Richard wanted to keep his fingertips from trembling: he was gazing down at them with such an intense stare that one might believe he could will them into holding steady alongside the glass, but thus far, the little bit of brown liquor in the bottom continued to ripple, just enough that anyone seated around him would have noticed something was off.

That, of course, would have been an easy thing to notice, if not for the fact that he was at such a crowded hotel bar, but his choice of watering hole was no mistake.

“One or two more of these and I might finally be able to relax,” Richard whispered to himself, knowing that those words wouldn’t divulge any proper information to curious, nearby ears.

In his line of work, someone was always listening.

“Wish I actually had the time to sit back and enjoy them proper, but…down the hatch, I suppose.”

It was a healthy glug of whisky, and a thick ulp that followed the effort of swallowing it down; a pleasant, creeping burn in the back of his neck and a warmth in his stomach saw his digits relaxing around the glass as he set it back down.

His nervous nature, no matter how obvious it was to the naked eye, wasn’t an undeserved tick.

“Barkeep? Think I can get one more?”

Crowded as the lobby was, the majority of the people staying there were preoccupied with other members of their conference; Richard hadn’t taken the time to find out what the occasion was, nor did he care to get to know anyone around him, but he was more than happy to get to know the bottom of his glass again, if he had the chance.

It seemed that the bartender was too preoccupied to answer him, until the vacant stool to his left was taken…and the forward leaning woman, her breasts pushed up in an obvious and intentional lift, managed to capture his attention.

“Two more, actually,” she murmured, disappointed that she needed to use her body to help other people get proper service. “And put them on my tab.”

“Oh, y-you don’t have to-

“I insist,” she whispered over to him, a palm flying up to cover the side of her muzzle. “This guy has been putting you at the back of the line all night…just consider it my treat, okay?”

Richard didn’t think he’d been so sloppy as to let someone get their eyes on him for any extended period of time, but the woman sitting next to him hardly looked the part of a real threat; if looks could kill, she would have been lethal, but the tight, sheer grip of a black cocktail dress against her body didn’t leave any room for weapons to be concealed.

For the course of another drink, at least, Richard could trust her…and as glad as he was to finally have company again, he was truly delighted to be able to call his new drinking buddy a proper beauty.

“If…h-heh. If you insist, I guess my hands are tied,” Richard answered. He gave the unique woman a quick once over, trying to determine not just who she was, but what: her black fur was typical of plenty of different animals, but the rings of brilliant turquoise that wrapped around her arms and matched the sensual preview of her underbelly were enough to throw him for a loop. “It’s a genuine pleasure, Miss…?”

“Nisha,” she replied in a word, capturing the delicate frame of a glass in her palm; the bartender was suddenly capable of incredible service, thanks to her presence. “And your hands aren’t tied yet: I don’t think they have that particular drink on the menu, though…”

Richard was glad that he hesitated to take the first sip from his refreshed glass: he could imagine how poorly it would have presented if he spit the contents back at the bartender.

“You, uh…y-you’re just being playful, right?” he asked, collecting himself and taking a deep breath before he swallowed down another sip. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but that’s one hell of a come-on to start with.”

“I’ve never been the type to mince words or waste time,” the woman admitted. “Didn’t feel right to start something with you if I wasn’t gonna put it all on the table.”

“But were you being coy, or is that actually something you’re into? I’d be shocked if you were that forward.”

“The element of surprise is both underrated and overlooked these days,” Nisha admitted. “So much so, in fact, that people can’t tell what I’m into, even when I tell them outright…”

It all should have seemed a little too perfect to Richard, and perhaps, if he hadn’t already gone through to the middle of his next drink, he would have considered that fact.

If he was going to take his chance with a beautiful stranger, however, he wasn’t going to let doubts get in the way of the process.

“Fortune favors the bold, I suppose,” Elmer replied. “If you’re willing to be that bold in the first place, the least I can do is show you how much I favor you.”

Nisha giggled, and thus far, Elmer couldn’t read her well enough to know if she was just leading him on with the flirtatious gesture, or if she was genuinely appreciative of his one-liner.

“Believe me, if you decide to have that special drink…off the menu…you’re gonna be doing a lot more than showing me your favor,” Nisha declared. “If you don’t think you’re up for that, enjoy your free drink and have a good night.”

“And if I feel like I’m up for a lot more than that?”

“Then I’ll be sure to pour you a double, stranger.”

**

Most drinks weren’t so messy that they required a shower, but Nisha absolutely insisted that they grab one together, and as tense as Elmer was when he stepped away from the bar, he couldn’t think of anything much better than letting some warm, steamy water pour over the back of his neck, hoping it might wash away some of that stress and strain.

