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Within the deep of the woods, isolated from man and quite some distance from the cities and towns, bustling with two-legged's, a light breeze disturbed the resting trees and grass, making the ancient trees rustle with the soft motion of the wind. If one had a finely attuned nose, they might have smelt a plethora of things upon that particular breeze. Wildflowers, blooming with the onset of spring. Honey, from a bee hive built against of the larger oaks. And the particular smell of arousal, of heat upon the air. Of passion. Of lust. Of sex.

Had one searched for the source of the most alluring of animalistic scents, they would have discovered a large wooden barn, built seeming in the middle of a clearing some ways from the edge of the clearing. Ordinarily, this would have seemed entirely out of place, but for the two particular creatures occupying the red painted structure, it seemed to be exactly where it was meant to be.

The light in the center of the barn flickered slightly as a moth collided with it, briefly lowering the luminescence that bright lit the interior. It wasn't set up like an ordinary barn might have been. No stalls, no hay, no stockman's equipment. In fact, the only things inside the barn didn't seem like they ought to have been in a barn at all. Medical curtains on metal frames cordoned off the center are in a large square, framing in the desk, seat, and breeding mount that occupied the space, a russet furred vixen resting one leg across the other as she watched on eagerly as a creature almost like a dire wolf of myth mounted the stand, prompting her to start recording the 'session'.

The Wolf grunted loudly as he slid into the breeding stand beneath him, the slick silicon based tube gripping around his length tightly, making him only all the more eager to discover just what 'improvements' his female friend had made during her long absence. It seemed deeper, warmer, more accommodating like a female in heat might be, the molded 'lips' of its sex suckling greedily at the base of his knot as he gave the device purpose. The Vixen had made it to be bred, and he certainly wasn't letting down on her expectations.

He wasn't hesitant or unwilling like he had been last time, when she had lured him in with heat pheromones and all but led him to it in a lust filled haze. This time, he had come willingly, of his own accord, and under absolutely no misgivings of what he was expected to do here. She had even met him at the door, just as she had promised, the new and revised mount just waiting behind the curtains for him to 'field test'.

"Don't be so gentle. She might be a first timer, but we want to make sure she can take the punishment after all." The vixen called from her spectators seat, jotting down notes on her clipboard while her bright orange tail wagged back and forth behind her excitedly. He almost would have smirked at her, were he not more focused on other things. He rolled his hips back, holding himself out, glistening red length exposed from the breeding mounts tunnel for a long moment, as if he were showing off to the vixen, before he clamped his teeth down on the patch of fur at the back of its 'neck', and really went to town.

His first thrust sent his knot slamming past the tightening grip of the simulated bitch's snatch, the small motor's running the passages length making the slick silicone squeeze and vibrate gently around his throbbing wolf hood, the far larger than most male growling as his hips became all but a blur, rutting the mount at the sort of pace that only an animal could muster. The vixen grinned. Oh, he was a magnificent specimen indeed for her program.

"Subject oh dash oh one two has returned as per our agreement to test the newest version of the breeding mount. The time since initial penetration is ninety three seconds." She began to speak, he sweet voice captured by the recorder sitting on the desk beside her. All of this was closely recorded for the purpose of her study, the quartet of compact camcorders set up at different angles capturing the massive wolf in every possible inch of detail that could be crammed onto their memory cards. "Subject is approximately the same dimensions as the previous measurement given, and had been exposed to a nominal amount of aerosol delivered pheromones before beginning."

The wolf didn't care for her scientific drabble. Let her talk to herself all she wanted. When she lured him here last time, he had felt like a fool falling into a trap. He had been fortunate she hadn't wanted his pelt like the two legged hunters in past had, but instead, he had been rather fortunate all she wanted was his continued participation in her little 'experiment', a task that he didn't mind assisting in at all. Many of the feral wolves in these parts were too small to accommodate his size anyway; a fact that proved both a source of self-praise and frustration for him.

At least with the breeding mount, he had a ready source of relief at his disposal. His guttural pleasured growls seemed to please the vixen watching on keenly. His pleasure meant she had done a good job on this newer model. The texture along the inside of the tunnel had been modified from its original state, allowing for more textured nubs and bumps along the length, as well as improving the sensation given from the massaging motors built into the sides of the hollow tube. She had also made the water heating more adjustable, at a request of his for a slightly hotter experience. While the pseudo-bitch wasn't quite at a scalding heat, he was certainly making a hot, wet mess out of her.

