Wake Up Call
A sentient being can get used to being woken up in a number of ways, depending on circumstances and preferences. When you're female, a wolf, and in heat, with a perverted older brother, you get used to being woken up in some of the more interesting fashions.
It had started when our parents had left for a week long vacation, and my brother being eighteen years old, they had entrusted him to watch over his fifteen year old sister, giving him some tablets to sneak into my food to help me deal with my heat if it got bad. ...Yeah, that went well.
I spent the next few days pretty much glued to his crotch, and beyond that it was a fight to figure out who was going to be on top. Eventually, after the third or fourth wrestle fuck, I submitted and let myself be bottom. I got my revenge in the mornings before he woke up, and when he was going to sleep.
Sometimes I didn't wake up first. And on a lazy summer Saturday with the parents away on a work trip for the next 72 hours, I saw no reason to set my alarm, and just sprawled for the late morning until noon rolled around. So it wasn't too big a surprise when, drowsy and mostly unconscious, I felt a nose worming it's way between my thighs just to take a long, wet lap across my sex, already moist with a ripe heat.
Nerves lit up like fireworks, sparking along my spine as I let out a quiet yip and arched my hips up. The nose, completely undeterred, slid right up and snuffled against my heated cunt once more, the cold surface making me twitch. The rough, warm tongue lapping up my mound more than made up for it, and I let out a drowsy, pleased moan in response.
Between the cloudy vision of half-sleep, the tongue bathing my plump cunt and the morning rays of the sun baking my fur, I was in no rush to really grow into consciousness. My arms slid around the oversized hugging pillow my head was still resting on and clutched it as that lovely, rough tongue continued to work me over, drawing little whines from me.
"Nnggh... Jake. Mmph.." The murmurs only seemed to urge the tongue get rougher. Those wet laps began to split my Y-shaped folds, and my little whines turned to gasped moans. And those moans rapidly turned to a squeal of delight as I bucked and jerked my hips, tail raised and wagging rapidly as I came. Normally I'm not such an easy girl, but it was my heat! And the fact that I hadn't even taken my head off of my pillow yet. I'm holding to that!
Yet even as my hips trembled and juices coated the muzzle and tongue pressed to my groin the wet lapping continued unabated. The muzzle clearly had intentions, and stopping was not among them.
As my claws dug into the pillow and I whimpered out encouragement to my brother, my hips pressed back, eager for the rough laps. I was already trembling and jerking, but I didn't care, I was in heaven.
And yet, just as suddenly as those wet ministrations had started, they stopped. The sudden weight dropping on my back forced a yelp from my lips as I forced my eyes open wide. But I still didn't look back.
See, not even that was too strange. A few weeks ago, me and my brother had been basking out in the backyard after a romp, when our mountain wolf, a beast of a dog named Albrin, found his way into the neighbor's yard. They had a little husky bitch, cute but really shy thing, and it happened to be her time to be in heat. Clearly, this was something that Albrin felt motivated to take care of.
Me and Jake got up to take care of it, but I couldn't bring myself to even hop over the fence. I just leaned on it and watched as that giant dog dominated the neighbor's comparatively poodle sized bitch. The way he held her, bit her scruff, forelegs clamped around her hips, yanking her back into each of his drives... it was exhilarating. And Jake took notice of that pretty quick, the devious prick.
From then on, he made it a point to be rough and dominate with me, making me his happy little wolf bitch whenever he was on top. And sometimes, just occasionally, he'd mount me exactly like Albrin mounted that husky. Wrap his forearms around my hips, bite my scruff and rail me like an under sized toy with his hips and tug on me. And damn it all that always got me off the hardest.
That morning seemed to be just one of those moods. Jake wanted his bitch. And without a single question or thought, I held my tail to the side and spread my thighs, whimpering into the pillow I was clutching like a life line. I felt his thrusts, but they were off, and his maleness smacked into the crook of my groin and slid to the side. Maybe he was TOO eager.
