Bondage & Impregnation

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The Stallion and the Wolf

"Oh, yeah, baby... Ohhhh!"

Luna cried out, the wolf arching her back, only her tail left free. Even the heavy, leather collar around her neck weighed her down, felt as if it was pinning her in place as her hips rocked.

Yet the wolf anthro with her pure white fur and long, silver hair was not free to do as she willed, not in any way, a raw hunger and "ferality" (she probably made that word up) coursing through her with every beat of her heart. She was sort of suspended, in a T-pose kind of cross, her folds dripping after so many orgasms that the wolf could barely see straight. Her arms spread out comfortably to either side of her body whereas her legs were spread, the bondage equipment well-padded and comfortable for long term "treatments." At least, that was what her husband had told her it was for.

She hadn't been in the playroom before, not with Devon, but the tall, powerful stallion with a jet-black coat and white snip on his nose oozed power. He didn't have to tie her up, bringing his wife into her persona as his submissive, to take control, but it did help so very much. The stallion nickered throatily, his eyes dancing with dark glee, a hard, throbbing length of stallion meat already pushed from his sheath, firming up fully with the last few throbs of blood. The head was flat but not yet flared, offering a gleam of pre-cum as a temptation for what was yet to come.

"Little puppy," he crooned, his voice soft, suave, wrapping around her like warm velvet. "There's no need to struggle so... What is it that you seek, darling?"

The control that he had over her could not be denied in Devon's words, though Luna hissed through her teeth and howled even more readily for him. The damn stallion had had a vibrating massage wand on her fucking pussy for hours already, soaking her silly with orgasm after orgasm - and he had the nerve to ask her what she wanted from him?

The wolf howled, twisting her head back and forth, though the claiming pressure of the collar kept her from writhing too far, her hair a wild, silver mess. Fuck, how did the damn horse know how to get her riled up each time? To that extent, to the extent where she was a wild mess, no longer able to control herself, needing the heavy leather cuffs and secure chains of the bondage to keep her locked down to the tilted "cross" that she was positioned on... Hmmph... If she didn't love her husband so much - and want to be bred and fucked while she was raw with heat - she would have lain him out for daring to tease her so.

As it was, the situation called for it, her fur matted with sweat, need coursing through, beat after beat of her heart demanding that she dance to the tune of it.

"Just fucking put it in me!" She snarled, relishing in the bondage and wanting to be free of it simultaneously. "Fuck me silly - breed me!"

Sharp, snappy, far from sweet: that was how she was, how she yearned to be, empowered by her true self. She was too wild, too powerful, her claws sharp where other anthros had fingernails, her eyes darkening to a twisted amber that spoke of the times where their kind had been feral, wild, untamed. And so was Luna in that moment, heaving and panting, her breasts rolling with every dragged breath into her lungs, only the wagging of her tail betraying how she loved it so very much.

Forced? Not at all, not when her eyes were fixed on her husband's thick length, how he pumped it languidly with a paw, coming up close enough to rest between her legs, his cock on her abdomen rather than in her pussy.

"This...dearest of mine?"

She screamed, trying to hump her hips up, but there was even a leather band around her midriff, ensuring that she stayed right where her husband wanted her to be, grunting, heaving, lost in lust but still ready for breeding. There was nothing else she needed to be, not in that moment, mindless with passion, driven to so many orgasms that she should have been wiped out and yet...

...and yet she still craved more. She yearned for his cock, the sensation of being stretched out, the skin of his shaft moving lightly over his length as he sealed the full meat of his spire inside her pussy. But he made her whimper for it, beg for it, whining and panting, her body a mess with sweat and curled, damp fur, before he fed it to her.

"Ohhhhh!"

Inch by inch. Devon did not need words to dominate and to claim his wife, sliding into her, forcing her to feel every delectable inch of his cock stretching her out, pushing deeper, bit by bit. It was there for her, every last fibre of it, thick and wanton, her chest heaving, eyes glassy as she gasped through silent, shaking orgasm.

In that moment, she was his, completely and utterly, her heart and her soul held in his gentle paws, though his control was absolute. Her pussy rippled around him in orgasm, though the contractions and judders of the wolf's bound body were erratic, not something to be held in high acclaim, considering how needy she was. Yet the hot slop of her pussy soaked his dick as he eased into her.

The stallion could have taken her in a single thrust, slammed deep, used every inch of his cock to put her in her place, to show the wolf who was the one who held the reins between them. But he did not for it was more effective still to go slowly and easily, sliding into her, letting her feel how his half-formed flare scraped luxuriously against her inner walls, clasping him like warm velvet, however they dripped with her arousal.

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