing from her soaked cunny in such a hurry, it seemed as though it wanted to escape. But then, there it was again, and something he could witness this time, her little flap contracting, and like a faucet, the last string of his ejaculate fell to the ground. Her little snatch enveloped the last of it, only allowing one last, little drop to slither its way to the edge, dangle and finally, drop.

He gulped, a brief pause in his ravenous, rapid breaths. For a dog of no words, she had somehow managed to render him speechless, even if for only a second.

She let one last shiver course through her, a long huff to follow, as she took stock, her little fists finally relaxing, and she began to push her front up. On hands and knees, she sat back, knowing full well he was still behind her, staring. Panting. Her long tassels draped down her bare backside as she righted herself, up onto her knees. Adjusting like this gave way to another brief respite for the filling inside her, rushing from her in a hurry, pooling beneath her.

"Mister Lycanroc." she calmly said, hoping he'd finally speak.

He did not, however, simply tilting his head inquisitively.

With a pause, she gathered up her little paws, and shuffled around, turning to face him, still squat on her knees and sat upon her haunches.

"Is that all you had for me~?" her eyes shut, a warm smile on her face as she asked the question in earnest, her sweet voice still such music to his ears.

But in turn, his head only tilted back, still looking puzzled, his breathing beginning to slow, though his tongue still hung there.

She breathed a little sigh, gathering up the courage to continue. Her lips parted to speak again, but she hesitated.

The big wolf's tongue slipped back inside his mouth, his breathing stopped, his wild eyes fixed upon her.

"Would you..." she began, but paused. It wasn't a matter of what she was about to say, the words an inevitability. She knew his intentions, they were so plain, and everything was so nearly complete. It was just... saying them that caused her heart to pound with anticipation.

He took a step forward, and then another, his cock still twitching beneath him as he watched her carefully. As he closed the gap, she felt her words fail her, her breaths begin to quicken. His staggering figure, instilling in her much the same sensations she felt minutes ago as he stood over her, fucking her senseless.

She gulped, the things she wanted to say completely gone now, but in a moment of panic, she whispered words that surprised even her. Words that she never intended, but words that said exactly what she wanted to say.

"Breed me..."

With a lumbering stride he simply moved forward, causing her to reel back, losing her balance almost immediately and falling with a surprised gasp. The Lycanroc closed whatever gap she had just created so quickly, his paws planting on either side of her head, pushing his hips into the space between her legs, which still hung in the air above her. His chest hung just above her face, his fur so close, it threatened to tickle her nose, but more importantly was his still throbbing red rocket, pressing down against her lips again, and in such a swift, fluid motion, he buried himself into her. Her legs straightened as she let out a heaving moan one last time, the pleasure his rod delivered one thing, but just as much the overwhelming anticipation, knowing she had just said what she'd said, and now here he was, buried several inches deep inside, pinning her at the hips down to the earth, and held completely at his mercy.

She'd already accepted this was the likely outcome, even without his knot, her fertile honeypot was bound to bear fruit after two loads as big as the last. But now, there was no shred of a chance she wouldn't receive it now. That knot, nestled against her pussy lips and constantly in the back of her mind, was what constantly filled her mind. The danger and the mystery of its size, plugging her up and ensuring absolutely nothing escapes this time. But would it hurt?

There wasn't any more time to think about it, as he remained crouched atop her, his cock firmly in place, he began to lift his back end, his cock tugged free from her tunnel, but immediately pressed back into her once no more than a few inches remained. Just like before, when he had driven her to climax, he was slow, deliberate, and she could see it all as it happened, but not that it mattered. She was too preoccupied with tightening her fists in front of her mouth in some vain attempt to conceal the cry she gave. It was a bit more raspy, more tired now, but she was too fucked to care now.

