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"Ah! Careful with how tight you're tying that rope!" Dexter huffed as quietly as he could against the tree, watching as the golden jackal finished tying his hands to its branches.

He didn't know why he was doing this... Why he agreed to be stripped of his clothes by the handsome canine except for his bell and collar. Tied and pinned against the tree's bark by the man's body leaning close against his, left helplessly bound in a public park with his needy, wet, inflamed lips invitingly wafting his estrus-ridden scent into the air while he tried desperately to grind against the man's crotch. Of course, he already knew the answer. It was his heat. That, and Soulfire's teasing words which had left him squirming until he couldn't deny the desert dog's lurid suggestion.

The danger of being caught was constantly on his mind, ensuring his ears twitched at every noise he heard, casting his gaze away from the handsome, sandy fur of the still clothed male to make sure they were still alone - even if the overcast skies concealing the full moon's light made it difficult to make anything out beyond shadowy silhouettes. All the while aware that, with his body strapped in place high enough against the tree that his toes could only barely brush against the grass, the jackal could leave him there at any moment, helpless to escape the humiliating predicament until some stranger found him.

But, surely, the stranger he had known for all of thirty minutes wouldn't do that... Right?

Fuck. How did he keep getting himself into these situations?

"I've got to make it nice and tight considering how much you're squirming~" Soulfire replied with a possessive rumble as he pressed his hand against the shepherd's bound wrist, pinning it against the rope binding him in place whilst the rest of his body leaned in against his helpless quarry.

The jackal's body was warm, helping to keep the cool night air at bay even with his clothes in the way, especially around the man's denim-clad tent resting so teasingly close towards the dog's fertile lips. Dexter wished nothing more than to wrap his arms around the male and pull him against him until the desperate itch in his depths was satisfied by that confined tool, but all his squirming managed to do was test the secure knots the man had tied around his wrists, and the strength of his body pressed against his arm.

"Fuck. Come on... Please," the canine whined, his ears flicking back against the back of his head whilst his heterochromatic eyes stared wistfully at the stud tormenting him. "I've been good! So fuck me already~"

He did his best to lift his legs, the only limbs he had free, to entrap the jackal against his needy cunt, barely managing to wrap an ankle around the back of the dog before he took a step back and left him exposed to the evening chill without the jackal's body sheltering him. A whimper broke from Dexter's lips as a breeze danced across his clit and labia, sending a shiver racing through his frame, but also partially out of excitement as he watched the sandy-furred dog start to disrobe himself at last.

First went his shirt, pulled from his toned chest to reveal cream-colored fur flanked by the edges of a diamond-shaped patch of black wrapping around his back. Next came his pants, the belt sliding free without issue to leave the jeans hanging by the tent still trapped within. Here the jackal once again tormented him, taking his sweet time to free the long awaited cure to his heat. A slow, teasing brush of thumbs across the jackal's pants left Dexter panting by the time Soulfire finally popped the button of his waistband. The shepherd's mounting anticipation left his toes clenching against the roots of the tree, his tuft of a tail vigorously wagging behind him as those pants fell away to expose the plump, sizable sheath and pre-crowned tool swelling from it.

"You good, pup?" the jackal murmured, kicking his pants off to be just as naked as his trapped plaything. He reached down to squeeze a hand around his sheath, coaxing his pink girth to swell towards its peak. The hefty tool towered above his hand as the hint of his knot swelled into being above his curled fingers. The brief hints of moonlight peeking through the cloudy sky ensuring each drop of pre oozing from his tip was evidently visible as it trickled down his length, bringing his meat to a glistening shine.

"D- Don't forget the condom," the shepherd whimpered with both of his eyes locked upon the cock. He had been thinking of it ever since the jackal first settled up to him at the bar. His toes clenched once again as he further contemplated how the warm spire would feel as it lay claim to his needy fertility. A thought that sent an embarrassed blush burning through his cowed ears as he continued his request, "I'm way too deep into my cycle to not get pregnant without it..."

