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It was just another morning for Oryan...

"Nnngh... gods...there it is again..."

...And just another day of having to live with the most pleasant and intoxicating of aromas flooding his entire apartment.

Oryan was on good terms with most of his neighbors in the apartment complex at 315 West Elm. Right downtown, embedded in the heart of the city, the building had a melting pot mixture of different cultural and financial backgrounds. There was a very wide diversity of age, as well, and sometimes, it was actually tough for Oryan to find a friend to hang out with, or someone that was near his own age of 27 to talk to.

Not that his neighbors weren't friendly; most of them were, and almost all of them meant well.

The source of the scent, however, was a slightly different story.

Living in the apartment that bordered the wall of his own, and often doing her best to avoid most people most of the time was Katherine, or, as Oryan was wont to call her, Kate. An arctic fox with the purest of white fur, and the brightest, golden eyes that anyone had ever seen, she was captivating in every sense of the word, and every single day that week, dating all the way back to the dreadful Monday that Oryan refused to acknowledge, her scent had been thick upon the air, like the delicious aromas of spiced apple cider across a winter festival.

It was driving Oryan mad.

"I'd swear she was doing it to taunt me," the marble fox groaned, as he slowly rose up from his bed and stretched out, his arms reaching up over his head for the sky. Though they weren't exactly the same species, there was only a slight difference between them; Oryan was a marble fox, and save for the slate gray stripes that shot down his back in a jagged pattern, curling and coiling around his tail all the way to the tip, he was actually mostly white, himself. His fur didn't have an ethereal glisten to it the way that Katherine's did, but he fancied himself at least a little bit of a looker those days...not that it did him any good.

No matter what he tried, he couldn't get Katherine to warm up to him whatsoever, and the fact that she was in a rocky, on-again-off-again relationship with a domineering and rather intimidating wolf didn't help the situation. Oryan couldn't begin to count the number of nights that he was woken up in the middle of the morning by the sound of their fighting, and each time, it seemed that Katherine was on the receiving end of things...it was never physical abuse, but mentally and emotionally, this other male was constantly tearing her down and reminding her of her shortcomings...

"And no matter what I do or how nice I try to be, she just ignores me...she never wants anything to do with me..."

It was a sad, but true reality for Oryan, who made his way into the kitchen of his small, downtown apartment to whip up a little breakfast. The walls weren't paper thin, but already, he could hear the shower running in Katherine's unit, and his mind blossomed with the romantic and slightly lewd fantasy of her body resting against his own, their fur soaked down to the flesh as water cascaded over the two of them, providing a veil of steam to act as privacy for their wet, heated lovemaking. Wearing just his pajama pants from his slumber, Oryan almost banged a drawer against his own member as it started to perk up at the very thought of being nude and alone with Katherine...but it was just a fantasy, and one driven by the pheromones that were drifting so carelessly through the air.

His ears never flattened, so long as Katherine was in the shower, and his body never settled, so long as the fantasy was allowed to go on. Even having breakfast was becoming a struggle for the poor marble fox, as such a delightful, feminine scent permeating the air in his apartment turned the act of eating a bowl of cereal into a wild and brazen fantasy of Katherine pushing Oryan onto the table and stripping his pajamas away so that she could go after her prize, all eight inches of his proud, swelling member, and the thick, wide knot that rested at the base. Oryan could just imagine how amazing it would feel for Katherine to try and wrap her narrower muzzle around every inch of his manhood, struggling to reach the knot and swallowing reflexively against his tapered tip, but at the end of the meal, there was only an empty apartment, an empty cereal bowl with a little milk residue in the bottom, and a little precum staining the front of his boxers.

Anymore, it was starting to feel like a routine for Oryan.

"Maybe today will be a little bit different," he pondered aloud, sure that Katherine couldn't hear him, even as the shower in the adjacent apartment was turned off. "Maybe today, when I step outside to get the mail, she'll walk by and smile at me...she might even be grateful for my company!" Oryan thought, ever the hopeful fox when it came to the subject of Katherine. She was the kind of beauty worth hoping for, but her personality did leave something to be desired, and Oryan was too blinded by the combination of her gorgeous looks and her irresistible aroma to see that. "She might even want to come by my room after work! Dunno why I feel so confident," Oryan admitted to himself as he stood up, pajama pants standing like a pup tent, "But I really do think today might be a little bit different!"

