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With many of the lights down, a dim flickering from atop the mantle set the evening mood. Curled up with a book, and nary a sound or a soul, she simply turned the pages in silence, her knees pulled up onto the sofa cushions as she read in earnest. The fragrances the candles produced further enhanced it all, as she let out a little sigh, equal parts content, and forlorn. For just a moment, she stopped, looking away from the book, and down her front. Almost never did she wear her uniform this late into the evening, and certainly not on a day such as this. Yet, here she was, skirt, apron, buttons and all, long after her Master had departed for bed. Her eyes drifted over to the coffee table in the center of the lounge, where a happy birthday card still sat, propped up and half-open. Beside it, her Master's half-finished bottle of whiskey. Beside that, a couple of stacked, rectangular boxes, with clothes still neatly folded within, to be ironed, put away, and worn later.

Despite her protests, Master had made a bit of a fuss about her special day, and it all led to a small celebration between just the two of them. Cake, presents and all. While the remainder of the cake had since been tucked away in the refrigerator, and much of the wrap cleaned and the decorations cleared, in the end, it seemed as though he had indeed used it as another excuse to get drunk.

“Nanani, my dear, we simply must dance some more!" he shouted jovially, extending his arm out to her again, to which she simply smiled and tugged on said arm, clasping both of her hands around his much larger one.

“Master, please~ We've been dancing for over an hour! You're going to fall and hurt yourself again, and you know your hip is in bad shape…" she said, as sweetly as she could, while still expressing explicit disapproval.

“Ahhhh…. Fine, fine. I think you're probably right…" he replied with a grumble, before lifting the bottle in his hand to have one more sip.

She quickly removed one of her hands to grab the bottle, gently tugging it away from him, and at the very least, stopping him from continuing. He stared down at her, visibly confused amidst his rosy disposition.

“Master…~" her voice had fallen to just above that of a whisper. “It's been a lovely evening, I promise. But, I think it's time for bed. You must be exhausted after putting all of this together…"

He just started down at her for a moment, his stare glassy and unmoving. That is, until a yawn began to creep over his mustachioed face, and he finally released his grip on the neck of the bottle.

“Attentive as ever, Nanani… Even when I beg you not to be." he grumbled. “Fine, you win. I'll see myself off to my room… without old Thomas, too. I promise."

He added that last bit with a vague, barely accurate gesture towards the bottle that she had already taken the opportunity to set upon the coffee table, before returning to his side.

“Thank you, Master. You know how much I appreciate that, but, do you mind if I see you off to your door, at the very least?" she smiled sweetly up at him, clutching his hand tightly.

For as sloshed as he was, it took him a moment to think upon what she'd just said, but eventually, he smiled again.

“Yes, my dear, of course you may. By all means."

As they walked arm in arm down the hall, he used his other to listlessly reach for the wall, just in case he stumbled. Each time he did, however, she held tightly onto him, keeping him from overcorrecting too much. Although it was only a couple dozen feet, it was still a bit of a journey just to get him there; the single, two-paneled door that angled ever so slightly into his bedroom was only barely cracked open, and she made sure to lead on just far enough to push it the rest of the way for him, without ever leaving his side.

She didn't, however, step inside with him, simply allowing him to proceed on through as she gently pulled away. He stumbled to a bit of a stop for a moment, and then turned to face her, standing there in the opening.

In trying to appear even half-way sober, he over-exaggeratedly slapped his hands on his thighs before bending down the foot and a half or so to her level, looking at her as directly as he could muster.

“Hhhappy birthday, Nanani." he slurred a bit.

“Thank you, Master~" she replied in a much more direct, but warm and fluttery tone.

Another pause, as he simply stared at her, a bit frozen in his own thoughts, before he cleared his throat again. “Don't…. Don't go getting into any trouble tonight. Okay?"

This last bit caught even her off guard, but after barely more than a pause of her own, she simply nodded and whispered to him. “I won't, I promise~"

Again. Silence. But after a few seconds, he nodded too, standing back up straight, and turning away, stumbling all the way into his bedroom now, without much more than a couple of words under his breath. She simply reached for the door knob, and pulled it closed with a soft click.

For a few minutes she remained there, both hands softly resting on the door as she leaned in. While she generally wore her long ears down, with a little help from her hand, she could lift one up as she pressed it to the door just beside where its catch in the frame. Where the most sound seeped through. For those few minutes she could hear him talking to himself, although most of it was nonsense. It sounded to her at first as though he had sat himself in his chair inside, continuing to speak about various things, from work, to her birthday, to bills, and even a few other names she had never even heard before sprinkled in between. But, eventually, things grew quieter. Only the occasional thump as a heap of clothes were discarded, or the creaking of his bed frame could be heard in between long intervals of no sound. His footsteps, mainly, were hardly apparent, which meant he was far away, and that's what mattered to her.

Until, with a small sigh of relief to accompany it, she could hear him begin to snore, and that was when she finally pulled away from the door, scurrying back down the hall, and into the lounge area.

That had been a couple of hours ago now, and admittedly, it wasn't nearly as late as she'd made it out to be. Only a quarter past nine, now. She had every intention to simply sit and read as much of her book as her eyes would allow, before they grew heavy.

But, they simply weren't heavy. They were restless.

With a soft snap, the book shut in her hands, and she slid off the end of the chair, to go and place it on the coffee table beside everything else. She looked down at the bottle, a brief, intrusive thought creeping across her mind to simply pick it up, and take it into the kitchen, before pouring it all down the sink.

No. Despite everything, that was simply unbecoming. Even on her birthday. She just sighed as she turned back toward the mantle. Up onto her tippy toes she went, and with a little puff of air, the first candle went out. Then, she walked over to the other. Same thing. With the last of the lights out, the lounge area was as dark as can be, save for the back porch lights that seeped through the open windows.

Those were next.

She cracked open the back patio door after a few more minutes, stepping into the pair of slippers she kept handy beside the floor mat, just for these little excursions. For whatever reason, the lightswitch was on the outside, rather than in, and while she didn't mind the cold in the least, just making the trip outside was a bit of a bother. She cracked the door open, slipping through as little space as she needed, before closing it behind her. The switch was only just beside the door. Rather than turn it off immediately, she instead proceeded out onto the steps of the small concrete pad and simply sat down.

Ahead of her - as much as she could see - was the lawn. Stretching out into the blackness, which seemed so near. Of course, that was due to the still brilliantly brimming lights, but it wasn't really the view she was interested in anyway. She simply sat her rump on the top step, while her feet sat flat on the next.

The soft whistling of the wind was about all that was notable. Here in Snowpoint, by this time just days after the beginning of autumn, the usual winter you'd see anywhere else was starting to set in. The trees were long bare, and while the ground was still visible, it was simply riddled with the remains of dead leaves and exposed dirt. The brilliant colors one would associate with the time had shone weeks ago. The cold was here, and the city would soon pack hunker down for another very long cold season. One that even she was not particularly enthralled by.

She put her hands down, pushing up and standing again for a moment, before turning to flick off the lights; all of them at the same time. As soon as she'd done this, however, she heard another sound. A distant one. Almost melodic in nature. The wind itself maintaining a bright and inconsistent high note, while this one was low, long, and very much apparent.

She felt her heart almost leap into her throat as she whirled around, looking back out over the open space of the backyard. With the renewed darkness in front of her no longer washed out by the lights, she could make out the silhouettes beyond; the tops of pines and the edge of the brush. Her heart raced as she thought for a moment, eyes scanning the dim horizon.

There was always a risk in this, and her Master had said not to get into any trouble. But she could feel it. There was no mistaking, of course. She knew that sound all too well.

With her hands clutched to her chest, she briefly looked back toward the house, now completely devoid of artificial light from the outside. No longer did her bed call to her, but instead, this sound in the distance. One she hadn't heard in months, but one she was so immediately excited to hear again.

Though it had only been a dozen or so seconds, to her, it felt like an hour. An hour that was quickly displaced by another, even longer, and equally distant call. One that she didn't even let finish, before she kicked off her slippers, and pitter-pattered down the steps, before taking off across the cold grass on only her bare feet.

She ran as fast as she could muster toward the sound, her arms out, almost flailing as she failed to even convey an ounce of some sort of athleticism. Her legs were not for running, but merely for standing. For propping up her utterly unique form. A Glaceon on only two, of course. She could walk just fine, but running. It was not something she did so well.

As she reached the edge of the lawn, she found herself stepping over and around dead leaves and twigs, the ground rough beneath them. Quickly she slowed, not wanting to step on or trip over anything errant, her gaze shifting down to her feet as she looked for stones and roots that might trip her up, cautious to step over any she thought she might see. Her eyes had begun to adjust, and making things out was becoming much easier, much more quickly. It was moments like this that she was reminded that she could indeed see quite well out here, if only she gave herself time to get used to it. That small smidgen of wild Pokemon that still stirred within her. That same smidgen that may in fact have been compelling her to run into the woods at this very moment.

Her long ears had picked up on the sound rather easily. Surely this was the right direction, she thought. Just a ways in, and she knew she'd find the source. Up and over more roots and past trees, she put her paw on one as she carefully stepped over a particularly grimy patch of leaves, when with a start, she suddenly whipped her head around to look to her right.

A thunderous, booming howl caught her, nearly causing her to stumble as she squeaked with surprise. In doing so, her foot caught a rock, and while the immediate pain of kicking it with her foot was what caused her to exclaim “Ow--!", catching herself with her hands as she landed on her knees immediately took over as the most painful thing in her life at that instant. Just barely she had kept herself from going face first into some mud, and she quickly pulled herself up again, looking down her front. Her uniform seemed mostly unscathed, though it was obvious she had gathered a bit of dirt and mud on both of her knees.

“Oh, damn it…" she whispered under her breath, putting her shoulder into the trunk of the tree as she began to reach down, brushing off her knees as best as she could with her little hands. There was no way she was getting it all out of her fur entirely, but she did the best she could, rubbing and swiping at them for a moment before she proceeded on down to her shins and ankles, bending just a bit further.

That is, until she froze. She could feel her uniform being tugged at, just barely, right at the hem behind her. As though it had snagged on to something. Picking her hands up slowly, she didn't make any sudden movements at first, but her plan was quickly aborted as her uniform was suddenly yanked on, and she began to fall backwards with a yip.

Rather than land on her rump, however, she was caught, as a big and furry arm wrapped around her midsection, and she felt her backside sink into even softer, and thicker fur. Her gaze turned upward, and there, staring at her, was a pair of glowing, bright red eyes, a toothy snout, and a little tongue just barely hanging from it, panting lightly as it looked down at her.

“Oh!" she almost immediately settled down upon seeing his face, putting her hand to her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. “Rouga, my dear… you startled me~"

His demeanor somehow softened even further, as though he were frowning. He leaned forward as he used his big arm to pull her up onto her feet again, much to her sudden surprise, as she had just begun to reach up for the big Lycanroc's head with both of her paws, before she was suddenly up on her feet. She spun around to look at him again, only to see his eyes looking this way and that, his nose twitching rapidly as he sniffed the air all around him.

“Rouga? Is something the matter..?" she asked, a bit perplexed by this. While his nose typically behaved like this, generally, he used it to lead himself to her, but he seemed rather focused on something else, until he began to actually turn and… walk away.

“Oh! Wait!" she just about stumbled again as she hurried after him in a start, but quickly remembered to actually pick her feet up this time so as not to trip again. “W-where are you going??"

As she called out to him, he didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, but continued to lumber away from her, arms swinging as he continued deeper into the woods. She wasn't particularly fast, but, was certainly moving with more urgency, even with her high steps and the feeling of the occasional slightly sharp object on the bottom of her paws.

