Steele's Daughter
This story takes place after Balto I and Balto II: Wolf Quest. Aleu has gone to live with the wild wolves; Balto and Jenna are left. Steele is still alive, about the same age as Balto, give or take a few months. He has sired several litters on various bitches, but there's one little she-dog in particular he loves: his daughter, Sansha. And he has a plan for her. . . one that will get back at Balto for humiliating him so many months ago. . .
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Sansha flipped her long fur out of her face and smiled coyly, her blue eyes fixed on the hard path of icy mud in front of her. Gaudy red ribbons kept the spectators on either side of the little female husky out of the racetrack. Sansha opened her mouth in a dogsmile, showing her clean white fangs and pink tongue. The leather traces around her body stiffened and smacked against her sides as the seven other huskies behind her whined and barked for the race to begin. Bounding Sansha were two massive male malamutes, beasts that rippled and bulged with muscle, dwarfing Sansha. This fact did not deter her, however. She knew that she could easily outrun the two malamutes, for, unlike her own, smaller team, theirs were great, muscular dogs, savage and cruel, but slow of paw when it came to racing. Also, their owners were large, bulky men, made heavier by the weight of the furs and coats they wore. Her own team's jockey was a slight 21-year-old boy, small for his age, but experienced in the ways of sledracing and good with his dogs. He didn't use a whip on them, either. It didn't matter. Sansha's dogteam would win the day and another trophy for their gentle young master. Rearing like a spirited mare, Sansha ignored her opponents and sniffed the air. Besides the acrid tang of many humans and other dogs who weren't in the race, the cold breezes carried the familiar scent of her father, Steele. The massive husky, a match even for his daughter's racing rivals, stood silently at his master's side, his piercing yellow eyes cold and hard on either side of the long white blaze that ran down the middle of his face. "Father!" Sansha cried. "Father! Look!" Steele heard her, and his icy glare softened as he gazed fondly at his daughter. "Good luck, my girl," he barked over the din of anxious dogs and impatient humans. "Win this race for Daddy, and show those underdogs how it's done!" Sansha grinned, flashing her strong white teeth again, but had no time for words as a bullhorn thundered, "Position your dogs! I repeat, please position your dogs!" The leather traces tightened against Sansha's sides as her young master gathered them firmly into his mittened hands. "Okay, Sansha-girl, let's win this race!" The human with the bullhorn waited until the paws of the leading dogs had been pulled just behind the deep line scratched out across the icy mudpath, then announced. "Folks, get ready for the fifteenth annual Iditarod Dog Race!" The crowd cheered, and the man went on to explain how far the race would go (ten miles, in a circle that would double back towards the town, to be exact), over which trails it would run, and what the prize for the winning team would be. Money was exchanged back and forth between cold, bare hands in the crowd as men bet on which dogteam would win, and, between the traces, in the second row of enthusiastic dogs, Sansha trembled with eager anticipation at the head of her team.
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Upon the sidelines, two dogs waited for the race to start by the red ribbons. One, a tall male, with distinct lupine features, observed Sansha. "Looks like Steele's daughter is racing today, Jenna." The other dog, a beautiful, redfurred husky bitch, nuzzled him affectionately. "Oh, Balto! Be happy for her! Sansha's a champion!" Balto nodded. "Mmmhmm." His gentle yellow gaze wandered away from the anxious young husky and hardened as it fell upon the large, muscular form of his archnemesis, Steele. The big husky was watching his daughter with delight, love, and pride in his eyes. It was obvious that he wanted to race as well, by the strain in his shoulders and legs. Balto snorted. "Too bad old Steele's not racing. He'd probably put up a good one, just to show off for the new bitches!" Jenna pulled away from her lover. "Balto! You're as bad as Aleu sometimes! And that's on a good day! If I hadn't had so much love for you, I would have left you in the cold with her new pack!" The female husky was teasing, but her smile fell as Balto's gaze softened, deflated. "Aleu. Gods, I miss her!" Jenna nuzzled him again, pressing her warmfurred body against his. "I know, love, I know." Balto sighed. "I wish she was in this race! She'd tear up the ground with Steele's brat; and Steele himself, too!" Jenna nipped her lover sharply on the chin, moving away when he jumped and yelped. "Ow! What was that for?" The redfurred husky narrowed her eyes angrily. "I won't have you talking about Sansha like that, Balto! She's a good dog, even if her father's your enemy! Aleu would never race against her, or even Steele, for that matter, if she knew that you just wanted her to so you could get back at Steele!" Her angry face softened. "I sometimes wonder if Aleu and Sansha would have ever been friends. They could have ended the feud between you and Steele forev---" Balto shook his head angrily. "No! Nothing will make me forgive Steele for the way he insulted my wolfblood and my heritage! Nothing, not even Aleu!" Jenna sighed. "Perhaps you're right, love. Perhaps you're right." By the tension in his body, the red husky realized that he was aching to go out and race by himself against Sansha and the others, just to see the look of shock and anger on Steele's face. "And don't you even think of going out and breaking up that race!" she added quickly. Balto, sighed, sat down, and enjoyed the feel of Jenna's fur against his. "Why is it that you can always read my mind?" Jenna smiled, her cheek against his shoulder. "I just can." Balto grinned and dipped his muzzle to lick the tip of her ear. "Well, since you won't let me race, we'll just have to find something else to pass the time. I can show you the broken bottles again. . ." His voice carried a seductive note in it, one that Jenna knew well and found unable to resist. "Welllll," she crooned, meeting his muzzle with her own, "I'd like to see the Northern Lights again, you know, where they almost touch the ground. . ." Balto grinned. "Done! I'll meet you out in front of the butcher shop at 10:00 tonight." Jenna nodded, pulling closer to her lover and shuddering with delight.
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From his place at his master's side, Steele watched the brief exchange of words between Balto and Jenna with an angry gaze. That hybrid had taken Jenna away from him, lured her from between his lips----and thighs----with an allure all his own. The wolfdog had probably used his techniques many times before to entice females to his den. Steele snorted angrily. The halfbreed dirtblood! And Jenna had been fool enough to fall for it! Steele could have made her happy, in more ways than one, too. He had lain awake long nights to stroke himself and think of Jenna's tight, slender body, her smile, her eyes, that luscious rear! But Jenna had chosen Balto, and Steele had to settle for the commonbred bitches, slutty little dogs that seemed to come into heat whenever he was near, bitches who would gladly suck his cock and spread their legs for him. But they weren't Jenna. Steele had consoled himself by pretending that any bitch he fucked was Jenna, moaning, panting, sucking him off, letting him sink his meat into her ass or cunny, and that the dripping taffystrings of cum that soaked his balls and cock was Jenna's nectar, sweet and rich. Steele spat into the dirt and snarled low in his throat. He knew that lovemaking with Jenna would be heavenly, but she had spurned him and given herself up to Balto's filthy wolfhood! The bitch! Well, one day, one day when Balto wasn't around, he'd vent himself on her tight little ass, see who she picked then. Certainly not the wolfdog, once she'd felt Steele's own knot! He'd fuck Jenna again and again, use her like a pawrag, and toss her aside when he was finished like one, too. He'd turn his back on her, and maybe let her come groveling back to him to suck his dick and tell him how wrong she was to choose Balto over him, how stupid she was to let herself get knocked up by him, how dumb she was to fight him and select the foul wolfmeat over his own untainted doghood. . . The man with the bullhorn was speaking again, and the loud, echoing voice brought Steele up out of his self-pitying---and mildly arousing----reverie. With one last angry glare in Balto and Jenna's direction, Steele fixed his eyes on his his pretty little Sansha and smiled at her. She grinned back. The man with the bullhorn produced a small pistol. "On your mark, get set. . .go!"The dogteams surged forward, the malamutes straining and pumping between their traces, the bigger human jockeys cursing at their dogs and cracking whips over their heads. . . but Sansha ran like the wind, lithe and slender, twisting around the turns that led down the street and out of the town with alarming skill and speed, her smaller dogteam leaping and bounding like----Steele thought grudgingly to himself----wolves to a kill. Sansha tore past the first malamute and was steadily gaining on the second, when Steele caught a glimpse of a large male husky reaching out huge jaws to snap his daughter's leg. "Sansha! Behind you!" The little husky bitch swerved just in time, throwing her attacker off balance and kicking out so that he reared up and collapsed in the middle of the path. The huge paws of his team pounded over him, followed by the heavy sled, the driver frantically trying to slide to a stop. Steele grinned as the weighty runners smashed the dog's head to a pulp and a thick spiderweb of blood quickly spread out over the snow. He wished it were Balto, but whisked away to follow his daughter.
