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Just assume the male from Chapter 1's name is Alecrast. I'll patch that in later. ^_^;;

Chapter 2 - Betrayal

The young fox padded silently through the streets, ditching her clothes entirely as she wandered into Alecrast's home... and straight into his father's bed. Now that the nubile teenage fox was in heat, now that her ripe young loins would be receptive to the older wolf's seed, it was time to carry out the next part of her master's plan. Oh, how she'd been waiting for this! Her encounter with the handsome older wolf's son had left her wanting and the thought of what was to come left the already sodden vixen with an unbearable yearning in her loins. While Alecrast's affectionate tongue had been frustratingly effective at bringing the hedonistic fox to climax, the lack of seed in her womb left her unfulfilled and lusting for more. She grinned victoriously, gazing at the "other woman" in his bed, his comely wife, Allandra. She was a slender silver-furred wolfess with a luxuriant mane of silky maroon hair, tall and thin yet ample of bosom, possessing a beautiful smile even as she slept; quite attractive for her age. A malicious smile played across the wicked vulpine's lips as she recalled her earlier conversations with the now slumbering lupine female.

Allandra had confided in her - she and her husband had been trying to have another child for over nine months now without success, and she had become worried that maybe something was wrong with her. Nine months. Funny how that number coincided exactly with her arrival into their home. She leaned down and kissed the attractive wolfess upon her forehead before whispering, "Your husband will never breed you again. All his precious seed is mine. But don't worry, Allandra... I do see you getting pregnant again very soon..." Her voice trailed off as she turned her attentions back to her man, ignoring the soft distressed whimper from the wolfess alseep at his side. No less delicious now than when she had first had him all those months ago, she licked her lips in anticipation as she thought back to their very first time together...

She had taken great pleasure in his conquest. He had been a true challenge; utterly devoted to his wife, he'd refused her every advance readily. Still, the licentious young fox always got her way. She'd come to him in the middle of the night, waiting until he and his wife were fast asleep. She entered their bedroom and intoned a Word of Silence, ensuring no sound would disturb his mate's unnaturally deep slumber. Amazing, the power of a little narcotic, made from the root of an all-too-common flower. The lissome vulpine shed her clothes and slithered into his bed with unholy grace. Within seconds, her watering mouth had attached itself to his sheath and soon she had been sucking upon Allandra's husband like there was no tomorrow. She had been careful not to wake him, keeping him upon the very edge of consciousness as tiny paws massaged muscular thighs and a pair of orange-sized nuts in between. Panting, she'd lifted off his swollen member and peeled back the sheets. She could still recall the clear thin strand of lupine pre- that was strung between the crown of his cock and her soft, satiny, saliva-covered lips. "Good," she had thought to herself as his turgid tool bobbed needfully before her. "He's so aroused, he'd fuck any hole he could find." She stuffed a pair of fingers into her own wet slit, her digits quickly saturated with the lubrication she'd readily produced. "Damn, I'm as wet as he is horny. This is going to be fun," she remembered uttering secretively. Having withdrawn her honey-coated fingers, she'd traced the moisture of her sex slowly over his lips, the wolven male's tongue flickering out instinctively to taste the sweet ambrosia she'd produced just for him. His nostrils flared as the scent hit his nose. With the last bits of moisture she'd drawn her name in the wolf's fur, scribed in a language long forgotten. He would lust after her always now, whenever he'd catch her scent, finding himself oddly aroused at the most inconvenient of times.

Without hesitation, the shapely vixen had crawled atop him, her slender paw pumping slowly at his precum-coated length, ensuring his constant stimulation as she guided the head of his engorged wolfmeat to the entrance of her tight wet slit. Reaching between her legs, she spread her swollen labia apart and, after a little effort, was soon taking his root deep inside her. She grunted at his girth. "I never knew wolves could be this thick," she marveled as she began to rock atop him. As her paws landed on his chest, his eyes fluttered open and he groaned, the aroused and very erect wolf already halfway to orgasm as she massaged his length within that salacious slippery foxhole built for breeding. She gripped him with the muscles of her cunt, squeezing him hard within her hungry sex.