His precum was trickling steadily from the tapered canine tip of his impressive length, making the depths of the mount so much easier to plough into with his full force, like a jackhammer working against a roadside, his knot popping messily in and out of the ever tightening lips of the breeding stand. He could feel his climax rapidly building, all too soon for his liking, but he couldn't deny that whatever other improvements the Vixen had made, they were certainly working in her favor.

"Subjects glandis is at full size now, and has tied with the breeding mount. The auto-staging system has worked flawlessly thus far, and has greatly improved the functionality of the unit, and the responsiveness of the subject. I suspect he will finish any moment now..." She added in with an almost mischievous tone, a sly sort of grin on her features as she stepped up alongside the wolf, kneeling down to closer examine his 'progress'. The wolf only gave a quiet, instinct driven growl, the sort of noise an Alpha would make while astride his bitch when another male came to close, but made no other reaction besides continuing with his frantic thrusting.

His forepaws were wrapped tightly around the breeding stand's midsection, the male huffing and panting as he gave his all to the mechanized pleasure machine. It wasn't a real bitch by any means, and didn't have the same warmth against his chest, but that wasn't where the warmth counted. As for the insides, well, his body certainly couldn't tell the difference. He grunted as his length throbbed within the tight passageway of the machine, and a familiar pressure was beginning to build in his lions, the furred sac containing his testes tightening up against the base of his sheath.

With a loud bark, he bit down on the breeder's neck fur, taking a large tuft between his teeth as his cock began to pulse, throwing a spray of his thick seed against the back of the silicon tunnel, the creamy white fluid immediately being suctioned away for collection in the small glass beakers beneath the stand. Throb after throb, pulse after pulse, his seed came in great waves the made his entire length jump within the breeding mount's pseudo-sex, the rippling motors almost milking him for the precious sample he'd given up to this Vixen for her testing... Since their last encounter, he'd had no relief of the sexual sort, leaving him pent up and wanting for the cunning vulpine to return with her device. He gave himself over to the sensations entirely, releasing his jaws grip and letting his tongue loll from his muzzle as his climax washed over him.

The vixen smiled, her bushy tail giving a single, triumphant flick as she watched on with something akin to a certain level of awe. He really was magnificent. There was no other word she could think of that would do him justice, nothing that could describe him as well. His fur was a fine grey, the colour of smoke against the evening sky, the way his muscles shook as he came only served to show off his powerful build... He was unlike any of the others she had used for her testing, simply canis lupis_specimens, nothing special about them, but this one...The fact that he spoke alone was extraordinary, let alone his sheer size. _"Not to mention the size of his... ahem, asset." She thought to herself with a small grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

She shook herself out of her daze, what was she thinking? Damned, dirty mind... There was nothing wrong with admiring him as a creature, but she knew he was more than just some simple beast. He was here because he wanted to be, and she was here to conduct her research, and that was all there was to it. She quickly distracted herself by changing out the beaker that was rapidly approaching overflowing, sealing the top as she slid a second empty one into place on the small collection tray beneath the mount.

She rose back to her feet, giving the wolf a soft pat on his back for his efforts in praise. "Four minutes, forty eight seconds." She hummed to herself happily, scratching down her notes as she returned to her desk, setting the clipboard down and craning her neck as she stretched out. She felt warm honestly, despite the fact that it was a pleasant eighty degrees outside. She slid off her white coat, wearing just a simply tank top and jeans underneath, showing off her curvaceous figure. When she turned back to the wolf, she let out a squeak; quickly dashing over to replace the beaker again as the wolf's climax slowly began to taper down.

"Jeeze big boy, a little pent up were we?" She teased him, slowly prowling around him and switching off the cameras as she went. "Subject total volume of climax is beyond previous measurements; perhaps more frequent visits would produce a more consistent result. Further testing will be required, however, the replacement of the auto-changing system for sample collection with a manual version from the model three beta requires... Disciplined attention with this specimen in particular..." She added to her recording's notes, a slight pink blush hidden beneath the fur of her cheeks, before she too switched that off, sighing in relief.