Hope sprung eternal in a love drunk fool, and Oryan was playing his role perfectly. He didn't have the time or the opportunity to take care of the burgeoning erection that kept bumping into every conceivable surface in his home, but he could at least make a good impression on Katherine when he left to go to work for the day...and a little extra bulge in the pants never hurt, in his mind. The morning routine flew by; Oryan tossed his breakfast bowl in the sink, washed it out as rapidly as possible, and left it to dry before scooting back into his bedroom. He had the luxury of wearing almost whatever he wanted to on a daily basis, even in the workplace, and given the circumstances, a plain, black t-shirt, some loose fitting blue jeans and a pair of common sneakers were just the right combination of casual and cool to make a good impression on the usually stone-faced Katherine.

The fountain of hope dried up the moment that he stepped out of his door, all in perfect time with Katherine, and locked eyes with her, just for a moment.

"Is there something on my face? Because you're looking at me like I'm food or something," Katherine immediately jabbed at him. Her quips were never kind or light in nature, and her eyes never held even an inkling of a soft spot for poor Oryan.

_You're certainly a morsel to be savored,_Oryan thought, though his mind was thankfully quicker than his mouth. He knew it would be unwise to approach Katherine too aggressively. "Just a little beauty here and there," he pointed out, trying his best to be smooth with her.

The arctic fox simply rolled her eyes and closed her door firmly behind her, procuring a key to lock it before she started off down the hall. "Could you maybe take the stairs? I'd like a little privacy on the elevator."

"Sorry, but I'm gonna be late for work if I don't make it down to the lobby A.S.A.P," Oryan explained, locking his own door behind him and making a small jog down the hallway to catch up with Katherine's brisk pace. "Besides, I can always keep myself quiet, if you really want privacy so badly."

"Starting now, hopefully?"

"I was thinking maybe on the elevator, I'd stop talking."

Katherine groaned. "You're really enough to give any girl a headache, Oryan..."

"You're the first one to say so," he happily pointed out, as they came to the elevator lobby. There were two different elevator shafts in the tall, downtown building, but one of them always seemed to be out of order, and that meant that no matter how she tried, Katherine wasn't going to get away from Oryan just yet. "Going down?"

"You know I'm going down..."

Oryan bit his tongue at the opportunity to make a lewd joke at Katherine's expense. The way that his mind had been intoxicated with lust lately, he wasn't thinking like his usual self; before, he might not have even thought of a quip to go along with her words.

"You never know. The way you're going places, I figured you might be going up," Oryan joked, deciding to keep things clean and compliment Katherine instead, and given her cold nature, it was a wise, safe move. The kind words didn't do anything to pierce through her chilling exterior, but Oryan was still kind enough to press the "down" button and call the elevator.

"You seem to have a pretty bad short term memory...haven't you noticed that your compliments have never worked on me before?" Katherine muttered, taking a step forward as soon as she heard the DING! of the elevator arriving at their floor. She stepped in quickly and tried to press the lobby button rapidly to force the doors closed, but it wasn't nearly quick enough to stop the male that was obsessed with her.

In the tight, enclosed confines of the elevator, Oryan was finally starting to figure out what had been messing with his mind for so long, and as he leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath, he realized that he was standing right next to the source of his drunkenness.

She...she's in heat! Oryan rationalized, doing his best to keep his excitement and shock contained. He knew that there was a reason that Katherine had been acting even more aggressive and cold to him than she usually would, and though he didn't quite understand why a natural lust would cause her to be so cruel, he took some solace in having found his answer.

He took no solace in the fact that his neighbor was a constant source of irresistible arousal for him, one that he couldn't seem to get through to.

"You can't really blame a guy for trying, can you? Besides, maybe I'm really just that nice!"

"I doubt that," Katherine admitted. "I really do. No guy is ever that nice to a girl for no reason, and I have a boyfriend."

"My mother used to tell me the same thing about girls, but sometimes they can be nice to the opposite sex for no reason!"