"What? After how wet you got when I threatened to breed you~?" Soulfire teased again, pausing for another moment to seemingly fetch something from his discarded pants before stepping in at last. Close enough that the jackal's bare fur brushed against the needy pup's frame, his lovely cock dragging itself across the dog's abdomen. His long, slow rolls of his hips ensured it trailed along the shepherd's fur, smearing his drooling, musky scent over the bound cuntboy's fur, before finally teasing those inflamed lips with a soft brush from his tapered head. "I mean, look at you you're already squirming like a bitch in, well, heat just from me teasing it~"

Another low, hesitant yet hungry whine whimpered from Dexter's lips as he closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to steel his resolve against the need welling from his womb. No! He had to be a good dog! A good pup... He couldn't just let himself get knocked up by a stranger! So, he huffed, opening his eyes to feebly raise them to meet the gaze of the man teasing his desire. "Please. Just, put on the rubber and fuck me before someone sees us!"

"Fine, fine~" the jackal sighed forlornly before pressing one hand against the dog's chest to pin him against the tree, whilst the other fumbled around his crotch in the dark of the night. The quiet, unmistakable tear of a wrapper followed, then a low, quiet murmur from the jackal as he dragged his fingers over his eager, pre-dripping tool.

"Ready?" he leaned forward to growl against Dexter's ear. The hand that had placed itself against the dog's chest slid down to grasp him by his waist instead, helping to steady the writhing cuntpup as his other hand guided his twitching cock to kiss the dog's lips once again.

Damnit, Dexter thought to himself, even with a condom on that dick felt so warm and good against his quivering sex. It made the spotted dog release a quiet moan and equally suppressed whimper, as he shifted to acquiesce to the jackal's desire. His weight pressed against the dog's hand, letting the desert canine support his weight with his grip to hoist his back against the tree. With the ground no longer against his pads his legs wrapped around the one source of stability they had on hand, crossing above the jackal's black and tan tail and pressing in against his back to ensure the stud couldn't escape the alluring warmth of his moist, drooling snatch.

"Sounds like a yes to me," Soulfire growled again, rumbling into his fertile bitch's ear. He shifted some of his weight to behind his hips, just enough to let his hot, tapered point finally answer the inviting call the shepherd's fertile lips had been wafting ever since he stripped the dog of his pants.

"Ooooh god..." Dexter whined sweetly against the jackal's ear. His arms flexed against the ropes helping to hold him up as they prevented them from reflexively wrapping around the stud taking his folds. His calves did their best to compensate, squeezing against the jackal's hips as he started to roll forward, swaying his mast a few inches in before pulling back to tease his extra-sensitive lips with each sway of the sawing motion. Every advance brushed the hot point of his length against the deeper nerves of that sex, tracing tantalizingly across flexing walls that quivered in their wake.

"I thought you didn't want to get caught? If you're going to keep moaning like that, someone's definitely going to hear... Perhaps I should have brought a muzzle with me~" the jackal teased once again, sending another blush to burn along Dexter's ears as he tried, and failed, to wrestle down the moans the other man's cock was prompting within every thrust.

"Huff... Can't... God, why does it feel so good even with a condom on," Dexter whimpered again, closing his eyes as he struggled to control himself. The jackal wasn't playing around, his dull claws raked along his haunches as they kept his body pinned between the tree and his advancing hips. Those first teasing strokes had given away to a firm, demanding rut, driving his cock deep enough that its point neared the end of his flexing canal. The canine's knot even drew close enough with every swaying roll of their bodies to make his labia shiver just from the tantalizing warmth radiating off of it.

"That's because I never put it on," Soulfire snarled into the dog's ear with a teasing grin plastered across his lips. His hips hammered forward with the admission, sinking the dangerously unprotected cock deep enough that the half-swollen glands lining the base of his cock clapped against his newfound lover's sex! The blow ran through the shepherd's body as he reeled with the realization, sending a long, needy moan to erupt unexpectedly from his lips. Especially as the following thrusts from the jackal continued to plow into his drooling snatch.

"Erth- Wait, hah~!" Dexter tried to force out a complaint, only to have the words struggling to take shape in his throat shaken loose by the next buck rolling him against the tree. His protests were only further undermined by his vivid blush, now grown so hot that it peeked through the fur of his cheeks, not to mention the mad wags of his traitorous tail flailing beneath him as the man worked towards spilling his load deep within his unprotected depths.