As easily as the shower would have done exactly that, Nisha’s presence was keeping certain parts of his body from relaxing, and there was no ignoring the fact that jumping right into the shower was skipping a few of the steps he was used to, when it came to laying with someone for the first time.

“I’ve gotta admit, I admire your restraint…”

The small, skimpy dress of black and the matching leggings that had decorated her bodice were left on the floor, next to the pile of clothes that Elmer once called his own.

Stripped down and standing so close to a naked woman was already difficult for the red wolf, but on the night of the full moon, he had to give himself a little extra credit: breeding was at the forefront of his every thought, and to have Nisha standing before him in the constant rush of the showerhead was nothing short of nature casting a spotlight on her and telling him to do what came instinctively.

The only reason he hadn’t, to that point, was because of what a long night they’d have ahead of them if he decided to make that move; she deserved to know what she was getting herself into.

“Takes one hell of a man to have a woman strip herself in front of him and keep his paws to himself the whole time,” Nisha carried on, fine with bearing the weight of the conversation. “I can’t imagine what kind of man you really are, standing this close to me without just pinning me against the wall…you’re not even hard yet.”

If he was bold enough to reach out and feel her figure with even a single digit, Elmer wasn’t sure Nisha would be able to make that claim any longer.

He was delighted with the thrill of the chase, but all the while, he still thought he was the one on the prowl…and where Nisha didn’t underestimate him for even an instant, Elmer was finally starting to do exactly that, to her.

“Not hard, but…if you can’t tell that I’m enjoying the show-

“I certainly can,” Nisha cut him off, suddenly concerned with controlling the conversation…as though she were protective over where it would be allowed to go. “You’re not stiff as a board, but there’s a little something extra, isn’t there?”

Stepping just out from under the veil of the water and offering Elmer a hint of that warm, pleasant moisture, Nisha’s paw was still radiating steam as it reached out and captured his hanging member in a greeting that was every bit as forward as her original pick-up line.

Where so many people were nothing but talk when it came to the bedroom, Nisha was proving herself a woman of her word, and when Elmer didn’t back away, she tightened her grip around his shaft, loving the feel of that first throb it gave in her grip.

“Just a little bit extra,” Elmer agreed, but a single stroke toward the tip of his canine flesh was enough to pull some of that vitality with it: Nisha was too skilled for his body to resist, and she was all too happy to make it clear that she could bring him to a full erection whenever she felt like it. “Gonna be a lot more than that if you k-keep playing with it, though…”

“Nothing quite as convenient as a toy that only comes out to play when you want to, is there?” she asked, giggling at her own joke; she didn’t wait for Elmer’s approval to keep working further, or to laugh at her humor. “This is one hell of a toy, though…can’t even imagine how this monster is gonna feel inside me when it’s good and ready…or how these will feel when they’re slapping into me…”

Elmer wasn’t sure if Nisha was going to approve of the impressive size of his balls until she cupped one of them, and much to her delight, she was able to fill her palm by holding just one of the orbs…and a squeeze that started as playful and satisfying for Elmer was quickly becoming a little too much attention.

“O-oh…you really, really like to get in there and explore, d-don’t you?” he asked, stammering when her grip around his sack became just tight enough to blend the lines between pleasure and pain.

With her palm stroking at his shaft and working more and more vitality into his cock, Nisha was doing a brilliant job at showing the red wolf that she could provide him with untold pleasures if he played his cards right…but all the while, she kept him mindful of what an awful turn the night could take, if he wasn’t careful.

“Believe me, Elmer…this isn’t even a sample of what I’m capable of.”

Nisha was casting out a line, and she knew it, but as she felt more and more of the canine’s semi-erect flesh filling her grip, she knew she already had him on the hook, even if it was going to take him a moment to admit the same was true.

“Dare I ask what I’m in for if I go for something more than a sample?”

“Only if you’re sure you can handle it.”

This time, it was Elmer who was snickering, but even when his eyes locked with Nisha’s, he felt like she remained in control, undeterred by the sincerity in his gaze.

“You know, you’re the one trying to bed a wolf on the night of the full moon…you sure you can handle it, Nisha?”

“Dry me off,” she replied, more of a command in her voice than a request. “And I’ll show you just how qualified I am to take care of a wolf any night of the week.”

**

It seemed an odd thing to Elmer, that Nisha would slide the tight embrace of her thong back into place after grabbing a shower, but she wasn’t worried about explaining the confidence that having that slim, silky bit of fabric against her womanhood imparted.