“I came to see you!" she attempted to call out to him, but it didn't seem to dissuade him much. Her brow furrowed with frustration, but this didn't deter her, and she picked up the pace a little more. No sooner had she done this, however, did she almost trip yet again, her frustration with her own self mounting as she sort of lunged at him, grabbing him by the arm in an effort to catch herself, and squeaking again in the process.

He stopped cold, his nose going quiet as he looked down at her, both of her arms wrapped around his one, clinging on tightly.

“S-sorry…" she said meekly, not meaning to crash into him like this, but not so immediately letting go.

His head tilted as he stared at her, clearly a bit confused but, nothing more than that.

As she righted herself again, relaxing her grip on his arm, but not completely letting go, she piped up again. “I… I came to see you, Rouga! I know it's been a few weeks, but… I was really hoping to see you tonight…"

His head simply tilted the other way, his large mane flopping the opposite direction as he did.

“And, well, today is a very special day for me, seeing as it's my birthday… and I wanted to spend the rest of my evening with you, if you're willing…" she said all of this rather quietly, stumbling over her words a bit, as each one seemed less and less effect at making a dent in the wolf's disposition. He was silent for a few moments, but eventually he opened his mouth to speak.

“Birth…day?" he slowly repeated back with a sort of grunt.

“Yes! Birthday!" she replied in earnest. “The special day, once a year, where we celebrate how long we've been alive~ It's rather simple, really."

Again, he was just quiet, looking at her for a very long time, his eyes barely moving, but enough to know that he was definitely contemplating what she'd just said. He wasn't unintelligent. She knew this well. Communication was simply a thick, barely penetrable barrier.

“...Birth day." he repeated one more time, but then shook his head, gently tugging his muscular arm away from her. “No."

“...no?" she replied, immediately a little defeated, bringing her hands back to her chest.

“You." he pointed at her with a grunt. “Birth day." and then brought his paw back to his chest. “Me. Find mate."

Perhaps it was simply projection on her part, but she couldn't help but notice the subtle change in tone, his usual monotonous grunting when he tried to speak, pitching down as he said this last bit. Almost forlorn. And was that his eyes, also looking down? Away from her?

“Oh… well, Rouga, that's alright, because I'm your mate… remember?" she began, carefully extending a hand out to him again.

His eyes followed it as it neared, but he simply backed away again, flashing his teeth, but not quite snarling.

“No." he said one more time. “For.. ever mate."

She could feel her heart sink as he sounded at those last two words.

“Forever mate…" she repeated dejectedly, her own eyes glancing down. “Then I am not your forever mate…"

The Lycanroc sucked in his tongue again, something he always had to actively remember to do. “Mate… sea son."

He seemed to almost whisper this. Of course, they had discussed this before. In the time since their first meeting nearly a year ago, they had spent multiple evenings together. Perhaps not all as fruitful as the last, but certainly productive, exciting, and overall some of the best times she'd ever had before. To see him like this was rather worrying. He had never not been excited to see her, and now, it was apparent why. Mating season. The time to truly come together with his own species and sire Rockruff pups… Something in the back of her mind she knew would come, and he had mentioned before, but… She didn't expect it to honestly, truly change anything between them. Not so suddenly. Not like this.

And then it hit her, like a light turning on inside her mind.

“...Why are you here, then? Why are you so close to my home if… you're supposed to be searching for your forever mate?" she asked, a swelling in her breathing as she found herself suddenly a bit hopeful.

The Lycanroc did not respond, however, simply averting his eyes, but not moving.

She looked down at her feet - there was no debris on the ground between them - and then looked back up at him again, before making a couple of small, cautious and careful steps his way. He didn't move, and that allowed her to take her hands, and gently place them on his chest, as she looked up at him, staring into his luminescent eyes.

“...Did a part of you hope that it could be me? Are you disappointed that I'm not in heat? Is that it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Still he stared, and still he didn't move at all. She then lifted her hands up and around his big mane, interlocking her fingers as she held him there, reaching about as high as was possible for her without rising up onto her tippy paws.

“You know we can do both, my dear. Celebrate my birthday and… make your mating season a successful one~" she stretched for his ears when she spoke, wanting to make sure he heard every word.

He didn't seem too fazed by it. Not at first, anyway, speaking up once more.

“Your home. There." and again, he pointed, off in the direction of the house. “And mine… there." and he swung his arm to point past her. Behind her.

Her hands gently parted, but her fingers remained in his mane, delicately weaving their way through as she found his head within, and scratched the back of it with a very quiet and resigned huff. She thought for a moment before she spoke, her heart beating faster and faster. This might become exactly the trouble her Master had warned her of. But, given the circumstances. Given the time and the day. The night's events. And perhaps, just a bit of resentment in her heart, there was this compelling thought.

This granular notion.

One that she seized upon.

“...Then take me there, Rouga. Take me to your home, and perhaps… we can make it ours~" she whispered to him, her words gently rolling off of her tongue, and into his ear, which seemed to twitch in response.

He pulled his head back, looking at her again. His nose began to move as well, lightly sniffing the air. Her bright smile didn't waver, no matter how long he seemed to let her words soak in. Even when his tongue rolled out of his mouth again, agape as he began to pant, she only leaned in again, picking up one leg as she braced against him, her hands flat on his shoulder, as she craned to reach his ear once more.

“I want to be your forever mate~"

There was no more hesitation. No more pause between them. The Lycanroc lunged forward, lowering his shoulder as his arms swept her off her one leg, and in not but a second, even in spite of another surprised yip, he had lifted the little Glaceon all the way up, and slung her over his shoulder.

Her natural response was to quickly grip his thick fur for purchase, but his grasp on her legs was firm, as he quickly bounded ahead. There was almost no gradual increase to his speed. Usually when he ran along, he dropped to all fours, using his big mitts to assist his legs as he sort of bounded forward, but with her as his surprise passenger, he only seemed to lean into his free hand, as though it were a walking cane. It wasn't quite as fast as she'd expected, but they were still moving, and moving fast; faster than she could run, at least. And he, the big and wild canine that he was, completely unbothered by the ground beneath them.

Initially, there was that tinge of primal fear, to be suddenly gathered up by this feral canine. But, after so many of their little excursions together over the past year, she found a strange sort of calm. Almost more than that of what she'd felt earlier that evening, looking at her Master stumble around with bottle in hand. This was… exhilarating. A little frightening, yes, but the fear was exciting in its own way.

She didn't squirm, she didn't kick, and she didn't protest in the least. Wherever he would go, so too would she. The only thought that gave her pause: She likely wouldn't make it back home tonight.

The darkness of the evening seemed to close in as the brush and the trees grew thicker. Despite the distance, it didn't take too terribly long, by her estimation, the Lycanroc huffing and snorting through his nose as he carried the uniformed Glaceon to his den. A den she only realized was their destination the moment they stepped inside. Given she couldn't really see behind her, carried the way she was, and admittedly, she had grown a little lightheaded on the way over. As his footfalls grew heavier, slapping on the stone as they entered within, it only just dawned on her that they had made it all the way to the mountain beyond the treeline. Or at least, the base of it. No sooner did they step inside, however, did the Lycanroc then set her down, and very gently at that.

“Oh my goodness…" she finally muttered, realizing how dizzy she was the moment her paws found the cave floor. But the moment she began to stumble a little, his mitts both found her left hand, carefully holding it in between them.

As soon as her head stopped spinning, she looked around, only to see his eyes again, still glaring at her with such a mesmerizing stare. He snorted and sniffed her way, but began to walk again, nudging her hip with his hand as he pulled away from her, and began to make his way to the back of the cave, his paws having parted from her own. She watched him as he went, that familiar swagger in his step that she hadn't seen all evening was back in spades, and that alone told her everything she needed to know. What's more, is there was a dim glow emanating from wherever it was that he was headed, the tunnel bending around as he turned with it.

Only after watching him go, did she take great care in following. It wasn't a particularly large cave. The ceiling perhaps was only a head higher than he was tall, but it wasn't claustrophobic either. Enough room for two more of her to walk on either side. Not that it was consistent as, when the cave began to bend around, it narrowed considerably. She felt as though she might have to turn sideways as it continued, getting closer and closer, but she only just avoided this possibility, as she turned to see where he had gone.

The tunnel opened up into a much more considerable cavern, shaped and hollowed out in almost perfect, spherical shape, the ceiling vaulted much higher than the entryway. Inside was a myriad of steadily glowing and flickering dried out bulbs, halved and opened with little flames that seemed to burn within without a wick, roasting the waxy contents within. This provided the majority of the light, and she could see a smattering of other things as well. Surprisingly, there was even a bent out of shape chair, its frame misshapen, and some of the latticing broken through. Likely a garbage find from somewhere in town.

In another spot, there was a heap of various cloths and fabrics, many of which seemed mossy in quality, but others more woolen and, again, likely discarded in dumpsters nearby, but surprisingly well-cleaned. Of everywhere they'd been, here was where there was no dirt. No grime. No gunk. No mud. It was as presentable and clean as a cave could be; only slightly muggy and… well, unmistakably odorous. The way he smelled, to be specific. One that she had gotten used to more quickly than she could have possibly imagined. But here, in particular, it was extra pungent.

Of course, there were other piles of miscellaneous finds and treasures and bits and baubles here and there. Enough that there was no way she could take it all in by just standing there for a few moments. Eventually, her eyes fell upon the centerpiece. There was no mistaking this. It was clearly a bed, but a bed unlike any she had seen before. No sheets, no linens, no comforters or pillows. It was just layers upon layers of soft bedding, both natural and synthetic, as though he had gathered every single soft item he could possibly find, and pressed it all into this… shape. She could make out hairs and fleece and fur, plenty of cotton from the trees nearby, and what seemed to be wadded up blankets and the like. This was all, however, underneath the top layer, a shockingly tightly woven lattice of straw and hay, topped with much less carelessly laid out covers and… oh dear. Pelts.

A reminder that Rouga was in fact, a hunter. But she was not here to be his prey, right? No, of course not. It was the only thing that would give her pause tonight. Surely they would at least be very soft.

As she'd taken it all in, for what seemed like minutes, though it was really only a dozen or so seconds, he had gone and simply pushed a couple of things aside, before doubling back to her, his arms down and swinging as he stared at her.

She wasn't looking quite at him just yet, but, as her eyes caught his own, she quickly turned off her look of wonder, and smiled at him again.

“Oh, it's a lovely den, Rouga..~ A very lovely place indeed." she said to him, quite matter-of-factly.

“Our den." he grumbled, no pause to be found this time, as he closed in, and reached for her, bringing his paw up just high enough to find her underneath her skirt.

“Y-yes..!" she gasped, a little bit of a start. “Our den!"

That seemed to be the cue, and she realized it in an instant. He was never one for a slow start, after all. His paw quickly found the curvature of her bountiful rear, one that he had become obsessed with, and seemed to simply slide underneath it. His other paw rose up, and he took a single digit, lifting her chin. She trembled a little, as he seemed to look her face and neck up and down. She didn't know why he always did this, but it seemed to be a sort of misdirect. At least, this time, as she suddenly felt his paw slip under the fabric of her panties, and glide even further, where they found a seam. She gasped again, his digits making slow circles over her soft outer lips, before delving inside. Her eyes remained fixed on his, her mouth hung just open enough, even in silence, as he pressed a single claw carefully into her passage. It lingered there for only a moment, as a growl bubbled in his throat, before he suddenly, and without warning, pulled away entirely.

Her mouth shut again as she was left to sort of reel from the way he had touched her, as the wolf brought his one, slightly damp paw up to his mouth, and began to sniff. Then lick. And lick again.

She whimpered, and it was entirely involuntary. Just seeing this big wolf enjoy the taste of her was enough to excite her, but, something about the way he'd done this, rather than forcing his head between her legs. It felt… procedural, to a degree. This wasn't to pleasure her, but rather, simply himself. And in a way, that just made her heart race faster.

