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Real quick I just want to say that I still have to read through this again and edit it some more, but I'm way too tired and thought that some of you might appreciate having this early / almost complete version up right now. After I feel Like its edited and made readable to my satisfaction I'll delete this blurb here in the beginning. Let me know what you guys and gals think.

Chapter 2

They breathed heavily, her more so, after finally being able to find sexual release ever since her heat cycle had started two days ago. She felt completely wiped and all she wanted to do was fall asleep right here on the spot before she yearned for him to repeat what he had done.

Was it possible to fall unconscious from having too much sex she wondered? What did it matter? She didn't care right now. She was more interested in dying so she could escape the mortifying condition she was in

High above, at the edge of the hole, shadows of multiple observers moved about. She wasn't aware of them until now, but she was sure they had been up there enjoying the show the two of them put on for their perverted pleasure. Her entire focus had been on the wolfen and what he was doing to her that nothing else mattered, or else she would've felt enraged.

The dark furred beast squatting behind her groggily snapped out of the animalistic trance he had been in and seemed to notice their uninvited audience as well. Hearing their insulting laughter and crude remarks upset him more than it did her and she could feel him begin to stir, like he was getting ready to do something about them.

To her surprise he tried standing and freeing himself from her, but naturally his knot prevented them from separating. He pulled back and she had no choice but to follow, dragging helplessly along the floor. As if he didn't fully understand the problem he attempted to forcefully pry them apart.

Her eyes shot open and she was immediately drawn from her drowsy state. The pressure created from his attempt was immense and she feared how he might damage her if he continued.

"aaaaaAAAAA!" Her protest started out low with the volume increasing the harder he tugged. "Stop it!" she screeched painfully.

The wolfen was considerate enough to do as he was told, which was not what she expected from this pack of brutes. She did her best to twist her head around and get a better look at the one who had taken her for his own pleasure.

Catta was tall for a rokosh standing a couple of inches beyond six feet. Normally she could stare eye to eye with other wolfens, but the one stuck behind her was much larger than was common for his breed. She couldn't tell for sure but she placed him somewhere near nine feet with broad shoulders and a wide chest. He was a monster for sure and she couldn't help but to wonder exactly how big his member was and how badly he had routed her.

His face was not at all what she expected to see. He stared back at with something of confusion and perhaps a touch of concern. What?! Concern? Concern for her well being? What sort of cruel joke were the gods playing on her? Never the less she supposed she should at least be grateful he had listened and wasn't trying to pull out of her while his knot still tied them.

"Don't tell me this is your first time?" Catta teased at the risk of angering him. However, judging by the innocent look he gave her she couldn't help to wonder if it were true.

He gave a short growl in response, disapproving of her tone, and much to her relief didn't try to get even with her by returning to his efforts of freeing himself.

Catta could tell something wasn't right with this wolfen. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but he was definitely different than the others. He seemed as displeased with the situation as she was. There was another emotion in his eyes she didn't quite comprehend. Was it embarrassment?

With a sigh the big beast settled down behind her, resigning himself to his position. She didn't know what to think of him, their situation or how she was going to get out of there. She was exhausted and confused and felt like she could easily fall asleep right where she was, despite how unusual it was, she was that tired. It didn't matter what the dark wolfen did. as long as he didn't try pulling out too soon.

Unfotunately he was too restless and the constant lewd remarks echoing down the hole served to irritate him more so. Every few minutes he'd pull gently testing to see if his bulge had reduced enough. She didn't mind his impatience at first, especialy since he was being considerate enough not to hurt her, but after each attempt she was starting to notice that it actually felt good.

Her face went slack with surprise. She was getting turned on with the way his knot shifted around inside her. This was not a good thing.

"Listen, big guy, do you really care what happens to me?"

"Yyyes..."

"Why you do, I can't imagine, but if you mean it then I need you to do me a favor and stop trying to pull out before your ready. Otherwise your going to stimulate my sex drive and I rather not get that way again, okay?"

Both his ears swiveled directly on her and he looked at her like she had said the strangest thing he had ever heard.

"Look," she sighed, feeling stupid for having to explain it, "I've been stuck in this pit ever since the onset of my heat cycle. I'm beyond feeling exhausted and all that's important to me right now is getting some rest. You think you can give me that?"

The wolfen growled and at first Catta was worried it was in reply to her request, but his attention had shifted to the others. One of them had just made disgusting request and ended it with a lengthy derogatory name for her. She wasn't clear on all of what had been said since she had mostly put them out of her mind, but her cellmate seemed to have more of a problem with it.

