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The massive black brute wolf was surprised to see her - Demon was an older male, his prime a step behind him, though he still possessed great strength and even greater wit and wisdom. Once the leader of a massive well run pack, it was his previous co-leader that he'd spotted resting near the river below his vantage point among the trees.

The white shewolf was younger than him by several seasons, but she was the largest shewolf he'd ever seen. Her size was enough to dwarf even most male wolves, though Demon still outweighed the big female. A fearsome fighter and a cunning leader, Pawnee was the daughter of a legend, and had rose quickly in the ranks of Demon's pack until she lead the large group alongside him. They were never mates - though Demon desired her from the moment she joined his pack, the shewolf looked up to him as a fatherly figure.

Demon had mated a beautiful gray shewolf who had been the pack's healer for many seasons until her death. Pawnee had first mated a dark gray brute, who had eventually left the pack - and her - just days before the birthing of their pups. Shortly afterward she bonded with the brute that stepped in to help care for the newborns, mated him, and bore him a litter the next season. Sadly, her mate was killed defending the pack's borders, and the pups and Pawnee became ill, and all the pups except one died. Afterward, his co-alpha withdrew from everyone, and did not seek out another mate.

The pack had broken up almost a year ago, and Demon had been living the life of a lone wolf, and almost enjoying it. As he studied Pawnee from afar, he wondered if she had found a new pack, or a new mate, or if she was alone like he. Deciding to greet her, he made his way down the ridge. He was aware that Pawnee was rather near sighted, but had ears like an eagle, and a nose that could outmatch any wolf. She would know he was there long before he reached her.

The white shewolf had risen to her paws by the time he reached her, and they sniffed noses for a moment, and Demon became immediately aware that his ex co-leader was in heat. Her enticing scent was strong, and he had to shake his head a little to clear it.

"It's good to see you again, Demon. Have you been well?" Pawnee appeared to not notice the effect she had had, or was ignoring it. She gazed at him with her golden eyes, narrowing them a little in a way that made her look dangerous, but he knew just helped her see a little more clearly.

He dipped his muzzle to her politely, "Well enough, for an old wolf like myself. As for you, you look well yourself."

Pawnee nodded, "I have never had trouble living on my own, you know that." She smiled and moved closer slightly to nose at his ruff in a friendly fashion, "It is good to see an old friend though."

Demon stiffed slightly, and his tail swayed above his back as he nuzzled her scruff in return. His nose was filled with her scent, and he could tell too that she was unbred, no new life would come from her this season. It was almost a crime, for such a powerful bloodline to end the way hers had. The first pups by the absentee sire were two females - one stunted and bad tempered, the other gorgeous but as gentle as her dam was fierce. The surviving pup from the second litter had the bloodlines, temperament, and size to succeed but his unfortunate start to life twisted him, and rumor was that he had run away and mated with a lynx.

Demon's nostrils flared and he set his teeth in her ruff gently, using his front teeth to bite the thick skin on the back of her neck. Pawnee snorted in surprise at the overly affectionate gesture, but her body responded, her tail curling over her back in an erotic display. Startled, she backed away, "What are you doing, Demon?"

Demon followed after her, pressing his nose into her fur. She deserved pups that were worthy of her bloodline, before it was too late, and now that nothing else stood in his way, Demon was determined to give them to her. Before she could react, the big brute lunged at her and buried his teeth in her scruff, not gently as before, but with a firm grip.

Pawnee squealed, then erupted into a savage snarl and twisted, using all her skills to break free and she lunged back at Demon with murderous intent. But Demon was wise to his ex co-leader's fighting style and he regained his grip and forced her muzzle to the ground and growled, "Stop it Pawnee...this is what is supposed to be. You know it as well as I."

Pawnee snarled, curling her lips back from her fearsome white fangs, then subsided into heavy growls. Demon grunted, then let her up and stepped back, watching her warily. The shewolf stood and shook out her thick coat and just looked at him in silence, completely still, like a leaf at the edge of dropping from the branch. Demon approached slowly, and while her muzzle lowered slightly, she stood in place as he reached her and sniffed carefully at her flank. The black male nipped at her, and her body responded automatically. Pawnee felt her hips lift, and her tail flagged for the brute, and she let out a soft whine, "We can't. It wouldn't be right."

Demon rose on his hind legs and topped her, letting his forepaws drape down her sides as he seized her scruff again with a soft growl, "We can." He slipped a hindpaw between hers and spread her hindlegs, rubbing his heavy sheath against her with short shallow thrusts until his pointed pink penis brushed against her heat. Pawnee gave a whimper that sounded more like a moan, twisting beneath him, but she raised her hips for him with an experienced movement, giving the brute access to her slick swollen sex.

Demon could hardly believe what he had lusted for for so long was coming to pass, and he pushed her forequarters to the ground, growling, and with a thrust that spoke of experience, he sunk himself to his length in the shewolf, closing his eyes in ecstasy. He pulled back and buried himself again, then again, letting go of her scruff in favor of tightening his grip on her raised hips.

Pawnee gave a soft cry, and Demon could hear the pleasure in her voice as he worked his hips against hers, and it drove him nearly out of his mind. His pace increased, and when she opened her thighs further, welcoming him, fulfilling his fantasy, he bit her in wild heat, rutting into her with little regard for her well being. Her panted moans spurred him on, and he dug his hind paws into the earth to thrust harder into her depths.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Demon pulled her backwards onto himself and hilted her to his fullest as his knot swelled suddenly, sending shivers through Pawnee's body. Demon growled softly and kept his grip on her scruff as he lifted one hind paw to get a better angle, the other pressing into the earth as he shoved himself in slow heavy thrusts into her. His throbbing bulb rubbed within her, causing the shewolf to yip softly, hind legs trembling against him.

Finally Demon shoved against her one final time with a soft grunt, filling her with his potent seed, and he growled through his jawful of her scruff, "You'll carry my pups this season...you're mine now, and it's a shame I had to wait so long." Pawnee whimpered slightly, filled completely with him and his heat. She submitted to her ex co-leader - and now mate - tilting back her muzzle to expose her throat. Demon nuzzled it gently, then licked her tenderly across her vulnerable neck before pulling free of her and stepping away. Pawnee turned to follow him, her hindquarters damp from their mating, and waited for his direction.

It was truly a good time to be alive.