Once he was satisfied with the taste he'd gotten, he lifted his dry paw, and gently rested it on her left shoulder, before turning. A claw extended, and with a careful swipe, she was shocked to see him tear into the fabric of her uniform so suddenly.

“Wait--!" she quickly began, but by then it was far too late. Buttons popped from the front as he expertly knifed through it at a diagonal angle, tugging the fabric away from her fur and skin as he ripped it with ease, dragging his claw all the way down to the hem of her skirt, before swiping it away. What didn't get tossed aside simply sloughed off of her shoulders, and before she knew it, they only remain bit of clothing, which he had already so callously disregarded, was torn from her as well, using two claws to snap the band around her panties, and let them fall uselessly down her legs.

In a matter of seconds, she was completely naked, but still a bit shocked to see her uniform destroyed in this way. Or, perhaps, that was only because she hadn't truly realized the ramifications of her decision until now. Not that he really gave her time to think about it beyond what she already had.

His strong arms went to work in a hurry, the other joining its counterpart as they rested upon her hips, before sliding up and under her ass, and pulling her in close. She gasped as she quickly threw her arms around him, softening the impact against his chest, only to be surprised further as she was lifted up and off of her feet. Her chest to his chest, she lifted her legs, and encircled his waist with them, holding on tight as he seemed to swing her around, and bring her over to the bed.

Up to this point, he had been gentle. He had always been gentle. Even the first time, in his roughness, there had been a tenderness and a caution in the way he took her. But now, this one time, he seemed to really make use of his strength, as if peeling her away from him. He tossed her onto the bed, and for a moment, she was legitimately scared. Scared, until she hit the top, her backside sinking into so much deeper than she could have imagined. This bed was not only soft, it was plush, to the point where she struggled to even roll over initially, sort of trapped on her back, looking up at him as he loomed over her.

And he just… laughed. Laughed in a way that certainly made him seem quite proud of himself. When he was done, he was reduced to panting, and panting excitedly, his long tongue hanging from his muzzle as he looked her up and down.

“Rouga..!" she opened her mouth to speak, but sort of exhaled his name in another involuntary gasp.

“Nanani…" he grumbled, sucking his tongue in one last time, in order to speak to her. “Rouga for ever… mate?"

She was surprised to hear it phrased as a question again. Her breathing heavy, she looked to him and nodded her head, breathlessly wording “yes."

“Make many… many pup." he then replied, his voice lowering as he lifted his leg up onto the bed, using that, and both of his long arms to pull himself up and onto the bed.

Her breathing quickened, but was nearly stopped altogether by the sight of it; his member. Half unsheathed. Red and throbbing, as though it were reaching. He stamped his legs into the plush bedding, straddling over her, as the weight of his cock caused it to droop above her, his package wobbling as he approached. He wasn't going to give her much time to simply stare, it seemed, as he crouched down, lowering onto his knees.

She couldn't stop looking at it. She'd never seen it so… active, before. So hungry. He was so hungry. The Lycanroc panting above her as he gazed down at her, smiling fiercely as he knelt over her, pointing his cock toward her face. He didn't even wait for her to receive it, his hips already humping down against her, his throbbing tip pressing into her cheek, and a spurt of pre glancing across her. Her heart racing, she closed her eyes, but began to open wide, showing him her tongue.

Perhaps that was a mistake. At least, initially. He snarled as he forcefully shoved his inches forward, her jaw parting much more than she'd meant for it too, as so much throbbing wolf cock was shoved into her mouth, she couldn't believe it was the same one she'd sucked on so many times before. He practically cackled as he humped his hips against her, precum dribbling into her throat as she gagged on him. His big paws planted on either side of her head as he began to hump more, and each time, she nearly choked, eyes watering even behind their closed lids. His furry sheath pressed against her lips, stretched as it was, only slowly peeling back as more of him grew into her mouth and throat. With a bark, he suddenly began to pick up the pace, his large package swinging just below, catching her chin as he moved faster and faster. Even so much as a shift into something resembling a more comfortable position was met with another resounding thrust, as she tried desperately to even tilt her head just to accommodate his many, MANY inches as he drove them into her throat. There was no letting up, only the breaths she could manage through her nose being enough. He had done this once before, on her knees, and after a prolonged evening together, but never on her back. Never before he had really touched and pleasured her. It almost felt callous and rushed. Perhaps this was a mistake after all. He wasn't looking to share at all. He wanted to take her, no matter how it felt. The dark, pervading thought that he might actually hurt her crept across her mind, especially as he seemed to go even faster.

Above her he snarled, as drool fell from his tongue. His own eyes had fallen shut, completely enraptured in his own bliss as he face-fucked her little mouth. His paws pushed hard against the bed as he drew back, and slammed his cock into her throat with more force than anything before, his now-swollen knot squeezing hard against her lips. Then back he drew, and went for it one more time.

She was quietly panicking beneath him, worried he would actually try to force it in, his impossibly girthy bulb threatening to force her mouth open to the possibility of breaking something.

Then, he drew back one more time, and, rather than slam his hips against her, simply slid his member in at a remarkably slow pace this time, wiggling his hips as he pushed all the way into her throat. Just as she felt his tip tap the back, she felt the first spurt, his warm and creamy spooge erupting from his tip, choking as the back-splash coated the insides of her mouth, and it all began to aimlessly run down her throat. She quickly made attempts to swallow it, as more and more of it began to fill the pocket within, and spill over into her cheeks, and over and around her tongue. Another gulp, and then another. He was actually only very lightly humping against her now as he came, and while she was a bit too preoccupied with managing his release to really notice the change in demeanor, it was certainly appreciated. It didn't take long for this “rush" of his to come to a stop, either, as she let one of her eyes slowly open, the other remaining shut, as she took one last load down her throat, her mouth far too stuffed of cock to even gasp or clamor for more air.

When her lid rolled open, what she saw was him, leaning down, panting very, VERY happily as he watched her take every drop of his seed. Though, hunched in the way he could not have been comfortable either, she was simply surprised to see him so… excited. So joyous. Moreso than any time before. Moreso than all the times he had taken her in the woods, and sent her home with a belly full of eggs. Were his cock not buried in her mouth, he may as well have been leaping off the walls. Had he a properly long tail, it might have been wagging hard enough to dust the den spotless in no time. He was practically hyperventilating with glee.

“Mmm…" she simply murmured, lifting a paw to gently press it against his stomach, urging him up and off of her. His panting never ceased, but he seemed happy to oblige, withdrawing his inches from her mouth slowly as he began to backpedal. Her fingers, however, took hold of his fur, and as he began to back away, she tugged on him, using her other hand and elbow to brace against the bed, and push herself up. As soon as she was upright did he finally create enough separation from her to fully tug his inches from her mouth, left to fidget and twitch just in front of her face, leaving her a moment to breathe again. As she panted beneath him, her eyes rolled up to look at the wolf, still excitedly looking at her, and only her.

It had been so sudden, and almost dangerous, but it was clear that he had pulled every punch he had. Even in his most primal moment, he had stopped just short for her sake. And with all that thick, canine scent on her, swimming in her senses. Her tongue, her throat, and her sinuses, she knew it had worked. Regardless of any pretense, it had definitely worked.

“Rouga…" she finally whispered to him after a few moments of tense silence, the both of them breathing heavily. “Did you enjoy that, darling?"

Understanding perfectly, he simply nodded, his panting never ceasing or slowing.

“That's good… That's wonderful, even." she continued, her eyes moving from him, down to his cock, then briefly back up to him. Gauging the distance necessary, she brought her hand up, where her fingers found the middle of his shaft, and slowly wrapped around them, holding him carefully as she opened her mouth again. He watched with great anticipation as she slid her tongue underneath him this time, never breaking sight as she closed her lips around those first few, thinnest inches of his throbbing member.

He whined briefly as she took her hand, and slowly slid it down to the base of his cock, just shy of his knot, her mouth following with just an inch or so of separation. This, an angle she was much more accustomed to, made it much easier to take absolutely all of him, her hand moving to brace against his inner thigh, as she pushed him all the way into her throat. Just this once, gagging on him with a measure of control, almost entirely in silence, before she began to pull back.

“Mmm!" she exclaimed with muffled surprise. In just this little, much more voluntary act, she'd evidently drawn out one last, residual run-off from his earlier climax, as she felt another shot of his seed glance across her tongue. Not enough to fill her mouth, but more than noticeable.

After a brief pause, she began to tug away again, finally parting from him, and looking up again as she opened her mouth for him to see.

The Lycanroc snorted as he visibly fought to keep his composure then and there. Seeing her mouth draped with sticky white strings of his canine seed only seemed to further arouse him, his member twitching excitedly, his nose sniffing like crazy.

His reaction alone was enough to make her giggle. She absolutely loved the way he saw her, the way her little creativities turned him on. As a wild beast, he seemed very unaccustomed to some of the most pedestrian of displays. Her mouth coated with his cum seemed to be another rousing success.

“Mmm… my apologies, darling. I… I simply wanted to show you how much I loved that..~" she whispered to him, before moving her hand on to his shaft again. “It all just happened so fast, you didn't even give me enough time to be turned on by you."

And again she leaned in, but this time, didn't aim for her mouth. Rather, she led with her nose, taking in a couple of small whiffs of her own.

“You know I love the taste of you, and the smell of you… it drives me wild~" she continued, inching down his shaft as she made very obvious displays of simply sniffing his throbbing member. “If I'm to be your forever mate, I need to be… wild, right~?" she couldn't help but let her tongue out one last time, only licking his knot, the one part of him she hadn't gotten a taste of yet.

What she couldn't see was this poor, horny wolf was about to lose it. This beautiful city woman whom had been at his beck and call for the better part of a year, responding to his howl, and coming to him. He had her in his den, the one place where nobody but they could know the things they would do. Nobody but he could know the things he wanted to do to her.

It took every part of him to be as gentle as possible with this next gesture, bringing one of his very large mitts down to lift her chin up again.

She was surprised to be stopped, but relented with a long and shaky huff. Truth be told, her head was swirling with every scent of him. The taste and the smell. Even the touch, his paw sending a beautiful shiver up her spine.

“Stand up…" he said to her, his growl a prominent backdrop to his words.

She looked to him, nodding as she began to rise to her feet, where she stood a whole head shorter than he. His mitts fell down to her sides, feeling the curves of her body as he began to sort of turn her. She obliged, spinning around in his hold as the wolf looked over every bit of her.

Her shockingly ample hips, with legs that seemed far too thick and strong for a domestic little eon, perhaps only because they did twice the work of that of a quadrupedal Glaceon. Her large rear that drove him wild in a way he couldn't adequately put into his limited words. Even now, he couldn't help himself from batting away at it; watching her ass wobble in response, as a barely audible gasp left her. Her short little diamond tail was raised upward, listing slightly to the right, but never falling. Truthfully, he had never seen it hang down, and while he liked it that way, he wondered if it even could.

He then brought his paws back to her sides, leaning in as he wrapped them around her front, where they settled on her tummy. The first time, it had been flat as can be, something he so distinctly remembered as being unlike anything he'd seen before. But now, she was exactly the way he liked it. A little squish and pudge, and a particularly nice, soft bit of chub at the bottom of her tummy. This, and her clearly grown hips, the sign of a more maternal female. One that has laid, and will easily lay again, with more room than ever before

As his pad slowly worked up her stomach, he felt her row of nubs as he went. Two, four, six and then eight. What made hers so bewildering to him, however, is how they were arranged, magnitudes further apart than any other female he's known, and arranged almost unevenly. The lowest set sat just above her where her stomach began, moving inward as up her body, where the last, highest set seemed to sit squarely at her chest, not unlike a human woman's teats. For now, they lie dormant, however, and the mere thought of making them active again excited the wolf. Her soft fur and smooth body, only betrayed by these eight nubs that caused her to gasp with such delight as he ran his paws over them. Extra sensitive, and perhaps even more intriguing as a result. Finally, his paw found her neck as they trailed up her front, lifting her chin again as he dipped his head down closer to her. Her long tassels brushed easily aside as he held his paw there. He could feel her trembling to his touch.

