It was two AM and very little moved about the grounds of the summer camp where Paul worked. The children had gone to bed hours before hand, and by this point even the counselors would be asleep. Only one or two staff would be puttering around at this hour, probably pushing paper around an office somewhere. Though, of course, Paul himself would be up all night, such as the job required. 

“Night time security guard.” Paul let the words roll around in his mouth, voicing them quietly in the dark of night, though nobody was around to hear it anyway. It sounded almost important. Kind of. Maybe if you were a security guard somewhere more dangerous than a summer camp. When he’d responded to the job posting at the beginning of the summer he hadn’t really known what to expect, but it wasn’t this. 

All he’d wanted was somewhere to work until college started again in the fall. Seasonal work could be hard to find, and he was grateful to be working a job that ended early August. Yet he had expected a little more actual work and a lot less sitting.

The camp itself was huge, covering over a square mile with cabins and fields, but most of the perimeter was protected by big fences to keep any mischief makers out. Really the only part he had to worry about, the part that he spent all night sitting and watching, was the area between the boy’s and the girl’s cabins. The camp only allowed kids up to fifteen or so, but they still paid him to do nothing but sit and make sure nobody was sneaking out to play doctor.

Truth be told Paul doubted kids that young would even know what to do anyway. Oh sure they might get a bit handsy with each other but what’s the harm in that? Maybe the oldest ones could get up to worse, but still paying somebody to sit and stare into the dark all night seemed excessive. 

Paul shook his head and picked up one of the two tablets he’d bring with him to work, he’d run out of batteries if he only brought one. Excessive or not it was hard to complain when somebody was paying you to sit in a chair and read all night. He wasn’t even breaking any rules to do it! Paul was a wolf but even with his own keen eyes he couldn’t see jack squat from where he sat. The middle of an unlit soccer field, surrounded by trees with a group of cabins at either end, was simply too dark even for him. If he was going to actually catch anybody he’d do it with his acute canine hearing long before he saw anything. Listening fairly intently wasn’t difficult even with his nose nearly pressed against the tablet screen. So the better part of the night was spent doing just that, listening for trouble while reading whatever caught his interest that night.

Children weren’t exactly the sneakiest creatures anyhow. A few times already he’d caught some sneaking kids just because they were laughing and giggling and shushing each other. All he had to do then was wave his flashlight toward them and act like he was looking around, then they’d shriek and scatter back to their beds. He was paid to make sure nothing got broken or stolen, or groped he supposed, and that was it. Nobody really wanted to get the kids in trouble, least of all Paul. A flashlight beam, a fake ‘guard voice’ to yell ‘Hey! What are you doing over there!’ was all it took ninety percent of the time. Easy job. Yet there was that other ten percent…

A young fox girl watched the older wolf from a short distance away. If he only looked up he would have seen her easily, but he kept his eyes glued to that glowing screen and only moved every now and then to swipe to another page. He wasn’t a very good guard, she figured, but he was cute so she could forgive him that. 

He didn’t appear to be all that much older than her, maybe the same age as her older brother and he was only a few years her senior. His fur was grey and shaggy, no different from most other wolves but his eyes were bright green and he had a nice jawline. His t-shirt and shorts were snug enough to reveal a toned physique. She figured he was good enough, probably. If he was amenable they could have a lot of fun this summer. She pictured that in her mind and a warmth welled up inside her. She smoothed her shirt down and wondered how to get his attention. 

The book Paul was reading was engrossing. He might be in college, but he’d never really grown out of reading silly fantasy schlock novels. Oh sure he enjoyed reading the much more competently written stuff as well, but there was just something fun about reading a book where every proper noun had at least three apostrophes in it. He turned page after page reading the story of ‘Bou’shiel’ss’azz’ or some nonsense when suddenly his ears picked up something. He closed his eyes and perked his ears.

Far off, from the boy’s side, a cabin door banged shut and echoed in the still night air. If somebody was sneaking out they’d already made a poor show of it, likely they just had to piss. He listened for a moment, just to be sure. A second bang from the same place and whoever had left had already returned.  He was just going to go back to his book when the slightest rustle in the grass behind him caught his attention. He went perfectly still, likely he wouldn’t have heard it at all if he hadn’t been listening particularly closely at the time. The rustle wasn’t followed by any other noise though, yet it paid to be cautious.

Wild animals weren’t uncommon in the camp. They were far enough from the nearest town to be considered in the middle of the woods. He’d seen a number of foxes and one time a skunk had ambled too close for comfort. All ferals of course, none of them his own anthro cousins. If it was another skunk behind him than it was better to look and move away if he needed to, his sense of smell was keen and tomato juice would stain his fur something awful. 