"Did she tell you to leave a lady alone if she's clearly got no patience for your constant attempts?"

Oryan snickered. "Something like that, I suppose, but she was much more concerned with me not being a quitter."

"Well, let me do you a favor and tell you what your mother should have, then. Quit. Bothering. Me."

The elevator arrived at the lobby with surreal timing, opening not a second sooner than Katherine was done speaking. With a cocky, even rude smile on her lips, she sauntered out of the elevator and made her way out of the building. She was off to work with a small weight off of her shoulders, and Oryan, with shoulders slumped, let her create a distance between them as he walked silently through the lobby and headed to work himself.

I get it, she's not interested... Oryan thought, letting out a heavy sigh.

But what did I ever do to make her hate me so much?

**

Boring. Empty. Maddening.

These were just a couple of the words that Oryan would have used to describe his day at work, even if he hadn't been shut down by Katherine to start off his morning.

Even in an office building surrounded by other men, Oryan couldn't escape the small, but significant traces of pheromones that haunted him, keeping his body on a natural and lasting high, one that could only be cured by copulation.

Worst of all, he simply wasn't willing to settle, even after what happened.

"Maybe her boyfriend really needs to do something terrible for her to come around," Oryan said to himself. He hated listening to the constant bickering between Katherine and her unknown lover through the walls of his apartment, and he hated even more that she was cold to him, despite his always offering a warm shoulder to cry on and a perky set of ears to listen to her.

Nothing he did was ever good enough.

At the office, Oryan was plenty well respected, but he didn't find any enjoyment in his job, that day. Eight hours went by as slow as eight lifetimes, and all along, his mind was filled with visions that would have made his earlier fantasies blush; ropes were starting to make their way into his mind and across her body to bind her to a bed, marking her with his scent to claim her as his own in the most primal way, and covering her in a thin layer of his seed just to watch it glisten upon her fur in the low lights of candles...

"...I gotta get outta here."

Oryan was only able to wake up from his daydream thanks to the unpleasant sensation of his throbbing erection pressing against the underside of his computer desk and trying to force itself up and through the wood. There was no way that he'd be able to conceal it entirely on his way home from the office, but if he didn't leave right away and do something about the stiff, pulsing problem between his legs, he was going to lose his mind.

It might not be the real thing, but Katherine couldn't take his fantasies away, and for now, that would have to do.

There wasn't any sort of a stir as Oryan stood up from his desk and shut down his PC. No one was really paying any attention to him as he gathered up a couple things from his desk and tried to kill at least a little time, hoping that his member would deflate, even just slightly.

He'd have no such luck.

A couple minutes of shuffling papers and pretending to organize things did nothing to stop the swelling, and Oryan, riddled with lust, decided that his best fate was to try and get back to his apartment as quickly as he could, hoping that no one would really take notice of what was going on.

The marble fox was lucky enough to be able to walk to work every day, and since his was a salaried position, it was common for workers like him to leave a couple minutes early and make up for it by clocking in earlier the next day.

This particular day, he was clocking out a full half an hour early, but he couldn't be bothered to stay. He made his way to the elevator down into the lobby as quickly as he could, trying to make sure that nobody caught sight of the trouble that was tenting in between his legs. Embarrassment was one thing, but if his superiors thought that he was looking at some sort of pornographic material at work, his job would be forfeit in an instant.

Mimicking Katherine's actions from earlier, Oryan rapidly pressed the button for the lobby the moment that he was in the elevator, not wanting to risk letting anyone join him. Privacy wasn't exactly the best thing for him, as he couldn't control his thoughts any longer, but it was better than the alternative of having a female on the elevator with him. He knew that his own scent of arousal, a masculine, and yet, fairly sweet smell, was radiating from his body, and that anyone would know how lustful he really felt before they ever had a chance to see his member trying to escape.

It was a mad dash through the lobby and out onto the street for Oryan, and a hobbled one, as he did everything in his power not to trip over his own manhood. He was sure that a few people had seen his issue already, but he could handle the teasing snickers of random strangers looking at his problem. He couldn't handle the idea of coworkers seeing it, however, so he only slowed down when he was sure that he was a safe distance from his office building...almost a half a mile away. The only upside was that his hurried dash out of the building meant that he was only a half mile from home, as well, and just a half mile from finally having a release from all of the tension of his arousal.

