FSE

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For anyone who read the first chapter and cares about *gasp* story, starting next chapter I'm going to be writing two versions of each naughty chapter: a clean version (clean being a completely relavent term, as the story will still contain sex), and a filthy, depraved, kinky version. This is to allow people, no matter how hardcore they like their sex, to enjoy the story in whatever manner they see fit.

Anyways, I forgot a disclaimer on Chapter 1, so I'll throw one on here. All characters are original and any character that resembles one owned by another author, artist, person, is strictly coincedental. If you have a problem with this resemblance, let me know and I will change the character accordingly. This story contains sex, so, don't read it if you're not allowed. Also. The formatting looks a lot better in Microsoft Word. Copy-paste is a bit clumsy when transferring here.

Together

The next couple days in the hospital went by as slowly as possible. Although he had the occasional visit from his employees, wishing him well in hopes of scoring promotion points, it was very quiet. He was wishing that Marrelle would come back, if only for a few minutes to visit with him. He was mildly amused, however, when he made front-page news with an article in the newspaper. Though he didn't bother reading the entire thing, it was always wonderful to see one's name in bold print.

Although he felt perfectly capable of walking, the doctors agreed he should be monitored for a couple more days before letting him get back to the casino and the world that he knew. And that time couldn't have passed fast enough. As soon as he was out of the hospital, in the back of his limo, he dialed the phone number that young, beautiful tigress had left for him. Butterflies were flying around his stomach at incredible paces as the phone rang once... twice... click.

"Hello?" Her soft, song-like voice came over the phone, making his ears perk up and his mouth curl into a teenager-esque smirk.

"Marrelle...? This is Saldore." He immediately regretted that. All the suave things he'd planned to say in the couple days in the hospital, and all he could manage was that? He nearly facepalmed.

Her purr was audible through the phone, much to his surprise. It seemed she was genuinely interested in him.

"Hi, Saldore. I was beginning to think you weren't gonna call..." She said with a sound of mock disappointment.

"Been locked in a hospital room for almost three days. Didn't have a chance. You should have visited me." He said with a chuckle. He didn't know why, but he was grinning like an idiot. Just speaking to her brought a smile to his lips.

"Mmm. Well, as excited as you got the first time you met me, I wanted to make sure your heart was okay before risking another visit." She retorted, voice extremely suggestive. Had she noticed his hard-on? He thought he'd hidden it well...

He was stunned temporarily, he couldn't think of anything to say for a brief moment. Finally, he blurted out. "So how about dinner tonight?"

Her end of the phone was quiet for a long moment before she finally replied. "I have to check on something first. Let me call you back in about five minutes?"

"Sounds good, sweetheart."

Those five minutes couldn't pass fast enough. He tip-tapped his foot on the floor of the limo as it cruised down the strip. Suddenly, his phone sprang to life. He flipped it open.

"When shall I pick you up, Miss Marrelle?" He asked. That was the kind of suave he had practiced for the last couple days.

Her giggle was audible through the speaker. "How about I meet you somewhere?"

"Nonsense. I'm from the age when men actually picked their dates up and dropped them back off at the end of the evening. They used to call it romance." He said with a slight chuckle, losing himself into the tiny piece of plastic that was his phone.

"No... really, I'll just meet you somewhere I don-" She was cut off by Saldore.

"I'll need your address. My driver and I are on our way now. Just need a destination."

"D-driver...?" She asked curiously before giving a mental shrug. "Fine... I live at 6281 Faircrest..." She said it softly, trailing off in a slightly ashamed tone.

Saldore was quiet a moment while he punched the address into a panel in the limo, sending it up to the driver. "Alright. GPS says we're 10 minutes out."

"Oh! Well... I- I'll try to be ready!" She said hurriedly. "See you when you get here!" The call ended with the tell-tale click of a hang up.

The drive towards her house began to pique Saldore's interest. It was taking them straight into a rather bad, high crime section of town. He was starting to be thankful his limo was bulletproof. Rundown homes, way too many homeless. So this was how the other half lived... The limo slowed outside a 3 story town home. One could tell that it used to be a rather nice place to live when Vegas was just starting to blossom, but by now, it had fallen out of maintenance. He frowned slightly, though it was quickly replaced by a smile as the door opened and the form of that sweet, petite tigress trotted out from the building hurriedly, running up to the limousine. Saldore opened the door, stepping out and offering his hand to Marrelle, helping her into the vehicle. She looked stunning, he couldn't help but notice.

