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Breeding the Librarian

The Wolf and the Bunny

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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This story is from Sweet & Spicy and available to read below in full. If you enjoy this story, other similar stories can be found in the complete collection, which is available for sale via the links.

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“Oh, Arlo…”

The wolf growled, pressing in close to the librarian bunny, pinning her arms up above her head against the bookcase. Diana arched up against him, thrusting her hips passionately forward, the skirt that she was wearing surely too short for work. It was not as if the library had much of a dress code, especially at the university, but there was still some set requirement there, surely, about not wearing things that were too revealing. Of course, her glasses were still perched on her nose, slipping a little, but the wolf thought that only added to the look she was going for.

Not that Arlo minded at all, the grey wolf nuzzling into her neck, Diana’s lips parting in a breathy moan that was far too quiet for the peaceful shelving. The bunny’s ears flopped back softly, tan and white, her fur beautifully groomed. He could not help, quite clearly, nuzzling into it, nipping at her neck, his sharp teeth catching and pulling.

Diana breathed out against him, her blue eyes intense. Her small pink tongue flicked out against her lips, though Arlo silenced her cry in a kiss, his long, powerful tongue winding around hers and sweeping back.

He deepened the kiss as he bore her back, though her hind paws still scrabbled against the floor in her heels. They were four inches high, give or take, and a biting, shocking red, the kind of red that should have been seen out clubbing or dancing, not in the university library.

The wolf growled into the kiss as Diana, once again, bucked up against his hard-on. Oh, they knew that there was only so much time they had there, so much they could do, not wanting to get caught, but the sweetness between them still had to be fed, one way or the other. And it wouldn’t have been as fun for either of them if Arlo had done something like sneak her back to his room.

He thought she might have had a husband, but, honestly, he didn’t know, or care, one way or another. Sometimes the bunny was wearing a ring and sometimes she wasn’t, so the wolf more than felt that he was free to make his own decision on that one.

She kissed him back passionately, however, and moaned his name, all to the point that the wolf felt confident in taking her, releasing her paws, letting her fumble down with the light belt he had slipped through the loops of his jeans. Diana smirked cheekily, making quick work of it, glancing down the line of shelves as if she heard someone coming. Arlo groaned.

“Fuck, Diana, what are you doing to me?”

She grinned and blew him a kiss, her skirt sliding up to reveal a little more of her thigh. From where the wolf’s paw had gone earlier, however, he already knew that she was not wearing any underwear, if she had even started the day wearing any at all.

“Anything you want, pet…”

Arlo groaned, but didn’t get a chance to do more as the bunny tugged his erection free of his jeans and underwear, sliding his clothing down just enough to free his shaft. His balls, however, had to remain tucked back in his boxer briefs, kept out of sight, for there was only so much time that they had there.

Maybe it was that risk that they enjoyed the most, how it strung out the heat between them to such an extent that they felt like they were going to burn up from the inside out if they did not find a way, some way, to quench the fire. It was that very heat that pooled in the pit of Diana’s stomach as she let out a soft whine and squeak, fondling his cock as her lips brushed the tip, parting in a far more intimate kiss.

Arlo’s paw smacked heavily into the bookshelf above her as she sucked down his cock, showing him exactly what bunnies were supposedly famous for. The wolf had not thought that that had been a thing beforehand, but, damn if Diana didn’t want to show him everything her mouth and pussy could do! She groped his nuts through his jeans, rubbing and teasing lightly through the material, lips slurping down, caressing his cock in a tight seal that made him feel more than a little giddy and faint.

His other paw came down and caressed her long, brown hair, pulling out the light curls from it as he twisted his fingers into it. The bunny leaned into his grasp as if she was encouraging him to hold and pull her hair, though he didn’t honestly know enough about Diana to understand if that was what she meant. He wouldn’t hurt her, of course, one way or the other, but he knew that he wanted her, that he yearned for her, that what lay between them could have been fleeting or could have been long-lasting.

Only time would tell that. And he was keen to find out, grunting in the back of his throat as he powered into her mouth, letting her swallow down his cock, gulping around him as soon as he pressed into the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled lowly, as quietly as he could. “That’s the stuff…”

If anyone else, the other students at the university, knew what he was getting from the sweet librarian, they most likely would have not believed him – or else been sickeningly jealous of him. Not that Arlo cared, a bit of a lone wolf naturally, though that would have been just like his species. They were either born with a pack mentality or wanting to be out on their own, with some nuances in-between.

But what Arlo really wanted was to be with someone, to thrust and grind, to let the roll of his hips thrust his cock deep, sliding over her delicious tongue, adoring just how it flickered over and around the head of his cock. It was just something, something small, but it was still a connection with a partner and that was all, sometimes, that was needed.