From one lobby to another, Oryan rested on the thought of how dull his day-to-day life could be sometimes, and it did seem to help with his issue of arousal. He actually chuckled to himself at the thought of just what a hurry he was in to get to work that morning, and yet, the even greater rush that followed as he tried to make his way back to the apartment towers that he lived in. He wasn't worried about the front desk manager seeing his erection; after all, they saw far worse than that on a daily basis, but things did get a little uncomfortable for him as he had to wait in the lobby for an elevator to come down and get him.

Once again, time was dragging horribly for Oryan...and he couldn't clear from his mind the image of a naked Katherine, sprawled upon his bed, her breasts heaving with each panting breath that she took, her legs spread and her labia dripping with arousal as she waited for him to come and satiate her terrible, merciless heat.

It was a fantasy that stuck with him the whole way into the elevator, and the whole way up to his floor in the building, and all the way to his door...

...A door that, when opened, nearly brought Oryan to his knees as he was greeted with the seeping scents of fresh arousal from Katherine's relentless heat.

_I can't take it...I just can't take it!_Oryan mentally protested, barely having a chance to get inside and close his door behind him before he was unbuckling the belt around his waist. He pulled the slack free with haste and tossed the belt away in his maddening sexual frustration, nearly tripping over the slack of his own pant leg as he started off toward his bedroom.

All signs pointed to Oryan crawling into his bed and masturbating furiously for at least a couple hours.

Knock knock.

Nothing pointed to Oryan having a visitor...ever.

He lived by himself in the city, and though he had a couple friends that he hung out with on random occasions, he could hardly think of the last time that there was actually another physical being in his apartment with him.

"Ugh... freakin'...go away!"

Knock knock knock.

Oryan couldn't be asked to put his belt back on. He couldn't deal with getting dressed all the way again. Whoever it was, he had to imagine that it had to be important, but he had trouble thinking of anyone important enough to open the door for, much less someone important enough to put a belt back on for.

"Damn it. Fine, fine! I'm coming!"

Stumbling over himself and hoisting his jeans up just enough to hide the hem of his black and white plaid boxers, Oryan made his way quickly to the door and nearly fell over into it, resting a paw on the door handle and turning it, allowing his pants to slump in turn, and provide all of the embarrassment he could ask for when he saw who his surprise visitor was.

"...Katherine...I..."

"Don't. Don't even try to make excuses for this," Katherine immediately cut him off. Her hair, normally well kept and professionally styled, was a mess, falling down in front of her eyes and shading the bright, golden orbs that so dazzlingly decorated her face. Her chest was heaving, sure enough, as she panted on the other side of the door, her clothes disheveled and her paws tense to the point that her veins, tiny and dainty as they were, pushed up to the surface of her skin.

"Excuses for what? For living here?!"

Oryan couldn't hide his frustrations with Katherine, and his cheeks were completely flushed with bashfulness as his pants continued to slump down around to his ankles...and Katherine refused to take her eyes off of them.

"For living next door to me for the last week and not even once coming over and fucking my brains out!"

"...Uh...what?"

Katherine pushed Oryan back into his apartment and slammed the door shut behind her so hard that it shook the very walls of the building. Gracelessly, Oryan stumbled backward over his pants as they fell to his ankles, falling flat upon his back and quickly forcing his paws over the front of his boxers, trying to preserve any sense of modesty he could hope for. "Move your fucking paws..." she demanded, her fangs born at the timid male as she went right to the floor with him, her hips deadly in their accuracy, landing right upon Oryan's waist and straddling him. Instantly, Oryan could feel a soaking wet spot forming on the exposed fur of his tummy, as panties and even a pair of tight, black business slacks did nothing to hold back the flowing, liquid desire that poured from Katherine's sex.

Somehow, albeit inexplicable to Oryan, this was really happening.

"K-Katherine...you...you can't do this! You have a boyfriend!" Oryan stammered out, having just the slightest bit of a conscious left to try and do the right thing, even as his body betrayed his pure words and shuddered in delight at the feeling of warmth that simply radiated from Katherine and her loins.

