A lil sketch for my lovely
LordOfTheTroglodytes

The lovely Annabelle belongs to her, while Alistair belongs to me

Story:

Their clothes were discarded by the front door, the two lovers barely having made it into the house before going at it. Claw marks and the furniture disturbed from their typical spots in the living room created a clear path left behind by the rabbit and shepherd as they had maddeningly passionate sex.

The squeaks and squeals of the rabbit started reaching a feverish pitch as the two reached their crescendo, the beautiful rabbit trapped ass up beneath her dog. His hands were locked at her hips, dragging her back into each rapid thrust as he rammed his knot into her sensitive flower. Her fingers left raking trails in the carpet as she clawed at the ground, desperate to hold onto anything as she hit peak after peak.

Her lovers clawed paws clutched at her hip as his feet stamped impatiently at the ground, clawing at the carpet as they tried to find every bit of purchase that they could manage. His knot wedged aggressively against her entrance with each thrust, trying to fit inside her. His muzzle was pulled back into a snarl as his body tensed up, riding the edge with his wife.

The plop of his knot entering her caused a brief moment of silence, both of them gasping out as their bodies became locked together in the typical canine fashion. He didn't stop, however, his body shaking uncontrollably as his knot further swelled inside his love. The grinding motions finally shattered the brief silence as it made both fall over the edge of the abyss, her pleasure scream being matched by his euphoric howl. His release sapped his strength as his body tensed and then relaxed, his seed unloading inside his wife's unprotected womb, her heat ensuring that she'd be filled with his child. He slumped forward, a hand propping itself against the wall to keep him from collapsing on top of his mate.

The rabbit thrashed beneath him, desperate for every drop. She wanted his puppy. She used every last moment of will to grind and squeeze on his knot, instinctively knowing how to pleasure her husband just right, clenching down on his knot to ensure that he'd remain locked inside her for at least twenty minutes. She pushed her hips back, relishing the feeling of his nutsack twitching against her, each throbbing twitch accompanying a spurt of seed inside her. As her husband collapsed against the wall above her, she rolled her hips to keep tugging on his knot, making sure that both of them kept riding the lightning while he made her a mother.