She didn’t think there was time to waste on the finer points of that act, when there was so much of the red wolf to be conquered…when there was so much of a mission still to be completed.

“You just keep staring at it…you disappointed that you’ve gotta do a little more work to see my pussy, again?”

Being able to see the tight, slick petals of the feline unimpeded was a treat: Elmer didn’t have any problem admitting that, but if Nisha truly was interested in having her way with him for the rest of the evening, her actions didn’t indicate that.

He was thinking only of the nuts and bolts of penetration, however…whereas Nisha had a much longer play in mind, and bedding the beast was only a part of the whole.

It might yet prove to be the most enjoyable part of the evening, but she wasn’t getting ahead of herself to start, and certainly not when she could see a spot of drool at the edge of Elmer’s lips.

“I’m not sure that disappointed is the right word, honestly,” Elmer replied.

From the flat of the bed, he thought he was relaxing, but Elmer was only being given the shortest of breathers before he was put back to task.

Nisha had no shortage of tasks for him to undertake, but seeing that bit of eager drool at his jowl, she knew exactly where she was going to start.

“Then I don’t suppose you’d be upset if I asked you to come a little closer and put those lips to better use than small talk?”

Elmer gulped; he and Nisha were still new enough that she could catch him off guard or surprise him without giving it too much effort, but even if he’d known her for the better part of a year, she would have been keeping him on edge with her flirtatious tactics.

Stepping to the edge of the bed with a saunter was such a simple thing, but Elmer’s gaze was still glued to the collective treat of her hips popping with each step, and the warm, damp spot gathering at the crotch of her thong.

That messy fabric was gripping her petals and shifting with each step she took, and when she finally stopped at the edge of the bed, she hooked a thumb into her waistline…but she stopped at snapping the elastic back on herself.

“Go on, Elmer. You wanna see it that badly, again? Take ‘em off.”

His paws were first to reach out and come to rest on her thighs, but immediately, Nisha let out a melodramatic huff and grabbed him by the wrists.

“I said I wanted you to use your lips…these don’t look like lips to me, big guy.”

She could have strapped him in right then, if she wanted to: Nisha planned everything out in advance, and having the chance to tie up such a stud was the kind of opportunity she gladly would have paid for…but as fate would have it, her pockets were the ones being lined for what was going to follow.

Her role needed to be played with a certain punch, and she was throwing haymakers all the way through the evening; getting Elmer to lean over the edge of the bed and put his fangs to better use was just another in a long line of knockout blows.

“I can’t promise they’ll stay in one piece if I do it that way, but…you’re the boss, apparently,” he warned her and teased her in a single statement, and with the next fell swoop, he pressed the end of his muzzle into the warmth of her pubic mound, right against the dark, silky fabric of her thong. “That is, if you wanna be…I’m not really tied down to any particular roles.”

Not yet, anyway, Nisha thought. But I’m definitely looking forward to that…

“I don’t mind bossing you around if that’s what it takes for you to get the point,” Nisha replied, her lips curling with a grin…but cracks were showing in that devious expression when the warmth of Elmer’s breath eased through the thin cover of her panties. “Seems like you’re d-doing just fine without me pushing you, but if you want a push…”

His fangs nipped at the edge of her thong, tracing the cut with the edge of a tooth and following it until he could feel the tender, billowy flesh of her womanhood through the lacy texture. “I’m not gonna complain if you give one,” he answered; he was finally starting to let himself go, eager to get into the proper mood.

If he was going to make the mistake of mating with someone on the night of the full moon, he figured it would be best to go ahead with it, full bore, instead of second guessing himself the whole way through.

Nisha could feel that change in his demeanor almost immediately, and her body was the first benefactor: sharp and dangerous as they were, Elmer was brilliantly skilled with his fangs, able to pinch the crotch of Nisha’s panties in his lips without causing any discomfort to her mound…

…But the intensity of his bite still managed to pierce a genuine hole in the fabric, tearing it slightly as he pulled the tiny bit of cover away from warm, glistening petals.

“Wasn’t sure I could push you…s-since you’re so fucking eager,” Nisha pointed out, but there was frustration in her voice as she noticed his fang pricking through her favorite pair of underwear. “But when you give me an excuse like that…”

Elmer blinked, unsure what she meant until he was forced to adjust his lips before he could properly answer to her.

“…Guess I got a little car-

“A lot carried away, Elmer,” she replied, stealing his words and silencing his voice with a defiant interjection. “But I can always buy another pair of panties…I might not get another chance to put you in your place.”

Having accepted what the night was sure to bring, Elmer wasn’t quite the pushover that he’d been at the start, but he wasn’t able to respond in time, before the feline reached down and wrapped her paw around his muzzle.