"Hey, don't listen to them." His hateful glare instantly vanished as soon as he redirected his gaze upon her. "There just words. Don't let them get to you. Try and be more like me and put them out of your mind."

"What's wrong Cerebus? Cat got your dick!" The voice of one of their captors echoed down the tunnel overhead. It was followed by an attack of bawdy laughter with his fellows complimenting him. The wolfen behind her remained focused on her, content to let the insult slide past him, which was a good sign. If she could keep him calm then maybe he'd deflate sooner and she could get herself off of him.

"C'mon bitch! We want to see more action. I thought you cats became instant whores during your breeding season so get to fucking his brains out."

Once again the wolfen snapped his head in the direction of the offender and growled threatenlingly. His waist shifted and it nearly sent sparks of desire coursing through her brain the way the ball inside rubbed her raw nerves. Apparently he had little concern with what they said about him, but when their comments were directed at her it was a different story.

"Oh great," she thought to herself, "of all the bastards I get stuck in here with, it had to be the one who thinks he's a knight."

She needed to give him something else to focus on as a distraction.

"So, Ccerebus, is that your name?"

She was only looking at him through the peripheal of her vision. It was straining her neck too much to keep him in it directly.

He paused before answering "Yes" in a slow drawn out way.

"What's wrong with your speech?"

Again he paused and she listened carefully, waiting for his response.

"Nny lits... dun't cun... together... like... yyyours."

She thought it an odd handicap and looked back at him to see what he meant. The muscles along his mouth were marked by definitive contours indicating he had a lot of power behind his bites. She shivered at the recollection of how her neck had been trapped between his jaws not too long ago. He apparently thought it was in fear of him and his eyes shifted downward carrying with them a look of shame.

"Oh, no! That wasn't in response to you," she lied. "It's this damn sex drive of mine. It's so hard to control."

Why the hell did she just do that? It was ridiculous for her to try and protect the feelings of the monster mounting her. She was the one who should feel vulnerable and exposed.

"Geesh, this entire situation is embarrassing, and now I'm trying to carry on a conversation with a speech impaired wolfen with his... thing still stuck inside me."

Cerebus looked back at her apologetically. She thought for a non talker he had very expressive eyes.

Catta studied his mouth more closely and understood what he meant about his lips. In the very front part under his nose there seemed to be a space in which he could not draw his lips together thus limiting his ability to pronounce certain sounds.

"I see what you mean. Must be frust..."

He snapped his head up toward the sky with a growl more vicious than before in response to another comment from their captors. His sudden response jerked her insides in a manner she didn't agree with. She didn't catch what was said, but presumed it was about her again. His reactions had to cease or else she would never get a chance to recover.

"Big guy, you really need to stop..." Catta was interrupted by his efforts to rise. He was acting very narrow minded and disregarding her earlier warning.

"Hey what are you doing?!" He hoisted her up bending her in half at the waist. Her legs extended with his but her face remained near the floor. Then, to her astonishment, he lifted a leg up and over her so that he stood with his back to her. It was normally something wild dogs did to ensure no one else tried to breed with their mate. Consequently his maneuver rolled his knot inside and she bit her lower lip to keep from squealing in surprise from the enjoyment it caused.

Before she realized what was happening he reached between his legs, grabbing one of hers and hauled her off her feet. She hung upside down with her one leg freely dangling in front of him while her body curved between his legs and her arms stretched in front of her. She was shocked at his incomprehensible action and was unable to respond to what he had done.

Without warning he flexed his legs and leaped up into the wide opening above them.

She screeched, upset to find herself suddenly facing the ground head first at least twenty-five feet up, suspended by one leg locked in the grasp of a wolfen and attached to his nether regions by her... well...

How the hell could she be thinking of that at a time like this?!

He easily carried them half the distance out of the pit in one jump and latched onto the wall. Before her body had time to swing from the momentum and hit the wall he pushed off to the opposite side and higher still. A third jump had them soaring out and into the waiting swords and axes of the other wolfen , prepared to see that they were both pushed back down into their prison. However, none of them were prepared for the speed and ferocity Cerebus was capable of dealing them.

She was unable to see the action well enough since her attention was mainly kept on keeping her head from hitting the ground. Everything spun and moved swiftly past her in a dizzying fashion. He grabbed a wolfen body to use as a club, knocking several others into the pit. Steel flashed in the moonlit night aimed at them both and he deftly moved them out of harms way. Any strikes that came at her and he was unable to dodge he ensured he took the hit instead. All the while she bobbed up and down affectively helpless and unable to do anything to assist.