He bent down, keeping his long tongue corralled as he kissed her crown, eliciting a breathy sigh from her.

His huge paws just holding her the way he did never failed to excite her, and all the ways he'd touched her. Something about the combination of brutish strength, and his gentle, caring demeanor in spite of it.

Treated so delicately by this wild beast, yet loved as roughly and tenaciously as he would any other female. But, of course, not just any other female after all.

Not after tonight.

She tilted her head to look up at him. His kisses on her crown paused, and she reached for him with her little hands. Each one found the side of his face, and she craned her neck to meet him.

He reciprocated; her little kiss planted right on his nose, lingering there for a moment. A very long and tender moment. One where they could feel each other, and wash away any lingering apprehension. One where she could feel him growl softly against her, as he could in turn feel the beating of her heart; the pulse on her neck. The way it fluttered rapidly with excitement.

When she parted, she kept her eyes on his, gazing softly into them, before she spoke only a few words. Words that had come to her just as her heartbeat increased. Words she was so nervous to say, but would likely seal this moment forever.

“It's okay, Rouga… You don't have to wait anymore. I want you to." she paused, her breath a little shaky as she spoke.

“Please~"

She could see his eyes widen, as his nose began to twitch again. His paw parted from her neck, as it sank down to join the other at her chest. With a little tug, he pulled her close to him, which she exclaimed again. It wasn't as much a gasp this time as it was a sort of moan; shocked with arousal and surprise as he pulled her in.

She could feel his cock sandwiched between her, his hips already jerking a little as he kept her wrapped up tight. With all the strength in his one arm, he held her close as he bent forward, the other being used to brace the bed as they went down. In a moment, they were down on their sides, their collective weight sinking into the bed, as she tucked her own arm underneath to keep herself up. His arm remained firm around her waist, while the other rested on her side.

She tried to turn for a moment, but he held her so tightly, even squirming a little was entirely in vain. His strong arms kept her back to his front, as his paw slid down and over the curvature of her hips.

Then, without warning, she let out a sudden gasp that resonated through the den, his paw pushing hard into her ass, squeezing it so tightly, that her hips bucked in recoil. He firmly squeezed and kneaded and held onto her tight, so much so that her moan was one of discomfort more than anything, until a hard slap silenced her in a moment. Rough again, but god, did that leave her with a feeling unlike anything she'd felt before.

What's more, his paw had moved to now grip her leg, holding it high above, testing the limits of her flexibility in an instant. She could feel the stretching of her muscles, her leg fully extended, and the sudden throbbing wetness of his canine cock sliding up and in between.

His hips began sliding it back and forth and back again, twitching actively as is slid between the plump lips that sealed her off. Her softest, and most tender flesh, a place for him to grind his throbbing cock against was, on its own, one of his favorite things about her. A perfect gateway to paradise, parting with ease, but so unwilling to lay bare the contents within. He growled as he rubbed it against her, over and over again, until he just couldn't take it anymore. Until every single instinct within him demanded he put it there. This quivering, hot and soaked pussy he wanted so badly to tease, but couldn't. Not anymore.

“Oh my-- R-rouga~!!!" she cried out, the sudden invasion of his inches something she was certainly not expecting. All tenderness void, and all pretense evaporated, the Lycanroc drew back his hips, and sank several of his girthy inches inside the Glaceon. Her wet cunny gave way with such ease, it instantly removed any and all doubt he may have had. She was such a shockingly perfect squeeze for him.

She, meanwhile, felt as though she might lose all sense of clarity in that moment, her head spinning as she felt him dive into her passage, his hard and pulsating rod so deep inside, her legs would have buckled entirely were he not holding her up. And what's more, as she began to clamor for air, he only pushed on further, wiggling his hips, and massaging his way through to the very depths of her tunnel, that thick knot of his already pressing against her entrance. It took a series of hard breaths for her to regain her composure, each one slightly less laborious than the last. Everything in her body felt as though it had melted on the spot, his huge cock like a restart button that had sent rippling shockwaves of overwhelming pleasure through her body. More than she could handle in that moment. First with her mouth, and now with her pussy, it seemed as though he wished to exercise some measure of assertiveness over her. The first time, it may have been a bit nerve wracking, but this… Once it all came crashing down. This was so much more of a reward.

She turned her head, looking up and over her shoulder at him, but his eyes were elsewhere now, focused so much more on her body.

He then began to tug free, and she knew it was on from there. Her mouth remained agape as she watched his face. The face of a male in an element she had never seen before. One who was about to stake his claim on her. A claim she had given him carte blanche.

As his hips drew back, for only but a split second, it seemed as if time had frozen one last time. There was no trouble here. Only a hungry, virile stud who wanted her more than anyone could ever want someone. More than she had ever been wanted in her life. And, as he slammed his hips back against her again, the sudden rush of pleasure was so strong, that the last thought of this that crept through her mind was a resounding, wholehearted yes.

He grunted as he began to pump his hips fast against her, finding a rhythm in seconds that had her moaning with fervor. His inches perfectly tapped against her deepest spot, the one that nothing else could reach. Thrust after thrust priming and pumping against her. He couldn't have been more than an inch shy of her limit, and it felt as though he was doing so much more than simple, hard thrusts. Every single one dulled her sense further, her cries coming involuntarily. It was pure relief to just let it out, exhausting her own lungs to their fullest, as she mentally caved to his sexual prowess. His thick fur against her back providing an incomparable warmth that rendered any other feeling moot. His growls and snarls in her ear equaled in intensity by the slaps of his hips against her ass, working faster and faster as she was bounced up and down by the power of his thrusts. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, her arms grasping at nothing, her legs limp in his grasp. Entirely at his mercy, she could only cry out with desire, a desire that only grew in intensity as he took her. Growing and growing, but slower and slower.

He had reached a perfectly steady pace, and even as she continued to moan against him, his limit was not enough. Not here. His lip curled up as he snarled against her, driving into her over and over again, but with nowhere near the ferocity she had seen out of him before. Even their first time.

“Hah… hah…!" she exclaimed as she fought for composure, composure enough to turn to him, and simply tell him, to look up at him, his eyes closed as he basked in the feeling of her around him. “Hah..! Rouga, love..!" she began.

His eyes shot open, but his thrusts did not stop. They may have slowed a bit, but he wasn't about to pause for even a second.

“Please..!" she cried out to him. “Harder!"

At first, his brow furrowed with confusion, her words seemingly impossible. But her eyes did not break from him, even as she moaned her lust to the confines of his den, she stared at him longingly.

A flash of his teeth, and a grunt, his paw on her leg practically threw it forward, as he used his other arm to roll them both forward in a sudden, swift motion. Before she knew it, her arms were bracing all her weight against the bed, even though they felt like absolute jelly. His paw slid from her midsection, and rested upon the back of her head. For the brief moment she could look ahead, all she saw was a blurry vision of nothing but more cave ahead of her, as his weight came down atop her, and his cock continued to piston in and out of her. Then, with a snarl, she suddenly felt him shove her down, pressing her face to the bed, where she let loose a muffled cry.

The Lycanroc pressed his fist hard into the bed as he continued thrusting down into her, fucking her into the bed, his entire form atop hers, alleviated only by his one free paw that propped him up above her. His legs had more purchase here, and he could thrust away completely unabated, the wet squelching and slapping of their mating echoing all throughout the den. Her moans had only gone quieter because she was unleashing them all into the bedding below, but they had grown in pitch, as she had begun squealing with delight beneath him. Her smaller frame, voluptuous as it was, rocked with every single thrust as his knot hammered against her lips, his thrusting cranking into overdrive. To her, this was pure ecstasy, but he had a mission in mind.

She had said “harder," and he would oblige, and be rewarded for it soon.

Her pussy was like a vice, however. Such unimaginable tightness that it made it hard for even him to stay focused. But he would not be deterred. His snarling had grown to a fever pitch, almost angry at his inability to finish faster. Still holding her to the bed, her voice had almost grown weary in the minutes of even rougher mating she had undergone. Her pussy felt incredible, teetering on the edge of a bliss that seemed never to come. A high so great, that everything else felt numb. Somehow, she too couldn't quite get there. It's as though he wouldn't let her. No grinding of his hips, nor rolling the tip of his cock to just give her that little push. The fierce, hard slapping was all that came, and kept her at her limit. Taking her back to ninety-nine percent, before he plunged back in to bring her to one hundred, yet she could never quite reach one hundred and one.

His huffing and puffing above her was growing almost frantic now, trying so desperately to push on to the end. He could feel the subtle tingling in his crotch that told him he was close, but he had to do more. He had to keep going. He slammed his member deep inside of her one last time, grinding his knot against her entrance as he pushed upon the bed, relaxing his grip on her head for only a moment as he sat back up. Painstakingly he drew back, removing his cock from her entirely, leaving her in a sort of daze, as she seemed for a moment; short of breath as she was, trying to even understand why he'd stopped.

He didn't give her much time, however, both paws on her hips turning her over again, and onto her back, before they slid all the way down to her legs. They half-heartedly hung in the air already, but he made sure to force them apart, and keep them all the way up, reaching high and without even a bend in her knees. He started down at her already soiled pussy, lining his member up, and sinking right back in with a very cathartic bark. As though he had never left.

Even as her blurry vision began to clear, she couldn't even quite make him out before he was already back to thrusting into her again. Her moans came clear as day again, a bit more raspy this time, having already crooned her heart out for so long by this point. He was sort of knelt from this position, thrusting hard into her again, sacrificing speed for power, as he drilled down into her spot, hitting it with such force, that she was quickly back on the edge again.

Another hard thrust, and then another. Finally, as his paws hooked around her ankles, he snarled as he slammed down into her, causing her to howl with lust. He'd finally given her that push she needed, her hips bucking as her release hit like a ton of bricks, her body awash with orgasm that warmed her very being. And what's more, seeing her finally reach this special place, he urged his hips forward, harder and harder, putting all of his weight into her until--

Pop!

In that very instant, he too unleashed a howl that far outstripped hers, filling the den with a deep, guttural bay that drowned out anything she'd exclaimed thus far. The rush of his climax was palpable, even as she was still in the midst of her very prolonged and accentuated release. His knot made riding it off even more difficult, her hips and tummy growing sore with how much she jerked against him, but the pain was quickly overcome by the warmth of his seed filling her every passage. Her hips, involuntary as they had been in the throes of her own orgasm, had finally begun to relax, but not so with his. He just humped and humped against her, all of that pent up frustration and desire having come out all at once. Though she couldn't see with perfect clarity, she could tell he was happy, his tongue hanging out of his mostly closed but grinning mouth as he tried to pump every last drop he had left in him into this pretty little Glaceon.

For what seemed like an entire minute, he just went at her, hoping it would never end, even when his release had done so in about half the time. She was remarkably full, perhaps more than she ever had been in a single try. Usually their sessions went on for hours, rather than the dozens of minutes here, but this was different.

She knew that.

As she stared up at him, his face growing more weary as his humps and his relentless panting finally began to slow, she knew this was all he'd wanted on this evening. It was all he had asked for when he howled to her.

When his eyelids finally rolled open, he was met with a stare unlike anything he'd ever seen. There she was, lying with her arms up to the sides of her head; uncharacteristically relaxed, as she just… watched him. Her eyes half-open, her dreamy gaze and half-smile a beautiful sight, her ears and tassels all fanning in different directions around her.

