Written by Rumble, edited by kemosabe


    	Rick looked out into the night unsettled, watching the stars as he thought about his life.  He worked as a bouncer at a nightclub and made good enough money for an easy living.  Normally on his night off he was balls deep in his favorite human girl at the pleasure house or out with friends, but not tonight.  He wasn’t satisfied with his whore or any of the females around the city.  He wanted something else, what that was he didn’t know, but something was pulling him from his routine.  

    	Then he heard them: the wildlings.  Where he was by breed a rottweiler, a domestic, the wildlings were the wild animals that roamed the forests and hills just miles from the city, and a few hundred yards out from his cabin.  He heard a wildlings’ cry and another’s howl.  He often wondered what kind of life they had.  They were unlike him and his friends who enjoyed the wonders of technology, like electricity and automobiles.  The wildlings kept to the old ways, often refusing to wear clothing, relying only on their fur to keep them covered and warm.  It also made them especially easy to spot on the rare occasions when they entered the city for whatever reason.  The domestics kept to their cities and the wildlings kept to their forests.  It was an unspoken law between the two worlds, and both were fairly happy with it.  It never kept Rick and his friends from going into the forests every once in awhile,or some young wildlings from the wonders of the city life, but both sides always are in a group.  

    	Except tonight, Rick walked into the woods alone.  He felt something calling to him, a smell, a sound, a weight in the air that was different than before.  it was an odd feeling inside him pulling into the woods, he couldn't have fought even if he wanted to, but he didn't fight it, no he let it take him further into the forest and it’s alluring call. He moved quietly through the forest following the howls and cries of the wildlings, and soon he could smell the distinct scent of sex.  

	As he neared a river-bend a scene unfolded in front of him through the thick foliage.  A male wolf pounded a considerably large member into a yowling coyote who was on her hands and knees over a fallen tree trunk.  The wolf howled as he kept thrusting into her, panting in glee looking up at the sky; the coyote grunting into the grass below as he took her.  

    	Rick watched them as his own member grew in his pants, throbbing, wanting its own turn at the coyote.  He stayed there and watched as the wolf pulled completely free and sprayed his cum all over his lover’s back, the fresh seed steaming in the cool night air.  The two wildlings nuzzled each other and shared a deep loving kiss.  Rick moved on not wanting them to smell his arousal and attack him.  It was mating season and Wildlings were very aggressive during this time of year, often the stretch of death plagued the forest for weeks after the mating season had ended. Rick made his way deeper into the woods and after only a few yards he could make out the sounds of other couples in the wild mating.  

	He sighed and turned to go back home, knowing he was risking his life being out here, when a new scent caught his attention: the scent of blood.  He quickly followed it curiously when he almost stumbled over a young female coyote.  She was on her side, cut and bloody on the side of her belly, with her eyes shut.Rick watched as she struggled to breath, as if it pained her to do so. if left alone she would die tonight....

    	Rick looked around and back down at the girl licking his lips and smiling an evil, predatory smile before picking her up and cradling her to his chest.  Quickly he walked home hoping that by not running he wouldn’t draw any attention to himself.  The girl slept the whole way.  Rick kept a close eye on her, a need to claim her burning in him every moment, a need that he’d never felt before.  

    	Why now?  Not only, that, but Why her?  Why a wildling?  He didn’t understand, himself, but he knew something had called to him from the woods and now he had his prize. he’s thoughts buzzed around inside his head as he entered his home. Laying her down on his bed he began to lick her wounds clean, thinking to himself.. it doesn't matter now...she’s mine...

    	AfterStorm awoke groggily to someone licking her wounds.  Where did these wounds come from?  Oh yeah there was a rival during the mating season, a shewolf... the wolf had won and left AfterStorm to die in the woods.  She didn’t know who or why or where or how, only that she was alive somehow.  She slowly opened one eye and looked around without  moving an inch. She saw a large dark head at her left side licking. A rottweiler, a city dog, meaning a domestic. And he took her from the woods while she was unconscious from her wounds.  She was shocked at the idea that someone and more so that it was a  dom had taken her. She looked around with her open eye hoping he didn't notice it open and assumed that this was his home. It reeked of him and others of his kind. she didn't like the thought of being in the city, a place she never wanted to see or wander into. What unnerved her more was the smell of the rot’s  arousal and a heat pressed against her inner thigh. Slowly she felt him grind against her thigh, the heat on his breath as he licked her tender flesh.  He was planning on taking her, something she couldn’t allow to happen. She would have to think fast. 