If she wasn't afraid for her life she would've been enraged at Cerebus for mistreating her in such a humiliating fashion. In addition his manhandling continued to sporadically put a push pull pressure where he was connected to her generating a mismatched lust for battle and for sex. She slashed at a couple of wolfen with her claws, but between her compromising position and they way Cerebus continuously shielded her she was largely inaffective.

Everything happened faster than she could process and the next thing she knew he broke free of the mob that had quickly formed around them and was running at an incredible speed, heading into the nearby woods for a hasty escape. Actually his movements were less like running and more similar to giant leaps from one surface to the next always staying ahead of the whiplash motion of her body so that she didn't crash into anything.

At the first available opportunity he paused briefly to flip her around and pull her backside up against his chest. For a fraction of a second she thought he was going to start having sex with her again right there and then, not that she would've minded regardless of the nearby danger, but he was off again, dodging the pursuit of the other wolfen and quickly out distancing them. It appaled her that she could be thinking about sex at a time like this, however it was hard to ignore his still erect penis shifting around her insides and the constant unwilling sensations his knot illicited from her.

He kept an arm wrapped around her lower rib cage keeping her firmly pressed against his front while she clung to the support for dear life. Watching the speed at which the surounding forest flew by was scary, and she felt for sure if he made the slightest error in his trajectory they would crash painfully into the ground or a tree.

In a matter of minutes it felt like he had put miles between them and their hunters, but still he did not slow down. When they arrived at a river he turned and followed it upstream, staying in the shallow depths of the water. With little to obstruct his path he covered a lot of ground in a short amount of time and used the water to drown their scent in case the other wolfen felt overzealous in their pursuit. They'd have no idea how far the two of them traveled and likely wouldn't be able to find the spot in which they abandoned the waters edge, returning to the forest.

Eventually he started slowing down, paying more attention to his suroundings. She on the other hand wasn't able to afford the luxury.

"Put me down you great big overgrown... Oh my God!" She began her demand fueled with anger, but all inside of a breath her sexual craving came crashing down on her like an immense tsunami, completely drowning out any other thought. She was helpless to initiate anything in the manner in which he held her so she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

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Instinctively he recognised her need and was more than willing to respond to it. This time, without being held in confinement or watched by their jailers, the heated passion felt different. Even though he was still very singleminded in that he wanted sex and wanted it now, he was more cognizant of his actions. The fact that the rokosh was a different race no longer mattered to him. She was exotic, beautiful, like a work of art you were forbiden to touch, but he had once and was unable to deny himself from doing so again.

He could feel that his knot had decreased dramatically in size and there was little problem in restarting the movements of his hips and the sliding of his erection in and out of her. They could've just as easily fallen back to their knees and repeated what they had done before, but he wanted something different this time. It needed to be more personal.

He wanted to see her face, to look into her eyes and confirm she felt something else for him besides the very basic means to an end. However she wouldn't permit him to pull completely out of her so he could change positions. She allowed him to bend and shape her as he wished, and he took care not to hurt or maneuver her joints inappropiately. With her help he was eventually able turn her around so that she was facing him and she eagerly wrapped both of her long legs around him, hooking her ankles and locking their bodies together.

Cerebus held her weight with one hand firmly placed on her rump just below her raised tail. His other hand was on the center of her back allowing her to lean away from him so his hungry eyes could ravish the wild beauty bouncing up and down on his massive erection. She was already well primed from the jostling of their run and her passage was made slick with her juices. He lifted up and slammed her down repeatedly and she used her arms and legs to help in his feverish desire to satisfy her need.

Steadily their pace became more frantic and it didn't take long for her to feel the throes of another orgasm. However this time it felt more satisfying since it was just the two of them alone, and they weren't being forced together by the small confines of a prison.

Catta was very vocal, shamelessly giving voice to her pleasure and warning him of how near she was to climaxing. When she reached her pique she threw her body against his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and digging her claws into his back. The intensity of her pleasure sucked and pulled on. his penis encouraging him to pour his seed into her. He could feel the moment of his own irresistable climax quickly approaching and he clutched at her backside and gripped her ass, pushing her firmly against his body. He could feel the hardness of her nipples press into his chest and her breast roll slightly over his flesh as he pushed her body downward against his groin. He leaned back in his standing position to thrust his hips up, trying to bury himself even more. To her astonishment he somehow slips a little deeper enabling him to feel the head of his penis graze the farthest depths of her, touching the back wall, the very edge of her womb.

