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Once the nearly painful intensity of her heat subsided, Jesse was able to look back at the evening that changed her life forever, and though she was a little bit embarrassed at the thought of likely being seen naked by a myriad of party guests, she couldn't help feeling a new sense of arousal as she recollected the events in her mind.

She lost track of the number of times that she came in the yard, and her inner muscles, even a few days later, were still aching with just how deeply Fred penetrated her. It wasn't uncomfortable; there was no brutal, needless pounding of her cervix, but her sex was stuffed to the edge of what was pleasurable more times than she could properly remember. The yard was littered with excess seed that spilled from the male of her choice, and after their shower yielded another couple rounds, the water in the tub was pooled over with long, thin strands of cum, stubbornly refusing to wash down the drain.

Jesse panted and leaned against the wall as she felt the yield that remained swimming around inside of her womb, leaving a comforting warmth that the steam of the shower and the arms of her lover just couldn't replicate. To be warmed internally with such an intimate substance was mesmerizing to the newly transformed wolfess, and though she was generous enough to give Fred an extended break to rest his loins, she wasn't sure that she could go much longer without another round.

The chemicals that changed her body forever were just that potent, and as far as Jesse could tell, that was the curse that she was going to have to bear in her new form.

Why won't he just wake up already? Jesse thought, her mind boiling over with frustration as she waited for the sleeping canine. On her paws and knees, she allowed the slim, sheer nightie upon her upper body to dangle and drift toward the covers upon the bed, all while her tail lifted above her backside and fluttered around, wafting the scent of a needy female across all corners of the small, cozy bedroom that Fred lived in.

After an exhausting party and a long, long night of sex to follow, Fred was still feeling a bit wiped out, even a few days afterward. The weekend was still young, and without a job to wake up for, it seemed that Fred wasn't going to stir anytime soon, much to the frustration of Jesse, who couldn't help reaching back with a set of pawtips.

She simply had to find her cunt and give it a curious stroke. It wasn't a feverish, vigorous rub, but just a delicate, gentle slide of the digit along smooth, slick vulva, as if to inspect the wetness that was starting to gather. That curiosity lead to a second pawtip settling in next to the first, and an easy, swirling pattern began spreading the labia apart as Jesse tried to be patient for her lover to wake up.

Though it was a rapid transition, she blamed the transforming drink on her sudden attachment to Fred, and the fact that he seemed to be a perfect fit for her. Their bodies were so in tune during the party that it was hard to blame on sheer coincidence, and though Jesse might have been creating her own conclusions, she wasn't upset about them. She was even thrilled to be kneeling next to the wolf that loved her so passionately.

She was less than thrilled with his determination to stay asleep, long past what would have been considered "sleeping in."

That's it, she gave in to her own whims, as she gripped the covers that Fred was tangled within and gave them a quick, harsh yank. Fred's eyes shot right open as the warm, comforting blankets were tossed to the side, and his naked, sleeping form was rushed over with cool air, sending him into an almost immediate shiver.

Though most men would have been crazy to stop a woman who was clearly going in for a taste, Fred had his own logic about his decisions, and though he didn't want to deny himself the pleasure of a morning blowjob, his paw came to rest just under Jesse's chin, right as the tip of her tongue began to swirl around the sheath of the sleeping male. "And...j-just how can I help you?" he asked, struggling to make it through a sentence without releasing a wide, sleepy yawn.

Jesse looked like a child, caught in the act of sneaking into a cookie jar. Her eyes went wide with feigned innocence as she gazed up at Fred, and she tried to smile nervously as her tongue slipped back into her maw. "Just...making sure that you were gonna wake up sometime today, is all!"

"Uh huh. That's a pretty strange way to get someone out of bed."

It might have seemed as though Jesse was the more dominant of the pair of wolves, but in reality, she was simply carrying a greater deal of sexual aggression. Fred was sure to establish himself as the one calling the shots the moment that Jesse elected to stay the night with him, and though it was borderline sadistic, he was enjoying knowing that her body was so overflowing with need, and yet, rather than going to seek someone else to meet her demands, Jesse was completely loyal to him, refusing to leave his side until she could get her way.

Such an exercise in patience would have been torture to some, but just judging by the scent of feminine need that greeted his nostrils, and the quiet, growing sound of slick digits rubbing against lustful flesh, Fred knew that Jesse was enjoying the punishment, at least on some level.

"F-fine," Jesse muttered, unable to keep a quiet moan from slipping into her words. "This heat is fucking killing me. I need you to fuck me...p-please?"