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Sansha had covered five of the ten miles now, still running strongly. The other two teams had fallen far behind; she and her dogs alone were left to finish the race across the sparkling expanse of clean white Sansha. Without warning, her father's sharp tang hit her and the large husky swung out of nowhere to race at her side. "Hello, my girl! How goes the race?" Sansha grinned. "Wonderful, Daddy!" Steele grinned, swerving inwards to nip playfully at her shoulder. The young man who was the team's jockey shouted a greeting at Steele, and the large male husky fell back to recieve a pat and a few kind words before the human snapped the traces and his dogs put on an extra burst of speed. Steele, however, lengthened his stride, grinning, and ran alongside a pretty malamute bitch. "Haven't seen you around these parts before. Who are you?" Flustered, the little dog looked away shyly. "Trixie. You're Sansha's father, aren't you?" Steele nodded. "Yep. You're looking at the canine!" Trixie giggled. "She talks about you all the time in the kennels, telling us how wonderful you are!" Steele swelled with pride; he would commend Sansha later. "So," he drawled, not slowing his stride, "Trixie, where do you come from?" The malamute laughed. "Anchorage. What about you?" Steele realized that the pretty young bitch was flirting with him, and stood taller. "Oh, I was born and raised here. I'm a also a champion racer." Trixie's eyes widened. "Really?" Steele could tell that she was genuinely impressed, and so decided to brag a bit. "Girl, I could curl your fur with half the stories I know about dogs I raced against: Grimjaw, Old Bucky, Yukon, Goldtooth---" Trixie's eyes were as wide as the full moon. "And Balto!? Did you race against him? I hear he comes from these parts!" Steele nearly stumbled. B-Balto!?" Trixie nodded vigorously. "Yes! Balto, you know, the one who brought all the medicine through the mountains, through the forest----" Her words trailed off as her eyes narrowed. "Come to think of it now, I remember my mother telling me about a husky, one who looked like you, who tried to kill Balto when the wolfdog took over after the husky's sleddriver got hurt and the team got lost in a blizzard. That husky told a lot of lies, too." Trixie's ears flew back. "You're that husky, aren't you? You're Steele!?" Steele tried to find his voice. "Oh. . .er. . . um. . . haha. . . yes, I mean no. . .!" Trixie shook her head and tsked tsked. "Of all the nerve! I should have known! You're a self-centered cur, do you know that?!" Without waiting for an answer, the malamute bitch gathered herself and leapt ahead like a cat, leaving Steele wallowing in the Sansha and fighting shock as he stared after her.
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The crowd cheered loudly as Sansha and her team swept into their midst. Brawny hands reached down to unloose the traces, beefy palms slapped the sleddriver's slender back and clapped his narrow shoulders, and Sansha and the other dogs were led off to their kennels, under gently stroking hands and soft voices, to be fed and watered and left to sleep.
Steele staggered into the town just as the last men were collecting the money from their bets and leading the last teams of dogs away, stripped of his glory and seething with rage. The husky stamped Sansha from his paws and snarled angrily at the icicles that had collected on his thick coat. His master wouldn't miss him until much later, and a storm was rising. With any luck, Steele could find a willing bitch and make for the warm boiler room behind the train station, where he had stashed stolen links of sausage and meaty bones that the butcher had given him. There were also a few cushions there, as well as a thick, soft blanket. Steele sighed angrily and began to sniff the snowy ground as he followed the scent of a bitch in heat.
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Far away, outside the town, Balto and Jenna were strolling, side-by-side, up the hill where the Northern Lights danced at the top. The wind tossed spirals of snow in their faces, but they paid it no heed. Once at the top, the two stared up at the dazzling lights. "It's so beautiful," Jenna breathed. "Like an eternal rainbow." Balto nodded. "Yes, it is." He looked at her. "Beautiful like the spring, beautiful like a butterfly's wings, beautiful like you, Jenna." The redfurred husky looked at her lover and smiled. Balto's eyes softened as they gazed at each other, and then he lifted his muzzle until it pointed at the dancing lights and a howl rose into the still night air. Jenna listened to his song, feeling it tug at the very cords of her being, then caught her breath as, farther off, another howl answered it. Closing his eyes, Balto let loose with a series of glorious notes, and they soared into the night sky. The unseen wolf sang with him. It was too much for Jenna. Lifting her own muzzle, she did something she had never down before: she howled like a wolf, with all the wildness and beauty of one. Balto stopped, staring in shocked awe at his lover. "I never knew you could sing like that, Jenna," he breathed. The husky smiled. "Neither did I." As one, they lifted their muzzles to the Northern Lights and sang the wolfsong.
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Steele heard them, and cursed. It was one thing for a wolf to howl, but for a dog to was degrading and stupid.
The husky lay in front of the warm furnace, gnawing idly on a bone he'd long since stripped of flavor and meat. Steele had found the bitch; she snuggled next to him, asleep. She had been shaking, snarling, whining at the ring of males surrounding her when Steele had found her. Luckily, none of the males had mounted her yet. Steele had fought them all and killed two in blind rage before he dragged the bitch to the boiler room and taken her there, quick and fast. He'd fucked her human-style, thrust a few times, and shot off his load swiftly. After that, he'd shared a meal with her and she had sucked his cock, receiving a mouthful of cum as her reward. He didn't even know her name; all he knew was that she'd been in her first heat, young and innocent, before he'd found her. The husky rose, letting the bitch slide comfortably into the warm blanket-hollow he'd left, and stared out into the snowstorm that raged just outside. Somewhere out there, he knew, Balto and Jenna were coupling, happy and heedless of the blizzard. Maybe they were under the Northern Lights, making love. Steele snarled unhappily. If Jenna was here... but she wasn't, and there was always the young bitch to screw if he wanted. The husky padded back to where she lay, straddled her prone body, and woke her rudely as he slid his hard dogmeat into her from behind. Grabbing her thighs, he pumped hard, sliding her back and forth along his solid cock. She yelped and moaned as he thrust; then her inner walls closed around the flesh at the base of his knot and milked him dry as the orgasm hit them both. Tied and panting, Steele nipped her ear and reached under her slender body to fondle a breast through the thick fur. Although she wasn't Jenna, she was a damn good bitch, and great at blowjobs as well. Once his knot had shrunken enough to slide out of her dripping cunny, he pushed her onto her back and lay down beside her. Pulling her onto his chest, he stroked her rump and sides, then brought her down into a long, hungry kiss. She didn't pull away, just caressed his ears and responded shyly with sweet breath, a soft tongue, and gentle fangs. Steele licked at her breasts, fantasizing that she was Jenna for a moment, then pushed her between his thighs and kept her there. She did not speak, just took the head of his erection in her mouth and sucked, nibbling down the sides and gently squeezing his balls, licking in swirls up the smooth, long, black sides. Steele grunted as his balls tightened, and pushed her mouth down farther on him as he shot his load of jizz into her mouth. The bitch swallowed, swallowed again, licked him dry, and melted silently into his rough arms and groping hands as he pulled her down on his cock, lifted her up, and rose to meet her soft, hot folds. Steele guided her up and down his shaft, listening to her soft moans and quiet cries. His knot grew for the third time that night, and he shoved it into her without hesitation. They both groaned as the climax surged through their bodies, and the young bitch pulled gently upwards, drawing a shuddering moan from Steele and another jet of hot cum into her body.