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Her whole body jolted from the sudden thrust and the shock of having something go so far into her. The unusualness of it all seemed to heighten the entire sexual encounter. Cerebus gave another sudden jerk, pushing against her, making her gasp for air, but her vagina was already hitting the root of his penis and couldn't go any further. Never the less he did it again only this time, accompanied with the motion was a hot jet of sperm firing into her. The experience was both uncomfortable and unbelievably sexually gratifying. It was impossible for her to tell the difference between discomfort and pleasure. Never before had she dared to allow anything to penetrate her so deeply and the sensation of it all made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Another sharp thrust of his hips reminded her to breathe again and a tiny gasp escaped her mouth. It wasn't enough air, but breathing wasn't the prominent thing on her mind. He timed each of his jolting movements with the ejaculation of his semen and her vaginal muscles flexed and squeezed his cock trying to milk every last ounce of fluid from him. She helplessly gasped every time he stabed her, making little squeak-like noises as her body continued to convulse, riding the wave of her own everlasting orgasm. She was so lightheaded her perception of time became warped and the entire sensation of his warm cum filling her seemed to stretch on and on.

Eventually he had nothing left to give and the gratifying moment faded. The edges of reality began to creep back in and his tightly locked muscles relaxed. He was holding her weight and was leaning, precariously so. Suddenly the balance shifeds just a little but it was enough to tip him over backwards. They fell, but luckily she was aware enough to quickly unlock her feet from behind him and squeezes his sides with her shins. They landed harmlessly on his back and the crash returned them mostly to their senses. Once again his penis knotted itself making it so she couldn't dismount and trapping all of his semen inside. She had been so enthralled by her own sexual extacy she had barely noticed. The first time they had had sex she felt so ashamed and embarrassed, but this time it had been completely different and unexpected. They hadn't been forced together like before and she willingly... no, wanted him to screw her.

It had to be her heat cycle making her feel this way. After all he was a wolfen, completely unlike her. There was no way she could have an attraction to him... yet there was something. For a moment the sexual urges had subsided and she could afford to think clearly. She knew she would want to get away from him, perhaps even feel defiled with what was happening, but there was no hatred in her heart.

Her head was resting on his soft, furry chest and she could feel the deep fall and rise as he breathed, like the gentle rocking of a boat at sea. His arms were still locked around her holding her securely against him proving he wanted her to stay equally so.

Why though? Shouldn't he want to get rid of her just as much as she would of him? Yet there he was encouraging her to remain.

She lifted her head up to gaze at the face of the mysterious wolfen as she continued to wonder about him. It wasn't exactly as though she had a choice of leaving. His knot was preventing her. But then again if he was so inclined and heartless enough he could probably still pull himself free at the cost of hurting her, an experience she didn't relish in the slightest.

The very thought of the idea sent an involuntary shiver up her back and the affect served to stir her forbidden lover from his shallow slumber. He lifted his head and turned it to one side so he could see her past his own muzzle.

"C.. code?" he struggled to ask. His snout was long and powerful which made it very good for causing damage and biting, but such a physical feature made it difficult to speak properly. Still, however, he had made himself clear enough for her to understand he was asking if she felt cold.

She smiled at him before she even realized she was doing it and shook her head in response. She dropped her head back down to hide her face in his chest fur.

She smiled at him?! And now she hid her reaction as if she were some kind of shy kitten?!

What was she thinking?

It had to be this accursed heat cycle she was suffering from. She didn't really want to be acting this way and if her mind and body were her own she'd want to be murdering him for taking advantage of her in such a perverted fashion.

Anger started to stir in her heart and she grasped at it like a lifeline she could use to pull herself out of the situation she was in. She took her arms from around his bull-like neck and planted her hands on his chest so that she could try to push herself forward and slide free from the massive bulge between her legs.

She made her first attempt experimentally, worried how much it might hurt if she just blindly yanked herself off of him. She could feel the strain it put on her sensitive uterus and even though she hadn't put a lot of strength into her effort her face contorted with the near painful attempt.

"No...," the wolf said from under her. "...You... ll... h... hur... t." His simple words were horribly broken up and it was clear how he had to work at trying to figure out the best way to make himself understandable.

He looked up at her with concern in his eyes. Yet another emotion he should not have been feeling for her. What care would any proper wolfen have for one of her kind if she hurt herself trying to get free. It would have been more likely for such beasts to enjoy themselves watching the attempt, and if she failed then they'd have no remorse with helping her.

She froze where she was looking down upon him trapped in wonderment and confusion. When his gaze shifted downward toward her breast she was suddenly aware of how sexually appealing her pose made her seem. Her back was arched and her arms did a wonderful job of framing and thrusting her chest out to him as if she were offering them to be licked.