He was just about to open his maw to reply when that quick, defiant gesture left him with a lump of words in his throat and a furrowed, worrisome brow.

“Trust me…I love the attention, but you can lay there and stare at my tits some other time,” Nisha continued. “You’ve got something far more important to finish right now, big guy…”

Elmer thought for sure that she was going to push the slick, tender warmth of her petals against his lips, but that was the point he’d remember as when the feline went completely off script: turning around, lifting her tail and pulling up on her thong, even just slightly, was the last thing Elmer would have expected of her.

“Try again…and this time? Don’t put another hole in my fucking panties…barely anything to them to begin with.”

Using his fangs to pull down her panties was such a turn-on that Elmer couldn’t help how much vitality was already rushing into his length, but he was trying to keep his focus on the task at hand: arousing as it was, keeping the tip of a sharp, deadly fang from piercing through such thin, delicate fabric was easier said than done.

Having to blend his sexual energy with such a gentle touch was a difficult trick, but the rewards were as quick as they were plentiful: tugging once again and using only the lightest touch with his fangs to get the job done, Elmer caught an immediate, overwhelming rush of Nisha’s delicious scent…

…A treat though it might have been, Elmer could already feel his lips sealing tighter around his tiny, narrow mouthful, spurred on by the heat of her arousing bouquet.

“Careful…you’re trembling.”

Elmer hardly thought it fair to blame him for having such a strong reaction: getting to stare under the base of her long, lifted tail and admire the tight, pink flesh of her pucker and the gathering moisture on her warm, tender sex was such a treat that there was one tremor he literally couldn’t help.

His cock was throbbing with anticipation of what Nisha might do when he finally stripped her the rest of the way, but the quivering in his lips came from the nerves of what else she might do…if there was another hole in her thong when it finally landed on the floor.

“Sorry about the mess…makes it a little harder to take them off, doesn’t it?” Nisha asked. She had no intention of making things easier on Elmer to begin with, but she didn’t realize just how soaking wet she’d become until the crotch of her thong snapped away from her entrance with a final, eager tug from Elmer.

The underwear hung over the lower set of his incisors, and Nisha, in contrasting grace, stepped out of the dangling garment with a sultry grin on her lips.

“Not bad…I had no idea you could be so dedicated,” she whispered, but she didn’t move far from the step: she was all too happy to reach back and spread the cheeks of her rump for the resting canine, tugging the warmth of her asshole further apart and leaving the opening of her tight, slick womanhood to drip before him. “That kind of diligence should be rewarded, don’t you think…?”

She expected him to lunge forth and slather both openings with the flat of his warm, drooling tongue; she had to bite back her disappointment when he found a final rung on the ladder of resistance.

“In case it wasn’t clear, that was a suggestion,” she murmured, snickering at his hesitance. “I’m not trying to trick you, Elmer.”

That time, even when she knew he’d be reaching out and grabbing her by the front of her hips, Nisha couldn’t contain a gasp, and after the flat of his tongue slipped over the delicious curve of her labia, a low, eager groan followed, melting away from her lips and dripping over Elmer’s sensitive ears like a warm, thin trail of poured honey.

“But.”

Her paws came down and rested upon his digits, her palms curling around the knuckles of his closed fists to remind him, even in that subtle, silent way that she was in control.

“If you’re gonna go in for a taste, you damn well better make it worth my while, Elmer…if I think for even an instant you’re holding back, you might not live to regret it…”

She was playing a brilliant game with his mind, the threat of a punishment for his failures ever present; she was going to get the most out of the canine while she had him around, no matter what it took.

Of course, Elmer didn’t see Nisha as the threat that she was; he hadn’t looked past the woman that she was on the surface, and didn’t think of her words as anything more than playful bluster…even the way that she called out to him didn’t inspire concern…it was confidence that came on the other side of her warning, as though he believed she was referring to something else.

To her credit, Nisha was the kind of woman who said what she meant, and in a moment, she’d have Elmer right where she wanted him.

He never would have guessed that her words should have been taken at face value.

“If you can’t tell that I’m enjoying myself…then…”

Elmer’s words pushed up into Nisha’s womanhood, the pleasant vibration of his voice rattling against the petals of her sex and leaving an extra tingle at the tip of his tongue. That eager, plentiful length of canine muscle was pushing further and further into Nisha’s tender passage, until he could feel her muscles clenching back against the pliable flesh and molding it to her needs.