They lay like that for a while, tied and listening to the storm howl outside. Steele slid out of her after a bit, and drew her into his arms for another hungry, seeking kiss, then draped an arm across her body and felt her drift off to sleep again. The husky yawned, and closed his own eyes, but the thought of Jenna and Balto making love in the snow outside drove him from sleepiness to anger and he rose yet again to glare out into the storm.
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Jenna grasped Balto's paws and lowered herself down onto his hard red tower of wolfmeat. "Ohhhh," she moaned quietly. Balto groaned and held the sides of her breasts as she began to work him, moving slowly up and down, the walls of her sweet-tasting cunny scraping pleasurably upon the sides of his cock. Jenna lowered herself to meet his thrusts, moaning as he filled her to bursting and sank deep. The wind whistled overhead; the Northern Lights danced, and the two made love. Balto drew her to his chest, nuzzling into her cleavage and finding her mouth as her firm rump bounced slowly up and down on him. Jenna kissed him, frantically, hungrily, moaning into his mouth as her hands slid down his chest, between their bodies, to fondle the growing knot above his ballsac. Balto felt her warm fingers stroking him there, and it drove him to greater passions. Using his own hand, he reached down her back and caressed her rumpcheeks, stroking her groin, where he knew the sensations were greatest, and feeling her pulse surge there. Jenna was moving faster, nibbling at his lips, his cheeks, the end of his long lupine muzzle; finding an ear and nipping that as well, swirling her tongue around his mouth, tasting herself there, placing her lips to the side of his neck and sucking the blood to the surface. Balto felt all this flood like fire to his loins, and began to do the same to her, as she bounced faster on him. She knew how to make it last, how to go down far enough, but just touching the wet lips of her pussy to the top of his sensitive knot, and drawing herself up his shaft before he had time to thrust it into her. Balto licked at her mouth, slid down her chin to nuzzle and nip at her throat, making her moan, and drew his hands up and under to fondle her breasts and squeeze the nipples gently, causing them to harden and making Jenna cry out with pleasure. Balto swiped at the tip of her ear with the end of his tongue, slid his soft, warm lips down her other ear and down her cheek, found her mouth again and met her tongue with his own.
Jenna was thrusting against him now, moving her hips in a slightly circular motion. Balto grunted as his knot swelled even more, but held back from grabbing her and shoving it in. The redfurred husky pulled the front half of her body up and squinched her eyes closed as she slid down him again, slowly, maddeningly slowly, and took all of him in. Balto aided her very gently and carefully as his large, wolven knot slid past her damp lips, then rose to meet her. Their hips and pelvises rubbed together, adding to their pleasure, and Balto took the two full, firm globes that bounced before his eyes into his hands once again. He fondled and caressed the smooth, furred skin there, ran his fingertips down her sides and belly, and slipped lower. . . Jenna cried out as his nimble fingers found her clit and squeezed it lightly, then began to work it gently in slow, circular motions. Jenna tightened her cunny muscles, letting them flex and spasm upon Balto's cock, making him moan, and he stroked her clit faster. The husky moved in short, jerky movements, as her lover's huge knot impeded her motions, then gasped as Balto rolled her clit between his fingers.
Jenna howled like a wolf.
Balto howled with her.
The orgasm hit them both just as the wild dance of the Northern Lights reached its peak and the stormwinds screamed louder around their hot bodies. Wave upon wave of pure, flaming pleasure washed over them as Balto's seed flooded Jenna's womb and she drained him of the last rich drops. The redfurred husky collapsed onto her lover's muscled chest and panted, her movements scraping her erect nipples against his skin. Balto folded her to him, and they lay like that, in the snow at the top of the hill, mindless in their last throes of pleasures and tied together by a knot of flesh and an unbreakable bond of love.
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Sansha awoke the next morning with a strange feeling in her body. Idita, a young male husky who slept nearby, stood over her. Sansha smiled up at him. "'Morning, Idita." The male husky did not move. Sensing that something was wrong, Sansha slid out from under him and looked around. Lena, Trixie, and the other females huddled in a corner of the kennel, seemingly afraid to look at her. Sansha stared at Idita. "What's wrong?! Has something bad happened?!" A hot bolt of heat blazed through her body, making her gasp and sending her staggering sideways. The fire burned its way down to rest in her loins. Sansha stared up at Idita, the place between her thighs throbbing. "Idita. . .?" The young male sniffed at the air eagerly, desperately, and Steele's daughter saw a hint of his black prick sliding from his sheath. "Sansha. . . your scent. . .I . . .I can't take it. . .!" He leapt at her. It was only out of pure instinct that Sansha was able to avoid him. She raced, howling and yelping with fear, around the kennel, Idita hot on her heels, running stiffly, as his cock was now fully unsheathed and ready to go. "Help! Daddy, help me!" Steele did not come, and Sansha was cornered. Idita smelled the air again, and advanced on her, smiling and drooling. "mate with me, Sansha. I need to mate; you do too." Sansha stared at him, and then another bolt of fiery light zapped through her, making her yelp. Idita came closer. "mate with me!" Sansha shook her head. "No! Daddy, help!" Idita knocked her to the straw-covered floor of the kennel and straddled her back. Knocking her tail away, he gripped her around the thighs and prepared to penetrate her, but the sound of heavy footsteps sounded and Sansha's master came striding over. He opened the kennel, and Sansha, wriggling away from Idita and his eager dick, shot like a fish out the open door before the man could catch her.
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Steele found her much later, standing, her head hanging low, holding her tail to one side as another male nuzzled her flanks, his rod long, hard, and rampant. Snarling low in his throat, Steele charged the mutt, bit his cheek, and kicked him away after delivering several deep slashes to his rump and sides. Panting, the big husky sidled up to the young bitch, prepared to claim his prize, but froze when he saw it was Sansha. "Daughter?" Sansha turned to him, her pretty face streaked with tearstains. "Daddy?!" She flung herself at him and Steele embraced her tightly, aware of her sweet scent and the tingling in his loins as he held her close. Sansha sobbed on his shoulder. "Oh, Daddy, I don't know what to do! Idita tried to mount me this morning, but my master came and I escaped. Except, I'm always being followed by some male or another, a dog crooning words and nuzzling me where it feels the hottest. I want to mate; I have to mate, but I'm scared and I don't want to mate with just any dog!" Steele pulled her closer. "Sansha, baby, sometimes you have to take the good with the bad. If you want to be mated, then let the males mount you. It'll feel good after the first few times, I promise." Sansha nodded, her cheek against his shoulder, and closed her eyes. "But I hurt, Daddy! I hurt all over, especially between my thighs! It's hot and uncomfortable, and I'm wet and aroused for a male, but I'm afraid, Daddy, so afraid!" Steele inhaled her fresh, musky scent, and lightly licked the tip of her ear before pulling away. "Come with me, Sanshie." Hearing her father's pet name for her brought fresh tears springing to Sansha's eyes and she followed her father.