She sank into the moment, taking him deep, swallowing down his thick cock. It had to be eight inches long and surely a little more to come at the base as she tenderly pushed his sheath back, bringing the owl to full, throbbing hardness as the tapered head of his cock pushed a little deeper still. The slick pre-cum trembling down her throat had her groaning, pressing into it more urgently, though she longed for more.

Arlo was a good lover, the sweetness of their quick, seductive liaisons, times together that no one else knew about, all the hotter for the tenacity of them. But the heat between her legs had been pooling there for quite some time already, letting her know that she was in need. Anthros could still come into heat, but it was something, for them, that was mostly managed by taking a few pills from the pharmacy, just to take the edge off it. It was a time, however, when they were more fertile. And maybe that had been exactly why Diana had dragged her favourite wolf out behind the deepest of the shelves, just to see if she could get a little relief.

The edge and the worry of being caught, however, was something that she was liking more and more. Almost more than the throbbing of his cock in her mouth, playing her tongue over the more sensitive tip just to hear him swallow a curse and shudder, squirming as he tried not to ram too far down her throat. She loved that he could contain himself, even in a moment like that, need coursing through, pump after pump of his cock driving him into a frenzy.

She taunted him, almost, the tip of her tongue flicking ardently over the tip of his cock until he grabbed her hair and dragged her all the way down. Her paw pressed between her legs as Diana tried to hold herself back, remembering that she didn’t have her bag with her there and, besides, she didn’t even know if there had been a condom in there anyway. Maybe the wolf had one… if not, their time together was going to be rather short-lived and more than a little frustrating. She didn’t know if she could be quiet enough with the wolf’s muzzle between her legs with his tongue lashing.

And what Diana really craved was to feel the burning head of his aching, beautiful hard-on ramming up inside her, hard and fast, claiming her as she so desperately wanted to be claimed.

That was her heat talking, but, well, it was still a need and still understandable, just like everything else.

The wolf, however, didn’t seem to want to hold back either and her heart leapt as he withdrew from her mouth, loosening his grip on her mussed-up hair.

“Fuck, Diana, I want you so bad right now…”

“Then take me!”

He growled. Then he would do just that! Things didn’t have to be difficult, not even for him, not even when he was in his university library and understood, in a way, that a lot was going on, that there were things that could have had him tossed out of university. He was risking a lot, just to get some pussy, though Arlo was not even sure that the bunny was more than that to him – or if she ever would be.

For them, it was all about the moment. Like the slide of his paw up her thigh as she stood, pushing against him, grunting, her eyes locking onto him with an intensity that had him gasping. She kissed him lightly, all in a way that made him want to press into it, though Arlo followed his instinct, hitching her up in his arms as she clung to him.

Her skirt hitched up as he pressed between them, pinning her against the bookcase as she closed her legs around his waist and hips, making sure that she would not fall.

Yet there was something there, as the bare head of his cock pressed up against her pussy, that they had not yet addressed.

Diana’s half-closed eyes fluttered back open, lips parted as the wolf rolled suggestively against her, smearing his cock through her arousal, the folds of her pussy already slick with her essence. As if she could be anything but wet after everything, so far that day, that they had done together.

“Arlo…” She breathed, eyes locked with his as her legs tightened around his waist, keeping him there, his cock poised at the lips of her pussy. “I don’t have a condom with me…do you?”

He froze, breath catching, a low, rumbling growl pulling from his lips.

“I don’t care…” Oh, it was throwing caution to the wind, but he had to satisfy his need one way or the other and the horny part of him didn’t care, not right then. “Do you? I will stop…”

Of course, he would. He would never have done anything, not at all, against her will. But the bunny moaned her acceptance and, with his agreement, sank onto his cock. All it took was a loosening of her paws where they clutched his shoulders, letting his shaft push into her. Arlo’s breath caught and he kissed her deeply, longing for that moment, that surge of heat inside him.

Yet there was nothing quite like sinking into her – bareback at that! He’d never been inside the bunny bare before, but, well… Oh, he’d never want anything else after that. He knew it was a risk, but the wolf still thought, dimly in the back of his mind, that he could pull out, that he would have the self-control to do so. And there was always an emergency pill that he could get for her, if he couldn’t pull out…

Back-ups resided in the back of his mind, but the wolf couldn’t think about anything else as he speared into her, her velvety heat closing around his cock, massaging his length as if Diana was trying to take something from him. Yet all the bunny wanted was his cream, his load, everything that he had to give her spilling deep. It would sate her heat and take the edge off what she had been craving for so long, though it was not as if either of them were thinking straight in a moment like that.