Fred rested a paw under his chin, as if he was really thinking about the proposal. "Hmm...I dunno...I am pretty tired, and I really have to pee...not sure if I'll be able to focus with all of that going on."

Jesse knew that the larger male was just making excuses, but she didn't feel that she could overwhelm him and force him into doing what she wanted. She let out a quiet, desperate whimper of need and flattened her ears slightly, but Fred wasn't swayed in the least. His expression remained the same, and his paw continued to stroke at his chin as he pretended to contemplate his decision, all in the name of teasing Jesse's body to the edge of her patience.

Even when she neared the end of her rope, she didn't jump his bones or make another attempt his sheath. She stayed near it and rumbled with canine delight as she picked up the delicious, masculine scent that came from within, and her eyes widened as the very tip of the bright, reddish-pink member began to emerge, but she did her best to stay in place, save for the trembling of her paws as they clutched at the last remaining sheets.

Able to feel her body quivering through every inch of the bed, Fred decided to put Jesse's loyalty to another test, though he was sure she'd appreciated the relief that she would experience along the way.

"Tell you what. It's laundry day anyway, and I am getting kinda hard just lookin' at you, so...how about we make a terrible mess of the bed?"

Jesse's ears perked right up, and her tail began to swish back and forth with unbridled excitement. "You really think you have that much built up already?" she asked, her voice rapid and eager.

"Of course not; you've drained me pretty much down to the reserves," Fred reminded her, "But...there's something I've been wanting to try with you, and I think now might be the perfect time for it; that is, if you think you can handle it..."

"If it involves you fucking me, I don't think I'm gonna complain," Jesse admitted, and though she remained submissive to Fred, she couldn't help turning about on the bed and arching her back so that the curve of her rump pushed upward, and her womanhood dripped right before the resting wolf, enticing him to finally take some kind of action.

Stubborn as he was being, even Fred couldn't resist the delightful sight of pouted, glistening folds, seated just perfectly between a pair of thick, smooth thighs. Judging by the tiny strands of liquid arousal that were dripping to the bed, Fred could only imagine how long Jesse had been awake and waiting for this, and he couldn't help grinning, feeling like quite the desirable figure to have produced such a yield.

"You say that," he murmured, as he slowly rose up to his knees and began to lean over the smaller, slender beauty beneath him, "But I've really gotta pee."

Desire so thick and palpable that it permeated the very air around the pair of wolves was just enough to make Jesse agree to something that she didn't fully understand. "You'll get to do that when we're done," she muttered, her voice boiling over with sexual frustration. Her tail was wagging rapidly, pinned against the abdomen of the male above her, and her hips were pushing back willfully, just begging for Fred to finally penetrate her folds.

It wasn't until she felt the very tip of his tapered, canine cock against her moist slit that it occurred to her what Fred was going to do.

"...F-Fred...you d-don't mean..."

It was too late for Jesse to back out of the agreement, and as their bodies came ever closer, her sex wouldn't allow her to. A weak, trembling voice faded into a desperate cry of pleasure as Fred's member continued to grow, all in time with his first, easy thrust. After waiting so long for it, the penetration left Jesse literally speechless, and her voice was nothing more than a panting, gasping mess as she dug her claws into the mattress and pushed back again, controlled by the blissful combination of her heated needs, and the mentally domineering male behind her.

Staying true to their canine nature, Fred opted to stay right over the top of Jesse and wrap his arms around her torso, clasping them just under the soft, full flesh of her breasts. They swayed just slightly as Fred began with a gentle pace, and his hips met pleasantly with her backside as he began pumping away at her in a series of quick, but delicate moves. As Jesse panted beneath him, Fred closed his eyes, smirked wide and leaned forth, biting down on the fluffy, excess scruff on the back of Jesse's neck, treating her more like a proper mate than he ever had before.

Already straining under her own weight, and the weight of the man above her, that subtle gesture made Jesse's knees truly weak, and her body wobbled ever so slightly as she embraced the sensuality of the moment, feeling truly like a canine bitch, loving her mate in a manner that truly hearkened back to the style of their ancestors.

This was definitely worth the wait. It's perfect...you're just so perfect, Fred, she thought, and though her muzzle wasn't very well able to shut, the corners turned up into a subtle grin as she allowed her tongue to slip over the edge of her jowls. Eyes began to roll back as she felt Fred picking up his pace, and the full, throbbing inches of his cock teased her inner walls, bringing back memories of that first, ferocious bout that they had in their friend's backyard.