Steele was suddenly, painfully mindful of his growing erection. The bitch he had taken last night had drifted away from his bed in the boiler room to find other males, and Steele had let her go without hesitation. The large husky lay down on the blanket and invited Sansha to lay down beside him. The little husky bitch did, but the fever of heat under her skin soon drove her to her paws and she paced, venting. "I have to mate, Daddy, but with who? I like Idita, but he's not gentle, and he already tried. If I haven't decided to mate soon, I'll get raped! What should I do?" Steele lifted one eyebrow. "Well, you could try the wolves that live out in the forest. They'll take you, I'm sure." Sansha whirled. "Daddy!" Steele chuckled. "I'm kidding, Sanshie." The husky narrowed her eyes at him. "This isn't something to joke about, Papa!" Her gaze fell upon his huge hard-on. "You want me, too?" Steele ignored her shocked stare at his shaft and stretched out so that she was presented with a full view of it, and the heavy balls that dangled below. "Doesn't every male, Sansha? You're a desirable little bitch, and sooner or later, you will have to be mated." Sansha opened her mouth to protest, but Steele went on. "You are also very stubborn." He scratched his neck, then slid a finger down to touch the sensitive crown of his shaft. "I suppose you get that from your mother. Stiffnecked little bitch! I had to fuck her hard before she started to enjoy my knot. Oh, we had wild times together, before she got pregnant." Steele stared off into the fire, lost in memories, but Sansha's strained voice brought him back. "Why don't you mate me, then, if you want to so bad, and you do, by the look of that." She motioned with her muzzle to his massive erection. Steele yawned. "I guess I could; your old dad's still got plenty of juice in him! But, would you really want to bear the shame of getting pregant with your father's pups?" Sansha sighed. "No." Steele laughed. "Then stop being so pigheaded and let yourself get mated. Why don't you mate Idita? He's a good young stud, and I'm sure he's more that satisfactory between his thighs." Sansha sat. "No! I don't like him that way, and besides, he's much too rough!" Steele lay back with his hands behind his head and tsked tsked. "Picky, picky! A male's bound to be rough when there's a bitch in heat involved! You just don't understand." Sansha laid her ears back. "But I don't want a rough male! I want to be loved, and I want to a male to make love to me, gently and tenderly, and stand by me when I get pregant with his pups." Steele snorted. "Love? You think a male's going to mate you for love? Listen, you arrogant little whelp, I have had many a night of animalistic fucking! It's just the same as 'lovemaking', only much wilder! Anyway, males don't mate for love. They mate to get tied and milked of their cum, then they want you to suck their dick and leave them alone until you come into heat again."
Sansha sighed. "Maybe you're right, Daddy. I should mate with Idita; after all, he's a purebred champion husky and a great racer. He could give me great pups." Steele chuckled, and drew her close. Sansha shivered as she felt his hard cock pressing on her thigh, but Steele ignored her shuddering moan.
He was thinking of Jenna and Balto, screwing like wolves up on the hill under the Northern Lights. And then, a plan hit him.
Sansha snuggled closer to her father, spreading her legs so that his shaft lay stiff against her wet folds. If her daddy wasn't going to fuck her, then she would fuck him. Steele rolled away from her and lay on his stomach, his mind working quickly. Sansha heaved a sigh of frustration, and then knelt beside her father and began to rub his back, working her fingers firmly against the knots and cords of taut muscle in his shoulders, humming a low tune under her breath. Her hands slid down his broad, furred back, until they rested upon his firm rump cheeks. Still, Steele ignored her. Sansha massaged him there, then slipped her hands lower and cupped his heavy balls. Her father snapped out of his musing and flipped over onto his back. "Sansha! What are you doing?!" Blushing red with shame beneath her thick fur, Sansha backed off a bit. "I've. . . I've never felt a male before, Daddy." Steele growled low in his throat, then smiled evilly. "I have a plan for you, my daughter. Keep 'touching the male.'" Sansha stared in shock at him, then with lust at his giant member, and began to stroke the sides, shuddering with guilty pleasure at the thought of what sensations her father's cock could give her. Steele continued to think, feeling his daughter's slender, nimble fingers lightly caressing his balls and cock; and then she took the head of him into her mouth. The big husky jumped. Sansha licked around the top, lapping at the beads of precum that formed at the tip, then nibbled with soft lips down the long side of it and kissing his balls lightly, running her tongue over the furred sack. Steele half grunted, half moaned as his daughter worked over him skillfully. Where in hell had she learned how to give blowjobs? Maybe it was just female's intuition. Whatever the reason, she was doing a damn good job of it. Steele watched her take as much as she could of him into her mouth, gagging as she reached the limit, then licked the growing knot that was forming at his base and sucked his balls as well.
Steele smiled, shifting his position. Sansha sucked the musky shaft, beginning at the top and working her way down with swift swirls of her skilled tongue, tiny nips of her fangtips, and gently kissing lips. Steele groaned and put a paw on the back of her head to help her along. Sansha pulled her mouth off him for a moment, smiled wickedly at her father, and went back to her sucking. Her nipples became erect and she rubbed them upon her father's cock, adding to his pleasure----and her own. Soon, Steele's balls tightened and he shot his load into her mouth. Sansha gagged and choked, but her father held her there, his knot locked her into her mouth, until she swallowed enough cum to allow him to pop free. "Now, Sansha, you've had your fun, so clean me up." The little husky licked her daddy clean and then cleaned the cum from her own face and hands. Steele watched her with narrowed eyes. "How are you for meat, Sanshie?" Sansha stared at him. "Huh? M-meat?" Steele chuckled. "Wolfmeat, honey. You're going to fuck the resident wolfdog." Sansha's eyes widened, and she backed away from her father. "No! Not Balto!" Quick as a flash, Steele was upon her, pinning her to the floor of the boiler room with his muscular body and trapping her slender wrists within his own mighty paws, which gripped with the strength of a vise. Sansha stared up into his face, hardly daring to breathe, as he gritted out his wicked plan for her. "You're going to seduce Balto to your bed, and hell take you if you don't!" Sansha opened her muzzle to gasp out a response, but Steele pushed her hands over her head and held them there. With a hard knee, he parted her soft thighs and positioned himself between her rump cheeks. Grinning evilly, he shoved himself up her ass. Sansha screamed as her father raped her. Steele held her down and rammed himself, harder and harder, down her tight pucker. "This. . .is... what. . . I. . . had. . . to . . .do. . .to. . . your . . . mother! You WILL go to Balto! You WILL tempt him to bed, like the stubborn slut you are! You WILL suck him off and fuck him like a dog! And you WILL leave Jenna to me and say nothing of this to Balto! Say it, Sansha! Say you WILL!" Sansha writhed and screamed as her anal walls began to bleed under her father's forceful fucking and the liquid lubricated his huge cock. She shrieked and moaned as she opened for him. She struggled and kicked as he drove ten of his twelve inches of huge doghood down her tight tunnel. "No! NO! Please, Daddy! Stop! STOP!" She was crying now, and her tears wet her face and ran down to rest in the folds of the blanket as Steele snarled and fucked her, holding her down. His claws bit into her wrists as he gasped, "Say it, bitch! SAY YOU WILL! NOW!" Sansha cried out as intense pain ripped through her again and again, the result of Steele's growing knot. he shoved it into her and ripped it back out. "Say you will, Sansha! Say it!" His knot swelled bigger, and he rammed it into her and held it there. Sansha screamed in agony as it expanded even wider and his cock swelled to three times its normal size inside of her. Steele jerked on it, knowing that it wouldn't come out but wanting to hear her shriek again. "Say you will, Sansha," he snarled, as her anal walls began to milk him. "Say---you----will!" Sansha arched her back, screaming as Steele's balls tightened and a river of hot cum scalded her insides and filled her to overflowing. "I WILL! I WILL! I WILL!" Steele groaned as he exploded again and again inside his daughter, pumping her still, even as cum and blood poured out onto the blanket around his dick. Sansha shrieked once more and lay still, her screaming dying down to a steady rhythm of low moans as she lay under the weight of her father's sweaty body, tied to him and feeling utterly used up.
Steele ripped himself from her after a while, grimacing in distaste as a mixture of white and scarlet gushed from her torn asshole. His erection subsided, and he gazed down at his daughter's subdued face. "Promise me, Sansha. Now." Sansha's mouth worked, and Steele had to strain to hear the words as they were forced from her dry throat. "I. . . promise." The big husky grinned, and patted her thigh. "Good girl. Clean yourself up and I'll take you to see Balto."
