Breeding the Librarian

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The Wolf and the Bunny

"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 underwear, 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 sate it. 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 his 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.

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