"Oh, shut up!" Katherine snapped at him, her claws shooting down and digging into the thin, tight fabric of Oryan's shirt. She tugged up, threatening to tear the threads apart as she narrowed her eyes at the male who shared her lust. "You've wanted to fuck me since the day we met, Oryan...I'm not stupid...and you're not just getting that chance today...you're going to take it, or I'm going to take what I want from you, like it or not!"

Oryan was under the impression, that morning, that he was the one who had been having trouble keeping control of his baser instincts and his insufferable lust.

His arousal paled in comparison to the overwhelming sensations that Katherine had been suffering through.

"But...but...your boyfriend..."

"Is a stupid, ignorant prude who won't fuck me while I'm in heat!" Katherine interrupted. "He doesn't understand my needs...not like you do..."

Katherine clearly wasn't in her right of mind, completely possessed by her own lust and unable to resist it anymore. She knew there was only one cure for what ailed her, and she was straddling it.

Lucky for her, Oryan wasn't inside his own mind anymore.

He couldn't see the risks involved with sleeping with Katherine while she was in heat.

He couldn't think of the consequences if her boyfriend found out about what was happening.

There was only the female atop of him, filled with need and dripping with lust...and his duties as a male to satisfy her at any cost.

"Kate...if we do this-

"We're going to."

Oryan gripped her hips, entirely on instinct, and looked up into her eyes, knowing that there was no way for him to turn back now.

"Then...don't hold back," he said softly. "Don't hold anything back...because I can't take this anymore...I can't take the scent anymore, Kate...it's driving me crazy...I...I need this...I need you!"

"Poor Oryan...having to sit around and masturbate all day instead of getting to fuck the female who's driving him crazy..." Katherine teased, her lips finally turning up into a grin as she slowly rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing the damp spot between her legs upon Oryan's tummy, knowing that he couldn't get up even if he tried, even if he wanted to...

...And he certainly didn't want to.

"It's been terrible," Oryan admitted, his claws starting to dig into Katherine's hips as he held onto her, simply loving the sensation of her wetness leaking into his fur. It was unbelievable to Oryan just how wet Katherine could really be, as small streams of her natural lubrication spilled down the delta of his abdomen and started soaking into the waistline of his boxers, getting tantalizingly close to the sensitive, delicate fur that surrounded his sheath.

"Poor baby," Katherine mused. "How about I give you a couple good, hard fucks to make up for it?"

Oryan gulped, his lips turning up into an excited smile. "A couple?"

"One little creampie isn't going to cut it today, Oryan..." Katherine warned. She'd completely lost control of herself, and Oryan was to be the victim of her affections...or the beneficiary, depending on perspective. "Your sweet, thick cum is the only thing that's going to put out the fire inside of me...and I need all of it..."

The marble fox kept his ears perked up, feeling as though he'd fallen onto the set of a porno film, the way that Katherine was buttering him up. Her words were completely lewd, and the soft, silky feeling of her voice along his ears was just one extra sensation that had his cock throbbing helplessly against the fabric of his boxers. Katherine never wanted to take her eyes off of it in the first place, but now that she was in position, she was more than happy to lean her body back, gliding the crest of her soft, curvaceous rump against the tented flesh and bucking her hips just a little bit, so that Oryan could feel just wonderful things might be if there weren't so many pesky clothes in the way.

"Th-then why...why are you still teasing yourself?" Oryan asked through a delighted gasp, knowing that his precum was already staining her pants, the moment they touched. "Why not just do what you need to do...?"

"Such a male," Katherine groaned, but her lips were still curled in delight. She could feel that little extra moisture of precum against her normally clean and pressed slacks, and it sent a curl through the length of her tail as she leaned her rump fully upon the tented length. "Always about the moment, never about the build up...you're just lucky that we've really had a whole week of foreplay!"

Oryan grinned. "You say that like you've been thinking of me at night or something..."

Katherine was more than happy to give Oryan a small preview of what she'd done, as she released his shirt to dip a pawtip into the waist of her pants. Her paw weaseled right into her panties, brushing over the deliciously wet mound of her sex and gathering up a little bit of that wetness so that she could lick it from her own pawtips. Her tongue didn't miss a single detail; she swirled the very tip of her tongue around the claw upon her pawtip, and then curled it, slurping her taste buds along every inch of her paw so that she could savor all of her own delicious juices, all while denying even a sample to Oryan, who could only watch the erotic display eagerly.