* * *
Sansha limped painfully behind her father as he led her toward the old, abandoned ship where Balto and Jenna stayed. Steele turned to her. "Stay here, Sanshie." The husky bitch held back and watched her father lope off, hating him and loving him at the same time. The wind out here chilled her to the bone; she couldn't understand how Balto and Jenna stood it. A few minutes later, Steele trotted back. "Jenna's not here; she's probably in the village. I'l find her." The big husky snickered. "Go on in there, now. He's asleep, but he'll wake up when he smells you." Steele nuzzled Sansha. "Go on. Daddy'll give you just what you want when you've done what I've told you." Sansha nodded and smiled weakly, then snarled in her throat as Steele turned to lope back down toward the village.
Balto was sprawled out on the worn wooden boards of the ship's deck under a tattered brown blanket. Sansha sniffed quietly at him, then pulled the blanket aside and took in the handsome wolfdog. Balto was lithe and slender, like a wolf, but muscled and strong, like a dog. The only doglike features she could see were the lack of facial markings, the slight, upturned curve of his tailtip, and the shaggy brown coat. She also noted the large, lupine sheath that lay nestled against his belly. Heeding what her father had told her, Sansha drew closer and placed a warm paw upon Balto's sheath. He moved a little, but didn't wake, mumuring Jenna's name. Sansha laid her ears back. Jenna. Ha, fat chance. Jenna probably wasn't screwed up the ass by her father! She put these feeling aside and began to stroke Balto's sheath. His large cock slid out quickly, which made Sansha wonder if she was disturbing a nice dream. The wolfdog rolled onto his back, his lupine shaft jutting regally out from between his thighs, and Sansha moved closer. Taking a deep breath, she took the head of his red dick into her mouth. Balto flinched, but didn't awake. Instead, a slow smile spread across his features and he murmured Jenna's name again. Sansha licked at him with short flicks of her tongue, then parted his thighs gently and knelt between them. She gazed at his shaft for a moment. Where Steele's had been thick, Balto's cock was long and slim, more like a fifth leg than a cock. But the large balls hanging beneath it and the curved, mushroom-like tip left her in no doubt that it was, indeed, a cock. Sansha sucked the top again, swallowing the lewdly flavored drops of precum, and nibbled down the long side. Balto shuddered in his sleep. "Jenna?" Sansha ignored his inquiry, and massaged his ballsac, licking in long swirls down the wolfdog's cock. Balto shivered and his hips rose to meet her warm mouth. Taking as much as she could into her mouth, Sansha went down on Balto, inhaling his fresh scent and his male musk. Balto's nose twitched, and she realized that he had caught her scent. Sansha sucked harder and faster, noting the swelling at the base of his dick. Balto arched to meet her again. "Mmmm. Feels good, Jenna. Ohhhh....!" Under Sansha's swiping tongue and sucking mouth, Balto reached his orgasm. A gallon of wolfseed spilled into Sansha's mouth, but, unlike her father's, it was sweet and rich. The husky bitch swallowed it and then licked the wolfdog clean. She stretched out her body upon his, her wet folds pressing against the side of his cock, keeping him hard, and pressed her mouth to his. Balto's eyes flew open and he leapt to his feet, sending Sansha sprawling. "What the hell?! Who are you?!" Sansha lay still, afraid that Balto would turn on her if she said anything. Balto sniffed the air, and his still-hard cock twitched. "You're in heat?" Sansha nodded, and the wolfdog came closer. "Who are you?" Sansha lay motionless. "Steele's daughter. Sansha." Balto sat. "Oh, yes. You're the one who won the race today, aren't you?" Sansha nodded. "Yes." Balto sniffed the air. "You're alone?" Sansha nodded. Balto shifted uneasily; her scent was obviously making him uncomfortable. "Why have you come here?" Sansha sat up. "I'm in heat." Balto nodded. "Yes, I can see that." Sansha shuddered. There was a wild tone in Balto's voice, like the notes in the howling voice of a wolf. If anyone could make her happy, it would be Balto. Sansha smiled seductively at him. "I need to be mated."
She licked her lips. "Who better to do it than you?"
* * *
Steele smiled as he rounded the corner and saw Jenna lying in a patch of sunlight across some old lumber out behind the telegram shop. "Well, my girl, what are you up to?" Jenna started, then saw the big husky. "Oh, Steele, it's just you." Steele came closer. "Yes, it's 'just me.' Where's your lover, that halfwolf?" Jenna threw a mocking glance in his direction. "Don't get jealous because I picked Balto over you, Steele. You lied to me about the medicine." Steele rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, pick up the reins of the past." He smiled. "We're past that now, or so I thought." Steele stretched, his rump in the air and his front paws, a playful position---for any other dog but Steele. "The day is nice and warm, Jenna," he crooned, moving closer, licking the tip of her ear. "Let's go for a walk. I could show you the sights. . ." The redfurred husky moved away. "Back off, Steele," Jenna growled. "I'm taken. Go and find yourself a little bitch, and leave me alone." Steele laid his ears back and glared darkly at Jenna, his pride seriously wounded. "Well, I thought that you had sense enough to forget the past, but I guess I was wrong!" Jenna smirked, and shifted her legs so that her body was stretched fully out. "It doesn't pay to overlook the past, Steele, especially when there's lies involved. You flirted with me, came on to me when I made it clear I didn't like you that way, even tried to drag me off to your room to make love! You were the one who didn't have any sense, Steele. Then, as if things between you and me weren't bad enough, you went after Balto, got yourself and your team lost, like a foolish pup, and attacked the male I loved. You tried to kill him, you lied to me, to everybody, and acted shocked when Balto came back. You were shocked!" Jenna laughed lightly to herself. "I will never forget the look of utter shock on your face when Balto came running back, howling like a wolf, with the medicine and your team in tow, and everybody went to him and left you out in the cold!"
Steele narrowed his eyes. "What about your place in all this, Jenna? Playing the fool, choosing the dog over me." He brushed her fur with her own, pushing his face into hers. "I could have given you purebred pups, Jenna, and the time of your life, but no! You had to take the wolfmeat over me!" Jenna flattened her own ears. "Say nothing more about Balto, Steele! You and I are over!" With that, the redfurred husky leapt off the lumber pile, intending to leave, but Steele had other plans for her. Catching her as she trotted past, the big husky slammed her against the wall of the telegram shop and held her there, in the shadows. "No, Jenna! We're just beginning!" Jenna struggled against him; then she felt Steele, hard against her groin, pressing, straining. "You wouldn't," she breathed, staring up at Steele. The big husky forced her harder against the wall, holding her wrists over her head as he pressed his muscular body to hers. "I would, Jenna. I've waited a long time for this." Steele pressed his lips against hers, twisting his mouth against her own until she parted her lips. Slipping his tongue deep inside, he tasted every inch of her mouth. Jenna tried to wriggle away, gagging, but not daring to bite down. Steele held her against the wall, kissing her, his lips pressed hard against hers with bruising force. He forced her down into the muddy snow, on her back, and knelt between her thighs. Jenna tried again to struggle away, but Steele grabbed her thighs and penetrated her firmly.
* * *
Balto stared at Sansha. "You want me to mate you?" Sansha nodded. "Why else would I sneak up here and suck you off if I didn't want you to mate me?" Balto reddened. "That was you?" Sansha nodded, smiling. Rising, she padded over to Balto and pressed her warm body against his. "I need a male to mate me, Balto, but I don't want a rough one." She flicked her tongue out at his lips. "I want you." Balto could feel, with a kind of delirious awe, that the soft fur of her pubic mound brushed against his lower belly as she stood upon tippaw to press her soft mouth to his. A pang of guilt raced through him as he recalled Jenna's smiling face; then Sansha's tantalizing odor swirled past his nose and he pushed the image away. His hands came up to touch her sides, then roved lower to stroke her hips and bring her closer. Her bushy tail curled up over her back, out of Balto's way as he returned the husky's kiss. Her mouth was sweet and her body slender. His own mouth slid lower to find her throat, lick at her smoothfurred skin, and slid lower, tasting and caressing. Sansha moaned as his mouth found her breasts. She moaned slightly as Balto ran his lips down to the tops of her breasts, then he dipped lower and took Sansha's left nipple in his mouth. The young husky bitch gasped at the fiery shock it sent through her, and shuddered. Balto suckled and rolled the left nipple in his mouth, while he massaged and fondled the right with a knowing paw. Sansha felt streaks of fire shooting through her; she had never been touched or caressed in such a way before. Balto placed his rough fingers around the left nipple and took Sansha's right in his mouth, tonguing it and rubbing her left.