The dress she wore was long, very conservative, but revealed enough of that silky white chest to cause his blood to warm. It was a deep, midnight black that matched her stripes perfectly while not drawing away from her beautiful orange fur. Her hair had been pulled up into a very formal bun, and he wondered quietly how she'd managed that in 10 minutes. Alas, women were capable of incredible feats of fashion. He had to fight to keep his eyes from undressing her as he stepped into the vehicle behind her, shutting the door. They were quiet for a long moment as the car began to pull away, glancing at each other with passionate looks in their eyes.

"You see why I just wanted to meet you somewhere?" She said, frowning slightly and diverting her eyes. She was obviously ashamed of living in a less-than-savory area.

"I don't, actually. Did you need more time on your hair? It looks fine." He replied, giving a smile and playing dumb. That was always the best bet.

The tigress giggled softly, tucking her chin to her chest as she did so. By Heaven, she was gorgeous. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He slipped towards her in the seat, leaning in and placing his arm around her gently before speaking. "Where would you like to go to eat?" He asked, always wanting his woman to be content.

"I'm really not picky. I am quite hungry though. Haven't eaten all day."

Saldore pondered briefly if she simply hadn't had the chance to eat, or if it were a reference to her obvious lack of money. He had to shake the thought from his head. Money didn't matter anyways. Even if she weren't quite as fortunate as him, it didn't change a thing.

"Then we'll head back to the Starlounge? We've got a great restaurant near the top floor with a great view."

"That sounds spectacular." She said with an appreciative smile, leaning in towards his broad, muscular chest, barely constrained by his suit jacket.

The drive to the casino went by in relative quietness. Saldore's chest was still slightly sore and made conversation not painful, but annoying to say the least. Marrelle, however, seemed content to gently snuggle herself against the much older wolf in silence, casting him a glance every so often. It was driving him mad with lust.

Trying to take his mind off the beautiful tigress snuggling into his chest, he thought back. When was the last time he'd had a woman? It was way too long. A year? Two years? Maybe even longer... The need to mate was driving him insane, and resting against his chest in silence was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes upon. Though he tried to ignore it, he could feel his swollen shaft pulsing in his suit pants. He was sure she'd notice too.

And notice she did. After watching the mysterious crease in his pants throb once, twice, three times, she quickly picked up on what it was. To his amazement, she buried into him more, gently setting a hand on his leg dangerously close to his throbbing shaft.

"Do I... really turn you on that much?" She whispered softly, looking up into Saldore's eyes. He melted as soon as her deep, dark blue orbs made contact with his own dark brown eyes.

Although in his younger years, he was no stranger to women, this tigress had some way about her that made him feel like he'd never met a woman in his life.

"Well... y-you..." He had to pause to collect his thoughts. Her hand on his thigh, only inches away from his length, was making it extremely difficult to think. "Marrelle, I won't lie. You're the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen in my life. And I've seen quite a few women."

"Thank you, Saldore." She said with a soft smile, laying her head upon his chest and nuzzling into him with a soft purr. "You're very handsome yourself... So... muscular..." She commented, feeling his broad pectoral muscles through his shirt. "So... tell me..." She paused, shaking her head slightly, obviously thinking twice before speaking.

"Hmm...?" Saldore quirked his head slightly, looking down at the kitten burrowing into him.

"Nevermind... I don't want to seem too forward." She said, pulling her hand from his leg, much to his (and his wolfhood's) disappointment.

"Mm. Tease, are you?" He said jokingly, poking her softly in the side with a clawed finger.

"Oh, I'm most certainly not teasing..." She said softly, her hand resting back on his leg, though this time, his length was directly beneath the palm of her hand. She looked up at the older wolf, eyes rather serious for the moment. "Saldore... You saved my life. There's nothing I can do to repay that. But... I'm willing to atleast try." She said, lowering her head slightly, obviously blushing.

It took every bit of humanity and gentlemanliness he head in his body to keep from throwing himself upon her right then and there. He gently removed her hand from his suddenly diamond-hard length and held it within her own. "Marrelle... I... I do appreciate that, but I don't want this to be because you feel like you owe me something. If you're not attracted, then you're not attracted. I'm aware I'm probably twice your age. It won't hurt my feelings."