"I've done that every night this week while thinking of you," she admitted, letting her saliva drip to the floor as she eagerly tasted herself. "It was just a matter of time before I gave in and did this...and now...time's up. Get those boxers off and fuck me."

There was still a disconnect for the lustful marble fox. He was trying desperately to make the reality that was on his lap something that he could accept, but even drunk off of her scent, Oryan just couldn't believe that Katherine was really in his apartment, desperately trying to get him to sleep with her. Actions completely overwhelmed words as Katherine gave up her patience and leaned back, letting her paws rest upon tented boxers with a firm, claw-digging grip. She tugged hard, pulling until she could feel an extra warmth from the bare, exposed, red flesh of Oryan's cock slapping up against her lower back.

"Katherine...are we...are we really doing this?"

It was a breathless, shocked statement from Oryan, one that Katherine shrugged off with a giggle. "Heh...still can't believe this is really happening?" she asked, while her paws slid back up over Oryan's thighs. The marble fox closed his eyes and let out a quiet whimper as delicate clawtips teased along his fur, raking their way up to his hips, all the way until the sensation faded...and a telltale riiiiiiiiip made him open his eyes, as Katherine tore the once professional, white blouse from her chest and left it to hang open, framing up the soft curves of her breasts, and the tantalizing cleavage between them. A bra, simple black lace, was all that contained her chest...and with a quiet click, Katherine did away with it, her claws actually snipping the small fabric in the front apart so that her breasts could relax. They came to rest with a gentle bounce, and in the middle of white fur was two small, cute, perky black nipples, simply waiting for Oryan to taste them.

Every time that Oryan thought Katherine had taken his breath away for the last time, she found an entirely new way to blow his mind.

"Believe it, Oryan...the moment these panties come off, you'd better stuff me up with that thick cock..."

Heat and lust dictated the actions of both participants, and clouded their judgment beyond reason. Oryan snapped up at the waist and immediately sealed his lips around the right nipple without so much as asking, his lips sealing over it and suckling tightly at it, while Katherine went about undoing her business slacks, her voice blossoming into a pleasured moan. She cradled Oryan into her chest with one paw, while the other snapped her pants open. Squirming side to side, she immediately started to worm her way out of the useless garments, but even as they slid down her legs, her patience proved to be legendarily short.

Her panties never even made it off.

"G-get it in..." she whined, letting out a quick, panting breath. Her paw hooked into the crotch of her panties and tugged them aside, exposing the absolutely soaking wet slit that waited eagerly underneath. "Get that big, tasty cock in me...n-now!"

Oryan was every bit as eager as Katherine, but nowhere near as aggressive. His precum beaded down the length of his cock, drooling down the underside as Katherine backed up just a little bit further, the moistened lips of her labia finally kissing the tip of Oryan's tense member with every lustful intention they could imagine. Even without so much as a warm up, Oryan easily slid into the female who had eluded him for so long, the tapered, drooling tip of his cock finally getting swallowed up within the tight, soaked confines of Katherine's womanhood.

It started out with that gentle, subtle touch.

It didn't stay that way for long.

"That's good...that's f-fuckin' good..." Katherine groaned lowly, as she rolled her hips back and forced more of the thick, long fox cock that she needed inside of her. "But it's not gonna cut it, Oryan...you may never get this chance again...you gonna just s-sit there, or...are you gonna fuck me?!"

A sudden, harsh slam of the hips sent Katherine crashing down upon Oryan, who cried out in delight as the whole of his member disappeared inside of the heated female. Her words were taunting at the least, but Oryan was more than ready to rise up to the challenge, and his paws pushed hard against the floor, claws digging into the hardwood as he drove his hips up with such force that Katherine bounced in his lap, nearly bringing her knees up off of the ground. There was a harsh, stinging slap as Oryan's sack kicked up into Katherine's thighs, and that was just with the first of his thrusts.