Sansha gasped with pleasure and leaned back against the cold wooden wall as Balto explored her ample cleavage, her flat, muscled stomach, and her swelling mound of velvety-soft fur. The young bitch moaned as Balto buried his face in her mound, reaching his paws back to caress and cup her shapely rump, then slipped an inch lower and found the top of her wetness with his tongue. Sansha cried out at the sudden flash of pleasure that arced through her, and gripped his ears tightly as he held her rump and probed her moistened opening with an experienced mouth and long, warm tongue. Balto groaned as his huge malehood throbbed and strained against the holdings of a tunic. He had never wanted a female so much as he did now; perhaps not even Jenna! The handsome male wolfdog sucked and licked at Sansha's fresh sweet salt, enjoying her tangyness and small cries of pleasure. On impulse, Balto reached down a paw and found her pulsing clit. Sansha cried out and arched her hips against his mouth as he fondled and tongued her expertly. The streaks of fire were now becoming waves of intense heat. They washed over Sansha, each bringing her to a higher peak than the last, until she shrieked with release, thrusting her hips like a snake toward Balto's tormenting mouth. The handsome male wolfdog rose from where he knelt between her slim, softly furred thighs, and kissed Sansha fiercely. She clung to him, tasting herself on his lips, feeling his tongue explore her mouth, his paws on her body, the maddening pleasure of her bare nipples brushing his hard, muscled chest, and the hard, huge, hot bulge between her legs. Balto drew her down to the floor of the old ship with him, admiring her light weight next to his large, yet trimly muscled frame. Sansha lay back against the cool folds of the blanket, barefurred and her body throbbing with desire, her arms about Balto's neck. His taut malehood pressed against her thigh. Balto saw the fear in her eyes, and kissed her gently, whispering, "Don't be afraid, Sansha. This is your first time, isn't it?" The young husky nodded, her paleblue eyes fixed on the long, crimson, rockhard shaft. Balto knelt between her slightly spread thighs, then leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers. Sansha responded, kissing him fiercely. She stiffened as Balto placed his knee between her legs, her muscles tensing in fearful response.
Balto backed off and smiled. He had often seen that look of fear upon the faces of virginal maids after they had seen his organ. Kissing her again, he reached for her clit and fondled gently. Sansha moaned as he stroked her, and parted ther thighs. Her head began to feel light and her body airy, like a feather drifting on the wind, as desire throbbed in her stomach and loins. Balto kissed Sansha again, feeling her slender body loosen its taut muscles as his fingers caressed and stroked her place of pleasure. Placing his knee between her thighs again, the handsome, powerful male wolfdog parted them and caressed her furred skin. Sansha moaned in response to his light touch as Balto's paws fondled and stroked the inside of her thighs, his thumbs brushing her wetness lightly. The muscled wolfdog placed the tip of his hot maleness at the entrance to her throbbing opening, testing whether or not she could accomodate him comfortably. There was bound to be tightness, for the young husky bitch was, after all, a virgin, but Balto could make her at ease before he penetrated. Sansha writhed and moaned quietly upon the blanket as the handsome male wolfdog found her wet depths with his warm tongue. He ran it across her pulsing folds, causing Sansha to shudder; then, as she opened herself to him, Balto pulled up and entered her tense virginity with a firm thrust. She cried out in pain and pleasure as his smooth, huge, long rod pierced her thin barrier and sank deeper into her pink well. Balto pulled out a little ways, found her throbbing clit with a paw, and stroked it vigorously as he thrust back inside. Sansha moaned, arching her hips into his and wrapping her legs about the large wolfdog's hard, muscular waist to draw him deeper inside of her. Balto groaned and thrust faster, sweat beading on his bare body. The two moved as one, thrusting, arching, Sansha crying his name, Balto murmuring hers. The waves of heat washed over them, and they gave a great cry as the release came. Balto shot his load of hot seed deep into her womb, then collapsed upon her sweaty breasts, still buried within her. Sansha panted, then moaned as his knot swelled and locked them together. Balto kissed her softly and tenderly, then lay down beside her and held Steele's daughter close. Sansha snuggled up next to him and the two fell asleep that way, the gentle beams of moonlight streaming in over them and the aroma of musk and sex in their nostrils.
* * *
Steele cummed into Jenna with a groan. The redfurred husky lay still and cold beneath him as his knot widened and tied them together. Steele smiled into her hard eyes. "Oh, come now, Jenna! Aren't I as good as Balto?" Jenna made no reply. Steele pressed his mouth to hers and kissed, but Jenna remained silent and frigid. The large husky snorted, rolling over onto his back and holding Jenna atop him. Stroking her body, he crooned, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it, Jenna; you did!" Steele sighed, folding her into his arms. "I'll make you love me. You might have to feel the knot a couple of times, but you'll melt. You will." He ran his lips from her unyielding mouth, across her cheek, up the side of her face, to nibble an ear. Jenna stayed cold and still. Steele felt his anger rising in his chest; he shoved her to one side, making her moan as his knot jumped within her and his cock spurted more jizz into her womb.
After a while, Steele popped free of her and pulled her into his arms. "Let's go to the boiler room," he whispered seductively, flicking his tongue out at her breasts. Jenna made no reply, but let Steele pull her to her feet and lead her away.
* * *
They lay side by side on the blankets, warm and silent. Jenna stayed quiet, but, within her heart, her feelings toward Steele were changing. Yes, he was an arrogant, self-centered prick, but he was handsome, capable of love, and damn good in bed. Maybe she could find it in her heart to take the big husky as a lover. Steele reached for a breast and fondled it. "Jenna? Are you ready to talk?" Jenna nodded. "Yes, Steele." She rolled over to face him, and began to speak. "Even though you lied about the medicine and about Balto, I could forgive you. I could even love you, Steele." Steele's heart leaped; this was what he had been waiting for, but his high hopes died down into boiling anger as the redfurred husky continued. "But I would still love Balto. I could never give myself fully to you, Steele." The big husky lay still, seething with rage, but when Jenna rose to leave, he grabbed her wrist. "You WILL love me, Jenna, and you will give your all to me." Jenna shook her head. "No, Steele. Goodbye." Steele yanked her down onto him, making her cry out as he lifted a knee and hit her squarely in the folds. He held her there, glaring into her eyes. "Yes, you will, or you won't leave this room alive!" There was a touch of hysteria in his voice. All he had ever wanted was embodied in Jenna, but she was again rejecting him, throwing everything they could have away. He flipped her onto her back and straddled her, but did not penetrate her. He was much too angry for that. Jenna gazed up at him. "I can't love you, Steele. I can couple with you; I can bear your pups, but I just can't love you." Steele's eyes widened, then narrowed. "Yes, you will, Jenna, or I'll rip Balto's balls off and feed them to you! I'll keep you here and rape you and rape you and rape you until you love me!" Bending close, he hissed, "I'll kill Rose!" Jenna smiled sadly. "You don't have what it takes to scare me, Steele. I watched Rose almost die from the sickness, remember? I fought a grizzly; I found Balto deep in the woods. You don't scare me, Steele."
The big husky snarled, splattering her face with droplets of saliva as he shouted into her face. "I'll make you love me! Just watch!" Dragging her to her paws, he hurled her against the wall. She struggled, but his paw encircling her throat stopped her. "Bitch," she choked as he squeezed, feeling his sheath hardening against her back. "Just do what I want, and maybe you'll live longer, Jenna," snarled Steele, sliding his other hand down to spread her thighs. Jenna stiffened.
