A Wolf on Sauria Ch.3
#3 of AWoS
Krystal panted as she jogged onward. She halted to listen and glance over her shoulder. Even under her slight body, her paws sunk a bit in the rich, moist soil. There was a path of silence following her through the lively jungle. She didn't linger. Splashing across a brook, she started up a steep hill. Home wasn't far away now.
In the dirt next to the water she left something behind which captured the attention of her pursuer. Wolf crouched down to get a better look at the shape in the dirt. A triangular pad with four ovals above, a perfect imprint of her dainty little pink fox paw. Something was awakened deep inside- but not as deep as he wanted to be in her. After planting a litter in her, he could coat her paws with the excess seed. Yes, that was a good idea. His tongue lolled out panting while his cock swelled up, trying to break through the codpiece. He placed his hand next to the print and vacuumed up the traces of her scent.
Above him a pair of pterosaurs passed by, each ridden by one of his spearlizards. Two more knights came next, one of which circled around and descended. The lizard stepped off his beast and bowed deeply before the wolf.
Fox groaned as he climbed out of the bed, then advanced groggily toward the kitchen. Krystal could jump out of bed in the morning without a problem but he was slower to get started.
They had a nice kitchen with stone tabletops supported on the root like architecture, plenty of skylights in the ceiling to allow the sunshine in. An array of mugs hung on curling tendrils over the sink. He frowned, not finding his favorite- the one with the starfox team logo. A shrug and he took another one, then set a pot of homegrown coffee brewing.
Outside, the lagoon was looking bright and warm in the morning sun. It might evolve into a fishing day, he contemplated as he scratched his back and gave another loud yawn.
Somebody took a loud, sloppy sip from the other side of the room. Definitely not Krystal's manner of drinking. They were plunging their tongue in and out of the liquid.
A lupine monster was leaning on the far end of the counter. Hunched over, leering with the posture of a predator about to pounce from a rock. Wolf poured himself another shot of wine from the bottle into the missing mug. He had put on quite a bit of muscle since the last time Fox had seen him. A physique befitting a barbarian warlord.
There was no surprise on Fox's face. He fixed Wolf with a stone cold gaze, waiting for a move to be made. Questions were begged in his mind, but it would do no good to ask. Fox and Wolf both knew perfectly where they stood with each other.
"Funny, eh? This big ol' universe and we keep running into each other. Well, truth be told I'm not here for your hide this time around, fox boy. I got a hot little piece of tail in my sights. Girlfriend of yours?"
The immediate snarl on Fox's face confirmed what Wolf already suspected.
"More than that, huh? Perfect,"
Fox sucked in a deep breath, bracing himself.
"She's got nothing to do with this, Wolf. What did you do with her?"
"I don't know about that. She might have everything to do with this. You always manage to snatch victory out of my jaws, Starfox. Every single time we cross paths. I've always dreamed of blasting you out of the sky. But...might be there's another route to settle this score of ours, even more satisfying than setting your tail on fire,"
Dashing across the kitchen charging directly at Wolf, Fox ducked and rolled under the counter grabbing his blaster concealed under it. He popped up on the other side with the pistol aimed right between Wolf's eyes. He was small and lean, probably less than half Wolf's mass soaking wet. But he could look fierce when he really wanted to.
"Good. You haven't let yourself get complacent out here,"
"Where is she?" Fox asked through bared teeth.
Wolf ripped a chunk of the countertop off, flipping it up as he charged. Fox fired, blasting chunks of molten stone out of the makeshift shield. He rolled out of the way as Wolf slammed into the wall at full speed. Fox darted around and jumped up, climbing on Wolf's back and hooking an arm around his throat. Reaching back, Wolf peeled the fox off him and tossed him over his head and across the living room. Fox slammed against the couch, tipping over backwards with it. Using it as cover, he took aim as Wolf ducked behind a wall.
His voice taunted Fox from just out of sight.
"Once I get ahold of your wifey, I'm going to lay that body down and mate with her all good god damned night. I can tell she's frustrated. That pussy of hers is aching for some wolf therapy. You'll come and rescue the fair maiden. I know you'll manage to pull it off. But when you do, you'll have to carry her 'cuz she sure as hell won't be walking straight for a while! HA!"
Fox was nearly seeing red. As the anger vibrated in his bones, he didn't notice what was creeping up behind him. He had his back to the entrance to the deck and a pair of reptilian snouts poked through the curtain. Two Sharpclaw grunts emerged. Only a shadow warned him of the lizard swinging its spear down, attempting to clobber him over the head with the shaft. He dodged aside and the couch was broken in half. He popped up and blasted one immediately. The other swung its spear, but Fox ducked under and then double tapped the lizard.
The floor vibrated as a burly sharpclaw knight dropped down on the deck just outside, swiping down the curtain with his axe. Clad in bone armor, it hissed at him with weapon and shield at the ready. Fox didn't need to dispatch this one though, as something swooped down to crash into him in a furious assault of beak and talons. The knight was flipped head over tail into the lagoon.
It was Shrike, saddled up but without Krystal. As Fox spotted the wounded wing, the pit in his stomach became heavier.