"So is it safe that I speak now, Vixen?" The wolf enquired, turning his head with a quiet grunt that almost made it sound like he was mocking her playfully. She gave a quiet hmmm in thought, before batting a paw lazily above her shoulder.

"No, I've decided I'm mad at you for that. You almost made me look like a fool on the video, and unlike you speaking, I can't just edit that out." She stated matter-of-factly, folding her arms as she turned to face him, her tail giving a single, irritable flick.

"What? It has been two moons since I last had relief, you should have been expecting as much, Vixen." He taunted back at her, before he motioned to one of her paws with a toothy grin. "You missed a spot..."

She frowned, before looking at her right paw, a sudden shocked expression on her muzzle as she wiped it against her pants, the small drop of his cum clinging to her index finger instead smearing through her fur; matting and making it shine from the sticky goop. "Oh! Ahh! No, that's not... Stay there!" She growled, pointing accusingly at the wolf who had begun laughing quietly at her failed attempt to clean herself, the Vixen dashing outside of the curtains to her small cooler of food, hoping that she still had some bottled water left to clean her paw off with.

The wolf merely chuckled as the Vixen fled to clean herself, an amusing sight considering her line of work. His large bushy tail flickered back and forth as he waited patiently for his knot to deflate. Instinct would have told him to turn ass to ass with the 'female' beneath him, but being that it was a breeding mount, and couldn't suffer from any discomfort in his current position, he allowed himself to rather just lay across it's back, catching his breath for a minute. He looked over to the side, where he could hear the sound of water being sloshed about, and quiet cursing of the Vixen forcing him to stifle a quiet laugh.

"Quite alright out there are you? I would have thought you would have been used to this kind of thing happening, all things considered." He managed to taunt her playfully between pants. In immediate response, the bottle of water, now open and half full still, came soaring over the curtains, spraying water as it arced. It didn't hit him directly, but the water did, managing to splash his entire left side with the icy liquid. He yelped at the sudden shock of going from warm and contented to cold and startled, his sudden backpedaling to get away from the source of his discomfort tugging his knot free with an audible popping sound.

The sudden change in the temperature that surrounded his glistening length made the wolf shiver from toes to tail tip, the blood engorged wolf-hood quickly retreating within his furred sheath, seeking sanctuary from the elements. He shook himself to rid his fur of the water, droplets splashing against everything around him as he tried to dry himself off. When he looked back up, the Vixen was back, leaning against the frame of one of the curtains with a broad, playful smirk stretching across her lips.

"For what it's worth, you needed a bath anyway." She teased him, taking the specimen beakers of the wolf's seed and setting them back down on her desk. "At least you'll smell cleaner when you get back to your den... You do have a den I take it, yes?" She asked, suddenly curious. She'd never really bothered to give it much though. When she had first encountered him, he had appeared as if little more than a larger wolf. She hadn't thought in the slightest that he might in fact be sentient and have the capacity to speak. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt for making all her assumptions about this wolf, and the question seemed silly now that she took a moment to think about it.

"I have a small den that I dug out, yes... It might not be much, but it is warm and keeps the weather at bay. I have the pelt of a deer over the dirt that I took from a hunter's steed after he tried to add me to his skin collection..." He let out with a small huff, his tone making it seem as if he took insult at her question. She felt like even more of a fool now than she had bumbling in front of the camera.

"I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you seem any less... My own home is a small studio. One room, one window, a view of the fire escape across the alley. Nothing like out here... I almost envy you in a way." The vixen sighed softly, flicking her tail to the side as she sat down, folding one leg across the other. At that, the wolf turned his head, folding one of his ears curiously.

"Envy? It is hardly a life worth such a feeling. My days are spent hunting so that I can eat, and my nights are spent avoiding creatures who would wish me harm, two legger's included." He spoke with a guttural sort of growl to his voice, a more primal, more spiteful part of him seeming to come to the surface. The way his lips curled at the mention of it indicated as much to the Vixen.