It was as if every last ounce of apprehension melted away in that instant, and the big dog whined with longing.

“What's wrong, Rouga~?" she asked him, sweetly as can be, her eyes smiling as obviously as her mouth did. “Are you upset that we're done already?"

He emphatically shook his head, before leaning in, and gathering her up in his paws again. He slid his arms underneath and around her backside, holding her close as he lowered himself down, but turned them both onto their side first.

Her first order of business was nestling her face into his chest, taking a deep breath, before letting out a long sigh. Her fingers slid into and wove between the thick knots and tangles in his fur, before finding just enough to ball up in little fists.

He, meanwhile, bent down to begin licking the top of her crown, over and over again. And there they laid for what seemed like forever, the coziness and peace of each other permeating throughout the den.

When his licks finally came to an end, he simply rested his muzzle atop her, before letting out a long yawn, to which she finally pulled away from him enough to whisper.

“Oh, Rouga… We can sleep like this if you want to." she said.

He didn't look at her again, nor respond, but just stared on ahead in silence.

“I won't go anywhere. I promise." she then added, which in turn, did in fact snap him out of his little trance. He lifted his head, but looked down, and she then looked up.

“We've a long season ahead of us, after all. Don't we?" she began, speaking in earnest. “I'm not quite cut out for this sort of thing, so you're going to have to help me…"

Still, he just stared, processing every single word she said.

“But I don't want to go back. Not anymore. I want to be right here, with you. To be your forever mate~" she smiled again as she said it, and he couldn't help but crack another smile.

“Nanani… will eat much. Rouga… take care of you." he said in his low voice.

“Oh, I trust you, my dear. I can see it in your eyes…" she reached up, using the thumb of her right hand to gently brush away an errant hair that seemed misplaced atop his muzzle, slightly obscuring one of those very eyes no more. “I've never felt so loved as I do right at this moment, and I never want to leave that behind again…"

He simply nodded again, but without another word.

“I will happily love you back, my dear. Whether it's like this, or with an egg in my belly, I will do so whenever you wish it. Forever~" she added one more kiss to the end of it, leaving him with such an indescribably warm feeling of his own.

But, an egg, as she said. He removed one arm from around her, and gently pressed his paw to her tummy, to which she gasped with just a little surprise.

“Yes, Rouga… This will be our first. My Master won't take it away this time… You're going to be a father~" she continued, still whispering to him.

He looked to her again. “You… mother." he said, just as quietly as she.

“That's right~ To a beautiful little Eevee…" she added.

His expression suddenly changed, and he shook his head.

“No." he stated, so matter-of-factly.

“N-no..?" her own confusion was palpable, as the Lycanroc patted her stomach gently, before bring his arm up and around her again.

“No." he repeated, before resting his head on her with a sigh. “Not one. Many."

“Oh!" that was not where she thought he was going with it, and she could feel her face grow a little hot as she realized what he now meant. “Of course! You did say that, didn't you?"

He just growled low and slow against her, as his grip around her tightened, and he pulled her in so very close. It was all she could to keep her hands against him just enough to not be smothered by his fur, tucking her legs up and in as she curled against him, even while his bone was still very much buried inside her.

A long season indeed. And perhaps, the first of many. For now, she simply fell quiet, listening only to his breathing, which seemed to finally slow as he drifted off to sleep. The sound of it both soothing, and reassuring. In time, she too drifted off, but only after several more minutes of thought and contemplation.

There was no regret in her mind. Not now. Only a tinge of worry, and a long list of things she would definitely have to change before she could live here as comfortably as he did. The den certainly needed a woman's touch, but. She would happily give it now. No longer was she Nanani the maid, subservient to an alcoholic Master. She was now betrothed, in the only way a wild Pokemon knew how. His vixen. His mate. His other.

And that feeling is what finally allowed her to rest with a smile on her face.

As snow piled up outside the entrance of the den, the sounds within had become more dampened than ever. Inside, lights crackled and flickered as its newly decorated walls ushered in its occupants back into its deepest confines. Were an unfortunate soul to wander in, they might incur some lupine wrath, angry with anyone who might disturb their peace, or perhaps try to take their food. Food that was much more abundant than in most dens at this time of year, his carnivorous nature and hunting skills truly put to the test at this time of year. Moreso, however, he was certainly overcompensating, perhaps out of a sense of anxiety for the now just waning season. The cold wouldn't be gone for a few more months yet, and deep inside the mountain, the warmth helped anyone within briefly forget about the conditions outside. It was one less thing to worry about.

For all those other worries, however, all he needed was her.

To return to the den after hours out hunting and foraging, his fur ragged and his eyes weary. To round the corner, and to see his mate. Usually cooking yesterday's meat over the fire, in order to accompany the stockpile of berries and herbs that had been growing over the many months. His sigh of relief to see her, the same as any day. Initially, it had been because she was still here, this latent fear that she might ever leave him a persistent, pervading thought. But now, in the heart of winter, after weathering these months together, that was no longer a concern. Instead, it was a different sort of relief, to know this is what he had to come back to every evening. He couldn't believe his luck.

As she looked up from her seat before their little makeshift spit, she brightened up almost immediately.

“Rouga! Oh, you're back, my love~" her expression awash with joy to see him enter their part of the den. As he made his way to her, she began to sit up, but had to place a hand on her little stone stool in order to do so.

“O-oh goodness, I've almost got it…" she muttered to herself. But, before she had, he had hooked an arm underneath her own, and helped her to her feet instead. With her own little sigh of relief, she looked up to him, practically beaming as she reached again, caressing her face with her little hands, and running her fingers through her fur as she gazed into his tired eyes.

“You look exhausted, love…"

He chuckled tiredly as he betrayed a little smile. “Very exhausted.." he replied.

She quickly took her own arm, and looped it right back around his. “Set your spoils down, my dear, and come to the bed. Dinner's almost ready~" she whispered, as she began to guide him that way.

With a grunt, his sack sort of slipped off of his shoulder, hanging from his other arm, before he sort of tossed it just an arm's length away, where it fell in a heap, none of its contents spilling out. He grunted as he finally turned to sit down on the edge of the bed, the only time where he was down at her level. As he did so, her hands fell to his paw, delicately holding it as she looked to him for his gaze and attention.

“You just rest right there, and I'll bring you a bowl. After that, we can check on the egg together, okay?" she said quietly.

His eyes shifted up and down as he stared back, but eventually he nodded, and let her go. With a thump, he fell onto his back, lying there for a moment as the pitter-patter of her feet across the stone told him she was going right back to her little cooking area.

For a moment he just stared at the ceiling in silence, bringing his arms up and back behind his head as he stretched out his midsection for a moment.

She was over there, humming to herself as she went to work, filling their well-polished stone bowls with their own brand of stew, something she had made half a dozen times already in their time together. Given their limitations in this cold, it was as energizing and filling as it was reliable, and for the moment, it was about the best she could do. She had already spent many hours here alone, contemplating upon all the things she wanted to do to make their den more homely. It was already so much more organized and decorated, with natural substitutes for furniture, and constantly burning fire that had kept them as fed as it did keep them warm. But everything more that she wanted would have to wait until Spring. Until they could come and go as freely as they both wished.

For now, this would have to do, and as she scooped up the bowls in either hand, she began to walk them over with a bit of extra care, feeling around as she walked to ensure she didn't spill a drop. Once she'd finally made it to the bed, she just turned, and sat her rump down right on the edge. This caused the wolf to almost shoot up in an instant, turning to his mate with his nose clearly guiding him toward the food. She just handed him his bowl and spoke as softly as ever: “Dinner's ready, my love~"

Her hunch had been correct, as he had clearly no qualms about scarfing the entire thing down as fast as he was able, leaving her to slowly savor and sip on her own beside him, not having finished even half of her own meal in a much smaller bowl than his, in the time it took him to eat his larger share. She had to go slow so as not to spill, the rough edges not providing the best surface for sipping.

More proper utensils would be at the top of her list come the warmer months, but for now, this would do. She'd gotten well and truly used to it, and it was hardly more than an inconvenience now.

As she continued to sip on the broth, her eyes darted left, only to see him staring at her in quiet again. She gulped down that last bit of stew before piping up again.

“Rouga, we talked about this, dear… You can speak your mind, remember. It helps us both out~"

“...Sorry." he whispered, but didn't quite break his gaze. Rather, simply turning his head away as he cleared his throat. “I was just… missing you a lot today."

After another long sip, she held her bowl out to him, and he took it in his paws, setting it inside of his larger one, before reaching down to set it on the ground.

“Oh, I missed you too, my love~ More than I can describe…" she replied, turning to face him as much as she was able, but putting her hands down on either side of her in an effort to sort of just… stay upright.

“Can I see the egg?" he asked, his eyes falling upon her again, looking quite unabashedly at his mate.

“Of course, my dearest… Pull your legs up, if you please~" she began, lifting her own legs up onto the bed, as she used her arms to sort of push herself upright again. He lifted his legs as well, crossing one over the other as she pulled herself up onto her knees, and began to edge forward towards him. He extended a paw to her, and she took it gratefully. With a gentle tug, she was up and over his lap, her legs resting just on either side of his, sort of straddling him as she got close. Or at least, as close as she could.

His head dipped down, and gently nudged the top of her incredibly round stomach, before turning over, and pressing his ear against her. She lifted her hand, and began to slowly stroke the other side, running her fingers through his fur as he simply felt her there.

“Any day now, love…" she whispered, not wanting to distract him too much.

A low rumble of contentment could be heard in his throat, his eyes falling shut for a moment as he listened.

“I was thinking that…" she continued, while continuing to pet her mate. “Since we have more than enough food to get us by for the next several days… You can rest for a little while, and we can just be together."

“Together…" he repeated, a rumbling in his throat.

“Mhm… Just us, my love… Us and all of our hard work~" this last bit, she couldn't help but giggle over.

He lifted his head as she laughed, his own grin forming as he looked her in the eye again. “Yes… so hard."

After laughing a little more, her demeanor calmed a bit, and she spoke to him as softly as can be.

“Be there for this one, Rouga… I want you to. Then we can see about having another before you go~"

The excitement on his face from her words was palpable, betraying a soft panting as the mere thought crossed his mind again. She could also feel it between her legs; his canine cock poking through the sheath, just barely touching her as it grew a little.

“I will… stay." he answered with a nod, to which she simply grinned again.

“Good, my love… Good. I need my mate here with me for a little while~" and as she spoke, she leaned in to meet him, her nose to his; her crown to his forehead. “It has, after all, been a few days since we made love, hasn't it?"

He paused to think, but rather than nod, simply uttered. “Yes. But, you were tired."

“Carrying an egg is no easy task, of course…" she admitted. “I think tonight, however, I feel a little bit invigorated. If you'll have me~"

He didn't even need to make a sound or a gesture. She could feel his cock sliding just underneath her, her own weight in his lap keeping it from protruding upward, as it sort of slid straight under.

“We can just go slow tonight…" she continued, as she very slowly began to move her own hips maybe only an inch or two forward, before going back, ensuring her lips parted against his girth. “And the next time we breed, I'll let you rut me like I'm in heat..~"

He grunted as he felt his knot finally slip free of its confines, swelling against her as she moved back and forth, her hands moving to wrap around and behind his neck and shoulders as she began to move a bit faster now.

He, however, didn't even give her a chance to tease him further, his mitts sliding down her backside, and grabbing both of her cheeks quite firmly, causing her to gasp, even moreso as his claws pricked at her behind, digging into her with such a firm hold, her back began to arch, and her belly pressed against his front.