"Just d-don't complain to me when you're waddling tomorrow..." Oryan replied with a deep, groaning rumble, his member spilling a nearly endless stream of precum from the sheer excitement of the moment. Even if her boyfriend had walked in the door and found them somehow, nothing in the world could tear the unlikely couple apart, especially as Oryan dug his claws into Katherine's hips and poked holes into her panties, tearing into them with a sexual ferocity that he could never normally have. The black and white lace stood no match to the claws that tore through, leaving mere tatters around Katherine's womanhood and sending a thrill up through her body. She didn't need a more dominant male...but to be so heavily desired was a turn on for any woman, and especially one who needed the rush of copulation to end her heat.

"T-tearing my panties...? You little shit...you really think I'm gonna let you get away with that?!" Katherine grunted, feeling the fabric around her hips start to shred, and moments later, she felt the thrills in the pit of her stomach, from sharp, dangerous claws leaving scratch marks on her hips, ones that she couldn't hide from her boyfriend, even if she wanted to. She could feel warm, teasing breath on her left nipple as Oryan finally switched, letting his lips seal and suckle on the sensitive, tasty nub that awaited him, just another small gesture that was bringing Katherine that much closer to a needed orgasm...even if one wasn't going to be enough. "You're gonna pay... big time..."

Claws shot down to Oryan's tummy and snuck under his shirt, and at first, the marble fox thought he was getting a gentle scritch upon his tummy...but as the paws moved up his body, he felt the claws digging deeper and deeper into his fur, until Katherine grinned maniacally at him and yanked her paws down rapidly, raking deep marks into his fur and flesh. A bright red glow that Oryan couldn't see started to perk up upon his chest, leaving him to gasp in pain as Katherine cackled in delight. "Nnnngh... you...you evil little bitch..."

"Evil little bitch in heat, and don't you forget it..."

Oryan would have tried to spank Katherine for her punishing touch, but he felt her grip around his wrists the moment that she released his chestfluff. He'd been holding onto her hips the whole time, but suddenly, his arms were thrown back and pinned to the floor, giving Katherine that much more leverage to pound her hips down against the marble fox, forcing every possible inch of his member into her body, so deep that he was starting to gently poke at her womb...and the promise of fluids to fill the same was something more than she could resist.

Forget it? There's no way I could ever forget this...

Pleasure was already welling up in the pits of Oryan's stomach, and his body was twitching with each and every thrust. There was some part of him, a truly male part of him, that was nervous about finishing too soon for Katherine to be satisfied...he didn't figure that she had a way to work around that, and he certainly didn't know that she'd already had a couple of smaller climaxes just from riding the marble fox as harshly as she did.

"G-gonna cum for me...?" Katherine finally pried, her full, soft rear bouncing gently against Oryan's thighs as she tried changing the pace, slowing her body down and drawing out each and every pass of her hips so that she could use her inner walls to squeeze tightly on his cock. "Gonna fill me up and end this fucking heat...?"

It was beyond logic that Oryan hadn't had a release already, but somehow, his body was holding out just a little bit longer than he ever could have imagined...and Katherine was quite happy with the results. Her body was shuddering each and every time she dropped her hips down, and each of her smaller orgasms was just a build up to something greater that she could feel in her every nerve. Biting her lip and clinging to Oryan desperately, Katherine was leaking liquid arousal into a small puddle between his thighs, absolutely soaking the fur of his sheath and his sack as a thick, bulbous knot finally started to come to light, a sign that Oryan just couldn't hold out on her any longer.

"Y-yes... yes! Good boy! Gimme that knot!"

It was a simple order, but an extremely effective one.

Oryan gritted his fangs together as his hips pounded up into Katherine, meeting her mid thrust and pushing out more of the thick, wide flesh of his knot. Already, Katherine felt her labia stretching out wide, and struggling to accommodate the heavier flesh, but that same struggle was just the push that she needed to hit a peak of her pleasure...and take Oryan right with her.

It wasn't a slow, oozing flood.

It was a rapid, violent torrent of seed, bursting from the tip of Oryan's cock, painting Katherine's inner walls with a thin layer of white, vulpine seed...and that was just the start.

"K-Kate...I...I can't..."

" Don't! Don't you dare hold back!"