It was dark within the bedroom but he could tell right away that something was amiss. His wife had never ridden him like this! The nimble little minx was going at it atop him as though her entire body was ablaze and the only way to extinguish that flame was with the hot, hard, firehose of a cock buried within her slippery snatch. She bucked and rolled with her hips amorously, quickly quelling his rebellious attempts to escape her. A few more strokes of her tight young slit and that proud once-devoted wolf was ready to give her anything she desired. He made one last half-hearted attempt to remove her from her throne and then surrendered to the sensations brought on by the young fox impaling herself upon him, leaving him a willing prisoner of her feminine wiles. It felt so good! Allandra had never been so... No! He mustn't think such thoughts! The nimble fox planted her paws upon his chest more firmly, leaned forward to hover over him, gazing demurely into his eyes as she withdrew her generously lubricated and sinfully tight teenage pussy upwards and off of his throbbing cock until only his glans remained within her, letting the cool air lick at his sex-coated shaft. He loved his wife dearly. He loved her even as the young fox bent forward and whimpered imploringly into his ear, begging the masculine wolf to claim her. He loved his wife even as his paws latched onto that gorgeous adolescent fox's waist and yanked her back onto his blood-heated arousal, stabbing that furious red column of flesh back into her drenched and willing passage. He loved his wife... almost as much as he loved the bawdy blonde vixen as she locked lips with him in an indecent kiss. His eyes widened as he remembered his wife, still laying there in bed. "Don't worry, she won't wake for hours. Which is lucky for you because you won't be getting to sleep anytime soon," she cooed down at him, running a paw through her mussed up hair. She'd been working hard to bring him off, her light body damp with sweat, but now she had to work a bit less as she felt his large paws nearly encircle her waist. And when she had leaned down to kiss him, he had kissed back. Betrayal. It had always been her favorite.

And so it had gone, for nearly ten months. She'd kept him too drained to breed his own wife, often visiting him twice or more in a day just to ensure it. She had other plans for Allandra and a belly full of her husband's pups wasn't one of them. But now wasn't the time to reminisce. She had more important matters to attend to.

The young fox did as she had so many times before, drawing a finger along the crease of her suggestively swollen sexlips, gathering the sweet pearls of moisture collected there and ran that damp digit slowly over the wolf's lips. Not that she needed to, of course, but old habits were hard to break and her trysts with the willing father and husband had definitely become habit-forming. The nude wolf had long since given up trying to resist the vixen's advances as she grabbed his cock and guided him out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and off into the nearby forest, pumping his tool as she went. In his pleasure-induced stupor, he failed to notice that she had purposely left the door open as they departed. He also failed to notice the quartet of hulking shapes lumbering in the shadows. Shapes that slipped into the house as the pair retreated. Shapes that wasted no time making their way upstairs to his bedroom... and to his sleeping wife.