Shamefully she lowered herself back down and pulled her arms close to her sides in a futile attempt at modesty. She could sense the confusion in the beast that lay under her and he enveloped her in his arms again as though he were trying to ward off the cold and protect her. Catta's mind whirled trying to comprehend his actions while at the same time trying to figure out a decent way to escape the predicament she was in.

If she waited long enough the swelling of his cock would go down and she could safely remove herself, but by then it would already be too late and the cravings of her heat cycle would be fully upon her once more. It was hopeless. She was bound to endure this mortifying fate.

Before she could stop herself the air escaped her lungs with a shudder and she began to cry. One of his hands moved up to the back of her head and gently petted her in a soothing fashion.

"Hhhuts... hhhrrr... rrrong?"

Damn him! Why'd he have to be so nice and show concern for her? He was making it impossible for her to hate him.

She didn't answer him right away. She couldn't. She had no idea what to say.

Eventually she lifted herself partway up so that she could see his face and with her eyes still wet said, "You and me shouldn't be together like this."

"Eye? Is.. na... so... add."(Why? It's not so bad.)

"You're a wolfen and I'm a rokosh," she pointed out the obvious. "A union between us would never be seen as proper. Besides my people would more than likely see this as an act of rape and would want you punished accordingly."

"I... ne'er... ont ta... urt oo." (I never wanted to hurt you) His guttural speech was offset by a hand on the side of her face. To her surprise he tenderly wiped a tear trail and she gratefully leaned into his palm, adoring his affection. There was just no reason for him to be so kind to her. He was just one impossible contradiction.

"Lease... don... c... ry." (Please don't cry)

This deadly warrior was nothing like he ought to be. He was able to kill with brutal efficiency, and at the same time treated her with kindness and respect. She could even say he had fought for her honor, for it wasn't until the laughing and crude remarks of the others were aimed at her did he respond. The more their words defiled her, the more his anger increased and he acted on her behalf.

She rewarded him with a smile, and she let herself get lost in the warm feelings he made her feel. Gradually those good feelings began to shift and she was acutely aware of the stiff rod that she had jammed up inside of her nether regions.

There was an odd pulse against her vaginal walls stimulating her sexual cravings, which made her look at him with wider eyes trying to understand exactly what it was she had felt.

It happened again and she rolled her hips in a circular motion reveling in the stimulation it caused and allowing his member to shift about inside so she could explore what was happening.

She felt it again and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, but this time she was able to identify the source. It was his knot. With each pulse it was decreasing in size. This was her chance. If she wanted to be unlocked from him all she had to do was wait for the swelling to go down, but the sensation of it was starting to drive her crazy and she doubted she'd have the will to disengage.

Trying her hardest to move slowly and with care so she didn't cause his penis to stir her desire for more sex, she pulled her knees forward so she could kneel on them. With the support of her hands planted firmly on his lower chest she used the strength in her arms to help herself sit up. As best she could she attempted to lift off of him, grunting with the effort, but the knot inside her strained too much for her liking. She actually didn't pull too hard and the sound she made was more of a groan as part of her fought not to let the wolfen's cock slip out of.

Believing she wanted to have more sex he slid his hands down her sides and locked them onto her thighs so that he could keep her from falling off in what he was guessing would be another bout of wild sex. She imagined how good it would feel to move up and down on his shaft again and she was nearly purring in anticipation.

"Wait!" she suddenly found the will to say before he could begin pumping into her. "Please try not to move."

She just needed a minute to calm her racing thoughts.

His knot flexed again, making itself smaller, and the unusual contact elicited an unwilling moan of desire. Her arms felt weakened and she hunched her back falling onto him with her elbows. She didn't have time to clear her thoughts. If she wanted to be unstuck she was going to have to make him do it, because she was quickly loosing her mind to more carnal urges.

"Please...," she panted heavily, "can you get your knot out?"

Fortunately he was sounder of mind and body and was better able to carry out her request. In response he rolled them both over so she was lying against the ground. The changing of positions caused too much of a disturbance within her and she could feel the way his male appendage wiggled about inside. Every little bit only served to make her not want to relinquish him and she was quickly changing her mind about having him pull out.

Once he had them settled into the new position he tugged gently, seeing for himself how likely his actions would be safe for her. There was enough resistance to lift her bottom off the ground and she instinctively hugged him with her legs afraid he might try to pull too hard. The ball within pressed up against a very sensitive and arousing nerve and her eyes locked onto his, stretching wide in surprise. Reacting to her sudden alarm he stopped and lowered her back down. He could see her eyes relax and an unfettered desire for him to repeat what he had done.

It was too late for her. There was no way she could think straight now. Why did she want him to pull his knot out? She couldn't fathom the answer. All she wanted was to climax and to feel his semen warm her belly again.