It was all about the moment, the heat tangling between them as he groaned and powered into her, letting Diana balance herself against him, her grip tighter and tighter around him with every passing second. She squeezed him so hard that the pinch of heels, one shoe kicked off, almost gave him pause, but he couldn’t stop his thrusting as he grunted and let her tuck her nose into the crook of his neck.

It was a strange sort of moment, her glasses sliding almost off the end of her nose, but it was what they needed, a little too intimate for what they had expected. But sometimes things could go places that they were never intended to and that was a fair thing, a good thing, a thing that they could take forward.

Or not. Either way, it was up to the bunny and the wolf exactly what they did, how they played it, lust and longing for that connection coursing between them. Arlo groaned deep in the back of his throat, trying to be as quiet as possible, though he rather thought that he was failing. As he sank deeper and deeper into arousal, he shook his head, nose tucking down, pulling her even closer in against his chest. The bookcase to her back at least gave them both something to support themselves on, though the knocking of their bodies against it shuffled the books, even knocking a couple off. Arlo put that down to them not being shelved properly, yet reminded himself in the same thought that he would need to make sure that there was no evidence left behind of their liaison.

For the end was coming, that lustful high, the pinnacle of climax. The wolf could feel it in how Diana closed around him, her pussy erratically twitching around his cock, trying to milk him of his load. And he knew he had to give it to her, one way or the other, slamming in hard and fast as the knot at the base of his cock swelled.

Diana snatched up his lips fiercely, forgetting their concern over him plunging into her, his knot swelling, pressing against her lips. It just felt too good to have him inside her without the barrier of a condom that she threw all caution to the wind, swept up and away in his arms and wanting nothing more than for the wolf to take her. Tongues of heat licked through her as she rolled her hips desperately against Arlo, though it was all up to the wolf to claim her, to show her all that he needed from her too.

He growled into her mouth, kissing her back deeply, though the kiss, at the very least, had the extra benefit of sealing away their cries, even if they were less in touch with their surroundings. Anyone could have walked up on them as her skirt fell around their crotches, half shielding what was happening between them, though they didn’t care. Not as his knot locked them together, fully swelling inside her without either of them being of aware mind enough to pull back or out.

He howled into her mouth, the sound still managing to carry dully through the library, despite the deep kiss. His cock throbbed – but it was Diana who tumbled over the edge first, eyes closing, her ears softening down against the back of her head as she climaxed on his cock. She must have been worked up to lose control like that, but Arlo did not care, not even as the heat within rushed to his nuts, the ache in the base of his abdomen swelling.

He knew it was too much, that they had gone too far, but that thought was too easily overwhelmed by pleasure as he exulted in it, only able to thrust a little now that his knot stopped him from pulling out all the way. And yet every rope of cum that painted her pussy as he took his pleasure came with a throb of lust to it that had the wolf grunting into her muzzle, ears splaying out, his tail wagging faintly as his jeans slipped down a little further.

Thinking straight was out of the question as he grunted, leaning into her, his knot bulging, so thick, so tender, too sensitive at the point of pleasure, but there was nothing he could do about it then. He could only enjoy it, deepening the kiss, caressing her face with one hand, the other down on her buttock, helping her stay hitched up against him, her body as close to his as it was possible to be.

Diana whimpered, losing herself, dazed at the point of climax, though she was aware of the throbbing slosh of hot wolf cum trickling around his cock. Yet it had nowhere to go, not with his knot plugging her full, forcing her pussy to accept every last drop that he had given her. And there was no going back from that point, no wishing that they had taken further precautions, not when all was said and done and the heat of his aching member pulsated within her passage.

Arlo broke the kiss softly, leaning his forehead against hers, breathing her name.

“Diana…”

“Oh, Arlo.”

Diana grinned, shaking her head at their folly, though it would all seem a lot less funny to her when the positive pregnancy test came up in the following weeks…

But perhaps that was all to be expected, when breeding a bunny.

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Thank you for checking out this spicy, breeding story!

This story is from a collection of erotic short stories focusing on straight furry pairings in erotic incidences. The collection contains love, romance, light BDSM, dom/sub play, oral/vaginal/anal sex and public play!

This book is available in paperback format, via print on demand services, through the following links!

Lulu: https://tinyurl.com/lulusweetandspicy

Cover art by verysweetpotato.

This book is also available as an eBook via the following links!

Lulu: https://tinyurl.com/lulusweetandspicyebook

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1404908

Commissio: https://commiss.io/listings/RYj1