Marrelle nearly jumped out of her seat, shaking her head furiously. "No! Saldore, I am attracted to you. I am, I promise. This isn't because I feel I owe you something it's..." She paused for a long moment before hanging her head, having obviously talked herself into a corner. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even talk... I haven't been in a relationship since I was 15, so I'm kinda just... trying to figure out how I feel."

"15?" Saldore asked in disbelief, scooting towards her. "I can't believe that. How old are you now? 22?"

"I'm 24 now." She said with a soft nod. "And yeah, I haven't had a boyfriend since I was 15."

"Why not? It's obviously not because you couldn't get one..."

"I just didn't have the time for one... I had to leave High School to get a job. Then my parents passed away young... I was forced to support myself since I was 17." She gave a shrug. She wasn't embarrassed about the fact, even if she wasn't too keen on it. "I'm really glad I've found... at least a little bit of time to date. Especially someone as handsome as you..." Her eyes looked sincere. Could such a young, beautiful girl be that attracted to the aging, bestial wolf?

"Would it be inappropriate if perhaps we had dinner in my penthouse? It's quieter there." Saldore suddenly asked. He knew he was setting himself up to lose control, but perhaps that was why he subconsciously did it.

The tigress gulped softly before giving a nod. She seemed to know as well. She leaned in, gently pressing her lips to his ear and whispering. "Y-you'll be gentle, right?"

Saldore hadn't planned on mating her on the first date. In fact, had it not been 2 or more years since his last fuck, it would've been against his personal morals. But, fuck, he wanted her so badly.

All so suddenly, he became vividly aware of her feminine qualities. As his arousal kicked into overtime, his repressed sense of smell suddenly picked up the bouquet of pheromones this tigress was letting out. If she wasn't attracted to him, she was surely faking it well. He could smell the hint of her arousal. A soft, subtle, sweet scent that made him growl lowly. His entire body shivered as he resisted his most primal urges.

Saldore nearly dove out of the limousine as it pulled up to the Starlounge. He had to get out into the fresh air where the tigress' scent wouldn't drive him nearly as mad. Marrelle, on the other hand, took her time getting out of the vehicle, straightening her dress while she looked up at the large building.

"This way." Saldore said softly, practically lifting her up and carrying her to a golden-doored elevator at the corner of the lobby. As he walked by the front counter, he shouted over to the same fox that was always there this time of evening. "Kija. Two steaks, med-rare, and some cabernet to my room in 2 hours."

The fox couldn't help but smirk as the large wolf dragged the poor, wide-eyed tigress past the counter and to the executive elevator. In no time, the two disappeared into the sliding doors.

As the doors shut behind the couple, Saldore slid a small card through a reader in the elevator. It immediately began to whizz up towards the roof. While the elevator hummed upwards, Saldore roughly took Marrelle's hand, placing it on his thick, throbbing erection through his suit pants. "This is going to be inside of you in mere minutes..." He said lowly, eyes narrowed. He was completely different in this ultra-aroused state.

Marrelle immediately picked up on his dominant trait, deciding to slip into a more submissive role as her hand slid up his hot flesh. "What are you going to do to me, Mister Saldore?" She asked quietly, tucking her ears back. Though she was playing coy, she couldn't deny that she wanted this either. She too had been a very long time without sex. Longer than the wolf by far. She shivered, not knowing what the dominant, older wolf would do to her in his lust-filled stupor.

"You may have the fur of a tiger... But I plan on making you a bitch tonight. Every hole in your body that can fit my cock inside of it will be introduced to me intimately." His narrowed eyes and slightly-bared teeth said he meant it.

Marrelle shuddered slightly. All of a sudden, she was very nervous and wary about doing this. There would be no way for her to escape this male. She was his, no matter what he wanted to do. Part of her was aroused by the thought, but the other part was terribly frightened.

"Saldore... I'm... scared..." She said softly, truthfully not playing anymore. She hadn't expected to see him get this bestial, this primal. He was much taller than her, easily 3 times her weight, and judging by the massive throbbing filling the palm of her hand, was hung more than most horse furs.

Her soft, frightened voice managed to bring Saldore back to reality, if only for a moment. He leaned down, gently licking at her muzzle. "Whatever happens, I swear I will try not to hurt you." He gulped softly. He already felt his sanity slipping as his arousal took over. He hoped with everything in his heart he didn't hurt her in his lust.

