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Lydia was weak in the most delicious way she'd ever known.

Her body wasn't the type to betray her so easily. In her own realm, she kept a lid on her reactions and emotions. She was downright proud of the fact that she had full control over her existence.

She'd never imagined that a man would come along and throw a wrench into the engine of self-control that was her being, but to his credit, Aaron was no ordinary man.

"If that's what it takes...t-to keep you from destroying the village..."

She was panting feverishly, but to her credit, she was keeping the roleplay in the back of her mind alive, as if she thought he needed it to stay aroused in the situation; her dedication to it was impressive, but in Aaron's mind, he thought her behavior bordered on a fetish.

Given the way her inner muscles clenched and gripped around his cock only moments earlier, he wasn't going to protest her fantasy.

"You keep saying that like you really think anything you do will stop me," he played right along, getting to tap into the darkness in his own soul, believing he might be the villain if such a scenario came to fruition. "The best you can do right now is to try and wear me out, but I'm not sure that you're up to the task."

After their first romp, Lydia was still sweating, her body trembling in place and struggling to support the wolf that had taken her. The weight of her orgasm was such that she didn't _need_a second round by any measure, but if he was willing to give into her whims once more, she'd never turn down the opportunity.

Knowing that she might never get the chance to commit such a forbidden act ever again, she was all too glad to pluck a second fruit from the tree.

"I've heard that _dogs_like you are only good for quick, short bursts...it's likely you can't keep up with a girl like me," Lydia made it clear that she wasn't afraid to go outside the realm of her fantasy. The element of danger was still very much alive: she only knew that Aaron was a werewolf, and had no idea what his greater intentions might have been.

He could still eat her when all was said and done, but the constant, imminent threat of the beast behind her was more of a turn-on than she ever could have imagined.

"You're just trying to egg me on, little girl. You really think I can't see through it?"

Lydia gulped.

"Like all the little bitches that I pluck from villages...you try to lure me in, thinking how hot it would be to get taken by such a dangerous beast, but once you've had a taste, you're addicted to it. You'd sell out every damned person in your pitiful little village if it meant I'd simply graze you with my cock again!"

Even though she was the one that started the fantasy roleplay between them, Aaron was the one taking it to new heights, along with Lydia's arousal. She was still quivering away on the last waves of her first climax, but a new, fresh tremble came along at his words, her body simply demanding to be penetrated a second time.

It was rare that she found a partner who could keep up with such demands, but she both worried and prayed that a third time might be necessary.

"But if I let you f-fuck my tailhole...you...you won't do it, right?"

She was acting the part of a pathetic, defeated kitten perfectly, and her hips couldn't help swaying in a slow, playful roll as she felt the plug moving around inside of her ass.

She was hardly inexperienced, but feeling the tip of his canine length against the base of her plug left her fearing the worst.

"I already told you to cut the act," Aaron demanded of her, a rumble growing in the base of his throat as new, fresh precum began beading up on the tip of his cock. "I'm not gonna do anything to you until you admit that you want me to bury my cock in your sweet, tight little ass..."

Lydia was used to being spanked, beaten and lightly abused when she acted out of line. Those were some of her favorite things, but none of them felt like the real torture they were meant to emulate.

Being denied was she so desperately wanted was an assault on her mentality, and immediately, she pushed back with her hips and pressed the smooth, full curve of her rump right up to the underside of his shaft.

" Please fuck my ass, you d-dirty, naughty wolf! I know you've got plenty of seed left in there...pump it all in my tailhole; I'm begging you!"

She was completely unprepared for someone with Aaron's level of experience in waging mental and sexual warfare. She broke down so easily that he was almost disappointed, but he wasn't about to complain about achieving such easy spoils, either.

A harsh grip and a firm tug easily removed the tail plug from her asshole. It gaped just enough from the toy being in place all day that Aaron's tip fit right into place and fulfilled the need of a physical presence, but he didn't stop with just resting his gun in the holster.

Swift and merciless, a jabbing thrust bucked Lydia forward and left the bed to creak beneath her shifting body. She tried to cry out, but a paw wrapped around the back of her neck and squeezed, pressing at the sides of her throat and reminding her of the very real danger that was involved in the decision she'd made.

Can't tell if I'm gonna pass out, or squirt all over his balls, Lydia's thoughts were every bit as hazy as they were lustful. Either way, I fucking love it!

"You really are a proper slut," Aaron groaned in faux disappointment. "To think that you're enjoying being fucked up the ass by a big, dirty wolf...what would the other little kittens say? What would they think of you?"