"Well, I more meant just... Out here, in the wilds. No traffic, no great skyscrapers blocking the view, no smog in the mornings, no having to listen to everyone else in the rooms around you... You can't see the stars at night where I live. I'd love it just to be able to move somewhere remote like this." She sighed, looking at the sliver of light that shone in through the cracks in the planking of the barn's doorway. It was tinted a brilliant orange with the sunlight of the mid-afternoon, specks of dust floating in and out of sight as they crossed the light shaft.

"Then why don't you? You work out here now as it is anyway. If you truly wanted to that badly, you would find a way to do it." The wolf commented with the rather blunt, obvious solution to her dilemma that she had expected him to. She gave him a soft smile, an equally soft chuckle passing her lips.

"Were it only that simple... I will only be working out here until this prototype is finished or they cut my funding, whichever comes first. If I had the choice, I would have long ago..." She spoke with a wistful longing to her voice, a look of almost... sadness upon her features.

That look seemed to spur him to action, the Wolf padding quietly across the bare cement floor to her side, rubbing his snout against the side of her leg in a curious sort of gesture. "What choice is there that cannot be overcome by the simplest solution? You have warm clothing with you, no? Why not simply rest upon my flank for the night? Any time you wish to stay out here, I would stay with you to keep you safe... It is the least I can do after you kept me safe..." He rumbled, a gentle tone of sincerity to his words. Had she have mentioned just what he could do, he would have been hunted and in a cage long before now.

His words gave her pause though, and her sweet smile crossed her lips, replacing her sadness with the simplicity and thoughtfulness of his offer... She wasn't due back until tomorrow evening anyway, what could one night away from the city do to her at worst? He was still better company than most of the males she knew anyway. She met his curious gaze as he waited for her response, nodding once. "You know, I think I would enjoy that very much... All this time, you know, I don't think I ever asked your name."

Were his facial muscles more developed for grinning rather than snarling, he would have. "It is Romulus." He informed her with a curt bow, extending his forepaws out to lower his shoulders almost to the ground before rising back up. "And what then, might I know you by, Vixen?" He asked in turn, feeling somewhat strange that it hadn't crossed his mind to ask before she left the last time.

"Kaycey... Or just Kay for short." She trilled almost sweetly, and the name seemed as if said by songbirds to the wolf for some unknown reason. His tail wagged its approval entirely independent of the rest of him, making the Vixen giggle quietly. "So... If I'm staying here for the night, what should we do until then, hmm?"

The afternoon seemed to go by in a flurry for Kaycey. For what must have been hours Romulus had led her around the woods nearby, forcing her to dash along behind him as he slunk under fallen trees and padded his way along on all fours without the slightest hint of discomfort. For her part, she abandoned her shoes after half an hour of walking without the slightest intention of retrieving them later. The ground was cool underfoot, the grass soft and cushioning down the small trails he so frequently used to get around the woods. Most were small, barely as wide as her, carved out by deer and other larger creatures moving between the dense trees and shrubs.

Her tail swayed freely behind her as they explored; she was enjoying just being away from the city far more than she had enjoyed anything else in months. He showed her the smooth surfaced boulders in the center of one meadow, and the following streams and rivers, teaming with small fish that scattered when she testingly dipped her toes beneath the surface. The current was gentle and constant, drifting along evermore to the lake where the streams all ended.

It was very near to dark when they finally returned to the barn, and she spent another fifteen minutes moving everything to the sides of the single room, spreading out her spare clothes, jacket and lab-coat for them to lay upon, a portable camp lantern providing all the light they needed, tinting everything a warm yellow like firelight.

A soft laugh escaped her as the vixen landed with a quiet thud atop her jacket, the softest part of their impromptu 'blanket'. It was warmer than the concrete at least, and immeasurably softer, the thick coat from her truck rated for even the coldest of environments. She petted the fabric beside her, the wolf padding across and laying his head over her thighs. Her paws quickly found their way between his ears, scratching softly at his fur. Her legs itched where the underbrush had scratched against her jeans, and her hair had fallen down to her shoulder blades, a mess of ginger waves than matched her russet fur.

"Thank you for today... I needed to get away from my work for a day... It was nice, so... Thanks." She smiled softly, unsure quite of how to have worded that better, but it was the simple truth. She felt warm and relaxed here, despite the size of the wolf lying beside her. Anyone else might have been intimidated, heck, she knew she was the first time she had seen him, but now, she knew otherwise. Moving her paw, she lightly scratched under his chin, making Romulus raise his head slightly so she could reach more easily. He was just a giant lap dog for her, it seemed.