	What could she do?  Here he was on top of her, clearing pinning her down so if she awoke he would be able to maintain her, then in her weakened state she didn't have much fight in her now.  Even if she could somehow overpower him, which was highly doubtful, then what?  Limp, hop, and hope to make it back home before he came after her? or someone else?  No.  She had to be smart about this.  He didn't know she was awake, how could he?  He was too busy with her wounds and his own thoughts to do so.  Maybe he’ll sleep soon and she then could try to make her escape.  

    	No sooner she thought that did she notice that hot tongue of his had moved downward, slowly making its way toward her sweet spot.  She stopped a growl from escaping her lips, wanting to bash his head in, though due to her weakened state it wouldn’t have done any good. Besides she didn't want him to know she was awake yet, stilling hoping that he would get bored when she didn't respond and go to bed soon.  AfterStorm hadn’t realized that her mind had wandered until she felt the large, wet, cold nose pressed against her pussy.  

    	Rick had felt her body stiffen the moment she had awoken.  He waited to see what her reaction would be to finding herself in his home, so he had continued to clean her wounds.  When she continued to “sleep” he knew she was plotting a way to escape from him.  He wasn’t going to let her, so he moved his tongue downward to the sweet-smelling mound between her legs.  He smiled hungrily to himself taking a deep breath of her, pressing his nose into her mound.  She smelled like the mountain after a heavy rain, sweet and clean.  He wondered if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. he had to know, had to have her taste on his tongue. Unable to hold himself back any longer he held onto her hips to pin her down and started deep, long strokes into her pussy, savoring every one.  He heard her moan, grabbing at the back of  his head trying to pull him away but he didn’t budge.  Her taste flooded his mouth like a wash after a summer rain, but sweeter.  He began lapping at her not wanting to stop until he had drowned himself in her. Her moaning began to fill the air, her claws digging into his scalp trying to pull him away. He didn't care, he liked it.

    	AfterStorm panted, moaned, and kept a tight hold on the back of his head, trying with all her might to pull him away. his tongue continued to lick her deep and started to make her tremble as the heat started to consume her. The heat soon was spreading fast, covering her whole body, making her so hot she felt like she was burning up, but it felt soo good.  She wanted to stop but the more he ate at her the more she wanted him to go on. all too soon she began to pull him into her instead of pushing him away, wanting him deeper, hitting in those needy spots she had hope would be taken care of tonight. His big rough hands began to grope and squeeze her ass and hips, rubbing her inner thighs as he licked her deeper her.  AfterStorm wiggled and moaned at the intense pleasure making her stomach tremble and quiver. Soon she was lost, she mind was fogged and nothing else mattered anymore  to her, only the pleasure as it began to build up inside her. Her feet kicked and toes curled, as she used both hands to push him into her.  She still wiggled every now and again trying to escape, one part of her brain hadn’t completely melted in the heat or been fogged over.  But it didn’t matter, he held her tightly not even thinking of letting go as his tongue reached deep bringing her over the edge.  She howled as she exploded on his face.

    	The sudden, ear-piercing howl should have broken Rick’s eardrums, but it only added to his desire.  He had just made a wildling howl while she came, gushing into his mouth.  He lapped up her juices till there was no more. He pulled back kneeling over her, watched her.  The skin under her light fur was red and she was panting. One paw was clutching the bed and had ripped the sheets deeply while the other was dug into his shoulder.  He didn’t feel the pain, the only thing he felt just the need to have this wildling.  He leaned down and licked her neck which was covered in her sweat sweet and salty. He grinned as she looked up at him glaring, she let a soft growl at him. He licked her neck rougher and looked down at her again.  She had not stop glaring at him, her eyes were yellow the were lighter inside and darker like gold around them. She was still panting. He growled back at her and her eyes widened a little and soon a moan escaped her lips as Rick rubbed his hard thick member over her dripping wet area, still overly sensitive.  He leaned in and kissed her rough, hard, and needy for her.

	Moans and groans filled the air, Rick couldn’t tell who’s and he didn’t care as he battled his wildling at a duel of tongues. She tasted so good. She was pure and fresher than anything he ever tasted, something he carved for so long. 

    	His hands gripped hers and pinned them above her head, kissing her tasting her deeply.  He wanted her to remember him always, but also he wanted to remember her if she ever left him.  The thought dampened his mood a bit but he didn’t lessen the kiss, or slow  his grind against her wonderfully wet pussy. wet cause of him. It soaked the length making it grind easily against her, and soon he found himself growing hotter again.  He had to be inside her now he thought, but he didn’t want to let go of her hands, he wanted to keep her held down. He didn't want to risk letting her go, and her escaping. He continued the kiss, moving his hips looking for the entrance to her pussy.  He growled into her mouth and she shivered again.  He let go of one of her hands to grip her face, moving her so he could kiss her deeper.  He felt her hand go down his chest and belly and his eyes widened as she held his member and aimed it to her hole. He pulled back slightly and grinned at her, and she smiled back.  