There was no such thing as too much of a good thing for Lydia. The way Aaron kept their fake storyline alive only drove her pleasure onward, leaving her enjoyment of their romp bordering on hedonistic...he could do no wrong, so long as he was doing it to her.

Silently, she hoped that he would squeeze even tighter on her neck, or shift his paw to the underside of her throat so her breath would be properly cut off. She wondered where the true depths of his depravity hid, thinking that she was only scratching the surface of what he was capable of.

She was right about that, but the hours to follow would reveal whether she'd be happy with that fact.

"Who cares what they think?" she managed to ask without a moan breaking her words apart; she didn't think she'd be able to manage that trick again. "They don't know w-what they're missing!"

Aaron snickered. "I'd be more than happy to go into your village and show them."

A possessing clench gripped around the tip of his cock as it continued boring deeper into her asshole, his body still riding out the first thrust and drawing out the process to tease her.

She couldn't properly voice it as she whimpered into the sheets, but her gripping muscles revealed how possessive she could be, even if she was the submissive party.

"That's all you've got?" Aaron taunted her and gripped her hips with his free paw, his claws digging in so deep that she couldn't help shrieking in mingled shock and pain. "You whimper and cry like a little bitch, and then you think you can keep me all to yourself with a pitiful squeeze...such a selfish little slut."

What would normally be a mere sheen of arousal on Lydia's folds was a consistent drip of arousal, easing down into the covers with a blend of the cum that had been left in her sex by their first round. Once his knot pulled free, she couldn't hope to contain the volume of his seed, but feeling it pour back out of her passage and down over her thighs was a heavenly treat.

She couldn't wait to feel the sensation renewed when he finally pumped another load into her backside, but his pace was painfully slow for a canine.

He was making her eat her taunting words, but he couldn't make her suffer for it, no matter how he tried.

"I can't help being possessive. Felines are very protective of..._nnf..._of their l-lovers," Lydia struggled through her words as each one of them dripped with greater and greater lust. She looked up at the canine with a hint of curiosity behind all her sexual fervor, wondering when he might finally take the training wheels off and rut her backside the same way that he did her womanhood, but the slow, building thrust was a delightful way to get things started.

She was torn between wanting him to ravage her a second time, and wanting to know if he was capable of passion equal to his intensity.

"Lovers? That's not what we are," he shot down the idea and snickered as his paw finally shifted right over her throat. She was completely exposed to him, but he still went for her neck of all places and applied just enough pressure to see the panic in her eyes once more.

Lydia couldn't know how much of his actions were part of a roleplay and how much were just the nature of his being. That genuine sense of mystery was amplifying her pleasure as Aaron finally buried the whole length of his canine member inside of her ass, a side effect of leaning in so close to control her breath.

She could _just_manage enough air to stay conscious, and the lightheaded elation she felt as her tailhole was utterly stretched to the limit was even greater than her first orgasm ever dared to be.

"You're a slutty little kitten who wandered too far away from home," Aaron explained it to her as his hips rolled back, drawing his length out slowly. Just before the tip came free, he bucked forward again fiercely and pounded her insides, his grip growing tighter right at the point that his member bottomed out in her asshole. "And I'm a wolf who is in desperate need of a bitch to fuck...but you'll do."

Yes...degrade me...choke me, fuck me, give me everything you've got!

There was something utterly liberating about knowing that she wasn't with a human partner. Crossing that line of taboo was one thing in itself, but the greater freedom of knowing that she didn't have to push him to such acts like she would a typical, human male meant that she could simply relax and enjoy herself, knowing that he would cross every societal boundary en route to giving her the fuck of a lifetime.

That knowledge was perhaps a greater pleasure than any other she'd felt that evening.

"C...Can't t-take it..." she managed to choke out her words as spittle ran down from the corner of her lips and stained her cheek. There was just enough air coming through when his grip went loose for her to stay safely conscious, but the headrush that came with each squeeze and thrust was worth the sense of panic that was growing in her mind.

Her concerns were ignored as Aaron began pumping his hips more rapidly, feeling her inner muscles adjust to the presence of his impressive member. "You should have thought of that before you literally begged me to fuck your ass," he put the whole of the onus on her, even when he forced her to make the statement. "You're just going to have to hold on and enjoy it until I'm done with you!"

To some, it would have been a fearful proposition and a terrifying statement.

To Lydia, it was a promise of earthly delights that no one else would ever be able to offer her again.