Romulus on the other paw, was feeling quite different, some strange warmth seeming to flood through his veins from his tail to his snout, making him sigh at the gentle attentions she was giving him. "You're welcome..." He rumbled out with a growl of enjoyment, presenting his neck to her paw's as he rolled onto his side. Kaycey stopped as if on a dime, and when he opened his eyes to look up at her blushing face, he folded one of his ears perplexedly.

Her gaze was set on his belly, and when he followed the line of her eyes, he suddenly realized why. Scrabbling as he tried to roll back onto his front, she giggled, the glistening tip of his wolf hood poking from its fuzzy home. He stammered something unintelligible in the ways of an apology, but her soft paw against his chest made him suddenly fall still as she shushed him like a parent would a fussy child.

"Just... Hold still, okay?" She told him, her voice barely above a whisper, one of her canine teeth tugging on her lower lip as if in indecision. She knew full well what she wanted to do, what some little part of her had fantasized about while she had been gone. After seeing a male like Romulus perform first hand, close enough to reach out and touch, it had been nagging at her mind since she arrive, but she hadn't dared broach on the subject. At least not until this opportunity had shown up.

Hesitantly, and still battling the indecision in her mind, her paw began to move lower along his exposed belly, combing the fur as it ran between her delicate fingertips. Her ego and id were in a heated conflict as she continued her paw's journey south, the wolf just watching her, as if waiting to gauge her response. He was by far a better man than most she knew, even if he was four legged. He wasn't just some animal, that made it okay, right? She took a deep breath, as if settling on her choice. If she was going to do this, she might as well start at the deep end. Sink or swim now, she told herself...

Her paw brushed like a feather over the small peeking tip of Romulus's length, and he seemed to go limp against her lap, his head rolling back slightly as the softest touch of her hand send tingles of pleasure racing up his spine. He could feel his arousal growing, and her fingers slowly curled to encircle his growing maleness. She gave him a quiet, quick tug, coaxing the rest of his shaft out from hiding, her fingers sliding up and down the slick length as she brought him to full mast.

With a sudden realization, he worked out what he had been scenting from her all day. Arousal. Now with his head lying across her lap, it was even more prominent and pronounced, like a thick aroma that hung in the air as smoke might. He nosed softly at her belly, taking another long whiff just to confirm his theory. His cock throbbed in response, jumping against her palm.

"I've just... Been thinking, you know... The way this whole uh... Prototype thing goes, what better way to study you than a uhm... Hand on approach..." She tried to excuse her own desires away with her research, but she knew he was smarter than that. Playing along however wasn't beyond him, and his hips instinctively rolled up into her paw, a short huff escaping the Wolf's nostrils as he eyed her almost mischievously.

"Well then... If it will help your research..." He almost chuckled, cocking his hind legs apart to give her unfettered access to his nether regions. She blushed, before leaning down slowly, her muzzle approaching his dark, fleshy member, glistening with his lubricants in the light of the lamp.

His musk was thick and pungent, he reeked of male. It was like he had told her the first time they had met. He was truly an Alpha wolf. She blushed furiously, despite her own lust's encouragements, warmth spreading across her own body as her arousal only grew at the taboo act. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself, a quick thought making her reach down with her free paw, digging through the jackets of their mattress to find something.

Romulus was about to enquire, but her tongue darted out as her paw returned, the soft, warm muscle flickering over his tip. "Subject... Romulus..." She began to speak between a second lick, pausing as she sampled the flavor of his trickling pre-cum. "...upon closer inspection, closer to eleven inches at least in length, and perhaps..." She hummed thoughtfully, taking another lip as she squeezed her paw around the middle of his shaft, making a fresh trickle of preseed greet her tongue. "...I would estimate two and a half inches thick at the mid-point..." She nodded, as if satisfied with her assessment, though the way her eyes darted up along his belly to meet his own told him this was for far more than just her research.