"Le... t... ee... t... ry... a...gen."(Let me try again)

He made a second attempt, but she impeded his effort by squeezing her legs around him making it impossible to disengage. Clearly she was going to make this difficult and with a snort of disaproval he readjusted his position a second time.

Curious as to his intentions she allowed him the freedom so long as his cock remained inside her and she could enjoy the way it rubbed with every bit of movement he made. He pushed her back as he brought his knees forward and knelt so that her lower body rested on the slope of his lap. Next he grabbed her arms and crossed them together over her chest where he was able to secure both wrists with one of his much larger hands.

Suddenly she wasn't so sure she liked what he was trying to do and she began to feel panicked.

He took his other hand and slid it down between where the two of them were joined, placing his fingers on the base of her ass and wrapping his thumb around her inner thigh very close to her private area. Gradually she could feel him apply pressure, pushing her away from him and the knot within her tugged uncomfortably.

"No! Please, don't pull it out!" she demanded half in fear and half out of sexual desperation. Her body squirmed in protest, but she could do nothing to stop his actions. His one massive hand held her arms pinned to her chest and the angle of her body prohibited her from being able to use her legs effectively to hold him in place.

He tugged harder and this time both pain and pleasure flooded her mind, paralyzing her struggle.

"Noooo," she moaned at first while she struggled to catch her breath. When he pulled even more the force of it felt too great and she feared he might pull her insides out.

"NOOOOO!" she screamed in defiance, but she was powerless to stop him.

Then suddenly there was a popping sensation and out came the bulge with a flood of white milky liquid. His excess semen poured out of her gaping hole and she sighed, relieved he hadn't hurt her. There was also a small part of her that regretted seeing so much of his seed wasted and she yearned to have him fill her up again.

Before she disgraced herself by begging him to fulfill her craving he eased the head of his swollen member back into her. Slowly, so slow it nearly hurt; he slid the length of his shaft down, filling in the void it had left behind.

She purred her satisfaction knowing he understood what she wanted. He pressed his knot into the sensitive folds of flesh between her legs applying pressure gradually until it felt like he might try to force it past her threshold, but then he backed off as gently as he had glided his rod through her to begin with.

The wolfen repeated several times his agonizingly slow motions and the caresses his male member made served to drive her increasingly more mad for him to increase the pace. He removed his hands from where they were and used them to lift up her legs, holding them by the calves so they stuck straight up in the air in a "V" like shape.

Now that her hands were freed she didn't know what to do with them. He was too far away for her to touch like she wanted to so naturally she reached for the only part of him she could. Both of her arms stretched out toward where he penetrated her and with one hand she touched his penis feeling it with her finger tips as it methodically slid in and out of her. The fingers of her other hand found an erotic place to rub just above and the stimulation of her clit was exactly what she needed to send her flying into another orgasm.

Her body quivered and her voice sang with the soft moans of ecstasy more rapidly than the pace he was setting. When he felt her cum he simply pushed himself as deeply as he could and enjoyed the way she quickly squeezed and released his shaft over and over again in a fluttering succession.

Her arms and legs grew heavy as the wave of passion faded, but her sexual cravings still gnawed at her mind. He hadn't finished yet and her sense of completion could not be fulfilled until he came inside her. Her emotions would not be abated without it.

This time she took charge and aggressively pulled herself up by grabbing onto his arms. He willingly reached for her, supporting her back and she could feel gravity push her own weight against the bulge that still remained on his penis. It didn't feel right to her that that part of him was exposed and not enveloped by her own body.

Extending her legs straight and out to either side she began to wave them up and down in the air, using their weight to counter balance her torso and to rock her in a similar motion. His arms helped her slightly, but mostly they held her in place allowing her to do the majority of the work. This pleased her because now she could hasten the pace, to which her sexual companion seemed to be resisting, and bring him to climax.

Her round breast bounced in front of his face and he focused on them like he was getting ready to pounce on prey. The skin of the areola was furless, showing quite visibly her nipples standing erect. The sight of them jiggling was enticing. With little encouragement from her he leaned his head forward and lapped at the hardened nubs. She found the additional stimulation of his wet tongue very exciting. To her surprise, within a few minutes she was feeling another hot orgasmic wave building up at her center and she found herself clutching at his wolf head wanting him to lick her nipples more fervently. His tongue lashing combined whith his stiff rod caused her to explode into another moment of pure bliss.

However he still had not reached the same level of satisfaction as she had thus she could not feel truly content. She was growing physically tired and was beginning to feel sore from all the friction. Never the less those things seemed minor compared to ensuring he replenished all of which had spilled out of her earlier.