“Oh, Rouga!" her breathy cry came as she lifted her hips, and he obliged with a bit of extra force, raising her up on her knees as his cock was finally given room to spring back up. He didn't even hesitate, guiding her down onto him as she moaned against his ear. He groaned as his inches filled her tunnel; barely wet, but oh so hot and inviting, wiggling her hips for her as he tugged her all the way down to the very knot.

She couldn't help but reel her head back with sheer ecstasy after fitting himself inside in a matter of seconds, hanging off of him as she moaned into the den. Her voice, the music to his ears that it was, elicited a growl as he began very slowly humping his hips against her. She bounced just a little, not so much that her round tummy moved much at all, but her swollen teats… now those seemed to wobble just a bit.

He leaned back a bit, causing her to release her hold around his neck. Her arms held up at her sides as she basked in the feeling of his now more controlled thrusts. The canine watched her body with piercing eyes as hers seemed to flutter shut, her body quivering with pleasure as he steadily, rhythmically fucked her.

That very pronounced, very pregnant and very curvaceous body of hers was something he wouldn't dare peel his eyes away from, snorting as he watched her absolutely lost in the throes of such delight. Even now, full to popping as she was, she couldn't seem to get enough of him. Even as she carried his egg. Even as she had carried it many times before. His eyes briefly darted away, to the three she'd already carefully, individually swaddled in the corner of their den. And how she had already asked him for a fifth, with promises of a more feral affair. He growled with content, seeing this flawless depiction of feminine beauty; once domestic, and now thoroughly his, love the way he felt so much, that she moaned as if the world could never possibly hear it.

The minutes wore on, and she seemed to never tire of it, even if he was getting close. As much as he wanted this to last forever, his body couldn't do it.

Not today.

She let out a little cry as he grabbed her hips, and shoved upward with a little bit of extra force, but was just shy of putting that knot inside; something that always took a more concerted effort than he had in him today. As he came into his mate again, she seemed to take over without skipping a beat, reaching for him, and placing her hands on his chest as she rocked back and forth over his bulb, even as his seed rushed inside of her. It took a minute for him to come down, but when he did, it hit him hard, relenting with a groan as he finally allowed himself to lay flat on his back.

She sat up on him again, still moving atop him with a huff, until she felt the last of the twitches of his release. Even as it began to spill out of her, making for a messy union between them both. She was left panting, but he much moreso, his tongue hanging from his maw as he stared up at her.

“How was that, my love..~? All better, now?" she asked in earnest, her little movements finally coming to a slow.

He nodded, clearly weary, but chuckling nonetheless.

She put her hands up, her hands resting atop her own tummy as she gazed into her mate's eyes.

“And you can make that up to me in the morning, my dear. It might be the last chance we get before I need a few nights off~"

Again, he nodded, grinning a big, but tired grin.

With a huff, she gathered up enough strength to begin pushing herself up with her knees, but he raised his paws enough to slide them under her rump, helping her lift herself up and off of him. She moaned just a little as it slid all the way out, until her legs were almost perfectly straight.

She, however, didn't even skip a beat, scooting back with her knees, as he took his paws off, and began to backpedal. Another huff, and she began to lay herself down, parallel with his legs, having to do so on her side so as to lay semi-comfortably. Nevertheless, she leaned in, and to his surprise, having finally looked toward the ceiling again, she was already on him in seconds. Her lips wrapping around his cum-covered cock as she sank down on it with a long and lusty “mmmm~"

He snorted with pleasure, the feeling of her mouth almost as divine as her pussy.

After the one suck, she was very slow to pull herself off of it, almost noisy as she did so, but she finally came off with a little gasp of air. Only then did her eyes turn to him again. There they stayed, as she leaned in to give the tip of his cock one last kiss, before parting it entirely.

“There we go. All clean~" she whispered, before pulling herself up a bit closer to him, before finally flopping on the bed with a sigh at his side.

His arm wrapped around her, pulling her close as he continued to lay there prone.

“Get some sleep, my love… I know it's not that late, but, you're clearly tired."

“Mmhmm…" he grunted, his eyes falling shut as he gave her side a little squeeze.

“I'll see you in the morning, I promise~" she whispered, before craning her neck to plant one last kiss on his muzzle.

The days that followed had been, for the most part, rather uneventful apart from the obvious. While certainly a task, laying an egg was something that had already come unusually easy to her, but especially now it seemed, she was more accustomed than ever. Thanks especially in part to an attentive mate and a few massages at her own direction, she had recovered with relative ease. It had, after all, become just another part of the routine after these few months. A routine that she had taken to with only a few various hitches and some minor miscommunication.

After all, the domestic life of a maid was rigorous and conformative. Always in uniform, always up at a certain hour, always with a strict set of tasks to be performed every single day. It had been her life, after all.

But, now she lived by a different set of rules; some of her own making, but most by the simple nature of their survival and codependency. Much of what he knew was how to feed, how to gather good water, how to hunt, and how to protect. It wasn't always a full time job, but it required so much of his attention. For her part, she could manage more superfluous, but quality changes in their lives, while making everything he did a bit easier. Preparing, dressing and cooking the food, boiling and cooling the water, cleaning and managing him and his fur, and making their home so much more livable.

Being a Lycanroc, he was also able to safely chisel away and dig further into their den, expanding the available space for future use. With four Eevee on the way now, it was an inevitability that they would need it, after all. While she helped sew and string together beds and fabrics, a process she had to essentially learn from scratch with the readily available materials.

It wasn't easy, and she knew that. Once or twice in solitude she even felt that small pang of regret, the comforts of her life gone for good, but the resolve to reinstate them in her new one stronger than ever. Rouga was confused by some, but he never questioned her. He only helped. And this was the thing she most cherished about him. His unwavering support for her. Feral and untapped as he was, he would drop anything and help if she asked it of him.

It was such a sigh of relief for her the day she knew, not long after that first day, that even on impulse, she had made the right decision after all. That this big wolf loved and cherished her more than anyone else ever had.

It only strengthened that attraction. Both primal and emotional. More real than anything she had ever felt. Devoid of all inhibition and pretense.

If only he could see her now.

Each morning was a moment to themselves, reveling in each other's scent and warmth. She had taken to the lilacs that had grown not far from their home, now buried under snow. Their powdered petals a perfume that she frequented, in contrast to his thicker, muskier smell. When she smelled him, he smelled her, and they did little to dissuade each other. So addicted was he, that not long after his cock prodded her thigh, she had gestured him onto his back, before she pleasured him with her mouth.

After this, breakfast would come, as much a necessity as it was a palate cleanser. There they would talk, and often he would prepare to leave for the majority of the day. Hours that she would spend cleaning and decorating the den, grooming herself, and taking a trip down to the nearby pond for a bath.

Probably the most jarring part of it all had been getting used to not wearing clothes any more. The one thing they simply could not come to an understanding over. And frankly, it didn't make much sense. Not out here. Not where there was no expectation. Not where she had abandoned all sense of decorum.

She only had her own, self-appointed rules. Rules that kept her coat thin and sleek, as silky soft as it was practically ineffective. Rules that governed her regimen, spending multiple hours a day on her body. Changes were inevitable, of course. Her tassel and crown fur grew more unkempt, no matter how hard she fought to keep it under control. The pads on her paws toughened with use, and her usually finely filed claws had grown considerably.

And yet, somehow, it only appealed to him even more. His love and lust for her having only grown over the course of the season. The mating season, he was sure to remind her.

This was, after all, her only real expectation now. One she would dutifully, excitedly and eagerly fill.

Rarely would he return home from gathering and not feel her hands on his stomach and chest in short order. Kisses and sweet whisperings from his mate, her hands exploring him as he growled and panted happily. At times, she would somehow be even less conspicuous, lying on the bed in wait, always trying to think of how best she could display herself to him the moment he rounded the corner.

Such was the nature of their relationship. Young, excited, surviving and thriving, and utterly captivated with one another.

Days after she had laid their fourth egg, there was a palpable change in the mood both in and out of the den. The activity and the air, the smells and the sounds. It all reeked of sex.

That day had started the same as any other. A bit of playfulness in bed and a good tugging or two, and her mate had seemed satisfied. In the back of her mind, she had made a promise, and that promise was sure to be something he would take her up on. But, there was no way of knowing it could have possibly been today.

She left him to cool off in their bed as she had begun to prepare breakfast. No sooner had she begun to mash up their stock of berries, however, did she hear him stir again. She turned, a glance over her shoulder as she spoke back to him from her knelt position at her makeshift kitchen table.

“Breakfast will be a light one today, so this will only take a moment, Rouga." she said, before returning to her tool and berries.

The sound of his heavy footsteps seemed to slap and skid across the rock of the floor as he approached her from behind anyway. As she had begun to hum to herself for a moment, she didn't seem too aware or bothered by this fact. Not at first, anyway. Her nose twitched, something even she was surprised by, but something that had definitely happened many times before. Her nasal passages seemed to sting a little, before dissipating deep inside, the warmth making her cheeks flush, and her breath momentarily hot. For the micro-second that her vision blurred, she had to set her little stone down, and sit up straight. Turning on her legs she'd tucked under her bum, she saw it in an instant, and any and all apprehension evaporated.

That burning smell of his musk was too familiar to mistake by now. She was face-to-face with his throbbing, dangling member, drooping from its place between his legs as a droplet of pre fell from the tip. She had left him finishing in her hand not minutes ago, and here he was, panting above her eagerly, not only erect, but positively throbbing with need.

Her eyes rolled up to look at him, and her hand dutifully extended, wrapping her fingers around the middle of his shaft, where his thickness was so great, she couldn't even reach her own palm.

“I see… I suppose I'll be having breakfast by another means today then, hm~?" she looked up at him, letting her hand run down his inches in a long motion, her arm fully extending before she brought it back again, keeping her hold on him delicate. “I take it your morning handjob wasn't enough."

He barked lowly with excitement, his eyes intently watching her take hold of his massive tool, to which she began to stroke him a bit faster, not wanting to leave him wanting for too long. As she leaned in, leading with her muzzle, his cock throbbed and twitched with excitement, another drop of pre seemed to dangle from the tip, but she scooped it up with her tongue, before sliding that very tongue underneath his member, as she opened her mouth around him, before quickly closing. That first inch or so became a few, and then many. Sliding more and more of him into her mouth and throat, as the eager wolf reached for her, and placed his paws on the back of her head. In no time, he was deep and throbbing inside, his scent and flavor filling her passages as her eyes began to water a bit. Only a bit, of course. She had done this so many times now, that she was all but used to it. Used to him still, when with another bark, he reeled back, and began to thrust against her mouth, his inches pumping in and out of her throat without much build-up. His hold on her kept her from going far, her eyes rolling back as that savory, raw and pungent combination of flavors filled her mouth and tongue.

It seems that the past few days of gentle and tender lovemaking had left him particularly wanting for something rougher, but if that promise she gave him were made manifest too, then this would only be the beginning. She knew that now, content to offer up her tongue, mouth and throat to him as her mate growled and huffed with pleasure, his knot slapping against her lips with every quick and deep and ravenous hump.

He didn't give her long to settle in, however, the wolf suddenly holding her head as tightly as he could manage, and tugging her back, to which she gasped with a start, his inches yanked from her mouth. No sooner did he do this did he let her go, stumbling backward just a step, before ropes of his hot and sticky seed sprayed all over her, striking her cheek and her crown as she closed her eyes shut, in order to avoid catching a stray. Some of it seemed to find her tongue, which she'd kept available to him, but much of it seemed to just find her, the thickest and most potent of his scents now all over her fur and face as she openly and unashamedly received his smattering of wolf cum. Only after a brief moment of respite; enough that told her the peak of his release was over, did her eyes roll open to see him standing there, panting happily as the spray of his seed continued, but began to slow.