He stood, flashlight in hand, and turned around only to see a fox greeting him. Not a feral one this time, but an actual anthro, just smiling widely and waving. Probably one of the campers, a girl judging by the two small bumps in her long t-shirt. A sleeping shirt, judging by the pajama pants, though no shoes at all, just little fox toes curled in the grass. For a second he thought about putting on his ‘guard voice’ and trying to scare her off, but when she came skipping up to him it was clear that wasn’t about to work. Hard to intimidate somebody when they were mid-skip.

She held out a slender paw to him, it was gloved in black but the red fur reached all the way to her mid fore-arm. “Hi I’m Robin. Do you work here?” Her voice was light but strong, she wasn’t shy in the least. 

He shook her hand with his own, nearly enveloping it with his shaggy mitt, and couldn’t help but laugh at her forwardness. If you didn’t want to be caught sneaking out then introducing yourself to the security guard was a funny way to go about it. “Yeah, I’m Paul. I’m a guard here.  They ask me to keep you kids safe at night.”

She huffed and wagged a finger at him, one black digit ticking back and forth. “I’m no kid! I’m fifteen!” She tried to strike an imposing figure, hands on hips, chest thrust forward, but it was hard when the wolf stood more than a foot taller than the fox lass. 

Paul shrugged apologetically. “You’re right, sorry. I hated being called a kid too.” Truth be told if he’d known she was fifteen he wouldn’t have called her a kid in the first place. He remembered being fifteen well enough, it wasn’t so long ago. Hardly a kid at all at that age. “All the same though, you aren’t really supposed to be out right now.”

“It’s okay.” She said, as if her own affirmation of that was enough to avoid the rules. Quite sure of herself. “I go to bed late at home, my whole family does. Nocturnal.” She pointed at her eyes which caught and reflected the scarce light easily. Paul couldn’t help but notice those eyes were strikingly blue, she smiled a toothy grin. “I like to walk around before bed, a bit of exercise helps me sleep.”

“Sure, makes sense to me.” It didn’t, not in the least. No anthro was nocturnal anymore, no matter what your species. Sure some might see better at night, but nobody was completely driven by the genetics of their ancestors. Still he had no reason to argue. She seemed like she would be hard to convince, and besides if she didn’t cause any trouble than he was still doing his job in the end. His eyes narrowed at her “Just one thing though, you’re not going to break any rules are you? If you did then I’d have to punish you.” He was somewhat surprised to hear that particular phrase come out of his mouth, it seemed a bit inappropriate, but if she took it that way she didn’t let on.

“Maybe! Guess you’ll just have to keep an eye on me.” She laughed and walked over to his chair, a big folding camping chair he brought from home each night, and sat down. She stared at him mischievously but her smile was innocent and she just beckoned him closer, waving a hand toward him coyly.

Paul sighed. Somehow this conversation felt out of his control. Maybe it was the fox who had stolen his chair, who could say. He smiled back at her snidely. “That seems fair. You can’t get into any trouble as long as I’m around. I can just do this.” He picked her up bodily from the chair and she yelped. He set her down beside it and sat in it himself before she could steal it again. He tried not to think about how soft she had felt in his hands, but he found that difficult. Her shirt had slid up when he lifted her, revealing a smooth belly covered in white fur.  

She looked at him. It almost seemed like she was judging him somehow, her eyes narrowed and her tufted fox ears faced backwards. A slight almost imperceptible nod and the look was gone. The moment of consideration gone, she clambered up into his lap to share the seat. She shifted her weight about trying to find a comfortable spot. She could feel a slight hard pressure against her bottom. Paul tried to protest, telling her she was too big to sit on his lap. She ignored both the hardness and his complaining and just smiled once again. He seemed nice, he was definitely cute enough, if she had her way she’d be feeling more than just a slight hardness through his shorts. 

When the sly vixen had settled completely and seemed unlikely to move no matter what he did, Paul just sat uncomfortably. He wore a nylon pair a gym shorts and they did little to protect him from the feel of her. As he felt the young girl’s ass press against him he found himself imagining how, if neither of them had been wearing pants at the present time, he would be able to slide right into her. He could put his hands on her hips and hold her still while he… He let the thought trail off, thinking about it was only making the situation worse. He wasn’t supposed to think about young girls that way, even if they were warm, soft, and on his lap. At least she gave no sign that she felt him pressing against her rear, maybe he could slip through unnoticed. 