She could feel her paw growing sticky with his eagerness as she led him into the forest clearing - could feel every beating of his heart through her unrelenting grip on his cock as she spun around and pressed to him. Her deceptively innocent eyes fluttered a few times, opening wide as she gazed up into his, her moist sapphire-blue oculars sparkling as she moistened ruby lips and asked in a soft lilting purr, "Do you love me?" She squeezed his cock adoringly as she questioned him, feeling it flare in response, her thumb rolling intently over his cum-hole, smearing the slippery pre- that had been dripping from the excited lupine's enraged prick deliberately over his sensitive glans. He nodded slowly and groaned a solitary word, "Yes." She curled her lip and pouted, "Just yes? We've been making love for almost ten months and all you can say is 'yes'? Or was it just sex to you?" She cast her gaze downward and away from him, long locks of blonde framing her angelic face, obscuring the knowing smile she wore. Her performance had been remarkable, right down to the quiver in her voice and the tremble in her lips. He shook his head and murred, "I love you, Mia. More than anything. It wasn't just sex! I've loved you since I first came to your bed. Please... I would do anything for you." He swallowed. His mouth was watering and he felt dizzy as she continued to keep him aroused, erect, the taste of her on his lips coupled with the sensation of her paw pleasuring him making it difficult to think clearly, if at all. How well she'd trained him, riding him night after night, sucking the potent wolf off, making him come inside her, making him come upon her, wearing the married wolf's fertile batter like a trophy. More than once they'd nearly been caught, the lusty little trollop licking her lupine lover's fresh batch of cream from her lips as she rounded a corner only to bump into his wife, stalling her while her husband fastened his trousers and desperately tried to force the flustered satisfaction from his face. After enough 'convincing', he had even begun to leave his wife's bed in the middle of the night, seeking out the intoxicating ebon-furred vixen whenever he could, the reckless, frantically rutting pair more than once having passed out together in her bedroom. But those were memories for a different time.

The agile little fox turned again, this time rubbing her perfect heart-shaped ass suggestively against the swollen and slippery cockmeat that jutted menacingly from his loins, that hot fleshy staff more than enough for any woman... and it was all hers. Her fluffy luxuriously soft tail slithered between his thighs, feathered around his balls as she murmured, "Tell me...am I...better than your wife?" This time she bit her lower lip and sucked on it, her heart pounding in genuine anticipation. She already knew the answer but she wanted... needed to hear it from his lips. And so did his wife. One sensual stroke of her tail-tip around his heavy sac and he said it all. How he had loved every moment of fucking her, especially in the very same bed as his unconscious spouse. How he could not stop visiting her bed in the middle of the night. How she and she alone had pleasured him to new heights. How he ached to fill her womb with the finest litter of cubs ever produced. It was more than she could have hoped.

She tilted her muzzle skyward and moaned, her back pressed to his chest, ass keeping that glorious piece of pack-leader meat ground upright against his belly, her rump grown moist from his constant flow of pre-cum. She closed her eyes and licked reverently at the underside of his muzzle as his arms encircled her, his paws making their way to her vulpine pleasures. She began to pant, her eyes glazed with a need that was quickly spiraling out of control. She was in season, able and overly willing to be bred and the heat that flashed between slender thighs caused her to whimper imploringly, "Please... tell me you'll leave her... Tell me we can be together always... Just us... and our pups..." The invitation was clear. The way she spoke, it would have been hard for him to resist even if she hadn't been mating with the married wolf nearly non-stop for the past nine-and-a-half months. "I want... I need your seed inside me, Rensha! Fill me with pups. Please!" She struggled to maintain herself, her slight waifish foxy little form trembling as her fangs lengthened. She was not nature's master - she was its servant. And she panted helplessly as instinct took over and she fell to her hands and knees, her tail still wrapped protectively around the cum-factory between his legs, dragging him to the cool earth behind her. Panting, she lowered herself to her elbows, her ass hiked high in the air. The angle gave him a good view of her every flawless asset, from that perfect teenage rump to the lust-swollen cuntlips between her thighs. She closed her eyes and begged him, pleaded with him to mate her as she reached between her legs and spread her labia apart, exposing the soft glistening pink in between, pheromones oozing from her every pore, her urgent scent thick with fertility, so perfectly suited to coaxing the aroused wolf's instincts into action.