Not an opportunity to be wasted, she quickly inched forward to grasp his active member, and guide it back into her mouth as more and more of it cascaded out and onto her tongue, pooling in her throat as she moaned around him. He barked again with such enthusiasm that he would have startled her, were she not so used to it by now, suckling and drinking of his musky, flavorful and salty essence as it collected within, only to be rewarded by a couple of additional, more emphatic spurts.

“Ahhh..~" she gasped again, letting another stray catch her cheek as she pulled off of him momentarily. “Not too much, darling…" she whispered, pumping her hand across his shaft in order to keep it hard and throbbing, even though he still hadn't even quite come down.

“I know you're eager, but as much as I love the taste and the smell of you…" she continued, pausing only to lean in and kiss the tip of his shaft, as another spurt draped across her nose, landing just between her eyes. “You must save what you can for my newly barren womb~"

As she made another circle with her tongue over his tip, her eyes glanced up to see her Lycanroc mate grinning almost uncontrollably, his excitement so palpable, it nearly broke her own demeanor, giggling at the sight of her strong, typically stoic and oh so wild mate as filled with joyous emotion as ever. As much because of her words as it was, perhaps, the sight of her covered in his seed.

She, of course, took this as an opportunity to tease him even more, letting her tongue run down the length of his shaft once, before tilting her head to take the other side, and make one long motion again, moaning to him as she felt him pulse against her mouth, before suddenly tugging his inches away. She meant to reach for him, not wanting to go just yet, but he had other ideas. His excited panting continued as he circled around her, lifting his paw, urging her to stand again.

She didn't immediately catch on, still just a bit dazed by the sudden whiplash of having him, and then not, but with a nod she obeyed him. That said, she didn't even get much of an opportunity, his paw digging into her ass as she stood, giving her a good lift as his other paw found the small of her back, and pushed her forward. She raised her hands in a hurry to brace herself against the edge of the bed, but it was a clumsy attempt. Her sharp gasp came and went, the wolf growling undeterred as he handled his mate, pushing her front onto the bed as his other paw slid up, and took hold of the base of her tail, giving it a good tug.

Another gasp, and she could feel him pull away from her back, his paw, trailing down her backside, gliding over the curvature of her sumptuous behind, before batting at it almost playfully. His wild eyes watched it go as his excitement grew, greedily fawning and even drooling over the way his mate's behind reacted. Such healthy and plump fat stores for any female; beyond his wildest, most feral dreams. The softness of her hips as he dug his claws into them; so broad were they. He chuckled almost incredulously, pulling her tail aside as he urged his hips forward, his cock sliding so easily between her voluptuous cheeks, the girth of his member concealing her tailhole for but a moment as he idly slid his inches back and forth across it.

Soon he would have her. Soon he would finally unleash everything he'd ever wanted to on her. To truly stake his claim. In the midst of this she may have protested; if not with words, at least with a forlorn little whimper. He wouldn't waste it here, of course, but teasing her with the idea had him licking his chops.

No, he would satisfy her. He would rut her in the way he had always wanted. In the way he hadn't even the first time they met, when he once believed it would be his only chance to mate with such a beautiful creature. She was his, now. Only and exclusively his, and nothing would ever change that. His to pleasure and be pleasured by. To bear his every desire, and to nurture every pup. To love, to carry, to breed and to mother. She wasn't simply deserving, she was beholden, and the thought drove him wild. This was, after all, the rule of nature. To sow one's seed, and spread it far and wide. In his hold, he had the means to make it so, this fertile and receptive bitch who moaned as he teased her with the mere idea of more. Four eggs strong, and countless more to come.

His nostrils flared, and he drew his hips back, tugging just a bit harder, nearly sweeping her own legs out from under her as he forced her to meet him for but just a moment. His eyes remained fixed upon his target as he shoved his hips forward, her pretty little cunt as perfect as it was the first time he'd seen it; so deeply blue, malleable and soft. So easily giving way to his thick and throbbing rod as it dove inside without an ounce of hesitation, predicated on the faith that she would love nothing more.

And in that instant, as he groaned with relief the instant he felt his pair slap against her hips from the force alone, his expectations confirmed as she moaned beneath him with such lust and fervor.

It was like the wind was taken out of her, his thick rod pummeling against her spot as he rolled his hips against her, making a hard and tight circle upon her core. It was a dull - almost subtle pain as he pushed, but the instant he relieved the pressure off of her spot; the instant he relaxed his hips even for a second, she felt a flash and wave of pleasure that washed over her from head to toe, her fingers gripping the bed hard as she cried out, her legs trembling as his hold on her tail relaxed, and her toes were allowed to touch the floor again. Her moan was deep and breathy, almost inaudible at first due to how she almost choked on it. But once it escaped her, it was such a needed release, that she almost wished to do it again.

She wouldn't have to wait, as her mate didn't seem to be in the mood for it. Almost immediately he began to draw back, before slamming against her again, his hips colliding against her rear as she was shunted that smallest bit forward along the bed, his cock hitting the same spot again, and then again. And more still, her moan coming involuntarily due to the fervor of his fucking.

A promise kept indeed, because in no time, he was absolutely pummeling her behind, the slaps that sounded through the cave were not even lost on her. She was pressed to the bed, letting loose moans she had no hope of suppressing, her body rocked to the very center with such a wonderful, pleasurable buzz. In no time at all, he had her eyes rolling back, and she just let her tongue hang, something she often only did after such long and intense sessions; but he had her here in only the second minute or so, his thrusting alone telling her to just give in.

She had no recourse, nor purchase here. He had her pinned hard, and he was giving her his all, but it was only the start, the wolf's eyes having long since fallen shut as he simply put all of his focus into fucking his mate, and fucking her hard.

His brow furrowed as he grunted, taking her hard again and again, putting everything he had into using his legs and hips to absolutely drive his mate into the bed. Her whorish moans like music to his ears, how he wished for the whole forest to hear her in this manner. To know that he did to his mate what no other male could, and what any other female wished she could have. To display her to the woods as his trophy and prize, as well as his prize and his joy. Not only now, but when she was full with his pups. When she was swollen and in discomfort, laden with eggs, and leaking in kind. Her belly full, and her teats ripe for their young, and ever more attractive still. That the whole forest might know that only he had the privilege and the right to take her over and over again.

All these thoughts swirled through his mind as he fucked her from behind, hardly even aware of how close he was getting; too lost in the throes of it to pay it any mind. Trapped in a carnal, sexually self-fulfilling daze, where the more he went at her, the more she loved it, the more her moans filled their home, and the more desire and lust he felt for her. That is, until he felt the pressure stirring within, his heavy balls churning with imminent release.

It was like something snapped.

There was no urge to tie. No urge to finish it here and now. His mind went quite the opposite way, in fact, his heavy paw gripping her rear as he pulled her back against him, and simply held her there for the moment. He leaned over her, snarling as his canine drool slipped between his sharp teeth, dangled from his mouth, and began to fall toward her back. A couple jerks of his hips, and suddenly a torrent erupted from the tip of his member, his mate gasping as she felt his seed rush inside of her.

It was so unbelievably hot, her quivering body felt almost entirely numb with pleasure; dozens of minutes of thrusting having dulled her senses, that it was quite a shock to feel him unleash inside her, with no hard shove to warn her. No shove harder than anything before, that is. No knot. No swelling. Just his paw squeezing the life out of her right cheek as his hot and thick cum filled her for what had to have been the hundredth time in months. It was so familiar, yet enriching, the warmth that came from it a palate cleanser after the daze she'd fallen into amidst such furious sex.

What really surprised her, however, is when she felt his other paw grip her left side, this one at her hip. Even as his cock throbbed with release inside her, she felt a sudden lurch, and her legs were nearly swept out from under her. She about yelped as she was thrown down onto her side, but kept close, his strong arms not even daring to let her leave him as he hunched over her. It was a bit of an awkward and clumsy attempt, but he compensated by reaching for her legs, and holding her down by her ankles as he pushed them far up toward her head, turning her onto her back as he bore his weight down on her. She struggled for just a moment, but to look up and see the Lycanroc above her gave her immediate pause. She was in shock, his frenzied and feral eyes leering over her as his tongue hung from his mouth, practically slobbering as he kept hold of her legs. He couldn't help but tug at least a fair few inches from her as he pulled himself up and over her, one leg on the bed as he kept her pinned down, her legs held so tightly that they were nearly pointed back over her head. His grip relaxed, however as they moved from her ankles to her thighs, before they slipped again down onto the bed, bearing down on her on all fours. She had never been pinned like before, all that canine atop urging her instinct to squirm free, but he wasn't about to let her have it.

Immediately he got back to it again, his hips drawing back just enough to really throw them back against her, leaving her gasping more than moaning. She couldn't believe the angle he was trying to take her at now, her legs suspended above her as he drilled her hard into the bed, but he wasn't about to be deterred. His thick cock was able to hit the same spot as deeply as before, even with the filling he had just given her. His thrusting was fast, almost erratic, but not quite frantic. Humping against her with a sort of urgency, his face no more than a foot from hers as he growled; his face replete with that same, cocky grin.

She was a mess almost as fast as the first time, but her eyes couldn't leave his. It was like that first night all over again, a small sort of fear welling within her that was purely instinctual. Every part of her heart knew he only deeply desired her now, but his wild look had her even the tiniest bit apprehensive. As she let him hear her moans, her spot being rocked by him, and the sound of him slapping against her more fervent than ever, she wondered if maybe… just maybe, she really had underestimated him even after all these months together.

As she gazed up at him, her eyelids heavy as they resisted her desire to see her mate, his ever-growing and fiery ego written across his face; so proud was he to be fucking her this way. So helpless was she, pinned underneath his weight, his rippling thighs and throbbing cock holding her down, her back strained and her hips tested against his constant humping. There was hardly an air of passion in it anymore, no matter how much she felt it in her heart. And only because of the trust she felt; the knowledge that he would never hurt her, but combined with the smallest tinge of apprehension and fear that he might not ever stop. Not that she wanted him to.

She only rewarded his humping with more moans, the speed and tenacity keeping her on the edge of a high, without ever pushing her over. It was a numbing, dizzying type of bliss that she could only describe with her expression, mouth agape and her eyelids half open as she stared listlessly both at him and beyond.

His legs flexed just that much more as his muscles gave him the tiniest bit of resistance. He had been going at her for so long, staring at his mate with such pride as she moaned back to him, he had lost track of time and place. She never seemed to tired of it, her breathy cries so hot and heavy, and heaving from her chest with greater fervor as he went. He was so grateful to know that she was such a whore for him. That her body seemed insatiable in its craving for him. The way her pussy tightly squeezed and milked at every last drop he gave, whether it was pre or otherwise. And the lust-ridden faces she made. There was no doubt in his mind that he made her feel incredible, and the feedback loop that came with it only made him want to fuck her more.

The way her body moved as he slammed his hips against her; all those curves and all those stacks of hers, from her hips to her legs, to her ass, and even that tummy that had many times before been plump with their pups, and would certainly be so again. The way it all rippled and jiggled beneath him, and the way she looked up at him longingly all throughout. Her desire and her want, and her incessant lust for him and his cock. It all made it so impossible for him to stave it off any longer.

He rose up, his arms hooking around her legs again as he straightened his back at least a little, enough to lean back as he used her own ass as leverage to push his hips down and down hard. He made one thrust, then a second, rolling his hips on this one against her spot, before he reeled back, and slammed his hips down against her again. Her gasp was like music to his ears, and her moan grew from it as he wiggled his knot against her opening. Their tie was so close, but it just wouldn't quite realize, his fierce snarl accentuating the release that came as he pumped his cock against her in a series of rapid, mini-thrusts. The tip of his member erupted with release again, his humps continuing all throughout as he filled his mate's passage again, his wild eyes searching her face for every single minute detail as she so willingly, eagerly and easily took his second load.