"Better speak quickly if you want me to pull out~ Otherwise I'm going to tie and give you my puppies!" Soulfire snarled one last time into the shepherd's ear, grunting as his hips began to throw themselves forward with everything they had. His knot ground against the canine's needy sex, wedging itself between his lips as they stretched around the widest point of his base. Just another thrust or two, and he'd sink into place and make that cunt his.

Yet, Dexter still couldn't call out for him to stop! His damn heat left him flustered, so desperate for the very deed that the jackal was about to perform that he couldn't find it within himself to protest! One last feeble attempt to do so left his lips as nothing but a whimpering whine, finally convincing the dog to surrender and brace for what was about to happen. His eyes clenched shut, his snout dipping down in submission against the other dog's snout, ears cowed as his legs squeezed once more against the jackal in a wordless beg.

"That's what I thought, pup," Soulfire huffed possessively against the shepherd's ear, pressing the last of his weight behind his hips, throwing himself into each buck whilst his hands raked along the side of his prize's hips to pull him into each swing. Once, then twice, before finally his knot sank past those lips to hilt himself within the pup's achingly warm body at last! His length spasmed, thickening to its peak as his glands hooked within the cuntboy's sex, pushing his tapered tip to cradle against the dimple of the pup's cervix. His balls clutched against his sheath, quivering with anticipation to release, and encouraged to do just that with every breath the jackal took of the shepherd's wafting, fertile scent.

Dexter had to bite his lip to try and keep the full-throated moan welling within his chest down. His fingers pressed white against the palm of his bound hands, his eyes squeezing shut with every ounce of strength his eyelids possessed as he felt every quiver, every foreshock of arousal from the canine's dick buried within his snatch. He could feel the man's pulse beating within his tender walls, drumming against his most sensitive spot thanks to the shaft's flaring knot. All while the un-clad tool painted the vulnerable entrance to his womb with its glossy pre...

One last, teasing tug to test his knot within the dog's tight, milking depths finally lulled him over the edge. Soulfire's balls flexed, squeezing down with every shot they fired, his length throbbing with every surge of virility that poured itself into the dog's abdomen. The fertile boy might have swallowed down that last moan, but the pleading, whimpering sigh of relief that kissed against Soulfire's ear escaped just fine. Long, desperate begs of wordless noise lulled from the shepherd's throat as he felt the jackal's tool pulse against his womb. His toes clenched in the air whenever a piercing white hot lance of seed erupted from the tip, soaking against that permeable barrier as they flooded his tunnel with the fecund load until the copious seed began to trickle dow from his stuffed snatch.

The shepherd's mind could only imagine what that seed must be doing to him as it bubbled forth past his cervix like spring, spreading its warmth along his fertile fields wherever it trickled. How the squirming virile tadpoles must have been carried along by that alabaster cream advancing further, creeping along the cavern of his womb, chasing the scent of his awaiting fertility. How virile was the stud? How likely was his seed to manage to make that trek, to journey up along his tubes to find what eggs his heat had delivered from his nestled ovum? How likely was one of those eager swimmers to sink past the protesting wall of an egg and give him a pup like the man had threatened...

He didn't want to even try to hazard a guess as he laid against the tree trunk, huffing as the man's climax finished delivering its plentiful load into his cunt. Dexter's gaze eventually opened, allowing a quiet, satisfied, but embarrassed stare to admire the jackal looking back down at him. Seconds passed wordlessly as their gazed locked, their bodies growing still against one another as the cold that their deed had banished returned to tease the shepherd's naked body - at least wherever his body wasn't pressed flush against the jackal's own.

"S, so I guess I need your number now... You know... in case..." Dexter eventually found his words as another blush crossed his features. His split colored eyes turned away, unable to meet the jackal's own, or look at his self-satisfied gaze as he danced around the potential consequences of what just happened.

"Mmm... Sure... Perhaps after I drag you back home and make sure it's a 'when', not an 'in case'~" Soulfire growled hotly, his depraved smile showing in the moonlight as the clouds started to part.

"That's... I mean... You can't just threaten a guy with that..." the dog non-answered again, huffing as he gave a playful squirm against the binds of the rope and knot, confirming he was still entirely stuck at the jackal's mercy.