A few more drives of his hips put any thoughts of chastising him out of my mind. He hit his mark perfectly on the third shot, and that red rocket speared my right open. My vulva stretched and my tunnel ached to accept the sudden, forceful intrusion, but it did. Not like that asshole mounting me gave me much choice. My hips were forced up as he drove straight in and forced a rough, hoarse cry from my throat. I felt the half grown bulge of his knot push me open before it was harshly yanked free.
The forearms latching around my hips, hands pressed to my thighs, was the only thing that kept me from faceplanting straight into my bed and screaming. Instead I just lowered my head and subjected myself to my feral-esq lover. At least until his jaws latched around my scruff and my head was yanked back. Forced to look at the crook between wall and ceiling, my eyes began to roll back. And then he started to fuck me.
I could feel that massive pillar driving itself into my Y-shaped folds just to be yanked right back, denying me that filling only for it to be granted in a hard drive of Jake's hips. He meant business that morning, he fucked me like an animal. And every thrust was making me cry, whimper and whine in bliss as I was fucked. I'm fairly certain I was dripping onto the sheets by that point, and there was no doubt that he was slick as wet ice.
Somewhere between the fog of bliss and the constant, steady jerking of my head and scruff, I registered a certain lack of something. A brief spark of lucidity caused by panic brought it to the forefront of my mind and I let out a sharp gasp. That fucker wasn't even wearing a condom.
We were always supremely careful about pregnancy. He'd fuck me with a condom on, then he'd pull out and finish on me or in my mouth. We'd never even been knotted before.
But still, I did nothing. I trusted Jake to stop when it came down to it. But that was most definitely a new feeling. I'd never felt his bare shaft in me before, and it was starting to get to me. And he was just being so damnably ROUGH. The grunts, growls and pants in my ear were making me shiver in delight. He sounded so much coarser than normal.
And he felt bigger than normal, too. Maybe he just woke up earlier, watched something hot and came to me to take care of it. But not once had he been THIS hard. Or rough. Or, mmph, so delightful manhandly..
Something wasn't right. I was about to lose my mind with how he was treating me, but something just felt off about my brother. He felt heftier on my back than normal. Awkwardly shaped. Something made me look to the mirror on my nightstand. My heart stopped.
Jake was not on my back. Jake was not even in the room. I was on my bed, ass in the air, squealing and panting like a bitch in heat; because I was exactly that. And Albrin knew exactly what to do with a bitch in heat.
The massive mountain wolf had me pinned, forelegs around my hips, paws instead of hands to my thighs, rough, dominating bite around the scruff of my neck and his hips were jackhammering into me like he MEANT it. Even as I watched I could see his hips pressing in closer with every thrust. And then I felt his knot.
It didn't take more than a graze. I just couldn't take it. I was horrified, MORTIFIED to look over and see the dog instead of my brother, believe it or not, and; it was the single hottest thing I'd ever seen. As soon as that knot bumped my cunt I came, hard. I squealed, bucked my hips, cried out, and pushed back onto him. My juices splattered his knot, his sheath, his balls, my thighs, the bed; It was all the lubricant he could ever want.
Or ever need. His knot slammed into me with a wet pop, my back arched and my eyes rolled into my head. I was officially dead as I came a second time on him, trailing right behind the first, my body trembling and convulsing. I couldn't take it. ...And then he started to cum.
Somewhere in my dead brain cells, the curious thought of whether or not he could impregnate me formed but it was swiftly washed away by the spunk pouring into me by the dick load. He was pulsing, hard, and I could feel the heated beats of his heart against both my back and my walls.
And still he didn't relent. He continued to hump and grind, working himself against me, ensuring he was good and balls deep for his heavy load.
It was about the time that I felt him release my neck that I collapsed. What happened afterwords I don't have a very good memory of, thanks to an instant black out as soon as my head hit my shredded, drool covered pillow.