The big husky pressed two fingers against her slit, testing her tightness and unwillingness, then chuckled in Jenna's ear. Just what he wanted.
Jenna tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like steel, his namesake, and his claws bit into her throat when she moved, making her wince. He explored her further, slipping his fingers deeper and discovering that she was virgin in the rump as well as unwilling. He laughed again. Perfect.
He would make her pay for her barbed insults toward him, jagged spikes that had wrecked his appearance toward his team and punctured his inflated ego so many months ago. Steele licked Jenna's neck, then nipped at it. She whimpered in pain as one of his sharp canines pierced her flesh, but did not move. Steele groaned slightly as he felt his cock slide from his sheath, ready and wet with precum, and grabbed Jenna's hand, placing it on him. "Start jacking, bitch, or I'll rip your throat out and feed it to the crows before I fuck you."
With no choice but to comply, Jenna slowly grasped the base of his enormous cock and began to move her hand up and down the smooth, hot, black skin. Steele groaned again, drawing in a shuddering sigh as he took her throat between his teeth and bit down lightly.
Jenna drew her paw casually up his long length, feeling the stirring just under the flesh, flicked the crown lightly, and pulled it back down again, stroking the dog's passion.
They were on their feet; Jenna's back against Steele's hard, muscular chest, her firm rump pressed into his groin, her paw on him, jacking him off slowly, his hands and teeth around her throat.
Steele slid his hands down to cup her breasts in his calloused palms and fondled them roughly, growling around her throat as he hardened more. His thumbs brushed over the smooth skin of her areolas, then he brought his fingers up and pinched Jenna's nipples cruelly, eliciting another wincing whimper from her. He teeth tightened about her neck as she massaged him faster and more firmly, pulling the foreskin up over the huge black crown of his uncircumsized cock, sliding it back down, caressing the base of him with gentle pawstrokes, and touching his large balls gently. Steele snarled with pleasure, and Jenna flinched as his fangs pierced her flesh deeper. "You're hurting me, Steele," she hissed. The thickfurred husky drew a shuddering sigh. "Yes," he breathed, loving the sound of those words. "Oh, gods, yes!"
Jenna felt a hot, sticky wetness on her palm as the heat in the husky's member increased, his balls tightened, and a low howl burst from his throat. Steele thrusted slightly against her hand as he came, then pulled his cock away and squeezed her breasts. Skimming his hands lower, he grasped her thighs tightly as his engorged shaft poked against her firm rump. Jenna stiffened, but winced again as his thumbs dug into the smooth flesh of her thighs, and stood still, thinking better of it. Steele let his dick slide across her moist vaginal lips, savoring her slight moan, then pulled up and rested himself on her tail end, his huge crown pressing slightly against her sensitive anal ring. Jenna relaxed her butt muscles, knowing that if this bitch of a dog was going to fuck her ass, she had better loosen up or the pain would be much worse. His teeth still locked around her throat, the big husky shoved Jenna forward against the oaken wall. The redfurred husky growled as the splintery wood scraped her tits roughly, Steele's warm, muscled body pressed against her own, his maleness pushing hard against her tailhole, trying to slide inside.
A shriek ripped from Jenna's throat as Steele entered her with a hard thrust, his strong arms wrapped around the bottom of her stomach as he slid a couple more inches of his huge length inside. The redfurred husky set her hands against the wall, tried to push herself back into Steele and heave him off of her, but it didn't work. The big husky gave another severe thrust, pinning his captive to the wall, and, still attempting to sink a bit more of himself inside of her horribly tight ass, chuckled, listening to Jenna's screams as he reamed her hard. The big husky reached up for a couple of slender chains dangling from a nail driven into the wall high up. Looping them around Jenna's wrists, he pulled them into a steely knot and successfully bound her. Now, his hands free to grope, slap, pinch, and grip, Steele pulled himself halfway out of her, lifted her long tail out of the way, and watched himself sink his enormous doghood back inside, almost to the hilt, where the flesh was beginning to grow into the canine knot that would tie him and her together.
Her inner muscles massaged him, though unwillingly, the the point where he had bent over her arching, sweaty body and grabbed the back of her neck in a mating bite. He pounded her without mercy, the swollen knot at the base of his cock slamming against her anal ring until it was sore and red. Jenna screamed and writhed, trying frantically to slip the chains and get away from her rapist, her muscles rippling as she heaved and strained under him. Steele felt himself grow; he couldn't keep back the urge to cum any longer, and, with one final, especially cruel thrust, shoved the knot into her ass and came, shooting his dogload of jism into her again and again as her anal muscles caressed him, milking the last bit of juice from his spent balls. Jenna cried out as he grew and grew and grew inside of her, stretching her insides painfully wide. The knot had grown also, locking them together for however long the husky's mating tie was.
Steele drew a shuddering breath, placing one hand against the wall for support, as the redfurred husky sobbed quietly under him. He hadn't gotten off this good since. . . never! Leaning over to lick away the blood at the back of her neck, Steele whispered mockingly in Jenna's ear, "Never bait me; I have a terrible way of avenging myself!"
The big husky's knot shrank after a while, and he pulled out of Jenna's abused ass with a squelching sound. A river of bloody cum gushed from Jenna's tailhole, splashing on the warm floor and spattering the two's ankles with the disgusting mixture. Steele smiled. "Are you having a change of heart, Jenna?" She sobbed quietly, falling to her knees in front of him, her shaking legs unable to hold her up any longer. Steele eyed her sweet spot, and then unchained her and pulled her to her feet. Holding her close, he smiled wickedly. "Well, Jenna? Will you love me?" Through a haze of pain and anger, Jenna realized that these past few months had treated Steele badly. The dog was mad, mad as hell if he thought raping her was going to make her love him. She suddenly understood what she had to do. "Yes, Steele," she whispered, pulling his muzzle down to hers. "I love you!" They kissed long and hard, and then Steele pulled away, shocked that she would actually love him. Jenna's seductive gaze chased away any more doubts, however, and Steele kissed her again.
"It's been too long, Jenna, too long." Jenna stiffened, but relented as his paws roved to stroke her hips and bring her closer, the large, hot bulge between his thighs pressing between her legs. Steele picked his lover up and carried her to the bed of cushions and blankets, where he lay her against the pillows. Jenna reached for him and they kissed wildly, Steele's hard rod rubbing along her stomach. She reached for it and stroked gently, enjoying the smooth stiffness of it. Then, kneeling, she took Steele in her mouth as he lay back. Jenna licked down its long length, took the head of his black shaft between her lips and sucked, running her tongue along the ridge below the broad head. Steele grunted with pleasure, welcoming the sensations that flooded through him from Jenna's skilled mouth, and reached down a paw to guide her along as she created suction with her mouth, keeping her tongue against him at all times as she sucked and licked. Her own paws caressed the soft pouch below his large, erect member, sending new jolts of pleasure through Steele. Suddenly, he held her head down for a moment as heatwaves swept over him. He came with a groan, and Jenna swallowed his bittersweet cum until the sticky, hot streams of it had ceased, then licked her lover clean and lay down beside him. Steele laughed and turned to face her, fondling her full breasts and taking a nipple in his mouth. Jenna caught her breath as he caressed her other nipple, then slipped his paw lower to part her thighs and find her hardening knob of pleasure. He stroked it steadily, changing his mouth over to take the other nipple in his mouth as Jenna arched her hips against his torturing paw and cried out. Steele knelt between her thighs and ran his tongue between her mature breasts, making circles around her navel, ever widening the spirals, until he found her knob with his mouth.
