A Wolf on Sauria Ch.10 / Caught at last
#10 of AWoS
Krystal felt the claws close around her upper arms, encircling her biceps. She was turned around and marched over to the edge of the platform. She could see Fox, crumpled against the crystal in which he was now trapped.
She locked eyes with him for just a second, then her head was nudged down as Wolf pressed his nose into the back of her head and took a long whiff.
His massive chest heaved against her back. She could perceive the sheer gravity of the huge wolf standing behind her in a solid wall of muscle, meanwhile her own walls were breaking down as the heat won over at last. This predator had not only captured his prey but eliminated the very thought of fleeing from him.
The flight suit was peeled down her body, revealing the petite, soft shape of her in full. His breath was in her ear and a claw was on her stomach, moving down to the incredibly tight slit between her legs. His finger traced up and down the wet lips a couple times and then pressed ever so slightly, causing her to draw a sharp breath. Her pussy gripped tightly, even at the tip of his finger as it came away trailing a string of crystal clear fluid. She had prepared a warm, wet welcome for him.
His lupine ears detected the muffled screams, the death threats and sheer anguish. If she could hear too, then she gave no indication of it. She was fully frozen under his claws. The bone codpiece clattered off into the shadows. He spun her around and lifted her to sit on the edge of the dais.
Wolf's cock seemed eager to escape the sheath, expanding swiftly once free. Size and girth never before imagined expanded before her widening eyes, until the fat head bobbed downward under its own weight. His lap was meanwhile occupied by a plump knot.
As a steady stream of seed began to trickle, Wolf snarled with anticipation of the fertile female in front of him. He gripped himself at the base of his shaft and wagged his cock back and forth, causing a spurt that arced onto Krystal's stomach. Larger than any load Fox had ever managed. Given the size of the fluffy nuts hanging down, the wolf was in no danger of running dry any time soon.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers as the final dull thuds of Fox's attempts to escape the crystal cut out above them. Wolf's tongue slid into her mouth, lapping as if her tongue were water to a wolf dying of thirst. When they parted, her tongue followed his outside and she began to pant.
Now he pushed her down onto her back. She clenched her teeth as his plump cockhead sat on her pussy, rubbing up and down against it and bathing in her fluids. She watched with a mixture of wonder and horror at the giant thing sinking into her, but it was only a brief glimpse before her eyes crossed, fingers and paws clenched.
She drew in a breath, then more short gulps of air as he pressed further into the soft, silky pink insides. Her inward gasps became higher in pitch, breasts rising as her back arched. At long last came the sound Wolf had been waiting for. It happened when his knot bumped into her lower lips, by now stretched into a thin ring around his girth.
Her head lolled back from Fox's gaze and a moan was released as her mouth fell open. It was a sound irrevocably feminine, as delicate and soft as she was. The sound of new, pristine depths being stretched around a rock hard cock.
Low bestial grunts and wet slapping sounds bounced off the walls, under which her moaning continued. Wolf glanced up at Fox, who was staring blankly at the scene with a hand gripping his muzzle.
While he would have preferred a bit more theatrics, Wolf understood. The worst wounds didn't actually hurt that much. A blow could cut deep enough, translate so much trauma that screaming and thrashing were futile. Shielded by shock, the victim could only gawk at where a limb had once been.
The point had probably been made, now it was time for the actual breeding to be done.
Another moan from Krystal was smothered by Wolf's lips. He put one hand around her neck as he crawled over top of her for a classic mating press maneuver. On the way, he took the time to massage a palmful of her perky tits.
Fox had one last view of Krystal's face in pure ecstasy before she was eclipsed by the huge wolf. An iron hard, barrel chest squished down her breasts slightly. The only thing visible from above was her legs protruding out from beneath Wolf's bulk, her panties dangling off an ankle.
Her toes curled as he began to force his knot into the tight wet vice. Krystal panted as she hung on to his neck. Fingers drifted through his fur, grasping at it. She pulled herself up and close to his face. Closing her eyes, puckering up, she touched her lips to his. Just as his balls unloaded a tidal wave of warmth into her. She pressed harder as the next spurt shot inside, splattering her lower legs with thick wolf cum and spilling over the edge of the dais.
They lay motionless for a while, until Wolf popped his knot out of her and began to pump into her again. Their combined fluids splattered out with the motions, heated by their bodies and the friction now working up to speed once more.
One, let alone multiple, orgasms were also a new concept. Krystal felt the last of her inhibition falling away as she began to get quite loud with whorish abandon as she scratched marks down Wolf's back. She was making more noise than a whore house on a full moon.
After a few more sessions, Wolf stood up in front of the soaked vixen, if only to give Fox a sight to behold. Spread wide, breathless and her eyes lost to the sensations he had pumped into her body. The lolling tongue gave him an idea and thus began the hours-long dick sucking arc of the story. Cradling her head, Wolf pumped his next load down her throat with plenty more splattering her breasts and running down her stomach.
For once, Fox tore his gaze away from Krystal and toward Wolf. Starfox was defeated. That was obvious, without a word between them. Victory at last, it was inspiring enough that Wolf went for a couple more rounds with the vixen.
Some time later...
A gray canine strode into the command center. The esteemed General Pepper was at his desk, combing through holographic pages. Corneria city, bright and lively with hover traffic behind his back. Once his visitor saluted, Pepper flicked off the display and crossed his arms leaning back into his chair.
"General. I have that report you requested,"
Pepper nodded. He took the hat off his head and made a display of placing it on the desk in front of him.
"Let's speak freely here, Commander Gray. I won't pretend it's not a personal matter rather than a strategic one,"
"It appears the rumors were true. Wolf O'Donnel is on Sauria. He seems to have seized power among the locals. Styles himself a king now. He had some sort of dust up with Fox and Krystal and...well, it looks like it didn't go well,"
He placed a tablet on the desk and Pepper found a photo on it. King Wolf, standing on palace steps giving some sort of address to the local lizards. Next to him was Krystal. She had gained quite a bit of weight. Thighs and butt now expansive, gigantic milk swollen breasts hanging heavily over a pudgy stomach and wide, fat padded hips. She had a pair of wolf pups in her arms. Wearing only a thong as nothing else from her wardrobe would likely fit. Fox probably couldn't make it past those ass cheeks at this point.
"Shall we go and apprehend Wolf, sir?"
Pepper shook his head, "Sauria's a barbaric backwater though. It has no value to us. If it's going to keep Wolf occupied, then we can call that a victory in itself,"
The general reached into a shelf on his desk, bringing out a cigar which he lit up.
"He really did my boy Fox dirty though. Love is hell. You think war is bad? Psh!"
Commander Gray bowed his head, "Yes, sir. I can't imagine what he's going through,"
Pepper snapped his fingers, an idea coming to him.
"You know what? We ought to hook Fox up with that Fara Phoenix gal. She should've been with him to begin with, before all this dinosaur nonsense,"
"Sounds like a good idea, General,"
A nod, and Pepper smiled to himself, "Yeah I think she'll be good for him. You talk about a professional dick smoker. You stick your dick in that vixen and she just about won't let the sum bitch go. Lass could suck an asteroid through a garden hose. Soon as she landed here, she was fucking out both drawer legs,"
He raised his hands, demonstrating an invisible rear end.
"And you talk about an ass under that tail? Easily some of the best nuts I've ever busted,"
Memories of the good old days, swirled around in the mind like fine whiskey. Pepper snapped back to the matter at hand, clearing his throat.
"Ahem. Ah, anyways. Where is Fox now?"
Commander Gray sighed, "Anywhere but home, General. Anywhere but home,"