What she truly needed was something more than a tongue: delightful as it was to feel that flexible muscle being worked and molded by her impressive, inner grip, she needed something that would be able to stand up to her wiles…to push back and leave her inner workings helpless to clench down any tighter.

“You sure seem to be the kind of man that enjoys his work…b-but…you’ve done more than enough,” Nisha whispered, keeping a fingertip at her lips. Her fangs, ever present in their danger, finally nipped at the edge of her own flesh as she stifled her enjoyment: she couldn’t allow herself to get too far into the act until she was absolutely sure that her target was subdued. “Pretty sure you’re gonna need to t-take another shower if you get any deeper in there, big guy!”

Elmer didn’t mind the idea of getting back into the stall with Nisha, if that’s what she truly wanted.

He even anticipated the same would happen later, when they were all done making a proper mess of each other, but he didn’t mind wearing the unique, delicate bouquet of her arousal on his muzzle for the rest of the night: he loved having her scent fresh on his nostrils, and the inspiration of the full moon above was driving him up the wall…

…And pushing Nisha to take drastic measures, when she felt his powerful grip crushing at her sides.

“Make a proper mess of me,” Elmer growled low, his claws pressing at Nisha’s tender flesh in deep, eager pinpricks. “And you and I can celebrate the start of something new in the shower, instead…”

She’d gotten carried away with her capture again; Nisha always told herself that she’d break that old habit eventually, but every time she was tasked with hunting down such a handsome looking specimen, she allowed herself to take things a little too far.

Sensing just how sincere the canine was about taking her down and asserting himself over her, Nisha was well aware that the games had to come to an abrupt end if she was going to keep control…but the fun, as far as she was concerned, was just getting started.

“I’d rather keep the party right where it is,” Nisha suggested. “No point in getting a hotel room if you aren’t going to take advantage of a king-sized bed that you don’t have to make, with sheets you don’t have to wash-

“After you make a terrible mess of them?” Elmer cut her off, but he could see that she was delighted…perhaps a little too delighted…with his suggestion.

“Exactly that,” she finished her thought. “Don’t wanna make it easier on housekeeping by just washing it all down the drain, do we?”

“I wouldn’t complain about it, but if you wanna roll around in the mess for a little b-

“Oh, there won’t be any rolling,” Nisha stole the conversation back and held his words on the edge of her tongue, all while leaving a long, glistening trail of arousal to coat his own. “Just a little rocking back and forth…lots of bouncing…maybe a bigger mess than you’ve already made, if you’re lucky…”

Resting along the side of the bed, Elmer’s cock was already dripping like a faucet, but the incredible length was still just a bit short of a proper erection: Nisha couldn’t believe that he had such restraint about him, but she was having fun bringing the canine further and further out of his shell.

“Pretty sure I’m already lucky,” Elmer teased. Seeing her delicious holes moved just out of his reach, the red wolf pulled his tongue back to his lips, making a display of the way that he cleaned her juices from his own muzzle. “But if things are about to get even better…”

He left the ball in her court, at that.

“I can just about promise you that they are,” Nisha replied. “After all, you’ve been the one doing all the work and making me feel like a queen…it’s about time I reward my subject by making a proper throne out of him.”

Elmer wouldn’t have objected to anything, at that point: as long as the end goal of breeding an eager woman on the night of the full moon was achieved, he didn’t have a problem with the means.

His mind was still focused on the ends when Nisha climbed into the bed with him, dragging the messy pressure of her womanhood along his thigh and soaking his fur in the process.

“Lay back…arms above your head.”

“H-huh?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” Nisha’s voice was thick with frustration, and in the back of her feline throat, an aggressive purr reached the red wolf, forcing his ears to twitch with layered curiosity and concern. “Lay all the way back on the bed, and put your arms up…I didn’t say you could touch me yet, subject…”

It was a playful thing she was doing, as far as he could tell: Elmer didn’t expect Nisha to quite literally play the role of a queen, but she did so well enough that he was more than happy to play along and lift his arms up to the sides of his head, acting helpless in the process.

“How could I ever disobey an order from royalty?” he joked along, but there was genuine, frightening pressure on his wrists as Nisha pressed her open palms into the underside of his forearms, keeping them pinned at his ears. “Especially such stunning and glorious royalty a-as you…”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you out of a punishment, I’m afraid,” she replied, her tone as sharp as the fangs that she flashed. “I was starting to think you might finally be worthy of breeding me, but…it’ll just be more teasing for you, I’m afraid…”

Her tail was already coiling around the base of his length: the prehensile appendage squeezed painfully tight at his shaft, wrapping around it so tightly that it simulated the grip of an angry fist…

…But with nearly a full foot of length to contend with, her entire tail was kept busy, and a single clench forced a gush of precum to soak her fur.

