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Little Too Rough

“So where exactly are you taking me?” Ember asked. The fox was keeping in step with her partner Raekal as he guided her through the winding trails of the park north of town. He had promised her that he was taking her somewhere special but hadn't elaborated on what that meant aside from keeping it a secret from her. She often protested his secrecy but loved the surprise most times.

Raekal was doing his best to remain silent because he didn't actually have an answer for her. “You'll see when we get there.” He assured her. “Just be patient and I'm sure you'll love it.” In truth, he wasn't entirely sure where they'd end up because the surprise was the journey as much as it was the destination and as far as he was concerned they could arrive at any moment.

Ember didn't seem convinced and was pretty perceptive when he was being cheeky. “Are you sure about that? Or are you just planning on taking me deep into the forest, far away from everyone else just so you can take advantage of me?” She turned and leaned into him, walking her fingers up his chest while the bell that hung from her collar pressed between them. “Because I wouldn't like that.”

He couldn't help but roll his eyes to hear her generic protests. He knew better than to take what she said at face value. He held both of her paws in his and pressed his snout up against hers to boop it. “Don't you worry, I won't do something you wouldn't like. Just be patient, I think we're nearly there.”

“Nearly?” She scoffed. “You don't even know for sure? That's encouraging.” She turned and raised her snout, acting like a snob as she walked away, deliberately swaying her hips and swishing her tail as she put some distance between herself and her mate. She was about to say something snarky when she caught a whiff of something that smelled off. Unsettling. She sniffed the air again to see if she could pick up a trail but found nothing.

“Whatcha got there?” Raekal joked as though he was speaking to a dog. “Go on, get it!”

She turned and growled at him. “Come on, you know I hate it when you do that.” She warned as her ears flattened to the back of her skull and her eyes narrowed.

“Do you, though?” He continued to prod. “Because I think you kinda like it. If you hated it, you wouldn't be here with me right now in the middle of nowhere.”

Ember just sighed and shook her head at him before turning back to face the source of the scent. The two of them were on a paved trail with a bench nearby, but all along one side of the trail was a line of trees and bushes at the edge of the forest. The other side of the trail with the park bench was an open meadow with a few trash cans for people to deposit their garbage. This seemed like a nice place, quite nondescript, but that scent was unnerving so she couldn't ignore it.

Raekal sidled up behind her, his tone suddenly far more serious. “Alright, now I'm genuinely curious. What is it you're smelling? I can't see beyond the first layer of bushes and trees so I might as well be blind here.” This wasn't true, but it added to the tension and distracted her long enough to not notice the black and white fur that slunk through the underbrush.

She did, however, catch the rustling of the leaves and immediately went into defense mode with her back hunched and ears down. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't enough to prepare her for the feral beast that burst out from between the trees and landed between her and Raekal, snarling and snapping at the both of them to force them apart.

Her instinct was to growl back and make loud noises but it quickly became evident she was no match for this aggressive beast. The only solace she took was that this beast was a wolf – a fellow canine – so she hoped maybe she had the means to distract him and let Raekal take it out for her. She was in heat, so maybe that would be enough!

Knowing this, she got down onto one knee, one hand, and one foot while staring the beast in his intense, amber eyes while swishing her tail back and forth to spread her scent. “Raekal, when he leaps at me, take him out, okay?”

He nodded as he got down into a semi-crouched state, ready to pounce. “I've got you.”

The wolf growled at her, his body pressed low to the ground and fur bristling as he prepared to pounce. He snapped at the air, clawed at the dirt, and circled around her while also keeping an eye on Raekal just in case. He looked like he was prepared to pounce, so Ember prepared herself.

She shot a look of trust over to Raekal, showing she was happy to play as bait to the wolf while he grabbed it, but was heartbroken when he simply grinned, shrugged, and backed away towards the park bench behind him. Her heart sank, and this was just enough of a distraction to draw her attention from the wolf's imminent attack.

He leapt at her, fangs bared and front paws outstretched to tackle and pin her to the ground in one fluid motion! She flailed and tried to kick him away and off her only to be completely overpowered by the wolf's weight and strength followed by the ripping and tearing of his teeth rendering her clothes into a heap of shredded rags around them. Her eyes were wide and her heart was racing, intensifying further as the wolf grabbed her pants by the waistband and tossed her near the treeline beside a bush!

