ND: LoveGun Talia Ending (Moonlit Regrets)
Story by LiveIron on SoFurry
You decided to use the LoveGun on Talia.
Let's see how that went...
>Why did you shoot Talia?
>Here the two of you were, having a nice, lazy meal out on the back porch later in the evening, when you had the misfortune to aimlessly point out the early moonrise.
>As soon as she looked up at it, her ears pricked, you knew you'd made a mistake.
>"Talia, no."
>The she-wolf looks back at you with a devious smile, her chair scooting back as she slowly stands.
>"Talia, yes," she says, licking her lips before taking a quick drink of water, swirling it around her mouth.
>"This is not fair!" you say, slowly standing as well. "It's only when you see it, not when I do!"
>"You did it because you want it, Anon. Don't lie..."
>"Talia, there hasn't been a cloudy night in weeks," you say, glancing to the side, planning your route. "My hips won't take it."
>"Too bad," she chuckles, leaning forward a little over the table, her tail wagging slowly behind her.
>"Should have thought about that before deciding to marry a wolf."
>"It's superstition and it's only on the full moon, not every single appearance, you horny bitch."
>Talia growls playfully.
>"Oh, now you're really asking for it, dumbass..."
>You're a little surprised that you manage to spring out of the way when the she-wolf clears the table, pouncing on the space you were just in -- and a little proud of yourself as well.
>Evidently, you have been getting better.
>"Anon, get back here!" she barks as you run off into the back yard, making the most of what little lead you have.
>"Come get me!"
>In seconds, you hear her huffing behind you as she pounds on the grass, and a stream of 'ohshitohfuck' comes out between your own breaths.
>You dart into the woods, zipping between trees and over fallen logs.
>The uncertain terrain full of low-growing plants will slow her down. Hopefully, more than it does you.
>You look over your shoulder every now and then, the she-wolf's huffing and puffing echoing through the woods; it's dark enough under the canopy that it's difficult to see much further than 20-some feet.
>Not for Talia, though.
>You're hoping your zig-zagging trail was enough to at least throw her off for a little while, let you circle back to the house and --
>"You remember what they said in hunter's safety, Anon?"
>You freeze, the she-wolf's voice echoing all around you. The dark forest reveals nothing as you stumble your way into a small clearing, your breathing heavy.
>"Check your surroundings."
>You jumped when she whispered the first word in your ear; by the last you're whirled around to face her, just in time for the now-nude she-wolf to tackle you.
>The clearing is thankfully free of hidden stones or logs, though the fallen leaves do little to cushion your impact, nor the impact of the 600 pound she-wolf that drops on top of you.
>Talia wastes no time, her hands wrapping around your head and pulling you up to her hungry lips. She ignores your token attempts at resistance, pushing up at her fur-covered curves that keep you down by weight alone as she devours your lips.
>As her teeth and tongue assault your lips, your cheeks, your chin, your shoves and punches reluctantly turn to gropes and squeezes.
>"Give up?" she breathes, running her thumbs down your cheeks before diving back in, filling your mouth with too much tongue to answer.
>"Yeah," you pant when you're finally able, your lips sore already from her nipping and tugging.
>Talia growls, rubbing the side of her face along yours. Her hands dip down, grabbing the collar of your shirt.
>"Talia, don't --!"
>The sound of your shirt tearing fills the woods before you can finish. You let out an angry groan, giving her an open-handed punch to the ribs.
>"Fuck you, you big bitch! That's the fifth one this week!"
>"You're really gonna hate this then," she snarls, and tears open your pants.
>"Gaah!" you yell, doing your best to ignore her hand on your excited member. "There's a zipper there for a reason you goddamn animal!"
>"Sorry," the she-wolf coos, having the audacity to give you a kiss on the cheek before saying into your ear: "moonlight and wolves are a dangerous mix."
>She bites your earlobe before you have the chance to lay into her, your tongue-lashing instead coming out as a squeak.