“You were so close to finally getting what you wanted from me, and now…you’ve just gotta sit there and be patient until your queen decides you’ve proven your worth.”

Her backside was full and thick, pressing just at the edges of his shaft and giving him a preview of the warmth he might be privy to, if fortune smile on him properly.

“And just how would I g-go about doing that?” Elmer tried to speak confidently and clearly, but already, he could feel pleasure building in the base of his member, spurred on by the way her tail stroked and clenched at his flesh with such direct intent. “Just lay back and l-let you make an example of me…?”

He wanted to speak up and tell her that she was putting too much pressure on his wrists; that his fingertips were getting numb from how forcefully she was pinning him down.

Having his circulation cut off for a moment seemed a perfectly worthwhile price to have her rump wiggle that much closer to encompassing his shaft, but he didn’t realize how much information he was giving Nisha to work with…or how much further she was going to push his body, when she was ready to take that next step.

“Laying back and showing some obedience is a good start,” Nisha explained. “If I release your wrists, your paws had damn well better stay right where they are…”

She was demanding enough, just as a point of fact, that Elmer could feel himself being nudged toward a submissive path…but she was so much fun to sit under and appreciate that he didn’t have a problem with the way that she dictated the action and controlled the pace of her movements.

When her tail cleared the way and her backside finally hotdogged the flesh of his shaft proper, forcing her paws to come up and away from his wrists, she kept a deadly close eye on him, offering a sharp, narrowed glare that would have killed him in an instant, if looks were so capable.

“Is this good enough, my queen? Does this please you?”

His cock was absolutely throbbing by then, and feeling that pulse against the warm, slicked pucker of her tailhole, Nisha was worried that she might forget herself—and the mission—if she didn’t immediately turn things back on track.

She was allowed to have some fun with the act, of course, and pushing her palms against the underside of her breasts to lift them was just another way that she could tease the unlucky canine while giving herself an extra hint of pleasure…but she hadn’t anticipated just how delightful it would be to feel the slick, excess moisture of Elmer’s precum spilling over the base of her tail as she bucked and bounced in his lap.

Hotdogging his length wasn’t supposed to be such a lengthy stop on the way to the last little bit of fun that they were going to have, but once she felt the tip of his tapered, canine cock poking into the underside of her tail, she couldn’t help trapping his flesh right where it was and slapping her cheeks down around the base.

“It’s certainly a wonderful preview of w-what you’re capable of, but…I’m still not sure you’ve earned the right to my bodice, Elmer…”

She was still speaking in a manner of old-fashioned royalty, leaving Elmer wishing he could chuckle; for the accent she took up being a little silly, there was no joke in the intensity of her stare.

If he didn’t keep up with exactly what she asked of him, he could already imagine how sore his ass was going to be for it when all was said and done.

“If my queen doesn’t think she can trust me yet, I’d be willing to go a step further…”

Finally, her thinned, displeasured lips curled up into a tight, eager grin.

“There’s the loyalty I was hoping for,” she replied, her voice sizzling with delight. “I didn’t think you’d come around so readily, but if you’re sure that you want to show your queen that kind of loyalty…perhaps I’ll let you in on the royal secret, after all.”

Her juices were already dripping across his stomach, soaking his fur and leaving a damp enough spot that he was sure he’d be able to smell her delicious scent on his body for days after they were done, but he still wasn’t picking up on the proper danger that he was in…

…That he wasn’t supposed to be around, days after their rendezvous was complete.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Elmer offered, feeling greater desperation than he could convey while he was still playing into their roles. “Just to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock…t-to finally breed you…”

Nisha’s ears perked. “Breed me? You naughty dog…you really thought you were gonna get the chance to knock me up at the end of the night?”

There were condoms on the nightstand: Nisha had planned for every eventuality that evening, but given that little nugget of information, she decided against wearing one, having done her research about other kinds of safety…

…But if she was going to offer him one kindness in the face of the ultimate cruelty, it would be allowing him to live out one last fantasy.

“If you’re not feeling up to that-

“Oh, I definitely am, but…I’m having so much fun making you keep your hands at a distance that I think I’d like to take things one step further, if you’re up for it.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Too fucking bad.”

Elmer only put up a little resistance when he felt Nisha wrap both of her paws around his wrist: he thought it was all part of the fun and games that they’d been up to, until that point.

He’d only gotten a glimpse of just how kinky Nisha could be, until that point…and turning his head to see the cuff that his wrist was being guided toward, he was getting a glimpse much further than that, along with a grin that was starting to come undone at the seams.