She opened her lips slowly, descending her muzzle around the tip of his girth, her paw sliding towards his knot to make way as the warmth of her maw enveloped Romulus's wolf-hood. She suckled slowly at first, still conflicted about why she was doing this, but after watching him on the breeder the last time, she just knew she wanted to know what that was like; to be claimed like a feral bitch, sated by a true alpha specimen of maleness. And now that she had started, she knew exactly where she wanted to finish, and for him to finish too...

It was all Romulus could do to watch on, his length throbbing with his pulse as he watched Kaycey take him inside her mouth. He'd never felt anything quite like it, it wasn't something feral females did by nature, and certainly couldn't be compared to his own tongue, which was currently lolling from the corner of his muzzle. Her tongue rasped across the underside of his sensitive breeding pole, making him groan and pant quietly as she nursed on his member like a whelp to its mother's tit. When she pulled back after a long moment, he sighed quietly, a wolfish smile crossing his lips.

"Subject response to uh... Oral, stimulus is as expected, and I..." She paused, looking at him nervously, pleading with her eyes for him to be gentle. "...I am ready for the next phase of... personal testing." She stammered shyly, sitting back up as her fingers worked at the button of her jeans, the Vixen saying a quiet prayer in her head as she slipped the fabric down over her thighs, wriggling as she pulled them down entirely over her feet, taking her top off quickly immediately afterwards before she lost her bravery.

She knelt before him, entirely exposed to the wolf, who's eyes scanned over her meticulously, as if to take in every detail of her curvy figure, her breasts cradled atop her left forearm that crossed her chest. The nipples were hard, but he knew it wasn't just from the cold that had begun to seem in through the wood. Slowly, he rose to his full height, his head level with her own. He looked her in the eyes, his piercing gaze turning to one of understanding after a moment, and he let his tongue lap out across her cheek once reassuringly. "On your paws and knees Kaycey, if you want to have the proper experience..." He growled quietly, nudging between her soft, round breasts with his nose.

She nodded, biting her lip as she turned around from him, this massive wolf who she knew exactly what he was about to do to her. This time, she would be his mount, and the thought excited her as much as it terrified her. He was by far the largest male she'd ever tried anything with, she wasn't even sure if it would fit! A gentle nudge against her exposed rump broke her thoughts as a soft, playful rumble came from the object of her fantasies and desire. "It's typically easier if you move your tail first..."

She squeaked quietly, realizing in a hurry that her tail was still tucked between her legs tightly, the wolf giving her a reassuring rumble as she flagged herself for him, her legs almost shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation. She could feel the warmth of his breath washing over the small, hidden slit of her sex as he scented her, his nose bumping against the very base with a sudden cold sensation. Her fear was short lived however, as in the next heartbeat, his long, broad canine tongue slipped out, covering the entirety of her outer lips before he withdrew it into his muzzle, dampening the fur and her flesh as the rasping sensation set her body alight.

She moaned huskily, her body tensing as Romulus's tongue made a quick second pass, and a third, lapping at her body and forcing her to relax more and more with each wet swipe of the muscle. She could feel the dampness of her own body being whisked away into his muzzle each time he licked her, each gentle push spreading her vulva apart just a little more as he ate her out to the very meaning of the term. With a slight adjustment of his angle of attack, he began to push his tongue within her, just the tiniest bit at first, but before long his tongue was invading her body with a carnal purpose, the wolf trying to get to the very source of the sweet flavor that coated his lips.

She spread her legs a little further apart to ease his passage, shamelessly exposing herself to this man, yet beast. This sentient feral she had so by chance stumbled upon and lusted for secretly for so long. Just feeling the way he went at her made her feel like she was going to go over the top already, and she let out a soft moan as the pleasure washed over her. She felt like her nerves were on fire, the pleasure a sharp, almost unbearable sort of sensation that made her want to squirm against him, pull away from him, and shove her own paw down there to help all at once.

When he pulled away at long last, she wanted to whine and beg him not to stop when she was so close, but then he mounted her and the thought was almost instantly forgotten. Her body tensed as she felt his weight against her back, his forepaws wrapping around her waist tightly as his hips rocked against her raised rear end. She felt the soft jabs of his length as it brushed along the inside of her thighs and poked at her rump as he tried to find his target, his breath hot against her perked ears. She bit her lower lip when his tip finally brushed across the slick, smooth flesh of her outer lips, the wolf holding for just a moment, drawing out the moment for as long as he dared.

