A Canine's Conquest

When Nata and Korval had first met, she earned more than just the hunter's interest. Frostmaw, the mighty wolf who traveled at his side, had incurred great injuries in her defense but it was nothing that her healing powers couldn't reverse. In that moment she had also won the wolf's affection; normally cold and aggressive, he bounded playfully about her like a sweet puppy. It wasn't long after this occasion that Korval first bedded her, and while the two of them quickly became an item he did neglect to mention something about his trusted companion. Any time he had laid with one of his conquests, he tended to let Frostmaw have a go at them as well, and though they never mated in earshot of the wolf, there was no doubt he could catch the scent of sex lingering on Korval and Nata.

On one day when Nata grew bold in Korval's absence, Frostmaw caught the scent of her pleasure on the air, familiar to him now from the times his master had taken her. He prowled towards her with great, intense desire, catching her in the middle of her afterglow, eyes fluttering hazily and hips wriggling with bliss. Seeing her this way, with her scent so strong in the air, gave the proud wolf all the encouragement he needed to nudge her insistently. Dopey with the high of her climax, Nata only realized her friend's presence when she felt his big, cold nose pressing hard against her and, weak with the shaking of her body, fell over easily before his advances. Unable to conceive that the wolf could desire her in such a way, nevertheless she panicked at being found like this, so vulnerable and exposed, and clumsily tried to stand, only to fall down on all fours.

With her in position, Frostmaw quickly pounced at the opportunity to claim her, and wasted no time in mounting her. Nata yelped when she felt his weight pressing down on her, his sharp claws hooked around her hips while his own pumped frantically, seeking out his target. The young shaman raised her protests but to no avail, her voice seized in a loud, lewd cry as the wolf's thick red cock suddenly sank deep into her velvet vice. Her loins still sensitive from her own ministrations, she found herself overwhelmed by Frostmaw's ferocious, bestial rhythm, the pleasure of that big breeding tool stuffing her quickly drowning out any rational thought in her mind. She was panting hard before long, not unlike the way he was, her body trembling anew with intense passion. Completely lost in the moment, Nata uttered tired, incoherent little animal sounds as the wolf pounded her, mating her as thoroughly as he was capable, in ways Korval could not.

And when that knot pushed through, stretching her svelt little cunny wide around its girth, her mind went completely blank as she came harder than she ever had...