It was all more than he could bear. The sight of her panting, knelt down in that ancestral stance, tail hiked high over her back in offering. The scent of her, so young, so very sweet, an aroma of raspberry fertility that made his mouth water, the hint of her new heat fresh on the air, that ripe and ready body causing his loins to respond biologically. Paws were soon encircling her waist as he swung into place, knelt behind her with the tip of his fat tool pressed against that pair of velvet-soft netherlips, swollen and spread, the head of his potent alpha-wolf meat touching the soft pink interior she offered unto him. Without hesitation, without remorse, without even a thought he took her, the hard-bodied lupine slamming his titanic cock into that sopping ocean of a cunt effortlessly. She cried out, tears welling at the corners of her eyes, a mix of pleasure and pain washing through her instantly as her tight wet box was skewered upon his steeled arousal, his fingers digging hard into her hips as he jerked her back and onto him, claiming every last nook within her. He wanted her. He needed her. He responded to the hot fertile flow between her thighs as every male made to taste her would, giving her exactly what she wanted.

"C'mon and fuck me you horny old wolf! Or can't you get it up?!" she whimpered whimsically, saying whatever she needed to obtain the reaction she desired. Her cheeks glowed a bright crimson with the heady pleasure flowing through her body, a pleasure centered right between her thighs as he ravaged the young girl there in the forest clearing. This only served to fuel his passion for her, his desire spiked with a lust-driven rage at her mocking quips. Delirious with carnal delight, his savage tool sawed back and forth in that feverish furnace between her legs, the fantastic force of his thrusts almost knocking the wind from her as she was driven off her elbows and down into the cool grasses beneath her. She moaned hard, her voice echoing in the crisp evening air as she did her best to push back and up to him, hating the feel of her sex being left empty as he would pull back, yelping in euphoric bliss whenever he would crash forward and into her, replacing that emptiness with an obscene and overwhelming fullness. The vigor of his rut made her weep joyfully as she reaped the benefits of what Allandra had not had for over nine months. His passion.His devotion. His fertile seed. Her cheekruff ground against the forest floor, her breasts mashed between ribs and grass as she lay there, barely moving, her tongue lapping greedily at the imagined cock dangling before her. She cooed back to him, whimpering words of encouragement as he all but raped her there in the woods, the adolescent vixen focusing upon flexing the practiced muscles deep within her, muscles that would have made a milking machine jealous.

Senseless groans of pleasure rose from beneath the domineering wolf, his eyes treated to the sight of the golden-haired black-furred fox feeling herself up, one paw rubbing against the side of her breast, the other reached back between her legs to feel the hot drill-bit of the beast busy rutting into her lower belly. Her netherlips spread almost obscenely wide around his hard length as his loins battered her blood-heated cuntlips, pounding punishingly against the puffy petals of flesh that slurped serendipitously around his meat. Pre-cum bubbled effervescently from his cock, rejuvenated by every searing stroke into her fiery well of pleasure. She drew her fingers, sticky with the steady flow seeping from her abused slit, to her lips, gazing at the thick mixture, a depraved moan spilling from her muzzle as she tasted her own excitement tainted with the sweetness of his lupine pre. She grrrrowled defiantly, forcing her way back to her elbows as she cocked her head to the side and murred invitingly over her shoulder, "Tie me..."

He gazed down at her back, at that perfect young ass giving way to narrow waist, to the sight of her arched body, the edges of her breasts visible, swaying back and forth beneath her, the tips of her nipples aching, the pink nubs glowing red from their constant stimulation against the ground. She growled again, this time more insistent, "Tie me!" as she shoved back hard at the excessively girthed knot that was forming at the base of his adulterous erection. He was close but she was closer and that just wouldn't do. Not for her. She was in control. This was for her, not him. She bit her lip hard, her tongue dragging over enlarged fangs as she gave herself over, just a little, to the dark god that always watched over her. Her body grew ever so slightly, just enough to accommodate him, the grasp of her inner walls upon him nearly doubling in strength. His pleasure nearly crested as the pair pushed hard against each other, wolf against fox, fox against wolf, the vixen's outer labia spreading, stretching as he forced his knot into her, pushing and jerking his way into her wanton sex, his huge fuck-knob sliding into her with an audible wet *plop*. They were tied and he would have no choice but to breed her now.

