Fiona is pretty convincing

"F-Fiona," You stutter, the lovely wolf girls body pressed against your own and sending a soft chill along your spine, "this is getting out of cont-umph!" Again your sentence is cut off by Fiona's mouth, her lips pressing against you own as she hold you tightly. Her ass seems to curve up into your grasp, the globes of her rear pressing into your palms and causing you to instinctively grope the sexy she-wolf straddling you. Your reward is a throaty moan, Fiona grinning herself against you body as her tongue slithers into your mouth, her long and agile muscle tangling and twisting with your own shorter but dexterous organ.

With a particularly hard grope of her rear Fiona breaks the kiss, her breath panting as she stares into my eyes with untamed and intense lust, "Master...I have been holding myself back since our eyes first met but I don't think I can hold on anymore!" Fiona continues to grind her body against yours, the thin material of your casual shorts slowly becoming soaked with what you would guess it Fiona's dripping sex. It is at this point that it occurs to you, for all of her good behavior Fiona must have been ignoring a great deal of her instincts.

Her mentions of training at the pet shop and how she excelled showed the pure control she could have over her body and how repressed she must have been...and now, a few sips of relatively strong beer later and her instincts are in high gear with no control in sight. Maybe it would have been a good idea to order her to release you, maybe being outside on the top of a hill wasn't the best place to have sex with your horny she-wolf.

But as they say, why the fuck not?

With a grin you grab hard at Fiona's ass, the sexy canine woman above you gasping in pleasure and leaning her head back giving you plenty of access to her slender throat. Now if you remembered correctly from your biology class oh so long ago, one of your friends did a report on wolves and their mating habits. You also remember how he kept laughing as he described the 'rituals' wolves used before they would mate...if you remembered his phone number you would call that bastard up and thank him the moment your teeth gently grazed along Fiona's throat.

With a pleased murr Fiona instantly tightened her hold on your body, her slick sex sliding against your own growing tent, "M-Master...oh Master, more. Claim me, make me yours!"