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The tender Argonian girl laid her head in the thick forest grass, breathing heavily, face hot. She whimpered like a dog, but not out of pain. Behind her, the stud male wolf that had just bred her stood, licking the Argonian's dripping flower of his juices. His cock hung below his gray fur, spent, it's knot slowly diminishing.

Taseeta had always had a way with animals, even since she was a little girl, when her family's horses and sheepdogs always seemed to bond and play (non-sexually) with her more than her parents who had fed and cared for them for much longer and with greater aptitude. She had an inherent power over animals, and when she came of breeding age, she took full advantage of her "abilities".

Her Cyrodilic name had been given to her by an intrigued and slightly aroused caravaneer who stumbled upon Taseeta, taking a break from her farmhand work behind her family's orchard to let one of the family pets breed her. Staying out of sight until the dog untied from her to make his approach, he made it clear he wasn't going to report her taboo, but instead offer her hefty discounts on animal feed - so long as she gave him a show when he made his rounds. Taseeta - now 'Lays-With-Beasts' - agreed. Putting on a show and relishing in the love of a beast while lessening her family's financial strain was not a bad plan at all.

Several years later, the lust for animals never ceased, and she ended up where she was now: breeder to one of the beasts here in the wilderness of The Heartlands, free from prying eyes.

She kept her bare rump high and her chest low to the ground as the wolf male continued to clean his prize while Lays-With-Beasts crooned happily for him, still trying to catch her breath. Then, just when he pulled his muzzle away and she thought he had finished, he mounted again. In a bit of surprised response, she went back to her wolf-breeding stance, Lays-With-Beasts spread her knees and moved her thick scaly tail, and pushed her chest up a bit with her arms to allow her back to be used as a resting place for the horny wolf. Immediately he found his mark, making the Argonian huntress moan out as she had so many times before. Once again her pussy was filled with the throbbing girth of a great timber wolf, and her hips squeezed by his lustful feral hug. Sounds of her sloppy nethers traveled through the air to both of their ears, knowing full well this male was determined to give her his puppies.

He slammed in and out of her, knot still full and wet from earlier. Though his legs kicked at the ground, stirring up grass and dust, his knot wouldn't slip past her folds again after their first mating, but he wouldn't relent. Growling a bit, he paused and hugged tighter around his partner, hilting her fully with a lewd popping sound before returning to a frenzy of thrusts.

Lays-With-Beasts yelped out and dug her own claws into the ground; the male had forced his knot, all of it, into her core. She clenched her eyes tight, moaning no more, simply panting and slightly dizzy from the sharp pain. Whimpering again, she looked over at the feral breeder who was pounding her; even in her slight discomfort, he railed her with every feral fiber of his being, vials upon vials of thin wolf precum filling her belly with every passing second. When the pain wore off, the pleasure returned. Any blood that may have come from her stretched vulva was soon replaced by a mixture of canine semen and the Argonian's own excitement.

The stud's thrusting began to slow, and Lays-With-Beasts became more aware of the heat in her womb. As he tied with her, the male continued to squirt stream after stream of seed into her as canines do. For a bit, he simply rested on her back, offering a few licks to the back of her neck, which Lays-With-Beasts responded to with a simple tilting of her head, welcoming them. She would have loved to reach up and stroke his gorgeous muzzle, but her arms were simply too weak and shaky. "Good boy... Very good boy..." She panted.

The wolf chuffed, as if acknowledging her, and began to push himself off her. Lays-With-Beasts knew what he was doing, and remained stationary, but watched him coyly over her shoulder. He lifted one leg and clumsily turned to twist his knot inside her, causing only a bit of discomfort for the Argonian. He pressed his furry rump to hers, and they were tied.

Letting her chest collapse to the ground again, she found herself panting for breath a second time in one afternoon. This time, it seemed, she would be given several minutes of blissful rest as the beast's knot shrunk.

She loved the way canines moved, spoke, and mated, and took all of his seed in earnest. She knew no majestic wolf would ever willingly submit to be her companion, but she was perfectly content to be theirs when it was convenient for them.