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Chapter 104: Rush

Roger breathed in slowly, and then out. He tried to calm himself without alerting the wolf, and he attempted to sit there as if nothing were wrong, but he winced at even slight motions. It was not entirely from pain, but rather part of it was purely mental.

He smiled at the wolf. A smile was returned to him, and it calmed him slightly, but not enough that when he attempted to get up and pull it out, it stayed. Options ran through his mind, but none of them were feasible. He was left with two choices: to just let the wolf idly sit there long enough that it would subside, which was not necessarily guaranteed, or to let the wolf finish, and it would eventually free itself.

He placed his paws on the wolf's chest and held himself up slightly, and began to move back and forth, getting used to the feeling. The reality of the situation had cemented in his mind and he accepted it. It helped that with every motion there was a reminder of the wolf's presence inside of him.

He did all that he could to facilitate the wolf's enjoyment, though now that the wolf's knot prevented him from moving too much, the task had become difficult.

He shifted around as best as he could but the best of positions he could find were nearly impossible for him to do as his legs were already tired from never having actually done such things before. He trembled when he rested, and finally let himself fall onto the wolf's torso.

He felt the wolf's paws on his back, and the lips across his own, a tongue that licked and met his own in a kiss. He smiled and the calmed breathing was no longer as steady. He gave a soft, weak laugh and nuzzled into the wolf's neck.

Hunter asked if the position was alright, and the fox responded that he was fine but his legs were just tired. The wolf nodded, understanding.

He told Roger to just sit there, then, and relax. The fox agreed and merely breathed onto the wolf's shoulder as they laid there motionless.

Then, the wolf began to move his hips up and down, slowly at first so as to not hurt the fox. At first, Roger, gave a sharp inhale, mostly in surprise, as he did not think the wolf would find it in himself to take action since he seemed to be so uncertain in his motions, but perhaps he had already grown and adapted to the situation. Physical actions seemed to be his forte, after all.

The secondary reason for his sharp inhale, however, was that it felt different, though just like when it first entered him, but much greater. It was nothing like how he had felt doing the work himself, but feeling another moving about inside him was unique. Aside from that, it seemed as if the wolf had found a decent angle that with every push forward a surge of pleasure filled the fox.

It was like setting off a chain reaction; it caused the fox's member to pulse and throb, causing him to grip down on the wolf, which only encouraged his actions.

A soft moan came out of the fox's muzzle, higher pitched than he was used to emitting, and yet it came much more frequently.

He could feel the paws that had migrated to his hips and lower back begin to shake and grip him tightly, signaling that the wolf was getting close, a saving grace it felt. However, he did not know if he would last long enough, as with the consistent poking and prodding of his prostate, he was much closer than the wolf.

He gritted his teeth and tried to hold out longer, but as the wolf's cock was growing, it was hitting all of the right spots with every motion. It felt a little painful that the knot had grown to such a large size, but with the rest of the situation he did not mind.

It was too much, however, for Roger. He gave out a short warning, but it was cut off as his cock throbbed and shot on the space between the wolf and fox, into their fur, matting and making it stick. Spurt after spurt it fell between them but did not travel far since their abdomens were practically pressed together.

The grip that he placed around the wolf's member inside of him forced the wolf to finish as well. There was a gruff grunt and growl as he moved his hips up, then moving it about in short, rapid motions as he filled up the fox.

Even after the flow stopped, he still humped the fox for a moment still feeling the effects of his climax and orgasm. Roger, however, had had his abated already, and the position was beginning to hurt.

The fox sat there panting along with the wolf, but silently, trying to make it unknown that he was in pain. He could feel that he was much fuller than he had previously been, and he knew why. He accepted the reason, even welcomed it, embraced it, but the pain was beginning to amplify as the seconds ticked by.

What would have been minutes felt like hours and days. To hide the scrunched face he buried his face into the wolf's shoulder, but after a moment a whine betrayed his feelings.

He tried to hide it quickly in a cough, which only caused more pain. His foxhood had already retreated into its sanctuary. What was once pleasure was now agony. He could no longer hide it.