"Doesn't sound like a no~ Maybe I'll just make certain you don't leave those ropes until I'm confident you're going to have a big belly full of my pups," the jackal rumbled again, his words growing hotter, heavier as his hips started to test his deflating tie more and more, seemingly growing all the more eager to start railing his cum-painted cunt once again.

"Stop that!" Dexter tried to hiss through the pleased huffs those movements sparked within him, only barely keeping a whimper from barking forward as the dog's knot pried free at last, sending a small deluge of jizz and feminine fluids escaping from the once plugged sex.

"It's already taken your knot forever to deflate, someone's bound to... see us... here..." Dexter began to protest as the dog firmly ground his hips forward, as if to threaten the glands returned to his bred entrance, only to be interrupted as he caught sight of the growling jackal in the evening light.

The sky had finally cleared from the clouds that had once hung across it, revealing the shining, brilliant circle of the full moon. Its heavenly radiance illuminated the park around the two dogs, exposing the looming jackal's body nearly as clear as day to the shepherd's night-suited eyes. Clearly enough that he could see the tension swelling within the dog's body, how his fur ruffled in waves with every twitch of his suddenly swelling muscles, or how the sclera of his eyes started to darken into an inky black hue that stood in sharp contrast to the golden, feral eyes which now stared down at him with predatory fixation.

"Oh... Fuuuuuuuck," the shepherd whimpered, unable to do anything but watch the man that had just bred him transform before his very eyes.

The only thing that he could do was huff and press himself as tightly against the tree as he could. All the while, the jackal grew larger, gaining a head or two in height compared to the cuntpup in front of him. Enough of a growth in size that his now thicker, stockier frame of muscle and fur could easily hold Dexter's dangling body with one arm, freeing the other to steady his awkwardly shifting balance against the tree. The clumsy grasp inadvertently dug the supernatural beast's claws through the thick bark, leaving behind claw marks gouged into its surface as he steadied himself on his now digitigrade legs.

The were-jackal's' breath crashed against Dexter's trembling face, banishing the chilling touch of the evening air from his fur with little trouble. Each powerful breath sucked in more of the in-heat dog's scent, tempting the increasingly feral temperament of the werejackal and rousing a hungrier pant that dampened the shepherd's face and neck fur with each humid blast. A low, domineering snarl rolled from the once teasing male's black lips as his jaws parted in a snarl. His snout pressed forwards, shoving his nostrils against the side of the shepherd's neck to greedily imbibe his quarry's scent straight from the pelt.

But by far the most intimidating sight, at least for the helplessly squirming dog, wasn't the sharp claws squeezing along his hip, nor the dagger-sized fangs dripping with drool against his neck. It was the massive slab of meat swelling from the beast's crotch that towered over its previous size with Soulfire's transformation into the powerful, monstrous visage now looming over him. Every shudder that ran through the were-jackal's body was mirrored with a surging throb through his spent tool, swelling the soft, pink flesh into a madly twitching, turgid red mast. Every flex surged Soulfire's cock another inch forward across his still seed drooling lips, as a thick rivulet of musk-wafting pre was clenched free to further paint him in the creature's musky scent. His abused sex quivered in response to the waves of virile, masculine warmth washing across his cunt with every needy pulse whilst the spire draped itself across his abdomen and belly.

"E- easy now boy... Good jackal... You've definitely put your pups in me. You can let me go noooow~!" Dexter pleaded with a bashful grin, trying to lean his head away from the large canine's panting maw before his pleading whimper was silenced by the beast's spittle-laced fangs biting around his shoulder.

The dog reached up, grasping onto one of the tree's branches with his left hand in a vain hope he could pull himself away from the eager monster stud, only to have the creature's free hand wrap around the other side of his hip and yank him off the tree's surface! In an instant the canine found himself hanging from the branch he was holding and the rope digging into his right arm, unable to do anything but kick and flail his legs from the sudden lurch.

Of course, such reflexive, panicked kicks failed to land any solid blows against the brutish jackal, thanks in part to him lacking the space to put any force behind the mad swings with how close the beast held himself against him. Instead, all he managed to do was brush his paws uselessly against the monster's flanks as the beast settled his giant, tapered head against the dog's familiar mound.