    	AfterStorm moaned and kissed the stranger back.  They were from different worlds and breeds but she couldn’t help how suddenly attracted she was to him.  When he looked her in the eyes, she could see his burning with desire and pure lust for her alone, she forgot everything and did not care. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Common sense spoke to her for a moment and she growled at him. She had meant it to be a loud warning growl, but it came out to be a soft, wanting growl. He had smiled and growled back at her which she didn’t expect, then she felt his hard, very thick member against her.  Compared to the males she had been with before, he was by far the largest. She expected him to pull back and slam in wildly like the others had, but she never expected him to kiss her so loving like he needed her.  When he did she opened her mouth and let him in.  Kissing him back she could taste herself on his tongue and lips, and it only seemed to fuel to her desire. Then she felt his tip beginning to poke at her, searching for her hole. 

	AfterStorm looked up at him and smiled back as she leaned up and kissed him deeply, rolling their tongues together as he slammed into her.  She let out a cry of pleasure as he continued to slam into her, taking her, his heavy large balls slapping into her over and over and his thick shaft piercing her deeply.  Inside she felt his sharp tip poke against her cervix.  His hand reached down pulling her into his lap as he pulled her closer, snarling happily with their noses touching, their panting breaths mingling with each other’s.  She grabbed ahold of his shoulder to steady herself, unable to do anything but stare into his eyes which bored into hers. His navy blue eyes to her yellow.  Soon she felt his knot swelling as it tried to push itself into her, spreading her already abused lips wider, his tip piercing her cervix a little deeper with each thrust.  She felt herself about to cum as she lifted her head up and gave a howl when the knot pushed inside her and she exploded.  

    	Rick came a large load inside her womb, his tip fully piercing her cervix as he knotted her.  She came too, at the same time he did.  It satisfied him knowing that her belly was filled with his hot cum. Distantly he could already hear the pitter patter of little feet running around inside his home and he felt warm inside. The thought struck him, he had never wanted pups, even boasted to his friends that he would never have pups, and he wondered what had changed so suddenly. He panted hard and opened his eyes to look on his mate, growing with pride as she laid there panting hard and swearing, her eyes closed to sleep.  He smiled and rolled them onto their sides, holding her close, still inside her as sleep began to pull him under, a good, happy, satisfied sleep. His eyes closed as his arms wrapped around her, wondering what her name was, who she was, and what would happen tomorrow.  He grinned at the thought of playing some naughty games he knew that involved handcuffs and paddles.  He let sleep take him into a dream of her and his game.  

	AfterStorm awoke again in an unfamiliar place.  No... she thought, The same room as last time. She felt sore and something oozing from between her legs. And she felt something else, an arm over her, and a firm chest under her head with a loud, strong beating heart.  Slowly she sat up and looked down at the rottie as his cum dripped from her. Suddenly she remembered what had happened. She had let a domestic mate with her. How could she?  She looked down at the rottie and wondered why had he taken her from the woods?  Why hadn’t he just let her be?  Then she started to wonder who he was?  what his name was and if they could somehow carve a life out together.  Looking around, she saw pictures of a lot of people and the city life.  His friends and family. She shook her head.  They wouldn’t accept her among them, and she doubted he would give his life, home, friends and family up to be shamed by his peers to go live with her. while her kind would wonder what happened and how it came to be she was with a dom most wouldn't judge her too strongly. but he wouldn't give his life as she would not give up her’s.  What was she to do?  Sighing, she got up.  

	Rick awoke cold. He opened his eyes and felt the empty spot beside him and knew she had left. Suddenly he felt a powerful sadness. Sitting on the edge of his bed he sighed thinking how he didn’t even know her name. Or where to find her. He knew his chances of finding her out in the wild was almost impossible.  Wildlings like to change their homes a lot throughout the year. Chances were she was only here for the mating season. She could have been from anywhere in the country. Looking around him wondering where she went, who she was, and if there was a chance of ever seeing her again, his heart felt heavy. He laid back down and didn’t want to get back up. He wanted to stay in bed and breath in her scent and remember her forever. Her and their night together. How they had made love together, how she felt right, and how he was finally satisfied for the first time in his life. He laid there, his hard member pulsing with every memory. He sighed, knowing whatever he did now would never compare. 

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