Paul coughed, clearing his throat and trying to steady his voice. “If you can’t sleep yet how am I supposed to help?” Sometimes his mouth moved before his brain and he wished he could have that question back. There was an obvious answer to that question that neither of them should have ever considered.

Robin only laughed and said “I can think of a few ways. For tonight, why not a bedtime story? I saw you reading earlier. You looked so cute, all focused on whatever it was.” She squirmed in his lap to face him, her pajama bottoms slipping down, revealing the delicate curve of her bottom. She pulled them up with half a mind, doing a poor job of it and leaving a view for Paul. The sight of her caused him to stiffen further. There was no possible way she wouldn’t notice in this position, he tented his shorts quite obviously.  Yet she just smiled and settled in, sitting across his lap with her upturned face to him, the picture of innocence.

Paul figured the best way to deal with her behavior was to just ignore it. She might just be trying to get a reaction out of him after all, just to see what he’d do. Playing a childish game with mature rules. “First you tell me not to call you a kid and then you want a bedtime story?” She just shrugged noncommittally, he looked at her with disbelief but he reached for the tablet anyway. “Alright, well so far it goes like this…”

He spent only a minute or two recapping the story before reading out loud from where he had left off. The plot was so cliché it didn’t really matter anyway, the fun came from the writing itself. At first she spent most of her time staring at him and running her hands on his chest, but as his voice droned on she found herself actually paying attention. 

“… and because he was so strong and so fast Bou’shiel’ss’azz was chosen by the king to slay the dragon. And the king said ‘Bou’shiel’ss’azz, you are strong and fast you should slay the dragon.’” Paul couldn’t help but read out the dialogue in stupid voices, it just seemed a requirement.

Robin laughed out loud, hard enough that she seemed about to fall out of her seat. “It’s so bad! Why do you even read this?” She seemed to have momentarily forgotten about teasing him and he’d forgotten about her ass long enough for his nethers to settle themselves. He was grateful.

“It’s kind of like watching a really bad movie. If a movie is only kinda average, or just a little bit bad, then it’s just a bad movie. But if a movie is so bad you can’t believe it even got made, it kinda makes it fun again. You ever see a movie like that?”

“A few times,” she nodded “before the movie rental place closed.” She opened her mouth in a huge yawn and stretched. Her shirt pulled taut across her young chest and Paul found his eyes drawn to the two bumps of her pert breasts and their tiny pointed tips as they strained against the fabric. Robin noticed him staring and stretched a bit longer than she needed to. “You know,” she began “if you’d like to get a real good look at them…”

Paul’s deliberate fit of coughing cut off the rest of the sentence and he hastily changed the subject. He blushed hotly beneath the fur of his cheeks. He’d had enough for now. “Well it’s getting pretty late now, you’re probably tired.” The smile she threw his way suggested she was not, but he marched on. “Why don’t I walk you back to the cabins, so I can be sure you don’t get in any trouble on the way.” 

Robin had pushed her luck as far as she felt appropriate already that night, and she allowed herself to be herded back. She walked in front of him, tail flagging, in an attempt to tease him further. In her experience all men would eventually give in, all she had to do was show him what he really wanted. Enough to overcome any objections he might have if he really thought about it. She even gave him a kiss goodnight, on the cheek of course. His fur couldn’t entirely hide the blush in his cheeks. He really is quite cute, she thought as she walked into her cabin. 

***

The rest of the night was much as it always was for Paul and the next few days were no different. He had almost begun to think the young vixen was going to be a onetime event. In a way he was thankful for it, he could get in a great deal of trouble letting a camper break the rules, even without anything else going on. Yet he couldn’t shake the thought that he’d missed an opportunity. She clearly knew what she was doing despite her age, and she really was quite attractive. Even the little glances he had seen were more than enough to easily put him on edge.

Late at night on a shift he’d find himself thinking about the feel of her on his lap. The curvature of her ass that she’d so deliberately cradled his hardening shaft in. Sure he hadn’t actually seen it, but the heat from her! It was memorable. He found himself growing aroused just recalling it. The blatant possibilities with her sitting there, the looks she’d given him, it all seemed to point to one place. Yet he hadn’t taken it then. Recalling it had made him hard all over again.

He glanced around. It was pitch black, no moon in the sky. He couldn’t see anything, so, he assumed, nobody could see him either. He slid a hand down his shorts and fondled himself. It wasn’t the first time he’d masturbated at work, the nights could be long and lonely, but it was the first time anybody had seen him. 