Nothing else mattered anymore. Not her empty basket tossed aside, her coat, with buttons strewn across the ground and her skirt torn to shreds, what remained of it still clinging to her waist. Not even the curfew, something she had long since missed. Everything was foregone for this wild beast, whom she thought would end her night, was now making it, with the intention of giving her a litter before it was done. And she would gladly take it.

Every single pump felt more urgent than the last. Her moans awash with exhaustion, yet equally rife with need. Her legs quivered with each thrust, his hips bouncing off of hers immediately after she was pressed. The squashing and stretching of their union was only something they could feel, and only something he could take advantage of, his fleshy round bulb seeming to tell her "almost" as he got closer, and closer. She could feel his cock pulsing inside, gearing up for one last shot as he ground himself against her tighter still.

He picked himself up, prepared for only the briefest of milliseconds, and then slammed his hips down with more force than anything before, grinding and rolling his hips as he roared with exertion. All at once in a sudden burst, his cock erupted with his seed, and it filled her yet again, even faster than the last. But this time, his knot did not remain a bystander, simply pressed against her as he came. This time, it pushed her apart, its thickness stretching her opening for all it was work, hard-pressed against her clit as he fought to make it that last inch or so needed to plug her tight.

She squealed with such impassioned delight that she nearly lost her voice then and there, his tie pushing her well over the brink, her cunny left squeezing him for all he could muster, milking him for every last drop, and tightly locking him into place as his gruff cry evolved into a thunderous howl. It was like a dam had burst and its contents filled her and more, his hips still pumping against her, depositing every last drop of his cum he could muster for her, mixing with her own fluids to apply a pressure she had never felt before. It seemed as though this might be too much, a brief panic manifested in moans that sounded almost desperate, as if to protest. She wanted to say "wait! Wait!" but her high was so great, it superseded all else, and rocked her body with such pleasure, it nearly masked the minor distension. Not that he was to be interrupted anyway.

The Lycanroc continued to growl, his teeth clenched as he provided a series of mini thrusts even as his release finally began to slow, his balls swaying and slapping against her time and time again. He could still feel it come, dribbling steadily for a few moments more, until finally the buzz of his climax came to an end. Still he humped her, just a couple more times to be sure, and then with a groan he stopped.

It seemed like he would collapse on her then, lifting her hands to brace herself should that happen, his chest so close to her face. But with a grunt he pushed himself up, his strong hind legs lifting their tie just a little. The feeling of his swell inside her lips giving such a tug was enough to make her moan again, but it was only a start. The Lycanroc tucked his arms underneath her, scooping the little Glaceon up and holding her close to him as he shifted onto his side. At first it seemed as though he was about to give her a place to bury her face, but with a swing of his leg, it proved the opposite, twisting their tie with a grunt, and her in turn as he remained put, all with the use of his massive arms.

It was such an awkward struggle, but soon he had her close to him again, his front to her back, his arms encircling her chest, and his big muzzle resting atop her head.

Her breaths were so tired, so raspy as she tried to gather herself still. Her tummy felt positively stretched, even if she couldn't see it, and as uncomfortable as it was, his soft breaths against her crown, and his warm fur against her backside had this soothing effect, and she too began to breathe more slowly. In time, it was all she could hear, his chest heaving up and down, his quiet exhales only occasionally interrupted by a little snort here and there.

She tilted her head upwards, and he tilted his down. For only a moment, they stared at one another. His yellow eyes no longer seemed so frightening, so narrowed and filled with intent. They were simply there, gazing at her, affectionate and concerned. There was no hesitation on her part, lifting a paw, she rested in on his muzzle, and tilted just a bit more, and gave him a single, solitary kiss.

"You're not such a bad wolf after all." she whispered.

Instinctively, his tongue flashed for just a moment to catch it, but licked his own muzzle in turn. His eyes remained entranced, but he didn't reciprocate. Instead he simply let his paw trail down her front, and rested it on her stomach, where it would remain. Tipping his head back up, he dropped his head to the side, resting it on the grass, and she in turn, rested hers against him, and slowly they drifted off to sleep.