She held his head and pulled herself close to his ear where she panted in a whispered voice, "I will not rest until my womb has tasted your seed again."

"Are... yoo... ss... irr?"

"Oh, yes!" she purred. "Absolutely!" With that being her last statement she shoved him hard against his chest, forcing him off balance, making him fall onto his back. She would have gotten catapulted off if he hadn't been swift enough to grab her waist and keep her in place. As it was he had slipped part way out of her and the force in which he had used slammed her back down on his knot, unexpectedly popping it back in.

"Oh!" she gave an astonished yelp as she felt her opening abruptly stretch to accept his entire length. She realized it was because of how lubricated she had become which made it possible for him to squeeze the swollen ball into her.

"Nngghuh!" she groaned through clenched teeth a split second after he had rammed her. The end of his penis collided into the ultra sensitive back wall of her uterus. It hadn't felt so bad before when he was merely grazing it and her orgasm made the contact very enjoyable, but without being on the verge of another climax the rough treatment hurt.

On the plus side, at least he had his knot back inside her. Although, she wasn't sure she had actually enjoyed the sensation of it. It was a sudden shock when it had been forced past her threshold, and between that and the depth to which he reached she hadn't been given proper time to consider it all.

She used her legs to lift herself up enough to restrict how deep he went. It served to pull his knot tightly close to her exit and the pressure it created there was hiting an extremely erogenous zone. Instinctively she combined rolling her hips around while moving up and down creating a gentle tug that drove her crazy.

He let her continue with what she was doing for about a minute then as she was pushing herself up he assisted, greatly increasing the pressure his round bulge had on her.

"What... what are you do... ooo... OOO... IIING!?" she tried to ask, but before she could object he had forced his knot to pop out of her again. It shocked her as before, but this time she had the frame of mind to evaluate it. She found the unusual experience to be... oddly... enjoyable.

With it not plugging her up anymore she was better able to appreciate the length of his shaft again and she gladly took advantage of her opportunity to bounce herself up and down the length of it. Every time she descended she let herself land harder and harder, feeling his natural stopper plow into her nether regions repeatedly. She didn't think she'd mind feeling his knot pass back into her, and in fact that became her goal.

He had both of his hands around her waist and for the most part he was using them to assist her balance. The visual of holding her the way he did turned her on in a perverted sense. It made it look like he was using her to masturbate, as if she were meant for him to insert himself however he pleased. He lifted her up and down, making her warm sheath stroke his steel hard erection. She could hardly wait to feel him ejaculate into her like he'd done twice already.

She sensed a brief moment of tension building up within him, but she didn't understand the nature of it until, quite abruptly, he forcefully yanked her down on top of himself. Once again there was that satisfying pop, but just as before it was accompanied by the head of his penis smashing into the farthest depths of her.

"Nghuh," she groaned upon feeling the impact. It made her body tense up every where and she went entirely stiff, a reaction that apparently brought him great pleasure. Her contracting muscles also had the affect of squeezing the fleshy spear inside of her and she could feel his pleasure expressed by the way its mushroom like head rapidly expanded and deflated over and over, adding to the already intense pressure she was feeling on the inside.

Never had she dreamt of being touched in such a manner. In fact she hadn't even known it was possible to have sex quite like this. Every second he spent swelling within her drowned her awareness in divine pleasure. All she could do was remain impaled the way she was.

The forest was full of sounds, but the only one she was able to hear was the rushing of her blood and the desperate gulps of air she was taking in.

She didn't even realize it but she was staring into the windows of his soul with focused intensity where neither one of them dared to blink. His eyes had glazed over with a golden color. She knew it was not natural and she should think it out of theordinary, but she couldn't. It was exotic and unexplainably beautiful. There was nothing else she could see within her vision other than his eyes nor was there anything else she ever wanted to see again. It mesmerized her. Time had come to a complete stop inside of an infinite second and she felt like she could exist forever in that magical moment. The strangeness of it all somehow felt right as it stretched on and on.

Then like a rubber band her awareness snapped back into place and everything around her happened in a fast-forward like affect. She rolled her hips maximizing the affect his knot had on her, together they lifted her up pulling the bulge out of her while her feminine parts sucked at it, she wildly flew up and down on his cock without restraint until that moment came again when he decided to forcefully plow into her with the entirety of his length contacting that forbidden spot all the way in the back of her canal.