The vixen’s eyes were locked on the wolf’s throbbing cock. It was long and delightfully thick. She watched intently as he wrapped his paw around it and jerked it roughly. Her own hand slid into her pajamas and rubbed the cleft between her legs. She wanted to interrupt him, she wanted to slide her mouth or legs around his hard member, but she couldn’t be sure how he’d react to being interrupted. 

Delicate moans escaped from her throat, he might have heard her if he wasn’t so preoccupied. She waited for him to finish, messaging herself all the while. She wouldn’t be able to completely quench her own fire, she rarely could on her own, but she was confidant she could get some help soon enough. When his hand gripped tightly around his manhood and his hips jerked she bit her lip and watched intently as thick white ropes of his seed shot out and wet the fur of his belly. She sucked her own juices off her fingers and wished it was his instead. 

He was still resting from his activities, still dirty and rapidly shrinking in his hand, when she loudly approached. She intentionally stomped her feet so he’d hear her and gave him time to cover himself so he’d think she hadn’t known what he was doing. He couldn’t be sure about it of course, and he would wonder, but then, that was the point. He saw it was her when she got close enough, she was still surprised at how much better foxes could see at night than wolves, and she waved and called his name. She wasted no time sitting down in his lap. She imagined that they were both naked and she could feel the wetness directly against her fur without their clothes getting in the way.

Paul was glad she hadn’t come any sooner than she did. If he was lucky, she hadn’t seen anything at all. He had heard her from pretty far off and covered himself quickly. It felt a little dirty having her on his lap at the moment, but given what he’d been thinking about he didn’t really mind. She leaned up to him and gave him another kiss on the cheek like she’d given him last time they’d met. “Couldn’t sleep again I take it?” He asked her.

“Nope, it was just too hard for me to sleep so I thought I’d go on another walk.” She rubbed his chest with her hands and let them trail down to his stomach where she knew the mess was. His shirt clung to his fur there somewhat and she felt the heat rise between her legs. “I thought you might like to take a walk with me. I had fun talking to you last time.” His eyes went wide when she touched his belly but she gave no sign she’d notice anything was amiss and hopped off his lap to let him stand up.

Paul grabbed his flashlight and radio, just in case, and nodded. He kept thinking about how soft her hands were. “Sure, I need to walk around from time to time anyway. We can do that.” Patrolling was normal security guard stuff but Paul wasn’t really thinking about that at the moment. Robin was again letting her tail flag while she walked a few steps ahead of him. Her pajama bottoms weren’t tight, but the cloth was thin and left little to the imagination all the same. Her ass bobbed invitingly with every step.

They talked and bantered as they made their way around camp. Paul talked about whatever he had been reading or whether or not he had seen anything cool happen late at night, Robin just told stories about her friends at school or camp. Much of her stories were just boring teen drama crap but she seemed to realize it and laughed about it with Paul. He was surprised just how much he enjoyed talking to her. He’d often forget about fantasizing about her entirely and just chat with the lovely young vixen girl. She was surprised that she would’ve been able to admit much the same.

Paul made sure to take an extra wide loop around the camp, further than he’d normally walk, just to spend more time with her. He felt kind of weird spending time with somebody so much younger than him but she seemed to enjoy it as well. No reason to feel weird at all if both of us are having fun, he thought. 

Eventually they found their way back to the soccer field between the boy’s and girl’s cabins. It felt a short trip but by the ache in Paul’s feet it had probably taken the better part of an hour. He sunk into his chair with genuine relief and the cute fox fell right on top of him. “My feet kinda hurt,” she said. He looked down and only then remembered that the girl liked to walk around bare foot at night. If his own feet were sore hers were surely worse. 

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry I forgot. I shouldn’t have made us walk that far.”

The fox mocked falling off his lap, landing on her back in the cool grass dramatically. “That’s right! It’s all your fault, really. I think you should make it up to me.” Paul only raised an eyebrow at her in askance. “You should have to rub my feet to make them feel better!” She lifted a leg and stuffed a paw towards him. 

Paul rolled his eyes, but he took her foot paw in his hand anyhow. Her pajama bottoms slid down her leg to her knees and Paul ran his other hand across her calf. It was soft but still pretty toned, she wasn’t kidding about walking around most nights. He swallowed his pride and started to rub her foot, his eyes stayed locked on her slender calf and the bunched fabric of her pajamas where it pooled between her legs. 

