{"sf1_id":550823,"sf2_id":"5nz67bEn","title":"The Wolf and Red","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5501,"posted_at":"2013-06-14T05:40:00.000Z","tags":["Dominance","Fantasy","Human","Light Bondage","M/F","Sex","Submission","Wolf","anthology"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/550823-the-wolf-and-red","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/5nz67bEn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c4/7f/c47f8506-28db-4799-955c-36d9c0bea1fa","description":"#1 of FurryShots\n\nA mixed bag of adult-content furry stuff, with dominance and bondage tossed in","content":" The Wolf and Red - (C)2012 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved  \n[inspired by Facebook pic of Wolf and Red Riding Hood on motorcycle]  \n  \nGinger Salanov celebrated the new Springtime with her family. Due to her  \nhair colour she was usually just called Red, and her Gramma had made her a  \ncloak to keep her warm. The red material covered her closely and the hood  \nkept her ears and face cozy.  \n  \nHowever, it also covered her lovely long legs, voluptuous hips and thighs,  \nher narrow waist, sensuously curved breasts, and lovely face. Gramma wanted  \nher covered, because then the randy boys would leave her alone, and Gramma  \nwas old-fashioned.  \n  \nGramma even thought Red was still a virgin, and that young ladies should  \nremain so until they fell in love with a powerful man and got married. Why  \nwould a man \\*want\\* a virgin in the honeymoon bed? Sure you want to teach  \nher, but really, wouldn't it be more special if she had a clue what to  \ndo to please you?  \n  \nWhat Red wanted to wear was her red high-heeled shoes, red skirt of modest  \nlength with the matching top, panties and bra. She wanted men to look at her  \nand want her, so she wore the bodice low, covering her modestly but displaying  \nher top cleavage.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red was bored with her life and wanted some adventure. She wasn't all goofy  \nand romantic, didn't expect a handsome prince to sweep her off her feet. But  \nit would be fun, and she liked to dream.  \n  \n\\*  \nOne morning she finished her chores early, because she'd spent extra time  \nthe previous day and rested in the late afternoon. Now Red had some free time  \nand went for a walk.  \n  \nShe was careful to obey her parent's warnings about the dangers of the local  \nwoods, and stayed on the path which wound through the trees. It only went about  \na half-mile into the woods before gently curving back.  \n  \nThe village lay between the two ends of the path, so Red had about a mile  \nand a half to walk to enter the forest, about three miles along it, and about  \na mile and a half from the other end back to her village.  \n  \nBut don't think it was all a /Grimms' Fairy Tales/ village. To begin with,  \nthey'd had electricity and running water for over a century. They just didn't  \nget cable TV in the valley, and what they could get on telly wasn't really  \nworth the licence fees.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So Red amused herself walking along and identifying the different plants  \nand animals. As she wandered by a small pond, she heard a rumbling noise in  \nthe distance and stopped to look up.  \n  \nBut the sky was clear blue, without clouds to keep it company. The rumbling  \nsound got gradually louder, and Red slipped off the safe path several meters  \nto a small hill overgrown with thick vines and tree brush. She could hide if  \nshe needed to.  \n  \nBut Red could also look west along the path, where the rumbling was coming  \nfrom. She was almost seventeen, old enough to know when to hide and when to  \nconfront a new situation. As she hesitated she could just make out the shape  \nof a motorcycle and rider.  \n  \nOnly a few people in Red's village rode the noisy machines. Most people  \nwalked or rode bikes, their own muscles powering them. Only those who didn't  \nlive nearby rode motorcycles, and there was an air of naughtiness to those  \nwho did.  \n  \nPolite people stayed nearby to do their share of work in the village.  \nOnly young men and adolescents took off to discover the world. Everyone  \nelse already knew everything they cared to know about the world.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \nThe motorcycle slowed as the rider saw the woods open up into the meadow  \nwhere the stream burbled into the pond. Red was quite surprised to see the  \nrider had no helmet, which was a bit unsafe, even if the ground was softer  \nthan paved roads.  \n  \nShe was even more surprised to see the dark fur and bare feet of an anthro  \nwolf. She knew about anthros of course, cause she knew a few, but this guy  \nwas a lot rougher than she was used to.  \n  \nAs he approached and slowed, Red saw the dark fur and very little else.  \nRed was a young woman with the hormones to prove it, and she giggled to see  \nhe wasn't wearing pants, just the leather motorcycle jacket.  \n  \nHeh, what about road rash if he slipped on the wet leaves or brush along  \nthe forest path? His arms were protected, and he wore the jacket zipped, so  \nRed couldn't see his chest, but his thighs and legs had only the thick  \nluxurious fur ...  \n  \nA woman's allowed to dream, right? She giggled again, louder, and coughed.  \nThe tall triangular ears of the handsome wolf swiveled towards the wood where  \nRed almost hid. The beautiful woman exchanged appraising looks with the lupine  \nand wasn't afraid.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Even though she knew about wolves. They were territorial, so why was this  \nyoung stud wandering around where any lusty young woman could ...  \n  \nRed saw the wolf's bare fur and her eyes arrowed in on the strong male hips,  \nthe firm strong muscles of his thighs, the bulge of his calves...  \n  \nAll his parts, at least as well as she could make out the shape under that  \nlovely fur. The wolf just stood there, as if he'd known all along the woman  \nwas watching him, and a sly knowing smile slowly slipped around his lips.  \n  \nThe male wolf was eying Red as much as she did him. He'd scented her a few  \nhundred feet away, even over the petrol fumes of his steel steed. He'd slowed  \nand looked, and his enhanced eyesight caught her movement. She wasn't prey,  \nbut he sought her out anyway.  \n  \nOK, maybe she \\*was\\* prey, because they both had hormones, but he didn't  \nwanna eat her. OK, yeah, he kinda did in the adult way, but not for food.  \nHe'd eaten at a stop a few miles away, and enough even for him, with a big  \nbarely-cooked steak and a nice Chianti he could pretend was fresh hot blood  \nto satisfy his basic animal instincts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; OK, maybe she kinda was food. Not for his stomach but lower. He was enough  \nof a wolf to be interested in why a scantily-clad woman was wandering around  \nthe forest. Sure it was daytime, but why high heels and that skirt slit open  \ndown the sides to reveal her luscious ankles, shins, calves, knees, lower  \nthighs ...  \n  \n\\*  \nThe wolf was rather staring at Red, and she liked being stared at. After  \nall, that's why she'd opened the side fastenings of the red skirt, showing  \nherself and hiding the rest. To tempt him, and tease him, and suggest he  \ncould see more if he was a gentleman.  \n  \nEr, gentlefur, maybe. Red was staring at the wolf shamelessly, looking up  \nhis legs to the hem of his motorcycle jacket. The wolf wore no pants, just  \na lot of dark fur covering ...  \n  \nWell, Red wasn't a virgin and she knew what she was looking for. His furry  \nscrotum and sheath hiding his baculum. She knew how to hold a man, caress the  \nballs in their sac, wake his weasel up and enjoy him.  \n  \nWolfy was hiding himself, and Red wanted more. Her scent changed, her pulse  \nquickened, and Wolfy knew it. She was teasing him, showing lots of leg and a  \nhint of cleavage, so he decided to tease her back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His paws slowly slid up his jacket to his zipper. He pulled it down teas-  \ningly slow, seeing the effect his broad manly chest had on the female. His  \nsmile broadened, but he kept his lips together hiding his sharp carnassials  \nand most of his long canines.  \n  \nRed felt like she was dreaming, and she didn't want it to end. Somehow her  \nfeet moved on the rough terrain even in the heels. She walked slowly to Wolfy,  \nseeing his mouth closed and wasn't afraid.  \n  \nHe drew her to him with just the power of his eyes, his muscular roughness,  \nand his desire. He left the jacket half-unzipped as Red approached, and low-  \nered his paws. Red approached him, and he didn't threaten her. He let her come  \nto him at her own pace.  \n  \nAs a matter of fact, his fur didn't completely hide his male response. Red  \ngiggled and he followed the line of her sight, directly to his groin. She was  \nwilling to see him as his sheath twitched.  \n  \nThen she stood directly in front of her hunk. His digitigrade feet held his  \nankles above the ground, and he balanced on his five toes and the footpads.  \nRed knew enough about wildlife to know real wolves had four toes in back and  \nfront, five if you count the dewclaw.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolfy was anthro, built more like a human, standing upright but his legs  \nhinged at hips, knees, ankles. He was bigger than Red, and he stood even  \ntaller. She had to reach up to hold his left paw in her right hand.  \n  \n\\*  \nWolfy stood still and let Red discover him. He was her first wolf, and she  \nwas curious about the fur. She saw it in his open jacket as it cascaded down  \nhis massive shoulders, thick biceps and elbows. The leather hid his forearms  \nand wrists, but fur extended onto the backs of his hands and over his fingers.  \n  \nRed didn't draw back in fear of the huge wolf. He moved his left arm around  \nher slowly, carefully, protectively. Her hand in his followed where he led.  \nRed let the mysterious stranger hug her with one arm, and draw her to him.  \n  \nShe removed her hand from his paw and drew both around his shoulders. She  \ncould barely touch her fingers, and let Wolfy draw her tightly to him. He  \nlet her stroke his back over the leather, then gently drew her hands up to  \nhis thick muscular neck.  \n  \nRed let him move her hands over his neck, behind his head, around his ears.  \nHe controlled her, and it felt wonderful rubbing her fingers through his thick  \ndark fur. For both of them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red moaned in pleasure. She let him draw her in to him, gave herself to his  \npower and arousing scent. Her mind whirled with his animal scent, and he was  \nanthro so it wasn't unpleasant.  \n  \nWolfy drew Red's lips to his. She hesitated, frightened at the sharp teeth,  \nand he didn't force her. He just smiled, barely showing them, and opened his  \nmouth just enough to let his long smooth lupine tongue out to play.  \n  \nRed melted. If her ... lover? ... was this careful with her, she wanted to  \nplease him. He held her close, and wore no pants, so she could feel his sheath  \ntwitch. He obviously liked her, and she was willing enough, but still teased.  \nRed let Wolfy hug her, and lick her face. She knew he was just saying hello,  \nand opened her mouth to the questing tongue. It slid in gently, exploring this  \npart of her, never demanding her surrender.  \n  \nWolfy and Red kissed rather passionately. Red didn't know why she felt this  \nway, just that she'd finally found a guy who could keep up with her wild side.  \nTheir tongues began to duel, long wolfy one and smaller woman one. Thrust and  \nparry, lunge and riposte.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was just for fun, and not competition. Their kiss became increasingly  \npassionate, until they finally came up for air. Wolfy was panting a bit and  \nRed's luscious cleavage heaved into his broad furry chest.  \n  \nWolfy's sheath was definitely twitching against Red, and she liked his appa-  \nrent approval. She decided to increase the intimacy, and in the forest the  \nskirt wasn't really necessary. She giggled and asked for release, and Wolfy  \nallowed her to step back.  \n  \nShe'd already undone the leg fastenings, and the waist was soon untied as  \nwell. Wolfy took the skirt gently, and folded it into his steed's back stor-  \nage. Neither one was thinking carefully, and as Wolfy turned back and beheld  \nRed's bare ankles and legs, thighs and red panties, he forgot he was bare  \nas his sheath erupted.  \n  \nPink flesh poked out and rose to the occasion. Red's eyes got big as she  \nsaw his size for the first time. Wow, and it was all for her! Wolfy liked  \nher assessment of his sports equipment.  \n  \n\\*  \n\"My, what big eyes you have!\" she exclaimed.  \n\"The better to see you with, my dear\", he replied.  \n\"What big ears you have,\" Red said, reaching up again and stroking them.  \n\"The better to hear you with, my dear\". Wolfy liked having his ears fondled.  \n\"And What a lovely tongue you have,\" Red had enjoyed his tongue.  \n\"The better to lick you with, my dear\", and he showed her for several minutes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red gave herself to the pleasure of being licked by a strong man. He licked  \nher lips, the tip of her nose, her small round ears. He licked down the left  \nside of her neck, noting her pulse quickening as he worked her.  \n  \nWolfy licked under Red's jaw, and she gave herself to him, even her vulner-  \nable throat. Wolfy pressed his hips against her, and she moaned again as she  \nforgot to even resist his advances.  \n  \nHer bare thighs rubbed against his furry ones, and his Wolfhood pressed her  \nflesh as it hardened. She loved the feel of his power, and the strength of his  \ndesire. She was the cause and the satisfaction of his lust.  \n  \nHe licked down her left shoulder, across and up her right, up her neck again  \nto her ear. He was groaning, she was moaning, and their rhythm found each other  \nas Red begged him to undress her completely.  \n  \nSigh, what's a guy to do? Red obviously needed something, and Wolfy was  \nwilling to help scratch her itch. Gramma's cloak slid down her back, over her  \nvoluptuous rump, to the dry leaves covering the ground.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolfy looked at Red's top holding her sexy chest and tummy. He told her to  \nraise her arms, and she did it like she was dreaming. Her lover drew in his  \nbreath, and his baculum stirred as he strode forth and lifted the red cloth  \nfrom her body.  \n  \nHe was easily tall enough to get it over her shoulders, arms, wrists, and  \nhands. Red's top joined her cloak on the leaves. Wolfy tried to stop his paws  \nfrom fumbling with her bra, but she just let him find his way among her clips  \nand straps.  \n  \nNeither one minded his clumsiness. When her heaving bosom was finally  \nreleased from its prison, Red shook her full C's in his face, and The Tongue  \nbegan lapping rather roughly at the proffered mammaries.  \n  \nActually, Red rather liked it rough. All this time Wolfy had been gentle  \nand considerate of her feelings, and that got her feeling aroused. She'd been  \nlooking at his furry scrotum and sheath, and now she had his Wolfhood showing.  \n  \nRed liked how big he was. And she'd soon find out he knew how to use it.  \n  \n\\*  \nBoth Wolfy and Red were breathing rather heavily now. She tugged at his right  \nwrist, and he let her remove his leather motorcycle jacket. As the full glory  \nof his powerful male wolfbody was revealed, she began to make rather animal-  \nistic sounds.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Woof! Woof! Woof! ...\" she kept repeating. He replied in Wolven, \"You like  \nwhat you see, don't you, girl?\" but she didn't know he was somewhat degrading  \nher with the word.  \n  \nAfter all, his little head was taking over from the big one, so he reverted  \nto his native language. \"And I like what you're showing me. Come here and give  \nyourself to me.\"  \n  \nRed didn't know the words, but the tone was clear, and it excited her. She  \nwanted this randy wolf to look at her, and hug and kiss and lick, and more.  \nShe slid to her knees at his furry bare feet. Wolfy liked how she looked.  \n  \nHe'd gotten quite dusty riding, but he'd stopped at the pond to rinse his  \nfur, and only his pads got muddy again. His fur was still damp from air-drying,  \nand Red was drawn down to him. Standing alone, he dropped his heels almost to  \nthe ground, but steadied himself.  \n  \n\"What's your name, girl?\" he said gently. You may have wondered why they  \nhadn't introduced themselves yet, I mean exchanged names. They'd already  \nexchanged glances, eyed each other, and hugged and kissed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Ginger\", she replied. \"I live in the village nearby.\"  \n\"Samuel.\" He extended his right paw to shake.  \n  \nInstead, Red kissed it. She kept her hands down, and as he looked at her  \nRed dropped her eyes demurely. She didn't understand why she was acting this  \nway. Usually she was wilder with men and wanted control.  \n  \nThe Wolf spoke in a low growling voice, full of authority. \"Kiss my heels,  \ngirl.\" They were still in the air, still peeking out from the damp fur. Red  \nobeyed. She reluctantly tore her gaze away from his furry groin and the  \nscent of strong manhood, and slipped around him on her knees.  \n  \nShe kissed his furry heels. She wanted to lick, and she didn't know why.  \nThis wolf had given her pleasure, and she'd mostly undressed for him. Her  \nred panties and bra were the only things hiding her body from him now.  \n  \nExcept for her shoes. Somehow her Gramma's red cloak had slid to the ground,  \nbut she hadn't noticed when she'd removed her skirt or top for the furry hunk  \nwho so easily dominated her.  \n  \nThe Wolf's weight on her shoulder pushed her down, and she willingly slid  \nher lips down his feet, kissing and licking. He smelled only of Wolfy power,  \nand spread his toes for her. By now she took it as a command as she licked.  \nRed kissed his toes and rubbed her cheeks gently on his arches.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then another part of him bounced on her red hair. It reminded her he had  \nmore work for her talented mouth and tongue, but first he lifted her easily  \nto her feet and engulfed her mouth in his. As they kissed, Red's passion  \nrose like a tide washing away any thought.  \n  \nThe Wolf was very good at controlling Red. So good he made her think she  \nwas choosing to walk to him, undress for him, kneel and crawl, lick and kiss  \nhim. He had sensed the wildness in her, that she was unfulfilled, and took  \nadvantage of his skills and her need.  \n  \n\\*  \nHis Wolfhood pulsed against her bare upper thigh, insisting gently that she  \naccept pleasure from him. He walked with her toward the wood, and pushed her  \nrather roughly up against a sturdy tree. Red was too foggy-minded to object.  \n  \nThe big strong wolf held her wrists easily behind the tree. She allowed it,  \nbecause he licked her deeply as he explored her mouth with his long smooth  \ntongue. Red liked it rough, and liked this man who knew what he wanted.  \n  \nWolfy wasn't being cruel, and he released Red from his grip. She kept her  \nwrists together around the tree over her head, and he bent down a bit to apply  \nhis tongue to her body.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She'd done him the favour of allowing him to remove her bra, and only her  \npanties and shoes remained. He could have ordered her to remove them, but  \nthe shoes held her heels in the air and her calf muscles tight, which gave  \nher luscious legs such excitingly smooth curves.  \n  \nAll the way up, from her foot arches to her upper thighs. Only the panties  \nhid her body from his randy eyesight, and he was working Red slowly to keep  \nher excited and unaware of his goal.  \n  \nBut she probably knew anyway. The scent emanating from the brief red cloth  \nmade it quite hard, I mean to concentrate as Wolfy began licking Red's bare  \nflesh again.  \n  \nFor now his long smooth lupine tongue licked her cleavage, around the out-  \nside of her left breast and underneath. Red giggled as he stroked her with a  \nfurry paw and his tongue.  \n  \nHer breath went ragged as his talented tongue slipped under her curves, and  \nRed gasped as it slipped up between her breasts from underneath. She moved her  \nhands and hugged him tightly, trying to get his long muzzle closer, and rubbed  \nagainst his canines.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolfy grinned evilly, and took a pair of fur-lined handcuffs from his jacket.  \nHe disengaged Red, and put her hands back around the tree over her head. The  \nsexually-aroused woman was in no condition to resist the bondage as he locked  \nthe cuffs around her wrists. Red was trapped, but she didn't know it.  \n  \nThe slight pain excited Red. The man who held her was so big, and so strong,  \nand his animal scent went straight to Red's mind and inflamed her desire. His  \ntongue slowly and teasingly slid around her right breast, over the top, around  \nthe outside, and finally underneath.  \n  \nRed's breathing was getting erratic, and he gave her a few seconds to get it  \nunder control. Then he began owning her body again, lifting her mammary with  \nhis tongue and letting it slip down as he tongued between her breasts. Red  \nloved the attention.  \n  \nMr Randy Wolf was panting himself, and he took several deep breaths before  \ncontinuing to lick Red. She was moaning helplessly now, and begging him to  \ntake her panties off. They were already moist, and Wolfy chose to help Red.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Frankly he'd enjoyed her undressing and begging him to do more to her. She  \nwas probably unaware of the distinction that he'd just been doing things  \n\\*with\\* her. He didn't believe in doing things \\*to\\* a woman.  \n  \nAlways get her consent before you play. And it \\*is\\* play, giving her enough  \npleasure she'd want to return the favour. Making Red owe him was part of the  \nfun of seducing a new woman. That's why he'd been driving down the path today.  \n  \n\\*  \nBut now Wolfy's lower head had enough of preliminaries. It was time to get  \nto the main course, I mean event. You know the adult meaning of Red's hood,  \nand I think her Gramma was sneakier than she let on, cause why else make the  \ncloak red? Remember Gramma probably thought Red was still a virgin and needed  \na little push to get the men started.  \n  \nNow that Red's wrists were cuffed together around the tree, Wolfy began  \nlicking her breasts more meaningfully. Red moaned long and loud as her mind  \ntook a vacation and just let her enjoy.  \n  \nThe intensity of his tonguing increased. Wolfy caressed Red's heaving  \nbreasts in his furry paws, stroking her flesh and kneading it with his furry  \nfingers. Red only knew he was making her more and more excited. She had no  \nthoughts other than to beg him not to stop.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolfy considered tormenting Red, leaving her bound here helpless in need  \nof a man's power. His throbbing organ outvoted him and he licked around Red's  \nleft aureola clockwise, making her moan and beg for him. He pulled back and  \nlicked her right aureola anti-clockwise.  \n  \nThe helplessly-aroused woman's Twin Towers stiffened and rose. Wolfy began  \nsucking on them gently, keeping his sharp incisors out of her sensitive flesh.  \nHer moans became very loud, and he reached down to pluck her red bra from the  \nground.  \n  \nWolfy roughly stuffed the bra into Red without folding it. The flimsy mater-  \nial filled her mouth and muffled her animal moans. Red arched her back, thrust-  \ning her heaving pleasure mounds at him, begging ...  \n  \nHe roughly gripped her hair and made her look directly at him. All he saw  \nwas deep desire in her eyes, and the reflection of his own lust. It was time  \nto enjoy what they both needed. Red had seen his furry scrotum, licked his  \nballs through the long rough fur.  \n  \nShe'd gotten a close-up view of his Wolfy sheath and the Wolfhood it had  \nheld before the baculum-stiffened organ sallied forth. He was flying at half-  \nmast before he let her up and took her to the tree, and now he waved to the  \ncarefully-handcuffed young woman still begging to be subjected to his mercy.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \nGinger Salanov was trapped, and she loved him for his male power over her.  \nWolfy pressed her bare rump against the tree, rubbing her flesh on the bark,  \nand she enjoyed the roughness, of the tree and the Wolf.  \n  \nRemember Red wasn't a virgin, but this was her first Wolf. He was taller  \nand more muscular than a human man, and his power tool was bigger too. He  \nstrode up to her and stroked her bare thighs again. Red gasped, and writhed,  \nand tasted herself on the bra stuffed in her mouth.  \n  \nStill the cruel Wolf teased her. She wanted him, and she was quite wet now,  \nso his organ took over thinking and stroked her lower lips. Red loved his  \npower and bucked her hips trying to get him aimed. Still he teased his bound  \ncaptive.  \n  \nHis little head became wet with Red's juices. He pressed against her red  \nhood, and her clit poked out to play. She was no longer able even to try to  \nspeak. Her animal sounds were muffled, but of course her lover knew what she  \nneeded.  \n  \nWolfy stroked her lips and hood as his paws roamed freely over her heated  \nbody. He stroked her inner lips and she opened to engulf him. As a woman,  \nshe had muscles 'down there' she only used for lovers, and she gripped his  \nlittle head.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; This small young woman's strength rather surprised Samuel Wolf. She seemed  \nquite desperate as she gripped him and moved her innards to actually pull him  \ninside her!  \n  \nThe sensations his Wolfhood was giving him were quite exciting, and he had  \nno reason to resist fully hardening. She had him so hard already he was sur-  \nprised when she released him. She knew what she wanted from him, and he was  \na Wolf. All male Canids have knots, an enlarged part of their penises, and  \nRed thrust her unbound hips at the male just as she released her iron grip.  \n  \nThe Wolfhood was stuffed deeply inside Red. Even his knot made a wet sploosh  \nas it pounded into her. His hips worked, his thighs and legs pounded the hot  \nflesh. Red moaned and squirmed, and he was sure he was hurting her.  \n  \nBut Red held onto him and met his thrusts. Deep inside and almost out,  \nsquishily poking her innards. Wolfy was sure she'd be too sore to walk, but  \nhis little head didn't care and it was in control.  \n  \nThrust, pull back, thrust, repeat. That was about the limit of Wolfy's plans  \nat the moment, and he slid his engorged knot deeply into the willing female.  \nShe was almost as hot for him as the bitches he'd encountered at home, and  \nalthough she was only a human she certainly made up for her lack of size with  \nenthusiasm.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But of course females can keep rising on the high tide of their pleasure,  \nand we guys can't keep it up. Well, maybe the eunuchs, which is why men go  \nto 'special houses' for some renovations. After, they don't have the lust but  \ndo have increased stamina. Eunuchs can wait for the woman to really enjoy.  \n  \nWolfy was all male, all the time. He did have seasons like wild animals  \nwhen he was even randier, and he needed several bitches close by to satisfy  \nhis desires. Red was only human, and she was lucky he wasn't in season.  \n  \nSo anyway, a male can only take so much milking inside a woman before he  \nexplodes. Wolfy had taken lots of time with Red, and she was hot and ready  \nfor him. But he'd gotten all hot and bothered too, and after only a few  \nminutes inside her he had to cum.  \n  \nHis love juice fired deep inside the lusty female, painting her innards and  \nsending waves of hot pleasure racing up her spine, exploding deep in Ginger  \nSalanov's brain. She forgot the soreness of her wrists in the cuffs and hung  \nhelpless, loving the power Samuel Wolf had over her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \nAfterwards, Sam held Red in his powerful arms, enveloping the hot human in  \nhis furry Wolf arms. He'd been a bit rough with the weak female, and a bitch  \nwouldn't have minded him biting her ruff while covering her.  \n  \nBut Red was only human. Her naked body was covered with little scrapes and  \ncuts, and maybe it was the blood that got Sam so riled up. He'd forgotten when  \nhe'd bitten and scratched her.  \n  \nEven her luscious breasts and rump were red. How could that be? He was sure  \nhe'd never sneaked behind her. Maybe just rough tree bark pounding against her  \nsoft yielding flesh.  \n  \nAt any rate, the sun had moved rather further down its path than he'd plan-  \nned. He was surprised at Red's wildness, her eagerness for rough sex with him.  \nHe pressed his Wolfiness against her and she started to respond again, despite  \nher tiredness and pain.  \n  \nBut of course the big strong Wolf wasn't tired or sore. Even his softened  \npenis had retracted, and he was rather unhappy with the sloppiness. He seemed  \nto have quite a hard (heh) time releasing Red, even though he'd left the key  \nin the cuffs this time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red collapsed in his arms when the cuffs released her wrists. But her eyes  \nweren't dull, she just needed a few minutes. He picked her up easily and went  \nback to the pond, waded in, and plopped his burden down.  \n  \nHe needed to cool off. One of the problems with such thick luxurious fur  \nwas it held in the heat, even when he exercised, and his pads were wet with  \nhis thermo-regulation. As he splashed around he was careful to make sure Red  \nwasn't sinking.  \n  \nThe silly female had a tendency to try to stand up, which just meant she  \nstopped floating. As the cold water enveloped her head, she realised she had  \nto get to the surface, and he really enjoyed watching her balloons bounce.  \n  \nThat guy Archimedes was right. The boobs displace water, and it pushes back,  \nso they float. Wolfy snuck under and swam to her, to tickle her between her  \nlegs.  \n  \nWhen she struggled to the surface to complain he just sucked her face. His  \nsexy muzzle easily engulfed her, his sharp teeth weren't a danger. But the  \nsun continued to drop, and the shadows lengthened.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Soon Ginger's friends would begin to wonder what she was doing all alone  \nin the forest so late. Of course she wasn't alone, and Wolfy would protect  \nher, but they didn't know that.  \n  \nSamuel reluctantly retrieved his sextoy and towed her back in. He did the  \nWolfy-paddle and let her hold his tail. It gave them both a giggle. Red could  \nsee what the cold water did to Mr Wolf. She was glad his cock was in a nice  \nwarm sheath.  \n  \n\\*  \nNeither Wolf nor human had expected the tryst, or needing to cool off, so  \nWolfy didn't have a towel. He'd expected to stop at a B\u0026B and use theirs.  \nHe'd let Red's bra out of her mouth after he'd tossed her in the pond, and  \nnow she was rinsed it was time to get out and find her panties, top and skirt.  \n  \nOh, and the cloak. It was lying redly crumpled on the leaves where she'd  \nleft it, and he'd folded the skirt. Red knew the dry panties would stick  \nto her wet bare flesh, so she squeezed her hair out on them to rinse them  \nthen swished them around awhile.  \n  \nNow wet panties slid eagerly up her wet legs and thighs. It was sad to see  \nRed's Hood hidden again, but the Wolf didn't have to leave the village. It  \nwas OK with him to stay a few days.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So he and Red could see each other some more, if they could avoid the prudes.  \nActually Wolfkind rather looked down their snouts at human-lupine involvements  \nand the humans didn't care for them either.k  \n  \nWolf and Red approached his cycle, and they both needed to dry off. Wolf put  \nhis leather jacket back on, and Red put her bra, panties, cloak and shoes on.  \nShe left her skirt in the boot, picked up the basket she'd carried a snack  \nin, and hopped on the back seat, sidesaddle facing left.  \n  \nBoth lupine and human enjoyed drying off in the wind from the motorcycle's  \npassage, he in the fur and she with bare arms and legs. Both were well-satis-  \nfied from the exercise and the swim.  \n  \nPerhaps they could meet up again later?  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FurryShots","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/562130-penal-pleasures-1.json"}}