With that, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the massive, beautiful living room of his penthouse. She had all of half a second to be amazed by the beauty before he ripped her from the elevator, pulling her into a dark room and slamming the door behind them. She couldn't see a thing in the dark, but he obviously knew the room's layout. It didn't take long for her to feel herself flying through the air after being thrown like a doll by Saldore. Her hands covered her face, afraid of colliding with something. All that she collided with, however, was a soft, bouncy mattress. She landed on her back, shivering and whimpering in fear. She couldn't deny it. She was genuinely scared for her life.

In the darkness, she heard the rustle of clothing for a brief moment before a sharp 'RIIIIIP' as Saldore tore his clothes from his body. Not a second later, she felt his hot, ragged breath on her face. He was wild, and she felt he was about to tear into her like a chewtoy.

"Saldore! Wait! Please!" She cried out, gently resting a hand on his cheek.

"Yes, my sweet?" His patient, calm voice replied. Though he had little room for sanity at this moment, he mustered as much willpower as he could.

"I... I... I don't want you to have another heart attack..." She said sheepishly. It was strange, she thought to herself. Here she was, fearing for her own life, and yet all she could think about was fearing for his? "You should take a couple aspirin before you..." Her voice trailed off. They both knew what she meant anyway. There was no reason to spell it out.

Saldore gave a soft grunt, pulling himself from the tigress. The soft sound of a drawer sliding open broke the silence, followed by the sound of pills rattling in a bottle. All in a matter of seconds, he was back on top of her, and his hands were more rough than ever. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and shoved it up over her face, leaving her panties and bra exposed while she was left to sputter and breathe under the hot fabric. It didn't last long as the dress was torn over her head and cast away. The panties and bra wouldn't be so easy, she thought.

She was wrong. He ripped both clean off her body with one tug each. She couldn't believe it. She was now completely naked with a man she'd only known about an hour, total. Her eyes went wide, a mix of emotions as she felt hot, throbbing wolfcock press against her slightly-moistened cunny. Though she was afraid, her body was betraying her. The feeling of his diamond-hard erection against her sensitive womanhood was driving her insane. This was what her body was made for...

The emotions that ran through her head as he began to push in. Fear, pleasure, happiness, pain, lust, disappointment. Was this wrong? It felt so right... The cocktail of emotions manifested in her eyes as tears, rolling down her cheeks, only making her more disappointed in herself. The first time she'd had sex in nearly 7 years and she cries? She began to sob softly, burrowing her head into Saldore's shoulder for comfort.

The broad wolf was slowed slightly by the tigress tears. And yet, he understood. She wasn't crying because she didn't want this. It was simply so many years of being sexually repressed. Even if it wasn't. He couldn't stop himself now. All he could do was wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest as the tip of his tapered cock was suddenly enveloped in tigress warmth. His eyes half-lidded as he sunk into her, inch by inch. He was aware he wouldn't be fitting all 10 inches into her warm embrace. He'd have to use her rump for that. He grinned at the thought. He couldn't wait to get a good look beneath her little tail. In the mean time though, the inside of her cunt felt so amazing. It wrapped around his length like a glove. Any smaller and he would've tore her open. Any larger and... well, it wouldn't have felt as amazing.

Marrelle's sobs slowed as Saldore began to pump himself in and out. Each thrust worked a little deeper into her tight, warm tunnel. She'd never felt so full. She had large toys, sure, but this was different. Not only was he bigger, thicker than her toys, but there was a texture, a heat, a life to his cock that even the best dildo would have lacked. She could practically feel the blood pulsing through each beautiful vein in his prick. Despite the pain of being stretched, her mouth opened and let forth a fluttering moan. This felt incredible.

The room quickly filled with the musky smell of sex. The wolf's powerful pheromones were assaulting the poor tigress senses, making thinking clearly much more difficult. The smell was overpowering and kept her from fighting as his thrusts got deeper and deeper. Meanwhile, her own scent was working against the poor tigress. It drove the wolf on further and further, taunting him, antagonizing him. Telling him what he had to do to her...

Saldore growled as each thrust only took him a tiny bit deeper into her body. Tigers obviously didn't have bodies built for wolfcock. And yet, he swore, with every thrust. It felt as if he only thrust a bit harder that he'd get some leeway. He wanted to tie her. And right now, that was his only desire in life. This was his bitch, and she needed to be forced to take his seed and to keep it inside her. That was her place.