“Yeah, that’s good. But it’s hard to hold my leg up like this, you should sit on the ground with me.”

He’d gone this far already and he did owe her at least something if she had actually hurt her feet. He pushed the chair away from him and sat on the ground in the dark. One dainty fox foot held in his hands, the other lying comfortably in the grass, her legs spread. The thin fabric of her pajamas outlined a tight cleft between her legs. Paul blushed when he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He started to avert his eyes but Robin wasn’t looking his way so instead he openly stared, idly rubbing the foot in his hands, no longer really paying attention to it. 

She shifted positions and brought her legs together, hiding what had been nearly exposed previously. “I have a confession to make,” she whispered.

Paul was massaging her calf more than her foot at this point. His fingers pinched and squeezed at her soft leg. Absentmindedly he ran one hand further up, caressing her thigh. “What’s that?”

“I was thinking about you last night, in my bed, while I was doing naughty things. Please don’t be mad.” She looked at him slyly through heavily lidded eyes and enjoyed the surprise on his face.

“Oh, um. You shouldn’t do that.” The hand on her leg moved inward, feeling the nubile softness of her inner thigh. Robin let loose the tiniest moan and allowed her legs to slide apart. The smallest dab of wetness stained her pajamas between her thighs. Paul’s eyes were trapped by that spot and he brought his other hand up to rub both her thighs. 

“I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes it just feels so good. You’re not mad though right?”

“No, I’m not mad. I think maybe, um, if you want, I could help you.” The temptation was too much for Paul. He knew what he was saying, and at the same time he shouldn’t, but how could he resist. The sheer fabric of her pajamas left little to the imagination, yet he yearned to see more all the same. 

Robin giggled. “What do you mean help?” She pretended to be ticklish as Paul’s hands roamed higher and pulled her legs up to her chest, rolling over to hide her face from view. Still playing the innocent in their game.

“I could help you do naughty things. Things that feel better than doing them by yourself. If you want.” He wanted nothing more than to reach out and tear the clothes of the fox, but even at times like this there were rules to follow.

“Oh, that sounds good.” The wolf’s hands reached forward but Robin pulled away. “I want to hear you say it first though.” Her voice, no longer innocent, was smooth like her thighs. She locked his eyes with hers and smiled, showing more than a few teeth.

“Uh, say what?”

“I want to hear you say, that you want to fuck me.” She smiled again and hooked a finger in her pajamas, pulling the waistline down slightly, revealing the white fur of her belly. Paul wondered how far down the white went before it met the red of her face and tail. “Tell me you want to fuck me Paul. I won’t tell anybody, but you have to tell me.” 

Paul moved forward, faster than she had anticipated, and crouched over the top of her. She could see a telltale bulge in the fabric between his legs, dangling over her. He leaned in close, his muzzle practically touching her pointed ears. “I want to fuck you.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck and she shivered. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” She gasped as his hands quickly moved toward her pajamas. She fought to get them off just as quickly, just to keep him from tearing them. She could practically feel his eyes on her, roaming from her belly and down to her young lips. The white fur made a V shape, coming to a point at her ass, right beneath her tail. He was still fully clothed and she would have felt it was unfair except she had already had the joy of seeing him earlier. 

Paul stared at his target. Her young body, still small and smooth, her lips stood out slightly from the tender fur surrounding her entrance. He lowered his head and pushed her legs apart with his arms, sticking his muzzle to her hole and breathing deeply. Her smell was intoxicating. He looked up along her body to see her pulling her shirt over her head, her small adolescent breasts now exposed to him as well. He waited until she had undressed completely and looked down to meet his eyes before he let his long agile tongue loll from his mouth and caress her folds. 

The taste was divine and she threw her head back. She was already wet, though he had known that from the glances show him before, but he knelt between her legs and gave worship all the same. He pulled her legs onto his shoulders, bringing her up to him and drove his tongue inside her. She let loose the cutest little gasps and moans as he worked. His tongue swirled inside her entrance, its long canine length being used to full effect. 

She was tight as could be, even on something as slim as his tongue he could feel her squeezing him pleasantly. She moaned again and he tasted her nectar, as she cummed directly into his mouth. Slightly sweet and sticky, he pulled his tongue from her, raking the flavor from her walls as he did. Trails of her cum trickled from the corners of his muzzle as she watched him explore between her legs. Her lips closed again quickly, cum leaking all around her hole, the young delicately yielding flesh holding its shape well.

