Running eases the mind...
What happens when a wolf reveals her secret to a friend? A good time!
Running was the best way for her to ease the troubles of her mind, and if there was one thing wolves were good at, it was running. It cleared her mind further with every pounding note of her feet hitting the concrete below her, with the movement of her hair against her back and the sway of her tail. She was faster than a lot of those she used to run with now, her body mostly lean, until it came to her breasts which were tightly fettered underneath a tight sports bra.
She barely wore anything when she ran, just the sports bra and a pair of shorts which left what little breeze there was to cool her down. In one hand she carried a sweating bottle of water, in the other the letter which had confused her mind so severely. The frown which had blackened her brow had faded as she was forced to slow her pace, with agonising cramp in her thigh.
A whimper spilled from her lips as she stopped suddenly, the letter dropped to the ground and forgotten. She kneaded at the knotted muscle, growling out insults and complaints when it wouldn't fade. Her bottle of water still in one hand, she limped to the nearest bench and sank onto the hot wood, resuming the rough massage with one hand as she gulped half the water down. She let the heat beat down on her body, glad that her belly was white instead of black.
She sighed softly, resting one arm over her arms to protect her eyes from the sun. As the cramp eased, she rested the hand on her stomach, lightly scraping her nails through the fur until they brushed the skin and made her inhale softly. She loved this, the feeling of being teased and taunted; even if it was by her own hand. That she was out in the open, she forgot. Instead she continued to gently tease the skin on her belly and then, slowly down to her hips.
She whimpered softly as her hips rocked upwards, her eyes closing tighter as she roughly dragged her nails against her thighs, so close to where she needed them but at the same time, so far. She allowed herself the barest brush of her hand between her thighs before sitting upright and relaxing. There was no one about; it was a Sunday afternoon...maybe she could get away with something she'd always thought about...always held in her mind whenever she was teasing herself into a whimpering, shuddering mess.
Her stomach clenched as she sat up carefully, letting her hair down from the tight ponytail she'd left it in while running. She breathed a sigh, a whisper of a sound as she felt the silken mass descend around her, shielding part of her body from sight at least. She freed her breasts, letting her top fall to the floor out of her reach. Freed partially, she scraped her nails across her left breast, tugging at the nipple until her back arched and she was letting out a soft groan of pleasure.
She continued to twist and tug the nipple until she was crossing her legs and panting, letting her hand fall to her stomach as her eyes opened, looking about to make sure she was still okay, still alone. When she was, she repeated the same, semi-rough treatment on the right breast, neglected until then. She soon had herself whimpering and groaning again, though this time with small ripples burning through her insides, lights bursting behind her eyelids.
The only warning she had that she wasn't alone was the quick grasp of her ankles and a hard body pressed against her, rocking her until she slowly opened her eyes. She found herself meeting eyes that were almost the mirror image for her own, though instead of gold and blue, they were grey and blue. She whimpered softly when she saw the heated look in those eyes, the interest scalding her at the same time as it aroused her.
Her toes curled when the face drew back, the dog, as she saw he was settling between her thighs and devouring her body with his eyes. A blush filled her cheeks as she covered her breasts. A growl stopped her followed by the press of his hands pushing hers away so he could look his fill at her, spread beneath him like a buffet. She shuddered again, blushing as he shot his eyes back up to her face, his lips spreading in a clear leer, a smirk that had her blood running so hot she couldn't breathe for a moment.
"There, there. You don't mind if I just...slip these off, do you? They're in the way. You should let me look at you properly, all of you, you naughty, naughty girl." As he spoke to her, his hands slipped against her ribs, thumbs brushing the edges of her breasts before tugging at the shorts which stopped him staring properly. Wordlessly, she lifted her hips and let him strip down the shorts. A whine spilled from her lips as he pulled away from her for a minute, throwing her shorts completely out of reach. She was bare now, bar the hair which twined across her stomach. She could feel his eyes as they were now running over her hungrily.
She closed her eyes again, just delighting in the feeling of being against someone. She'd seen the caramel and white fur, the hair and even the markings which denoted that the guy currently feasting his eyes on her was a corgi - and one with more piercings than she could remember even seeing before. Both ears and his tongue, which had instantly made something inside her, dark enough to enjoy the possible embarrassment this situation had her in, squeeze tight and now dragged a moan from her lips when she felt warm breath on her breast.
She let out a soft moan when she felt the cool brush of metal and tongue sweeping across her nipple, immediately followed by fingers catching and tugging the neglected nipple. She caught her breath with a low growl when she felt teeth whisper over her, a soft squeal ringing through the air as she rocked her hips against the corgi, who swiftly inserted his knee between her thighs and let her grind herself against him while he lavished her nipples with teasing nibbles and rougher licks, now alternating between them.