Just as before when his stiff member pressed into her everything seemed to explode into a standstill and she was stuck in that same otherworldly experience where nothing else existed but the two of them. The pain she originally thought she felt was more akin to a fiery burst coming out of her very core igniting her body in a flash of heat. This wasn't sex. She didn't know what it was, but it was most definitely irresistible. It was worse than a drug addiction and as unstoppable as the cycle of day and night. Every time his penis reached into her and touched that most intimate spot there was an inexplicable connection they shared on some spiritual level.

There was no telling how many times they repeated that godly experience. All she knew was that she wanted it like nothing else she had ever wanted in her entire life and every time her mind grazed that blissful second it drained her of energy. She was becoming more and more exhausted with each successive cycle, but she couldn't help herself. It was like they were both driven to achieve that same point of perfection until they were utterly depleted.

Her arms flopped about uncontrollably. She could barely lift herself up with her legs anymore and only really tried when he was ready to unplug his knot, causing her to grunt with the effort. His massive hands wrapped around her narrow waist with his fingers digging into her hips in tense desperation. Her neck muscles were no longer functioning properly and her head tipped in every direction. The only time her eyes remained focus was when they were locked onto his, otherwise they were fluttering close or rolling up into her head.

"P... p... plea... ea ea ea ea ease, no... more," she tried to communicate, but her voice was weak and her words were too broken up by all the bouncing. "Can't... can't... take... it."

She felt lightheaded and knew she was on the verge of passing out, but somehow she managed to keep going. She had to hold on long enough for just one more of those frozen moments. It was almost over. On some level she knew he was close to finishing.

And then it happened.

He roared as he shoved into her with everything he had. She plunged down upon him claiming every last inch of his male anatomy. All the air flew out of her lungs and her eyes snapped wide open, riveting onto his solid gold orbs. His penis swelled like a balloon and she felt like he might tear through her.

Then there was a volcanic eruption as superheated sperm squirted out the tip of his head which was shoved all the way to very back pressing tightly against her insides. The pressure was unbelievable. She sucked in air as if she were drowning and it might be her last breathe. Each jet of fire hit her with an electrifying jolt and she threw her head to the sky, screaming louder than ever before. Her bestial yell merged with his in a long continuous note transforming the two of their voices into one. It was born out of a primal passion, declaring their union to every living creature capable of hearing. Together, in that single moment of time they were both connected forever. Two whole beings combining to make something greater than their sum.

The wave of fire continued to roll around inside of her while muscles rippled along his shaft, helping to squeeze out all of his precious fluids. She snapped her head forward squinting her eyes closed and pulled her arms and legs halfway into herself trying to ball herself up, but unable to do so properly because of her postion. The tips of her toes pointed straight at the ground and her fists clenched like the rest of her body as she braced herself to ride out the remaining inferno that still swept across her entire being. She could feel the liquid heat burning in the center of her core as the rest of the flames danced over her skin slowly diminish.

As she returned to reality complete and utter exhaustion dominated her, and she exhaled a sigh of relief. An overwhelming sense of fulfillment completed her as if she were destined to be here. Now. With him. Bound together. Forever.

Finally she could rest.

Just as she was about to topple over onto his chest a distant part of her mind registered a third scream. This one sounded unnatural and grated against her sensibility. She didn't have the strength to keep herself upright, but her survival instincts told her she should.

Without warning another rokosh dropped out of the trees from above with an insane ravening look in her eyes. The attacker held with two hands a heavy double-bladed axe high above their heads and faster than any of them could process the crazy feline swung it in a swift, downward arc, embedding the deadly weapon directly into the face of her wolfen lover. His blood spurted from the devastating wound and red splattered everywhere soaking into the fur of all three of them.

Catta felt the body beneath her twitch eerily with his cleaved brain firing erratic comands through his synapses. She needed to scream in terror, but any strength she could've used for such an effort was gone. All she could do was sway where she sat with the shock of what happened pushing her mind to its breaking point.

Her vision was turning blurry. She never imagined she'd die like this; completely powerless to defend herself, and in such a comprimsable position. If she had any sense left to feel anything it would have been regret for not being able to die fighting like the proud warriors of her clan.

For some reason the other cat woman just stood there, letting go of the axe handle, and slumping her shoulders in defeat.

Was she shaking? Did she hear her crying?

"Catta...," a heartbroken voice said.

Catta recognised the sound. Somewhere, on an unconscious level it resonated with her. This stranger was someone she had known all her life. How could she not have identified her right away?

"M... mother...?" was the final thing Catta said or did. The world went black and she felt herself falling until she was buried in the most wonderful fur she had ever felt. Yet for some reason that sensation brought with it a horrible saddness that swallowed her like the rest of the blackness. Maybe, if she willed it, she could die too.