Once again, the wolf leapt at her and pinned her down as he tore her pants right off her, halting his assault on her garment for a second at a time to snarl and snap at her every time she tried to gain leverage and push him off. He even pounced and bit her on the neck to get her to stop struggling!

This was about the point where Ember started to realize – even in the panicked state she was in – that this was all part of Raekal's plan. Not only had her mate chosen to not interfere with the attacking wolf, but the canine assailant had her by the neck and chose not to end her! He was clearly stronger than she was, so strong in fact that she stood no chance against him in the slightest, and yet he wasn't actually harming her; it was only her clothes that seemed to be the target of this wolf's attack.

Such a realization went a long way towards keeping her from panicking but did little to assuage her heightened state. Though it quickly became clear this wolf had no intention of preying upon her in the traditional sense, he was still preying upon her in an unconventional manner and there was nothing she could do about it short of screaming her safe word to Raekal.

In truth, she didn't really want to use her safe word. She was quite eager to see where this went.

Out of the corner of her eye and past the gnashing fangs of the wolf that was rendering the last of her clothes from her body, she caught a glimpse of Raekal sitting contentedly off to the side on the bench, ankle on knee and arms spread over the backrest. Internally, she made a note to find a way to get back at him for this once they got home.

With the terror of the wolf's attack waning, Ember was able to calm herself enough to toss the last of her pants off to the side, leaving her completely nude for the beast's pleasure.

In response to this, the wolf snapped at her again and bit down on her arm to tug her to one side and then the other in between bouts of sniffing her midsection and even nibbling on her inner thighs as she flailed and faked trying to kick him away. She was still somewhat terrified by this but turned on in equal measure since she could feel the beast's hot breath on her nethers every time he snapped and bit her inner thigh. The situation was definitely dangerous but she was growing increasingly wet and plump because of it, unable to control herself.

And of course this meant that, over the course of about a minute of gnashing and snapping at her, the wolf eventually migrated down her torso and found himself fixated on her loins. He sniffed her plump lips, then offered light nibbles and licks in between his beastly huffs. While there, he caught the tiny bell that pierced her clitoral hood and gave it a tug, making her squeak in a combination of delight and distress while closing her legs on either side of his head and pushing him away.

As expected, this only made the wolf even more aggressive; the more she pushed and tried to block him, the more firm he grew in forcing her legs apart and nuzzling her across the grass while licking and nibbling her from knees to loins up and down her inner thighs.

Finally, after a couple minutes of sensual mauling, the wolf calmed down a bit and started idly licking her between the legs, his soft tongue tugging on her plump lips and his lips occasionally catching on her bell piercing. The heat of his breath kept her moist and such her natural arousal kept his interest so that even as she pressed both of her hands against his head he kept going, licking and pressing into her with enough force to make her scoot across the ground.

She found herself at odds with both sides of her mind wanting different things. Her instincts told her to escape, to play it safe, and to speak her safe word, but her adventurous side demanded she submit herself to the wolf and give him her virginity. Well, not virginity in the strictest sense; she had been mated before but she had an unnatural healing ability that restored her purity every time she lost it to a partner, healing her in the process. It was both a blessing and a curse because it meant she was always tight for her partner but also very sensitive and prone to having her cherry popped every time.

The more rational part of her knew that being taken by a beast as big as this wolf would be painful, and while she secretly loved it she wasn't sure if she was prepared for it this time.

However, she didn't really have much of a say in the matter. When she tried to push the wolf away and get up, he pushed her back down with his head and pinned her in place with his paw while still eagerly lapping at her folds and tugging her lips and clitoral piercing. The chime of the bell was lost to his maw and her whimper, so she barely heard when he let it go before standing tall over her.

From that vantage point beneath him, she noticed that his cock was fully erect and half exposed; his sheath struggled to barely contain his half-formed knot that made a distinct bulge in his flesh. She wanted to feel it, to cradle and caress it, to wrap her hands around it, but stopped short of reaching out when the wolf growled at her and snapped so close to her snout that she couldn't help but whimper and fall onto her back with her paws folded on her chest.

This may have been a bit too much for her to handle and she might have gotten in over her head. At least, that's what she was consciously thinking; her subconscious craved that cock. All she could do was imagine that knot swelling inside her and wrecking her in ways she hadn't felt in weeks.

She didn't have much time to struggle with the halves of her psyche for long. After a few particularly aggressive bites to her inner thighs and passionate licks to her plump lips, the wolf stood over her entirely with his cock hovering near her loins, the tip drooling bits of precum onto her lower belly and groin.