Oryan's hips never settled. His body was bucking rapidly up into Katherine with no regard for the fact that his seed was spilling inside of a female in her cycle. He cared only about getting his knot to take hold inside of her and assure a pregnancy...and on the other end, though Katherine had been actively trying to avoid getting knocked up, she was far past the point of caring about the risks.

With a slick, sticky, satisfying POP, it didn't matter what Katherine wanted, any longer.

"I'm cumming..." Oryan muttered through gritted fangs, his eyes winced tightly shut as his hips tried to keep pounding into the arctic fox, even though they were already tied. His cock could only bounce and throb inside of Katherine, filling her inner passage all the way up to the womb with an endless flood of his seed, now that they were completely knotted together. It was a _delightful_feeling, being so full that she could feel the literal streams of cum seeping out through her widely spread labia and pouring down over her thighs, soaking right into her fur and making a mess of Oryan's nice, clean floor. "Ho-holy fuck...I c-can't stop! I can't stop cumming, Kate!"

Shuddering and squirming beneath the dominant, controlling female, Oryan felt like his orgasm refused to subside, even as it triggered Katherine's and sent her careening over the edge. All of her smaller climaxes were mere anthills compared to the mountain of pleasure that she suddenly climbed, and for just a moment, her bouncing pace stopped as she felt the thick, bulbous knot of her improvised lover inside of her.

It was heavenly.

"M-me too..." Katherine whimpered, her body holding still so she could truly appreciate the absolute fullness of the knot she'd come to hold. "I...I'm cumming too...f-fuck... Oryan!" she cried out, calling out the name of the marble fox like she had so many times before in his lewd, uncensored fantasies. It was literally like a dream come true for the timid marble fox, who rested on his back, panting heavily and swimming in endless pleasure as Katherine's inner muscles clenched, squeezed and milked at his knot, drawing out every drop of cum that rested in his sack, and prolonging his orgasm for what seemed like hours.

And then...just when things were truly slowed down, and Katherine had come to a complete stop, simply enjoying the feeling of a knot within her folds...

She started to bounce again.

"K-Kate?!"

Oryan's surprise made Katherine giggle all over again. "What's the matter, Oryan...?"

"I...I don't know if I can..."

"I told you that once w-wouldn't be enough," Katherine reminded him. She didn't care if he was overly sensitive, or if he wasn't ready to go again...the long, flowing locks of her hair spun around as she whipped her head to clear them from her eyes, and tiny beads of sweat started to drip down her forehead and between the crest of her cleavage as she went on, bouncing her hips, letting her tongue loll out the side of her muzzle...

Oryan had been trapped by a heated vixen, and his fantasy come true would exhaust every ounce of energy in his body. The lewd, sticky sounds of sex, and the thumping of two bodies against a hardwood floor echoed on throughout the entire night...and only came to a close as the morning sun rose the next day, with two exhausted, vulpine bodies resting against each other in a sweaty, dripping mess...one that they could never repeat.

**

Life was back to the same old, same old for Oryan in no time...and days blended seamlessly into weeks, which faded into months, until four of them had gone by...and the scent that drove him crazy was long gone.

Gone as well was the warm and inviting smile that Katherine had shown to Oryan on that fateful evening, when both foxes lost control of their better judgment and gave in to instinct, instead. Replacing it was the same stone cold glares that Oryan had become accustomed to before, and more often than not, they were accompanied by a similar glare from the vulpine boyfriend that Katherine was always fighting with.

There had been a small down-tick in the fighting, however, and Oryan was an unwilling part of it.

"Looks like the bump is coming along nicely. How far along do you think she is?" Oryan asked, settling for the small talk that had become a morning routine for himself, Katherine and the boyfriend.

"The doctors think she's about four months in...I thought I waited until after her heat cycle was over, but...I guess I'm just that potent," the boyfriend replied with a cocky grin. He made sure to stand between Oryan and Katherine in the mornings anymore, having become truly overprotective of the arctic fox, now that she was pregnant.

"Well...that's great. I'm really happy for the two of you."

It was a lifeless and monotone response from Oryan, who wanted to hide his disappointment in everything...but with another man acting as the father of his lovechild...

...How could he?