She was rocking against the knee, grinding herself against it so fast that she could feel her breathing shorten; she could feel the air caressing her now lonely nipples. She was abandoned to her own pleasure before she even knew what was happening, her eyes opening a slit to see that the dog that had formerly been teasing her into this heated, panted state. She was shivering, her frown relaxing when she saw him stripping off his shirt, when she watched him pull down the worn jeans which had created such delightful friction when she rubbed against them. She only flushed a little when she saw the damp patch she'd left but her eyes were instantly on the single thing she knew would now sate this mood.
She felt his gaze, blushing even redder when he made her stand up. He swung her around, perching her on the edge of the bench and spreading her knees wide so he could, again, rest his eyes on her. He growled in the back of his throat before biting up the side of her thigh. Never hard enough to hurt her, she was struggling, fighting to grind herself in against his muzzle. She was denied that, his hands pinning her by her hip and thigh against the wood as he repeated the teasing treatment down the other side of her legs, leaving her wanting.
When the bites stopped, her head was against the back of the bench, her muscles tensed as she trembled against the wood which was starting to seem cool against her back. She opened her eyes slowly only to close them and slam her head back against the wood hard when she felt his tongue and that wonderful metal stud roll between her folds. She whimpered, squirming and rolling her hips up against him slowly. She was a panting mess already, driven even wilder by the constant laps and slow stabs of his tongue inside her. She was growling and moaning, her voice unfettered in the open as he tortured her already on fire senses.
She growled at him when he stopped licking again, opening her eyes to meet his own odd ones. She was panting, her breasts heaving and her lips dry. When she ran her tongue along them, she spotted that the corgi was revealing just how much he enjoyed himself, too. She stroked a hand down his side before flicking the piercing that was at the tip of his sheath, delighting in the groan which filled her ears. She ran her tongue once more across her lips before bending towards him, his hands now fisted in her hair and speeding her up.
She needed this, needed him, she knew it now as her tail wagged and she licked a soft, teasing stripe up his shaft. When he whined and thrust at her, she grinned, stroking her tongue against the tip before pulling away despite the almost painful tug of her hair. She shuddered, whining before turning when he let her go. She bent over the bench, her tail flagged to the side and her back arched. Her hair hid her cheeks from view, hid the almost fiery burn in her eyes as she hoped he'd fulfil what she so clearly asked for, what she was almost pleading for...what she did beg for.
"Please...don't leave me like this," she licked her lips, trying again as she rolled her hips, tried to get his attention, "you can't just tease me and walk aw-" Her words were forced from her lips when she felt his hands clamp around her hips and at the same time, his body pressing against her as his cock pressed where she needed and withdrew. She let out a soft sound of disappointment which soon turned into a long, low moan when she felt him stretching her body so he could fit inside, not stopping until she felt the fuzzy of his sheath brush against her and the somewhat satisfying feeling of being utterly full.
She was made to whimper when he pulled back, leaving her empty - but the feeling when he forced his way roughly inside her more than made up for it. She shuddered, whimpered and clenched, all at the same time. The time between withdrawing and pounding back into her grew shorter and shorter as she stopped growling for groaning, and groaning for a guttural short moan and soft cry as she slowly felt her body unravel.
She was coming apart at the seams under his bruising fingers and rough movements. She couldn't even breath properly, just shallow gasps which had her rocking back against him, her eyes closing as she clenched again and again around the thick cock which burned through her body into the nerves which needed him. She was gasping for him when she felt the burn of his teeth, catching onto the join in her shoulder and neck.
She was still struggling to breathe when at the same time he tugged the hold he had on her, forcing her head up and the sudden press of his swollen knot. She whimpered breathlessly before screaming, the pleasure burning her veins too hot and heavy to be dealt with quietly. Almost as soon she had tipped from the edge, screaming and squealing her pleasure for anyone in earshot to hear, he forced her wider, forced her to accept his knot.
Once he had tied himself to her, he really went to town, thrusting and teasing her body into greater heights of ecstasy until he gave a strangled groan. She felt the sprays of his cum, burning inside her body as she ground herself against him, lost in her orgasmic haze as he continued to pump her full, so full that she groaned herself.
When he collapsed on top of her back and let go of her shoulder, she trembled, lowering herself and him down to the ground. She was able to drop her head on her trembling arms then, panting breathlessly as she tried to regain her thoughts, her mind still hazy as she finally managed to get a proper sentence out, forcing it out through a sore throat and dry lips.
"Damn, Del. You certainly changed..."
She heard the muffled chuckle followed by his teeth nipping at her shoulder gently before he spoke himself.
"Well...when you wrote to me and told me that you had always loved the idea of being molested in the open, I thought you'd like this. Don't worry; I made sure I got to you when everyone else was at the game. I didn't want everyone to see you like that. You are a mess for a small corgi and his teeth, squealing for more..." When she laughed, he nuzzled her ear before wrapping his arms around her stomach and stroking it. They had a time to go before they'd be free from each other, and he knew there was still a chance for them to be caught - though it didn't bother him.