Reaching back with one paw, she gently squeezed his left foreleg, nodding as she prepared herself for what was coming. Considering his size, he was surprisingly gentle when he began to push into her, the wolf's tapered, spade like tip pushing her body open around his rapidly thickening girth as he began to slide into her, making her gasp as she was stretched to accommodate the feral male. Too late to back out now, she let her breath out, relaxing her tense body as she felt him sliding deeper still.

As for Romulus, Kaycey felt like heaven might have if it were a tight and wet vixen bitch beneath him. He couldn't help it when he began to pant, slowly pulling his hips back with a soft growl of pleasure as his cock withdrew from her body with a quiet, wet squelch. A mix of his sheath's pre and her own body's lubricants clung messily against the first half of his length, and it quickly disappeared back inside of her as he thrust again, the vixen beneath him gasping as pleasure chased the stretching sensation down her spine, his length bottoming out at the base of his knot, his tip mashed against her cervix deep inside.

"Nggh... Subject's methods... Seem very refined. Like- Nggh... Nothing else I've experienced..." Kaycey groaned as he pulled back again, still trying to keep her ruse that this was for research, if for nothing else than to edge him on. "Nggh.. Come on then, show me what you've got..." She gasped as he plunged within her again, rocking her forward as he knot collided with her stretched nethers.

Romulus growled, taking her up on her challenge as he tightened his grip around her waist, and set into a truly feral pace. Kaycey, unprepared for the sudden and new vigor of the wolf's thrust fell forward onto her shoulders, her breasts pushed into the jackets and he began to pummel her like he did the breeding mount. She cried out as the pleasure assaulted her like Normandy, his cock tip battering against the gateway to her womb demandingly as he rutted her.

And oh god was it good!

She panting against the soft fabric beneath as the hard as Iron wolf bred her like she'd wanted him to all along, messy ropes of pre-seed staining her inner passage with his essence. His cock throbbed and twitched within her, and each time he thrust in, it was as if he hit places inside her that she didn't even know existed, her body aching with the sheer force he put into his thrusts, but it was the greatest ache she'd ever felt. She never wanted it to end.

But the wolf wasn't going to last forever; that much was clear by his quickening pace and the way his breathing was becoming quickly labored as he panted above her shoulders. His thrusting was becoming erratic and sharp, and his knot was slowly forcing its way into her yielding body, making her gasp sharply each time it collided firmly with her slit. "Nggh! Subject... Climax approaching soon... Thrusting is... Getting firmer, and his knot is... Ahhh! Almost at full size! Please!" She begged of him, biting down into the fabric as she thrust her hips back against him in eager pleasure. Her body felt like she was going to collapse on the spot if he kept up this pace.

With an almost deafening howl, Romulus shoved forwards, his hips mashing against the Vixen's with a wet slap, his hind paws pushing firmly against the ground as he forced himself forward, his knot barging its way past her taut outer lips and into her tight sex with a loud pop that seemed to echo inside the barn. Kaycey felt it a bare moment later, the first rush of his hot seed painting her insides a naughty off white as her own climax rolled through her like a wave. Her body tensed, tightening like a vice around the climaxing male, her own juices adding to the mess as the pair cried out in unison, enjoying the most primal of instincts together.

After almost a full minute, the pair came down from their respective highs, panting and gasping for breath. Kaycey managed a breathless smile, reaching one paw awkwardly up behind herself, ruffling the fur of Romulus's head. "Nggh... Subject climax... Incredible... Repeat trials definitely required..." She chuckled between breaths, sliding her free paw out from the jacket she had been clinging to for dear life, clicking the small button held in her paw. Across the edge of the barn, the red lights on the Video camera's blinked out, the Wolf managing a quiet chuckle himself.

"Repeat trials?" He quizzed, leaning down and gently nuzzling the back of her neck with a curious murmur. Kaycey simply nodded, wriggling her rear, still firmly tied to his maleness lodged inside of her gripping, dripping sex. "Mhhhmm, Need to make sure your... Performance is consistent after all. Only proper for a good study..." She sighed with a blissful sort of tone. Oh yes... Repeat trials were a must.