She gazed over at the Vision Stone that glimmered under the full moon's pale glow and smiled cruelly, licking her lips just for effect. It was a simple thing - a small, circular, polished piece of black marble, no more than a half a foot in diameter, soaking up the moonlight. Someone had conveniently left it laying right there in the very clearing where the fox and wolf rutted together like a pair of senseless feral beasts, pushing and pulling at each other, their naked sweat-stained bodies in plain view. He hadn't seen it but she knew exactly where it was; she'd even managed to position him so that it had a bird's-eye view of his handsome and utterly complicit features. She gazed hard at the five foggy shapes within. They were hard to make out from her prone position on the ground beneath him but she didn't need to see them to know what was going on. She arched her back delicately, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head and preened in front of that dark stone, grinding her ass back against his loins as she yipped submissively, "I love you, Rensha!"

It was all he needed, the panting wolf slamming his dark meat deep into the dripping fox one final time, buying her false confession of love entirely as he cried out, "I love you, too, Mia!" meaning every word as he began to empty into that hot pressure-cooker of a cunt. His claws pressed into the fur of her belly as he grasped her waist and pushed into her, desperate to give the young vixen his cubs. She gasped as she felt the sudden wave of cum blasting her cervix, her hips sealing back against his as she instinctively flexed her cunt muscles around him, coaxing him on. "Ooh...ooohh....oohhaaaahhHHH YESSSSS!" The last intelligible words she would utter for some time rose from cherry-stained lips as she thrust back upon his hot meat and came with terrible force. His back arched hard as he came inside her, his muscular ass tensing visibly with every new load of seed shooting along his breeding-tube and into her lower belly. She slapped the Vision Stone away and grunted wildly, no longer a vixen, the transformation coming over her quickly as the were-beast shoved back with unexpected force, knocking him onto his back. She spun around upon him, her netherlips massaging the base of his cock, twirling around the back of that huge breeding knob lodged within her. For such a large beast, her pussy was still demonically tight and she used it to her advantage, keeping the male occupied with waves of orgasmic pleasure as she straddled and rode that pulsating tool to yet another climax, her fertile valley greedily soaking up every load of potent baby-making seed from the dazed lupine. Nary a drop was spilled as she came again and again, running a paw slowly down that smooth flat stomach of hers, her fingers tickling at his loins as he squirmed beneath her, cumming helplessly up into the beast that had him pinned.

She leaned forward, her paws planted upon the ground to either side of his head, plopped a nipple between lips that moaned but offered little protest even to such a dark creature as she. And he drank from her. He licked and lapped obediently upon her warm sweet flesh and fur, suckling from the wicked were-fox thirstily. She had him completely. It was the final ingredient in his indoctrination as a servant of her dark lord. A devious smile crept across her lips as he became dizzy, drowsy, his eyelids grown heavy as she took more than just his seed, draining him of his very essence, right through his cock. His wolfhood pulsed and he came into her once more as the sweet abyss of night swept over him. The were-vixen began to shrink, reverting to her former self, gazing up at the moon well into its descent to meet the horizon. She continued flexing her muscular vaginal walls around the unconscious wolf for some time, feeling his heart slow and her own surge as another orgasm ripped through her, dragging his seed further and further into her womb, ensuring her pregnancy. Still, she needed him alive. Panting, she crawled forward atop him, kissing at his powerful chest as she worked her hips upwards and off of his spent tool, his knot sliding out of her stretched entrance with a sickly wet slurp. He stirred and she kissed his lips, "Shhhh....sleep now, Rensha, and know that you'll finally have another child." She rose up off him, his spent form reeking of sweat and sex and, of course, the adulterous raspberry fox, herself. She bent down, gathering the Vision Stone and leaving in its place the necklace he had given Allandra when they first met. She had learned of it in her many talks with his wife; it was her most precious keepsake. The message would be clear. With that final act, the young fox strode off into the forest, naked, bred, and very pleased with herself.

FIN - Chapter 2