>Clearly from her nibbles on your ear, not the strong, squeezing pawpads around your dick.
>You shiver when they turn to sloppy licks, her hips shifting down onto you as her legs intertwine with yours.
>"Are you ready?" she whispers, her teeth scraping your cheek as her excitement drips onto you.
>"God, yes."
>With a growl, Talia drops herself onto your waiting length, her legs tensing against yours. You grip her fur tight as she rocks herself into place, gasping when she tugs and twists your ear in her teeth, getting you to crane your neck back.
>The she-wolf huffs and puffs in your face as she begins to rock herself against you, scraping your back along the forest floor as the two of you rut.
>The two of you bite at each other's lips as she goes, her claws digging into your shoulders while you wrap your arms tight around her, hanging on as her legs tense and untense against yours.
>It's not long before the she-wolf wins, growling with pleasure when she gets a firm grip on your lower lip, teasing it with her tongue as you wince.
>She lets go, dragging her tongue all over your face as she arches her back, pressing down on your pelvis.
>When you grunt, she lets up, clutching your shoulders tighter and rocking to the side.
>You're on top now, but there's no doubt that you're still at her mercy. Her legs spread yours to the limit, pumping you into her with just slight movements.
>Talia gets her snout out of your face, pressing it into her neck-fluff and folding her muzzle over the back of your head, letting you feel the pleased rumbling of her throat up close.
>She smells like the woods, her fur soft as moss.
>A whine escapes her, and you're violently thrown beneath her once more, leaves and twigs pricking your bare back. Talia disentangles her legs from yours with something between a grunt and a whine, putting them between yours as her hands slip behind your head.
>It's all you can do to hold on as she presses her awoobies down on your face and spreads your legs out once more, your throbbing member feeling the cruel chill of the night air for a moment when you slip out.
>The way her fingers shake and fumble with it as she brings you back in makes it pulse even harder.
>...Say nothing of the soft tits on your face and the fact she's got you in amazon now.
>Talia's breaths devolve into rapid, rasping moans as she goes back to pounding you into the ground, even harder than before.
>Your pants and gasps are irregular, her breasts jiggling around your face and only shifting enough for you to breath every now and then as you weakly attempt to thrust up into her.
>She hisses, pressing down on you hard and twitching slightly, her back arching as she moves your head.
>"Suck, suck, suck," she rasps, pressing her nipple to your lips.
>You release into her as you do, and she lets out a long, groaning sigh, relaxing down on you.
>"Fuck..." she breathes, her hips gyrating slowly, minutely on your own as you fill her.
>After a few moments of sucking on the she-wolf's breast, feeling it heave against your face, you gently tap at it. Talia lifts up, twingeing again as your teeth scrape her on the way out.
>You're the one to shiver as she sits up and back on your hips, her walls still tight on your tender member.
>"How... the fuck..." you begin, looking up at her.
>The moonlight makes her light fur glow, her amber eyes wide as she pants with a smile, her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth.
>"What are you going to do when we have kids?" you say.
>"What do you mean?"
>"We can't exactly fuck every time you see the moon if you're pregnant."
>The she wolf leans down and kisses you again, gently this time.
>It's a long and deep kiss, her hands going to your face, and yours to hers as your tongues intertwine.
>She pulls back with a hum, just enough for both of you to breathe.
>"Guess you'll have to figure that out."
>You groan when she gets up off of you, leaving your dick to flop in the cold air. She walks to the edge of the clearing, waiting patiently for you to get up.
>"We've both probably got about a thousand ticks now..." you grumble, gathering up the tatters of your shirt and holding your pants together.
>Talia snorts, picking up her nice, intact clothes -- and slings them over her shoulder.
>"Extra grooming time, dumbass."
>You groan again as the two of you begin the walk back to the house.
>Fucking hell.
>Why didn't Cupid tell you that your best friend was a horndog...?
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