He licked it, then took it between his lips and sucked on it, listening to Jenna's stifled cries and moans. Sliding his tongue lower, he slowly tasted the nectar that he had been denied for so long, then slipped his tongue inside her and cupped her rump as she writhed and cried louder. Jenna panted, then gave a gasping cry as Steele continued to torment her with his tongue. Steele tasted his lover and felt the tingling in his loins build until his doghood throbbed with wanting, but he held back, savoring every petal of her flower and loving it. Jenna shrieked as the heat swept over her as well and arching her hips toward his mouth, crying out for him. The big husky bit lightly on her clit and savored the stream of juices that flowed from her cunny. Steele felt her spurt of fresh wetness, and, without a moment's hesitation, pulled up and plunged into her. She cried out with pleasure as his hard fullness slid into her, and wrapped her legs around his lean, muscled waist, drawing him in as she rose to meet his next thrust. Jenna cried his name and Steele shouted hers as the fire of passion washed over them with the release. Steele spread his seed deep within the redfurred bitch, and she shrieked as the hotness within her exploded like a volcano, sending her into the shudders of a violent climax. They collapsed together, and Steele lay between Jenna's breasts, still buried deep within her. Both huskies panted, then their mouths met in a long, passionate kiss and then Steele pulled his spent member from her. Lying down beside Jenna, he stroked her thigh and gathered her close. They fell asleep, Steele's arm draped over his lover's slender body. The last thought in Jenna's mind was that of Balto, and a pang of guilt passed through her as she fell into an exhausted sleep.
* * *
Balto kissed the tip of Sansha's nose as she awoke to a new morning next to him. "Hello, my love." Sansha smiled at the wolfdog, and returned his kiss. "'Morning, Balto." Rising, she turned toward the west and stretched. "Ahhhhh! Last night was heavenly, Balto!" Balto rose, pulling her back against his chest. "Mmmhmm. It was, Sansha." The little husky bitch smiled and moved away from him, suddenly aware that she wasn't in heat anymore. Balto watched her quizzically, then caught his breath as she bent over to straighten the blanket. Above the deep, pink petals ove her lovely flower, her tailhole throbbed an angry red. Balto could see that she had been raped brutally by someone. Striding over, he lifted Sansha's tail and inspected it. The edges were raw and crusted with bloody cum, and the little husky had been ripped open fiercely. Balto winced. How could he have not seen this before? Then, he remembered their long night of passion, and guilt flooded through him. He had not only noticed her injuries, he had cheated on Jenna, with a bitch he didn't even know, much less! The wolfdog dropped Sansha's tail and drew her shaking form into his arms. Kissing away a tear, he gazed deep into her beautiful turquoise eyes. "Are you going to tell me who did this to you, Sansha?" The husky gazed back at him, and her eyes filled with tears. "I. . . I can't, Balto." The wolfdog kissed away her next tear. "Sure you can. Go ahead, Sansha."
More tears spilled from the young husky's eyes. Balto tenderly kissed her again. "Who's been whipping you, Sansha? Who?" His eyes growing cold, the wolfdog snarled, "Nobody rapes females, not if they're in their right minds!" His yellow eyes like golden ice, he growled, "I'll deal with him, Sansha. Who whipped you?" The dam finally broke, and the young husky bitch hugged Balto tighter. "Papa! Papa raped me! And. . . and he told me not to tell you, but. . . oh, Balto, I'm so afraid!" she cried. Unconsciously, Balto felt his heart beat faster, and tightened his arms about her slender form. He rocked Sansha, shocked. Steele had raped his daughter? Why? Questions swirled through the wolfdog's mind as he held Sansha close, along with emotions he had not felt in a long time. Tears slid, unbidden, down his battle-scarred cheeks.
Then it hit him, like a ton of bricks. After raping his daughter, Steele had sent her here and gone to find Jenna! Balto pulled away from Sansha and leapt down the gangplank. The young husky followed. "Balto?" she sniffled. The wolfdog turned to her. "Come on; we're going to find your father. And Jenna." Sansha jumped down beside him. "Y-You know?" Balto nodded grimly as he broke into a run. "Steele has been after my mate since long before you were born, Sansha. He wouldn't stop coming on to her, even after she chose me. I guess he couldn't accept that. Anyway, he's distracted me and found her. I don't want to even think about what he's done to her." Sansha ran alongside the halfwolf, shocked and angry. "So that's why he didn't want me to tell you!" Her eyes grew hard. "He's mad, Balto. I've known ever since I was a pup. He's told me before he wanted your daughter, Aleu, but you left her with the wolfpack before he could do anything to her. Now, he's finally got Jenna." Balto ran faster, leaping down the snowy streets. "Aleu. Jenna always hoped that you and her would somehow become friends. I'm sure it would've happened, had I kept her here. But at least she's happy. She's found her true place in the world." Sansha nodded, and they spoke no more as Balto dashed through the town with the speed of a wolf upon the chase.
Skidding to a stop in a flurry of snow, Balto raced into the boiler room, Sansha on his heels. Steele was straddling Jenna, preparing to penetrate her again, when he looked up. "Balto!" The wolfdog leapt at him "Steele!" The two fell away, locked together in a snarling ball of struggling bodies and flashing fangs. Sansha sprang to Jenna's side. The redfurred husky was covered in wounds. Large black-and-purple bruises mottled her face, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were large, dilated, and unfocused as she stared up at Sansha. "Aleu?" Sansha licked at Jenna's swollen eyes. "No, it's Sansha, Steele's daughter."
* * *
Steele kicked out at Balto and threw him off balance. Like he had done that night in the forest, in front of his team, the big husky leaped upon the wolfdog, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and hurled him against the wall. Balto slid down, stunned, and Steele advanced quickly, ready to slash his throat and end his enemy's life.
* * *
Balto struggled to rise as the big shape of his archnemesis filled his line of vision, looming large and ominous above him. "I've waited a long time for this, Balto! I'll flay you, dirty wolfblood!" A surge of rage flooded through Balto, and he leapt to his feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge, whitefurred wolf. It was his mother's spirit! Howling like a wolf, Balto launched himself at Steele and knocked him over. Locking his jaws around the evil husky's throat, he bit down. . .
* * *
Jenna coughed weakly, bringing up blood, as Balto nuzzled her. "Balto?" Tears filled the wolfdog's eyes. "I'm here, Jenna, I'm here." Sansha stood back, glaring hatefilled daggers at the still body of her father, then turned her eyes to the sad reunion. Jenna smiled feebly. "I. . .I must. . . tell... you something, Balto." The redfurred husky coughed again, bringing up more warm scarlet. Balto stroked his mate's ears tenderly. "Hush, Jenna. Save your strength." But Jenna would not listen. "I lay with him, Balto. I satisfied his mad, lustful raving, with no thought of you. I. . .*cough*...enjoyed his body. I wanted him, but I couldn't love him. Balto, please forgive me. Please *cough* love me again. Please take me back. I may even be pregnant with his pups." Jenna's voice trailed off at the shock and hurt in her mate's eyes. Balto stepped back. "You. . . you wanted Steele? All through these years?" Jenna shook her head. "I. . . had to be sure that you loved me, Balto. . . had to be sure that my love for Steele was gone. Even when he held me down and raped me, I enjoyed it. Even when he took from me what you hadn't, I longed to make love to him, wild, passionate love." She gazed up into Balto's eyes. "And you never cheated on me. Not once." Balto shifted uncomfortably. "Actually, Jenna. . ."
Balto explained how he had met Steele's daughter, how he had made love to her, and found out later that Steele had raped her before sending her to him. Sansha backed him up, saying that Balto only satisfied his needs---and her own---like any other male with red blood would have done. Jenna listened, and nodded. . . and smiled. She made a full recovery, under the gentle ministrations of the same doctor that had tended Rose when the little girl lay dying from influenza, and bore none of Steele's pups, In fact. . . several weeks after she and Balto made love for the first time since Steele had come between them, Jenna gave birth to her second litter of fine, healthy pups, six of them. Sansha became their 'big sister,' and Balto and Jenna adopted her formally as their own daughter. She did mate with Idita, and he, like she had wanted in a male for so long, married her and they had their first litter together. The two familes would be seen strolling down the streets together, playful pups in tow: Idita, Sansha, Jenna. . .
And one wolfdog.
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