Marrelle's silky thighs lifted and wrapped around Saldore's waist, opening her hips and letting him slightly deeper into her body. By now, she was panting like a bitch in heat, tongue hanging from the side of her mouth as she got pounded like she'd never even dreamed of. It was heaven. The pain of being stretched had all but faded into blissful pleasure as she felt a strange pressure growing inside of her.

Saldore grunted as the pointed tip of his length pressed against the center of the tigress' cervix. Though he'd been pounding away at it for nearly ten minutes, it had still held firm. He decided that it was not her body's place to decide where he could and couldn't go. She was his now. He pressed forward with all the strength in his hips.

The strange pressure inside of her grew and grew until she realized he was trying to force her tight cervix open. It began to hurt more and more as she felt the little ring of flesh giving way to his massive pole. "S-Saldo-! Saldore! That hur- Unph! Sal-!" Her words were cut short as she suddenly let out a shriek of agony, the wolf's length finishing its descent into her body. Her body spasmed in agony for a brief moment as the wolf began to fuck the tigress' womb directly. His seed wouldn't have far to travel.

Saldore, on the other hand, was in heaven. His entire cock was buried inside a warm, wet sleeve. He no longer even identified it as another person. It was simply a place he owned to ejaculate within. Without even wanting to restrain himself, he tossed his head back and let out a triumphant howl as his knot swelled up incredibly, locking him inside of her.

The poor used tigress was shivering beneath the wolf. Though the pain had faded from her cervix, she silently wondered if he'd done any permanent damage. She was worried. As if her body knew what his howl signified, she let out a powerful, feral roar which mingled with his own. What she hadn't expected, however, was the force with which his seed was propelled into her body.

Like a firehose, his cock exploded inside of her womb. Saldore had never cum so hard in his life. His howl turned into a series of feral whimpers as his sensitive cock went through the most powerful contractions and spasms he'd ever experienced. Suddenly brought down from his feral, sexual high, he embraced the tigress tightly, holding her shivering body against his strong chest. His cock twitched and jerked for nearly two minutes before settling, still locked inside of Marrelle.

She could practically feel the sperm swimming through her body. The wolf must've dumped nearly a cup full of semen into her, if not more. The thin, musky fluid made soft gurgling sounds inside of her womanhood as the wolf shifted slightly. Her cheek fur was matted with her tears, and still she shivered beneath Saldore.

Saldore remained silent for a long moment. He was terribly ashamed of himself at being unable to control his urges. He could barely stand to speak as he leaned down, whispering to Marrelle gently.

"I am so sorry, Marrelle..." His voice was genuine and wrought with grief. He realized he'd pushed too far. "God, I never wanted to hurt you..." He rested his muzzle beside her own, giving her an affectionate, apologetic nudge.

Marrelle was silent for a long moment following his apology. Her gentle hands wrapped around his body, returning the embrace. "It's okay, Saldore... It didn't hurt much..." She lied. It had felt like her insides were ripped apart by metal hooks. But she wasn't going to let him know that. She could sense the guilt in his voice, and the shame was nearly as loud in his silence as it was in his speech. "Did it feel good for you...?" She already knew the answer, but she just wanted to get him to speak, to make him feel a bit better.

"God, Marrelle... that was the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my life. I just wish it didn't come paired with hurting you so much..." He gave a soft sigh as he gently tugged on his length. He was still locked firmly in place, unable to pull away from her to lighten the pain in her warmth.

"It's okay, Saldore... You needed that..." She said softly, gently rubbing his back.

Was she real? Surely this was a fantasy. Perhaps Saldore had died in the hospital and this was simply heaven? Here he sat, buried 10 inches into her poor, battered body, and she was forgiving him because 'he needed it'? Saldore couldn't believe his ears. He buried his snout against her. Perhaps she wouldn't stop speaking to him eternally.

"I want you to be mine, Marrelle..." He said softly into her ear. And it was no lie. He couldn't even begin to express the feelings he had for this near-stranger.

Marrelle was quiet for a second before letting out that same, soft giggle that always made Saldore smile. "I think I already am, Saldore..."

With that, Saldore gently rolled, pulling Marrelle atop him and being sure to not tug on her sore cunny as he moved. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of happiness before drifting off into a fitful doze.

Marrelle giggled softly once more as the wolf fell asleep beneath her. As large and powerful as he was, he was still undoubtedly male, and she was amused at how tired the mating had made him. With a soft sigh of content, she fell asleep atop him, letting the rhythmic pulsing of his length within her be a steady beat to an organic lullaby.