Wind blasted over them as Wolf's armored pterosaur soared just over the house and quickly ascended. No time for a shot at that scoundrel, and Shrike likely couldn't handle a rider in his condition. Fox pounded a fist on the deck's railing, then turned toward Shrike and gave him a pat on the neck.
"I owe you one. Rest up, buddy. We'll both be back soon,"
As Krystal topped the hill, the lagoon came into view. She was on the far side, their home just across the water. It'd be safe from that beast stalking her. Or at least she and Fox could handle him together. But even as she was feeling some relief, the jungle came alive as somebody emerged to bear hug her from behind. A hand clasped over her mouth, covered in green scales.
A hiss slithered into her ear. Either he was telling her to be quiet or he was horny or about to eat her. Possibly all three. She was pulled back into the bushes. Shoved down a path and then down and around a rising ridge of rock. The entrance to a cave lay tucked between a set of trees, the branches hanging over it with fabric curtains.
"Go on! Inside, quickly!"
The interior was lit with torches, revealing a minimum effort to decorate the place with rugs and tapestries. Alcoves were cut into the walls, lit with torches and containing various items.
She was released then, whirling on her captor. He looked to be a green scaled Sharpclaw, clad in purplish cloth robes and wavering smoothly on a single tail rather than legs. His face peeked out from beneath the outfit's plumed hood.
After a brief bow, he spoke.
"I apologize. There are Sharpclaw all over the place and I didn't want to risk getting their attention. I saw what happened earlier and just wanted to help,"
"I thank you, but I have to get back home. Fox.."
His voice followed her.
"The offworlder seems to be interested in you. I doubt he will bother anyone else if you lay low for a bit,"
Krystal halted at the exit, a sliver of sunlight crossing her face. He may have a point. She wouldn't want to lead that monster back home, but would he even give up so easily? How long would he haunt the jungle out there?
"I..well, yes, he's certainly after me,"
Suddenly her hands were seized and brought back behind her, fastened with a pair of woven wicker bindings. She shouted, trying to pull away but that tail of his was already curling around her waist. He fastened more bindings to her ankles, then connected the two with a rope. Tightening it, he brought her down to her knees. As she wriggled and growled, he extended his tail to stand at full height with arms crossed looking over her rather smugly.
"That means you're in demand! And will fetch me a nice, hefty price,"
The shopkeeper snapped his fingers at a small lightfoot dinosaur sweeping the floor.
"You! Go find that wolf, or one of his mooks and tell them we've got a nice hot vixen in stock!"
Led to a cell near the back of the shop, Krystal's restraints were tied into a ring on the wall. A lever clicked and an iron grate closed her off. The shopkeeper whistled to himself as he slithered away, leaving her shaking her head in aggravation at the turns this day was taking.
First she tried working her wrists, hoping to find some angle to slide out. No luck. The corner of the doorway looked fairly sharp, enough to scrape through if only she could reach from the back wall. With a huff, she stood still. Forced to be on display here like the rest of the goods. About to be turned over to that wolf.
She wondered what he was going to do with her once he found her tied up and helpless like this. What would that giant brute do with a tiny, nearly naked, blushing female? Well...he already admitted what he wanted to do to her earlier.
Krystal's heat was starting to flare again, probably from the lull in the action. Her nipples began to stiffen, pressing out behind the leather cups cradling her breasts. The wetness between her legs welled up. So her body was betraying her as well. Preparing itself to be seized and bent over, surrendered to an impractically huge erection and equally huge knot that would surely follow.
She felt warmth on her ankle as her pussy had saturated the thong and began to drip. Although maybe it would be useful. Pulling and working her foot, she found it starting to slip out. Angling herself to add a little more lubrication, she continued her wriggling until her foot popped free. Once the binding was kicked entirely off, the rope behind her went slack. She was able to slide free of the ring and went directly to the edge of the doorway, beginning to scratch at the wrist bindings.
Shaking her hands out, Krystal found herself fully free. In keeping with dumb villain decorum, the shopkeeper hadn't taken her staff. It was able to reach the lever and she was out, leaving only a puddle in the cell. She didn't want to risk an encounter with the Shopkeeper and there was no telling how soon the wolf would arrive. There was, however, a cool soothing current of air blowing between her legs from deeper in the chamber. In the darkness between two torches, she found a natural cave passage. A mere crack, but still wide enough for her slight frame to slip through and off into the depths.
Anyone else would be terrified when Wolf marched in, flanked by a couple of his soldiers. The Shopkeeper only grinned.
"Your boy told me you've got that whore in here,"
"Yes sir! Now what sort of price range are we talking here? I take gold, scarabs, or -"
The scattergun bumped against the shopkeeper's face.
"I'm not paying for shit. I'm here to fuck. Quit jerking my tits around and go get her!"
His life he valued slightly more than money and so the Shopkeeper did as he was told, with a gracious bow out of the room. When he returned minutes later, he was a few paler shades of green and carrying a bag with him.
"Lord Wolf, Sir? C-can I by chance offer you a nice bafomdad instead?"
Wolf took the bafomdad and bit the fluffy, red, bunny-like creature's head off. It was a passable snack. Not good but not bad either.
"Ahh..So she slipped away again did she? Hmm. She's making for one hell of a hunt!"