"C'mon now, you really don't need to do this!" Dexter gave one last attempt at a beg before the jackal's grip slammed him onto his hot, cunt-stretching cock. The meaty, tan and white furred arms flexed as they dragged the dog down. Each swaying tug and thrust back up caused the bell upon the shepherd's collar to jingle whilst his lips were made to wrap around the slick, sputtering cock head. The searing hot spear of masculinity ground past his 'warmed up' tunnel, stuffing the passage to its limits as the sensitive nerves coined around his tunnel sent wracks of pleasure drumming through his body. Especially whenever the giant were-cock crammed itself against his cervix, sending a barking, unconstrained yelp of glee echoing throughout the park from his lips.

The previous rut held little comparison to the firm, demanding bucks the were-jackal was delivering into his snatch with every thrust, treating the pup bound within his fangs almost like a toy with how he slammed the canine onto his cock! Each of his demanding thrusts were brought to a swifter than expected end when the were-cock's head smacked against the pliant barrier to the shepherd's womb, crashing into it with just enough force to cause the flesh to buckle momentarily against the blow, but not enough to push past the impeding walls entirely. Instead, each hammering blow continued to assault his cervix, ever so steadily forcing the muscles to surrender yet further give to his meat, and another whimpering moan from the bitch writhing within his grip. Sweet notes that encouraged the half-feral stud to put even more force behind his next thrust, then the next, each time increasing the pitch of the dog's shouts of ecstasy in turn.

Until inevitably that stubborn impediment gave in to his desires~ The first shove to press his tip past the clenching walls sent an unabashed cry of delight ringing from the dog's lips as the warm tool drooled its arousal straight onto his seed-stained fields. Dexter's legs squeezed around the were-jackal, while his walls milked the half-buried tool, drooling a fresh trickle of feminine honey over that cock as his song of desire faded to be replaced with a greedy pant for the man's scent.

The desperate attempts of his slick, spunk stained walls to hold onto the invading tool spearing itself into his body did little to slow the large canine's pace, as the next yank of the therianthrope's hips dragged his sputtering member from his womb. The cuntboy's cervix quivered in a foolish attempt to close shut once more before the next slam from the eager creature's body buried his cock firmly into the dog's fertile cavern. Another whimper broke from his lips as he leaned his head back, parting his neck to the creature assaulting his depths as he did so, his pants blowing towards the branches above him as strike after strike from the large, virile male used his deepest recesses as a sleeve!

He couldn't gather the control to glance down with the wracking waves of euphoria crashing through him - not that he'd be able to see much past the bulky were-brute holding him against his chest anyway. He only had his frantic imagination to picture the impression that massive cock must have made in his abdomen! A bulge that pressed out from his body as the were-jackal's tool wrapped his cunt around its girth, digging its wedge-shaped head against the back of his womb at the end of every firm slam of the beast's hips. Especially once the creature's vivid red meat began to refamiliarize his lips with the now far more intimidating knot against his abused cunt one knocking clap at a time.

It was a struggle to think, yet alone recall that the beast scratching his estrus-riddled need at its very source was something he should be protesting. Every time he struggled to put together a thought that he shouldn't be moaning with simple, blissful desire for the stud breeding him, the large were-creature's next buck sent them scattering once again with a crashing wave of euphoria that left only half-thought fancies racing through his head! Little snippets of ideas about how big his belly would get with a belly full of werepups, if the were-creature would stake a claim to his body as it grew with his brood... How their little were-pups would look when they were born...

The only sign of resistance left within the heat-stricken, lust-drunk, puppy-seeking dog's mind was how his head turned bashfully away from the dog snarling and grunting against his neck. The shepherd's two-colored eyes clenched shut as a blush burned across his face and ears, contrasting how his lips hung open, letting moans and pants slip underneath the stronger tenor of Soulfire's mounting excitement. All while the canine's tail swished excitedly through the air underneath his rocking hips like a much too fast metronome.

Until the were-dog's knot finally forced its way past his writhing sex, bringing with it a sudden jolt of sensation sent the cunt-pup's eyes swinging wide open, staring past the grizzled muzzle staring back from the mating-lock on his shoulder. His unfocused, heterochromatic eyes swung to the moon and star lit sky above, not even registering the sight as his mind could barely process the overpowering sensation erupting through his core. That thick meat, now lodged in his fertile sex with a wet plop, rocked against his walls with every flex as it wore his womb and entrance like a sleeve.