Almost instinctively, she collected some of the silken slime that emerged from his tip and used it to finger herself, further lubricating her walls and cookie beyond even what her depths had given her. Then, right as she was about to reach up and cradle the underside of his thick, red shaft, he pinned her to the ground with his paw and teeth before arching his back and stabbing her under the tail.

Perhaps it was just her instincts taking over – the half of her that felt submissive to the beast and eager to mate – but she found herself rolling in place so that her chest was on the ground and her tail was hoisted up underneath him. As soon as he noticed this, he bit down on her neck to hold her in place but that just triggered an even more pronounced flagging of her tail and arching of her back to better expose herself to him. In addition to this, her folds loosened a bit, parting as her loins clenched and tugged her cookie up closer to her rump to better give access.

The beastly wolf wasted no time before leaping forward and stabbing her with his cock. His massive shaft poked her rump and pucker and caught on her clit once before finally finding its mark in the middle of her triangular lips, slamming his hips to hers and burying all of his shaft aside from his knot in one swift movement!

Ember was not ready for this and immediately cried out in toe-curling, tear-jerking pain. She tried to crawl out from under the beastly feral only to feel Raekal binding up her hind paws in leathers. In an attempt to squirm away, she leapt forth from under the wolf to get away from his penetrating cock only to have Raekal slap some more leathers around her arms, binding her up and keeping her in place on her knees and shoulders with arms strapped behind her.

She glanced back with tears in her eyes and a blush upon her cheek. She was in pain, her loins felt like they had been abused, but she liked it. She and Raekal knew not to put a muzzle on her because that might keep her from speaking their safe word; she needed to always have the freedom to do so if she felt the need. Ember did not feel the need, all she felt was the burn of her pussy throbbing in the wake of the wolf's cock being yanked from her depths.

It hurt so good; she couldn't help but whimper and cry to herself, but that burning tingle between her legs was exactly the sort of thing she secretly craved. That was exactly why she stopped struggling long before the beast leapt upon her once more.

This time, he had very little work to do in order to find his target. The wolf wrapped his front paws around her waist and bit down on her neck, growling into her ear as he started bucking wildly. His cock tip stabbed her pussy and he immediately gave it his all to plunge the rest into her in a single, violent thrust followed by a series of deep, shallow thrusts that pumped his knot in and out just beyond her lips as it began to swell.

Fortunately for Ember, her body had adapted just enough after his initial penetration that the swelling of his knot – as gargantuan as it was compared to her virginal canal – didn't hurt. It was cumbersome and the bigger it got the more persistently it felt like it could tear out of her at any moment but it was just the right mix of physically hot and arousing at the same time, rendering her a sloppy, tear-soaked mess while he growled in her ear.

She caught a glimpse past the wolf's chin to see Raekal once again sitting on the park bench, leg crossed as he grinned and stared intently back at her. It was incredibly hot to be objectified like that, as if she were masturbation material for him. She'd have preferred him to join in, but the wolf's knot was still expanding inside her to lock the two together for the long haul.

Of course, she didn't have much time to contemplate fantasies or imagine alternative ways things could have ended because the moment the feral beast's knot stopped swelling, he leapt off her and tried to pull away only to have his rock-solid cock tug her flesh but fail to burst out of her, which meant that as his tip pumped shot after shot of his seed into her it only filled her pussy and didn't go anywhere.

This was exactly the sensation of being bred that she wanted. Her only real concern was that she couldn't reach down between her legs to satisfy her clit as the knot pressed against her most sensitive spots. The fulfilling nature of the wolf's knot tugging on her virgin lips from within left her rendered in a state of perpetual bliss, eyes watery and blurred to match the scrambled nature of her mind.

Her walls twitched in delight, squeezing and tugging back against his knot as her entire body quivered and shuddered against his heat. The two of them were rump to rump with her vulva struggling to keep his knot from bursting out of her while Raekal watched. Ember may have been in a state of bliss, but her afternoon had only just begun and the three of them had at least an hour together before the knot subsided and the beast of a wolf could return to the woods.

In a bit of a twist, about ten minutes after Ember and the wolf had tied together, Raekal went over and started petting him, calling him 'Sanfrit' and thanking him for a good job. This made it clear that the whole ambush was planned and that the wolf wasn't as feral as he acted, he was just being a little too rough for most.

Just the right amount of rough for Ember.