“You, uh…y-you’re really gonna d-

“Damn right I am,” she cut him off, refusing to give the red wolf a chance to talk himself out what was happening. “You had your chance to put your hands all over my body, but I can’t have you touching me and getting me off before I’m ready to cum…and once you’re inside, I’ve got a feeling those paws are gonna go wherever they wanna go, if I don’t get ahead of them.”

The ka-click of a cuff sealing around his right wrist, one notch past what he considered comfortable, was laced with just the right amount of genuine fear to add a new layer of excitement to the act: Elmer still didn’t think there was anything unseemly about what Nisha was doing, and only when she lifted his left arm to the other cuff did he start to feel any genuine sense of concern.

Precum continued to ooze from the tip of his throbbing, productive cock, betraying any sense of fear that he felt…and as it worked back into the fur on her rump and soaked her body through, Nisha wore a grin all the while, her fangs pushed through and her eyes peering on Elmer with a sadistic weight.

“There…I know they might be a little snug, but better safe than sorry, right?” she theorized. “You’re awfully big, after all…last thing I wanna do is let you get out of control…”

With her paws free to roam again, she was quick to reach back and hold the base of his length, just above the wide, thick knot that she was hoping to feel…but she had no intention of completing a proper tie with him.

She just wanted to know the weight of it inside of her passage, just once…that would be enough for her to bring the evening to a satisfying close.

“Guess I can’t blame you for wanting to avoid any risky business,” Elmer confessed. “Things tend to get a little crazy when the full moon is out…”

“Oh, you can go as crazy as you want, down here,” she replied. She was holding his length hostage in her skillful digits, keeping it just at the edge of her dripping petals: those slick, tender labia were pushing back at his tapered tip, but each kiss was just another tease, promising that good things came to those who waited. “Why do you think I left your legs unchained? No way in hell I’m doing all the work…”

Elmer was delighted to have that chance: the smaller feline was in for a hell of a workout, but as much as she was looking forward to guiding the full length of the canine’s cock into her passage, her capture was eager at the chance to prove himself a loyal and worthy breeder.

He didn’t realize, even as the head of his member finally passed through Nisha’s welcoming petals, that he never had that chance in the first place.

“Such a nice, smooth fit…g-get the rest of that f-fucking cock in there,” Nisha whispered, sucking in a breath and finding the next one that much harder to take as she eased herself onto his length. “That’s it…t-that’s the way, Elmer! You wanna breed me, big boy? Now’s your chance…s-show me what you got!”

His footpaws planted flat against the edge of the bed, giving him the needed posture to prop his knees up and throw the bulk of his weight against her backside: as she took her time and lowered herself into his lap, he lifted the flesh of his cock and pumped his lap against her inner thighs, until he was stopping just short of the weight of his knot.

It was a shame that he couldn’t wrap his paws around the thick, supple weight of Nisha’s backside to give it a grope; she could think of nothing more satisfying than his full, capable paws giving her ass a squeeze and a smack at the peak of that thrust.

“Whatever my queen desires,” Elmer replied, his voice hurried and hushed, but it stopped well short of the stammering that she’d expected.

What finally brought that about again was the way that she narrowed her stare at him, hearing what should have been fitting, loving praise.

“Drop the fucking queen act, Elmer…s-shut up and fuck me, you big, brainless mutt…”

He gulped, but feeling how eagerly her inner muscles were already clenching and seizing up around his member, he couldn’t put the same kind of stock into her words that he did into her actions.

All the while, she’d been just a little degrading…a little excessive with her verbal aggressions.

Now that she finally had the full length of his cock buried in the soaking depths of her womanhood, she was showing an even darker side than that. For the first time all evening, the red wolf was starting to wonder what he’d gotten himself into, but he was drowning in such an ocean of depravity and pleasure that he couldn’t begin to look for a life raft.

He thought he’d be happy to drown that way, the same way that his manhood was sinking further and further into seemingly endless moisture.

“What’s it feel like I’m doing?” he was bold enough to ask, and at the end of his question, he punctuated his point with a deep, powerful thrust…but on the other end of her gasp, Nisha didn’t look as pleased as she sounded.

Her head tossed back, and when Elmer’s hips went still, she tossed her head forth, sending tresses of her hair into her vision and adding a different, sinister element of desperation to her gaze.

“Feels like you’re sitting there…getting comfortable…w-wasting my time when you should be making me cum…”

After being strapped in place and denied the chance to press the pads of his paws to the tender nub of her clit, or the eager, perky flesh of her nipples, Elmer had his work cut out for him…but he didn’t think it would be as simple as pushing up and thrusting into Nisha like a wild beast.