This time around, it was a little different, and the pair of canines were building into that speed, instead of going right for it. Bodies moved in a slow unison, and Jesse allowed Fred to dictate the pace, keeping her body mostly still under the driving weight of his hips, and the delicious, full penetration of his cock.

Barely able to keep herself upright as her body slipped near to a climax, Jesse felt her scruff being stretched out just a little bit as she began to nuzzle down at the mattress with the side of her cheek. Her breasts pushed down into the covers, and the smooth, delicate material brushed and teased over her stiff, eager nipples, threatening to bring her to orgasm that much sooner than she expected.

"I know what you w-want," Fred growled, and though she couldn't see it, Jesse could just hear him smirking through the tone of his voice. "A big, thick knot and l-lots of cum...is that right?"

Whimpering, panting and squeaking, making every single noise other than an actual word, Jesse looked back with a pleading, winced eye and nodded to her lover. Forming any kind of a sentence felt as though it would be a terrible struggle, and the wolfess was more than happy to communicate with her body, adding a quick, playful squeeze of her inner muscles to accentuate her point.

Though he could have gone a good bit longer, that tight, inner grip was enough to speed Fred along, as well, and though it was hard for him to focus on his own pleasure with the pressure of his bladder distracting him, Jesse was doing everything that she could to keep his pace in time with her own.

She could already feel the soothing flood of precum building up and mingling with the slippery juices in her passage, and her small, timid grin was turning into a full-blown, ear-to-ear smile as she felt the familiar buzzing around the nub of her clit, and the uncontrollable, excited fluttering of her womanhood as her inner walls clenched and gripped of their own accord.

"C-cumming...I...I'm cumming!" her voice was a struggling groan, at first, but Jesse was just able to shriek the words out at the top of her lungs, giving Fred both adequate warning, and an unexpected thrill in the process. Her moaning and squealing was the strangest blend of cute and erotic, and Fred couldn't help buying right into the sound, to the point of a fault.

He wanted to last even just a few seconds longer, but as his ears absorbed the sensual melody, his body responded in time, and the thick, round bulb of his knot began pushing at Jesse's folds and spreading them apart, leaving her to silently whimper in the greatest of delights. Her tongue slumped fully over the side of her jowls, her breasts began to sway rapidly, and her body tensed as she felt the knot forcing itself inside of her body, and her folds, despite their experience, struggled to take the massive bulb of flesh, without a little extra help from the man that it was attached to.

Fred wasn't quite so timid about it. "T-that's it, baby...take it...t-take the whole fucking knot!" he growled down at her, and though it wasn't easy for her, she pressed her cheek down firmly and reached back with her paws. She tried to grip the tight, tender flesh of his backside, but settled for grabbing at his thighs and holding on tight as she pounded back at his body, allowing the full, supple curve of her rump to take the brunt of his hips, while his knot crept inside of her with a delicious schlip.

The flood of cum that followed left Jesse literally drooling over the edge of the bed, and her body trembling in place as she felt the familiar, heavenly warmth of seed pouring into her form. Her womb was filled every bit as quickly as she remembered, and though tiny strands were sneaking out though the tight seal of their mating, the bulk of the mess stayed inside of her cunt, even after the minutes passed, and the knot began to deflate slightly.

Panting, quivering and leaning on each other, the pair of heated canines were spent for the moment, but Jesse was so busy swimming around in the ocean of her climax that she forgot all about another moisture, every bit as significant as the first...until she felt something even warmer than cum spilling inside of her sex.

"...Fred...w-what...what the fuck?!" she yelled, her expression more shocked than frustrated. She immediately realized what was happening, but when she looked back to the wolf that was slumped over her body, she saw a facade of utter content upon his face, and his every muscle was relaxing as the built up urine finally poured freely, spilling inside of her and making a terrible mess in the process. "D-damn it..." I really shouldn't be enjoying this...but it feels so fucking good...

Whether it was the taboo of the act, or the fact that she knew Fred was engaging in such a downright canine act of marking, Jesse couldn't be sure what angle the fetish was getting her from, but her body was on edge once more as Fred continued to pee inside of her, uncaring of the mess that it made as it trickled back out of her passage and dripped over her stretched, well-fucked folds.

It wasn't until she heard a murmuring, sleepy "Mine..." from the tired lungs of her lover that Jesse knew how much the act was one of passion, and her cheeks flushed with a hint of warmth at hearing such a word, right after their heated exchange.

The male was unconscious almost the moment that the last drop of piss dripped from his body, and though it was a sizable adjustment of comfort, Jesse was able to find some all the same as she rested in their mingled mess and curled her tail around Fred's lower back.

All yours, Fred...all yours.