His toes clenched with every jolt that ran through his body thanks to the twitching monster sheathed within his depths. Every throb, every nudge from the tied were-jackal shifting the lodged meat sending another wave of pleasure that kept the shepherd's lips panting with wordless, anxious breaths. Before finally an exhausted moan swelled from the dog's heaving chest as he felt the larger canine's spheres clenching, arriving with a cunt-stretching throb that raced through the entirety of his depths! The jackal's knot twitched against his tied lips, that rod spasming within his stuffed cervix, before finally the throb racing along that spire crashed against the rod's tip as a torrent of virile were-seed doused the needy warmth of his heat!

The first rope of cream was quickly followed by another, then another, in a seemingly unceasing series of eruptions that all poured straight into his womb, bloating the walls of his womb around the weight of the jackal's essence until the pressure behind the trapped seed finally pushed past the tight clamp of his cervix! Pints of monstrous seed poured past the living plug that was his cock wedged within his body, before spilling even further still to erupt past his buried knot and shoot down onto the park's floors, or even crash against the were-jackal's fuzzy nuts. The soft, wet plats of seed landing against the ground tickled against the edge of Dexter's ears, barely heard over the huffs and pants of the creature's breath crashing against his shoulder and his own idle murmurs and whimpers of hedonistic glee.

"Aaah... Aaah... You... done now... big boy... Hah..." Dexter groaned from the weight of the were-beast's seed still trapped within his womb as his climax finally tapered to a close. He still struggled to think, his eyes glancing to the side to spy the bulge the therianthrope's jizz made within his body and partially rested against the canine's rugged frame. Practically every square inch of his reproductive tract was flooded, leaving no place for his poor, fertile ovum to escape - a thought that made the dog whimper with half-concealed excitement at the idea of being made a mother by the handsome and bestial man he had just met.

If he was expecting Soulfire to have gained a bit more of his senses after unloading what felt like a few gallons worth of jackal spunk, he turned out to be sorely disappointed when the feral-minded stud growled and dragged his knot free from the shepherd's stuffed sex some minutes later. Thick ropes of trapped jackal jizz poured out from the dog's cunt when the tool pulled free, making an utter mess of the grass between the monster's hind legs. Not to release him, as Dexter naively hoped, but instead to get started on stuffing the dog's sloppy, claimed cunt again, and again. All while the poor, whimpering canine could only squirm and moan throughout the night within his bonds.

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"Whoops... Looks like I got a bit carried away there..." Soulfire growled lowly, panting after 'a few more' rounds with his trapped toy finally managed to take the edge off of his moon-fueled rut despite the cunt-pup's rousing aroma. He took a step back, leaving his satisfied tool to happily trickle the last of its essence onto the park grass, hardly a drop in the bucket considering how inundated the soil was with his musk.

His lover, though, was in a far more haphazard shape. The fertile shepherd was still hanging from the ropes he had tied him with all those hours before, although the bonds had loosened significantly from how often they had been tested. His cunt was a sloppy mess, still dripping with long, thick strands of cream from his stuffing, whilst more than enough of his virile seed remained trapped behind the dog's battered cervix to keep him swollen even without that knot lodged in place.

Dexter just hung there limp from his binds with idle, blissful whimpers rolling with his listless expression. Even when the jackal finally stepped away from his rutted-senseless body he didn't react. His adorable, heterochromatic eyes stared forward with an unfocused, blissful stare. His body hardly reacted to the idle touches the jackal brushed across his sweat-damp fur, barely managing to give a happy wag to the doting gesture.

"Well.. I suppose since you still don't have any objections," the jackal rumbled with a toothy smirk as he reached forward to pluck the dog up and lift his cum dripping body up over his shoulder.

"You won't mind if I take you home for a little while... Might still need you to deal with these urges until the moon finally wanes... Heheee... Maybe even keep you until my pups are born..." he teased the barely conscious pup with another idle growl as he carried the canine off. Leaving their clothes and the remains of those ropes against the tree for some random park goer to find come the morning~