He wasn’t going to complain about such an easy and pleasurable fate; that was just what he would have wanted to do.

“So…fuck you harder, then? Duly noted.”

Grinning as wide as Nisha had before, Elmer began pumping from the hip, dipping his length just far enough from her passage that he could slam it back home, forcing the feline’s breasts to heave and her backside to jiggle, even when he couldn’t use his hands to his advantage.

Seeing how much fun Nisha was having on the other end of those thrusts, Elmer felt like he should have been given a renewed sense of confidence, but all the while, she was panting hard, blowing steamy breath into his face and staring him down with a vicious, narrowed gaze…

…He couldn’t help feeling that every thrust, harder and deeper than the one before, was building to something far greater than an orgasm…but whether it was better or worse, he couldn’t begin to guess.

“I know you’ve got more t-than this…k-keep going, you useless fucking mutt…d-deeper…I said deeper!” she groaned, her voice that much closer to a growl than anything Elmer had ever heard from a feline, before. “Yes…pound me…pound my fucking pussy…g-gimme everything you’ve got left!”

His full, hefty sack was pounding into the small of her rump, slapping up against her inner thighs and giving her an extra treat at the apex of every thrust…his length was absolutely throbbing within her gripping, eager walls as he pumped, and yet…she kept demanding more of him, until he couldn’t answer her with the same, smug attitude that he’d shown before.

He was panting rapidly, his lungs burning and his tongue dry with the effort of the act, but he was so riddled with pleasure that he wasn’t going to waste those last breaths with a meaningless complaint.

“I can feel it, b-big guy…you’re getting close already…g-gonna fill me up? Gonna blow that fucking load in me?” she asked, taunting his lack of endurance, even when she was on the cusp of her own climax. “Good…g-get it all in there…if you keep a single f-fucking drop from me, I swear…”

You swear what? Elmer wondered, but his voice remained at bay, kept there by the rapid, breakneck pace that the pair kept up with each other: he was sore just from pounding into her backside with such force, and for her part, Nisha’s breasts were tender from swaying with such full, heaving drops…but neither one was willing to slow down.

Elmer was beholden to the weight of his orgasm, as he felt the first, genuine pulse of his release shoot up through his shaft and bathe the inner walls of the needy feline, but Nisha was answering to a different call, even when her own, orgasmic flutter tickled the weight of his knot into her passage.

It was a brief moment that his thick, eager bulge filled her body, but that was more than enough for the massive cock to leave a flood of seed inside of her body…and as she eased back up, the excess was already spurting back out, soaking over his inner thighs and bathing his sack with a reflection of what he’d produced.

“Damn…I…I r-really must be…g-getting soft…”

Her words could have been confusing for any number of reasons, but Nisha stumbled off the end of Elmer’s cock, dropping her breasts right into his face and smothering him in the warm, comforting gap of her cleavage.

One breath of her scent was enough to soothe him, but feeling the weight of her paws at his neck thereafter, he couldn’t properly exhale the sample of her aroma…and his eyes, widening with a sudden realization, became bloodshot with panic.

His cock was still spraying up into the air, the errant strands of his cum landing on the curve of her ass and soaking her back in the process, but Elmer could hardly feel his own throbbing any longer: his windpipe was being held at such a point that the greater pleasure that came with a little bit of choking was already in the rearview.

Instead, he was getting lightheaded, so much so that he didn’t realize how much of his seed was already soaking the sheets…at least, not until Nisha gave him one last moment to suck in a deep, gasping breath.

His arms thrashed against the cuffs, his legs kicked and bucked at the edge of the bed, and all the while, Nisha was smiling a disturbingly warm, comforting smile; the gesture didn’t fade in the least when she brought the messy, cum soaked weight of her pubic mound to settle on Elmer’s muzzle.

Her thighs dropped on either side of his head, trapping it steady.

Their eyes locked: her own a pair of comfortable, satisfied orbs, providing a stark contrast to tiny dots of fear that looked back at them.

“I say this a lot, Elmer…but…with you, it really was nothing personal…I almost wish that it had been.”

Plenty of men had been told to jokingly suffocate, when a woman pressed the weight of their petals to an eager, willing tongue.

With her shoulders back, her paws on the bulk of his neck and her warm, well-fucked sex settled on his maw, Elmer couldn’t find the freedom to draw another breath…

…He was quite literally drowning in the majesty of her womanhood, his face serving as a proper throne for the victorious queen…and even when the nervous quivering of his lips came to a stop, her mound was still grinding on his face, smearing his own mess back into his fur…