At the tip of her entrance, delicately tucked between her tender folds, was a button Paul desperately needed to push. He used his fingers to pull her apart gently, exposing it to the cool night air. He watched her face as he touched it with his lips and her eyes widened. She may have had some experience here before but he was glad he had found something new for her regardless. He smiled at the thought and tenderly rolled her clit beneath his tongue. Robin leaned back and long rapturous moans erupted from her. 

It took only moments of dedicated attention to her most sensitive spot to produce another shuddering twitch of the young girl’s body. The fur on Paul’s chin was soaked as she thrusted forward and ground her entrance against his face. He smiled and set the girl back down, taking her legs off his shoulders and letting her settle back into the grass. She stared silently at the night sky while Paul shed his clothes between her legs, throwing them in an untidy pile nearby. 

The sight of his cock, standing erect and aching for its own attention brought her back down to earth. She had wanted to taste him, but even if she hadn’t it seemed he was going to give her no option. He grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her up, placing himself before her. He smiled down at her as she looked up at him and placed her lips around his red wolf member. 

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a boy’s cock in her mouth, but it was the first time she’d had a man’s cock. It’s not that he was any bigger than the others, though he was, it was how much more forceful he was that surprised her. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked at him, but rather than letting her go at her own pace he put two powerful hands on either side of her head, and forced himself into her. If she had gagged or choked she knew he would’ve stopped, but she refused to let herself do either. 

He was big, and the smell of him as he pushed his crotch into her muzzle was almost more than she could handle. She wrapped her delicate tongue around him and held him tightly in her lips as he pumped his hips back and forth. When he pushed himself nearly to the back of her throat and tensed she thought for sure she would be able to taste him then and she braced herself to swallow, but he pulled himself free of her instead. He looked down at his now lubricated length, “Hmmm, good job, nice and wet now.” She felt herself pleased at the praise and somewhat surprised at how pleased she felt.

She lay back down, small perky breasts pointing up towards the sky, while he positioned himself between her legs. Paul could see her sex, aching, quivering to be entered. Her young form beneath him he held himself steady and pressed against her. “Here it comes,” he warned her, she only moaned and pressed her own hips forward, trying to pull him in. The pointed tip slid in easily, piercing her lips and pushing them aside as the rest of his girth pushed slowly, unerringly, forward.

She gasped as she slid around the thickest part of his shaft, before it tapered down to his knot. He pressed the knot against her, probing, wondering if it could possibly fit. She moaned heavily and grabbed his hips, trying to pull him forward. He laughed lightly and allowed her to grope his ass for a moment while she adjusted to him. Of course a fellow canine wanted to be knotted. How her little body managed to take him he wasn’t sure, but she did with ease. 

He bucked his hips against her, thrusting lightly to start, watching her lips spread and milk his length. Her mouth formed words that he could barely hear over the sounds they made where they were joined together. Only one in five words reached his ears and most of those a breathy beg for more.

He picked up speed, pounding into the little fox. Her hips pressed back against his, trying to drive him deeper into her despite how much of her he was already using. He reached forwards with his hands to grope at her nubile breasts, her nipples rolling between his fingers. Her hands came up to his and grasped them, pulling them to her, her head thrown back in ecstasy. 

He could feel himself approaching his end, her walls effectively squeezing every inch of him. A little fun in the middle of the night was one thing, but he figured somebody would notice a swelling belly. He thrust wildly into her until he could almost feel himself push over the peak. With a gentle sucking pop he slipped free of her warm embrace and he vigorously pumped himself in his hand, leaning over the top of her. Her eyes popped open when she felt him leave her depths and she looked up just in time to see the first, and mightiest, rope of his essence arc out and land on her face. 

She fought to catch it in her mouth and partly succeeded as the rest made mess of her cheek. Repeatedly he marked her, each spurt lesser than the first. White sticky tracks lay across her tits and belly, he admired his job well done. She was his, at least for now. 

Dreams of property were dashed as quickly as they came however, the poor vixen hadn’t reached her own goal yet and commanded the help of the wolf. He had no qualms at all and in moments her legs were back on his shoulders and his lips locked around her tender button. She threw back her head and bucked her hips against his chin, feeling the pressure built. When she finished he was marked in much the same way she was, his face covered in her little girl cum.

The both lay in the grass spent. It was getting late and if that session didn’t help Robin get to sleep then nothing would. Little Paul was already eager to go cave diving again but there would be other days for that. As Paul walked her back to her cabin, hand slid inside her pajamas cupping her bare ass, he asked her if she was on the pill. She nodded and winked at him and he just smiled back.