To feel it all rush inside of her, practically stirring within as his cock continued to piston out of her tunnel; it was an otherworldly experience. She was already so full of the stuff, and he seemed to be insatiable now, content to drain every drop he had inside of her. She could feel his hefty package slapping against her rear, churning with release as he willed it all into her. It was all she could do to pace her breathing for the moment, and he didn't seem to want to stop anytime soon. However, she was in for a surprise.

He grunted as he tugged back and planted his back paw. She could feel the tip of his member trace the inside of her tunnel as its stiffness fought against the angle, before suddenly flopping free of her opening. He certainly wasn't done, and he made that known with a surprise rope of his cum that shot from the tip of his cock, draping across her face and chest. His throbbing inches nestled once again in the space between her lips as he kept it pointed her way, a few more streams of pungent and musky seed still spraying over her. He caught her crown, her nose, her chest and teats, as well as her tummy, until it all finally dribbled to a slow, where he allowed it to simply drizzle down onto her. He lifted his hips, panting happily as his cock then arose from the confines of her sweet and plump labia, to then hang the tip directly over it again. Her eyes watched him still, panting endlessly as he seemed to so enjoy watching his cum dribble down onto her entrance, where it simply nestled into her little, slowly closing pocket.

Everything reeked of him now. It was all over her fur and face, clogging her senses with such a strong and overwhelming stench that was so unequivocally him. Her mate, lover, and the father of her pups. Her strong caretaker, and virile stud. Rippling muscles, carnal desire and insatiable lust for her and her body. Even now, as he relaxed his hold on her, letting her down gently as be backed off again, her eyes only fixated on his still throbbing and glistening member. One that she had seen, tasted and felt so many dozens of times now.

Always expectant and always ready to take her. To feel it across her tongue and down her throat, as she inhaled deeply to send her head spinning. To feel it enter her again and again, his unquenchable desire to breed her something that seemed only to increase in their time together. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen him at this point, and already the first couple of inches of his cock were unsheathed. At the mere thought and sight of her. She just drove him that mad, and only barely-masked restraint seemed to keep him from mating with her every single day. Her body, her features, her demeanor, and everything in between. The word “desire" hardly began to describe it. It was pure, unfettered obsession.

She used her hands to push and prop herself up on her elbows again. The sloshing of those couple of fillings already in the back of her mind as she moved, the simple act of sitting up feeling as though it made tiny waves inside of her. She had one thing on her mind, one object of affection in her eye, and she didn't hesitate to take hold of it again. There, in but a few moments, she took hold of his member with her hand, fingers delicately closing around his shaft. She slid her other hand under that pair of his, which to her seemed to hang with more weight than ever before, still full beyond measure. She looked up at him, her ravenous mate, knowing full well the messy state she was in. Her face draped with his release, as a pool of it began to form on their bed between her legs, dribbling from her cunny as she sat her rear on her own feet, knelt beneath him.

He whined in response, a brief snort passing through his nostrils as he impatiently sniffed at the air, still panting incessantly. His hips began to move against her seemingly at random, humping at the air a number of times as she let his cock slide back and forth in her hand. Already he was wanting more, his feral desires made oh so clear. She craned her neck to simply reach him, letting her tongue hang as his thrusts continued. He grunted as he leaned over her, grabbing her by the ears as he humped away, until he found his mark again, his groan turning into a hiss as he found her tongue and mouth, and buried it in there again. His paws gripped the roots of her long ears as he worked against her in a hurry, never skipping a beat as he pushed his inches all the way into her throat. She meant to moan, but his girth stifled her at every other second, filling her throat with canine cock again and again, as little splashes of pre, and the residual drop or two from his last release deposited into her mouth again and again.

Soon enough, he would give her a load, and she would receive it happily, triggering his lust much the same as it had before. He would hoist her up against the cave wall, where he would take her again, ensuring she felt the stretch and tug and pull of his tie as he filled her with yet more of his seed. When they collapsed back on the bed, he would hump against her more, the passion of it all driving him to cum again. Then, once his knot finally deflated, he would turn her over, and take her from behind. Again, letting her feel his knot.

For hours upon hours this would continue, passionate and relentless, boundless energy compelling him to drain every last drop into his mate, and compelling her to receive it. Their heat and desire compounding upon one another. Just when it seemed he had finally had his fill; when he was so sure he had worn his mate down, she was atop him not moments after he tugged his knot free, kissing and loving on his cock as thanks, taking him into her mouth again.

Surely he would reward her with another knotting for this.

It was well into the night before they had finally slowed, although it wasn't some planned out conclusion. They were both an absolute mess. Lying in bed, her arms wrapped around his waist as she held him there tightly, the extremely fragrant smell of endless sex so persistent throughout the den, that it was likely to have carried out. Little puddles of cum both wet and long-since dried dotted the floor, and their bed was about as spotted with the stuff as her own fur. They had both lost count of the number of times he had filled her, and nearly just as many times as he had drizzled and dabbed her fur with it. Even now, she could feel it trickling between her ass cheeks, as she “sat" against his still erect cock, which had finally let loose the last residual drops of his final release.

Coming down from this would be a crash unlike any other. All they could do now was enjoy each others' closeness and scents amidst the clarity. His chest heaving with exertion, as her head rose and fell. She squeezed him there, inhaling deeply as she tried to steady her breathing.

“O-oh, Rouga…" she whispered first, still trying to collect herself and her thoughts.

His arms began to move, wrapping around her as well, one paw resting at the small of her back, while the other reached down to hold a hefty sum of her ass, giving her a little squeeze as he rumbled with another growl.

“I'm so proud…" she began again, her little hands making fists as she held him tight. “So proud to be yours..~"

He grinned to hear it, chuckling as soon after as he patted her bottom, before giving it another squeeze.

“To be mine…" he whispered back, the smile in his voice clear.

She tilted her head up, looking into his eyes now, offering a smile of her own.

“Your mate for life, of course. I know it's been only a few months, but I don't think I could ever tire of this~"

He grinned just that much wider as he let his other paw trail down her back. “For life… We make forest our family…" he said, just before taking hold of her other cheek, and giving her a good lift and squeeze.

“Ooh..!" she jumped a little, his claws digging into her ass. “Yes, Rouga… Yes, of course~ We have each other, and so, so very much time…"

His big mitts gripped and massaged her thick behind as he listened, idly playing with it; pulling it apart, and occasionally even drumming his pads on it a few times.

“I can't say I'm not nervous about the idea of being a mother, but… I know my mate will take care of us all~"

He nodded, still holding her tightly.

“And…~" she grinned about as sweetly as she could muster, from ear to ear. “That's why I will have and carry every last pup he desires~"

The drumming stopped, and the Lycanroc let out a snort. He dipped his head down, and licked the top of her crown, giving her ass one last, good squeeze, before sliding both of his paws back up to just above her hips. She could feel him unsheathe a bit more against her, having lost about half of his erection in that time, but he didn't make any other sudden moves beyond that. Just a kiss that persisted for a few moments more, until he retracted.

“I want everyone to see you, Nanani…" he whispered to her.

“Oh, but Rouga. You told me yourself that now's not the time… Not until our mating season is over." she replied, her own voice quite hushed.

It was true. Something he had spent months warning her of was the dangers of this time of year, made especially so by their months of almost reckless mating. One of the rules of the forest that she had learned. Not everything about the mating season was a wild and erotic fantasy. There were many risks and dangers, and she did well to venture out of the cave without him at specific times.

Something she had learned about herself, and he had made clear to her, was the intense power of pheromones. And hers were, according to Rouga, more spirited and more special than other females. The heat of ovulation, a call that every male in a significant distance would answer was typically a rare thing, happening only a couple of times a year. But it seemed that her own, special body had one more trick that she had never had any reason to suspect. It was like a perpetual cycle, induced by the very act of mating itself. Low in intensity, but almost constant. Every time she and Rouga mated, her body seemed to warm up in response, increasing in potency within the first few days. He described it as a need and a desire to mate her even when she was already pregnant, something they would manage over the course of her few weeks of egg-carrying. But, when it was at its strongest was the days after she would lay, as though she were a bitch in full heat.

To her, it was so shocking, because she displayed almost none of the additional expected symptoms. No intense, feverish warmth, no discomfort, and certainly no lordosis reflex. It was all on his nose. At first, she'd had her suspicions that maybe it was simply seeing her lay his eggs that got him so excited, but even on days where he seemed reluctant or weary, his own nose betrayed him.

They had agreed not to let her leave the cave within a week of her laying without him, and so she usually only left on her own when pregnant, typically only to go bathe, or fetch water for future baths and drinking, whenever he had been unable to. Otherwise, she would stay here, where their unique and sequestered little home buried and masked her scent, trapped deep within the stale air. It was an agreement for the season, of course, with a promise that when the warm came, she would be able to come and go so much more freely, but it had been as stifling as it had been nerve-wracking for some time.

He did, however, seem quite unfazed by her suggestion, grinning at her with his usual, toothy smile.

“Is… that what you want? To parade me around?" she asked, meeting his attitude with a smile of her own.

He nodded quite a number of times at the suggestion, panting with excitement, as he surely had the image in his mind already.

“Then I suppose we had best wait until I'm nice and plump again, hm~?"

“...Soon." he replied, the toothiest grin spread across his face as he looked his mate up and down.

“Oh, very soon, I'm sure~" she whispered, pressing her crown to his fluffy forehead, and giggling at the thought.

A thought that kept him so thoroughly and proudly erect, even as she remained sat atop his waist, his cock throbbing against the fullness of her ass. A throbbing that would soon be addressed, as his mitts gripped her hips again, urged her up again, lifting her hips as he guided her backward, and let her sink back down onto him all over again, for yet another ride. Possibly two.

As many as he wished.

Until her legs were weak, and everything was sore, she would ride him; bounce on him. Bend over for him. Lift her tail for him.

Because it was all so simple, and yet it felt so good. To lose all other responsibilities, and abandon her inhibitions and all sense of decorum. She was so proud to be his obsession. The very sight that made his nostrils flare, his urges rise, and his cock unsheathe. This powerful, strong and capable wolf, and his very plain, and very filthy desires. To feel her womb flood with his seed over and over again. And to bear and sire every last one of his offspring.

Once the snow had melted, and she had stepped back into the warm, spring air, standing at her mate's side, yet full of another one of his blessings, as not but a few of their Eevee scampered off behind them, she felt so grateful for having made this decision. Her only regret was not to have taken him up on it sooner.

From the mouth of the cave, they watched as the sun arose, and flickered, fading into a darkness that was hard to describe at first, until her eyes regained clarity.

Slowly but surely, the sun melded into a deeper, dimmer horizon that bled into the world around her. Out of nowhere, she could feel her breathing heavy, and hot. It was hard to make sense of it all, but her eyes simply focused on the flicker, until it came into view again.

The flame had shrunk considerably in all of that time, the sight of the dark and dimly lit living room appearing as her breathing wound down into something a bit more steady. Her eyes rolled downward, still choking on a few laborious breaths, as she caught sight of her own hand; two digits lazily curled up against her barely exposed pussy, her skirt flared back, and her panties pulled aside. Her eyes rolled up again, to see the book she had left on the table resting beside that half-finished bottle of whiskey. Her lids were barely open, sunk back into her chair in such a way that made it seem as though she had been drunk herself.

But, no.

She had simply faded away. To a place where perhaps her special day had been something more.

After a long and contemplative pause, she managed to pull herself up, tidying up her dress a bit, before pushing herself off of the chair, and onto her feet. Gathering up her book, and the remainder of her discarded gifts and other things, she pulled them all into her arms, and simply made for her bedroom in silence. The clock had just ticked well past one AM, and she would have to arise in just a few hours for another day of work.

The mess she had left on the cushion would have to wait until then.