Remind her.

“Well, it was fitting I suppose.” You sneer down at her, lowering your muzzle towards her neck. Your teeth graze her skin and she goes still beneath you, suddenly quiet and tense. “After all, I did all but devour you little Frey.” The low growl of your voice whispers into her ear and she shivers, a brief gasp escaping her.

“I told you to find me again, and you did. What did you expect would happen? You were hoping for this weren’t you?” She trembles and shakes her head in denial.

“No, no I--” You cut off her protests with a bestial kiss, your tongue invading her lips. A whining moan escapes her, muffled by your affections. You continue and stop only once she begins to struggle for a breath. You pull away and chuff in amusement as she gasps for air. Her face is nearly as red as the fiery mass of curls that lay splayed around her head like a wanton fiery halo.

While she’s still dazed and **** for air you quickly pluck the lacings to her leather jerkin loose. She wears no undershirt beneath the skin tight leather. The designers must have removed any discomfort that dressing so impractically would cause. You’re not complaining though as it means you can more easily access the fair, sensitive skin beneath the tough, flexible armor.

“What are you-- Ahhh, fuck!” She begins to speak as her oxygen is replenished but once more you cut her off. You had exposed her nipple, and the perky pink bud had rapidly stiffened beneath the rush of your breath. Your teeth graze and close on the sensitive, protruding nipple sending a shock of more pain than pleasure through the currently defenseless tamer. You hear a sharp hissing sound and quickly close your hand around Frey’s throat at the same time you turn to glare down the cat that still watched on as you assaulted its master.

The tamer once more finds herself gasping for breath by the time her companion backs down and slinks further away. The cat watches balefully from the side while you turn your attention back to the morsel beneath you. Tired of having to keep your focus on keeping her restrained while guarding against the cat you reach into one of your pouches and retrieve some cordage that you use for your snares.

With practiced dexterity you quickly loop some of the cord around Frey’s wrist and flip her onto her stomach, hauling her now bound arm behind her and snatching her free one to secure it as well. You had plenty of cord to spare after binding her with simple rope cuffs. You use it to fashion a loop around her neck that forces her to keep her arms raised behind her lest she begin to asphyxiate herself. There’s just enough slack that she’ll be able to still draw a trickle of breath even if she does lose focus on her arms. She won’t be losing consciousness on you until you’re ready for her to.

“Fuck you! You bastard! Untie me!!” She yells out, or tries to. Her struggling against the bonds effectively demonstrates that they work as you intend them to. She tries to relax and keep her arms raised slightly behind her, as uncomfortable as the effort is. “You suck, so much.” She gasps out, panting softly after all of the repeated oxygen deprivation. Her eyes turn towards you as much as able and you laugh at the frustrated glare she shoots your way. Interestingly there’s no fear there, but there is something else there in her eyes. You take a moment to look over her and assess her body language and scent. You smirk as you realise just what else she is feeling.

Assessment complete you ignore Frey for a moment and look towards the now furiously spitting and hissing cat. You sneer at it and speak softly.

“The next time you try to attack me while I punish this brat I’m going to tie you up and hang you by your tail from the nearest tree to watch while I have my fun.” You finish with a low, savage growl and the beast shrinks before you.

“You better not touch Whiskers!” Frey shouts behind you and you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the name in this situation.

“Oh I won’t touch your little hairball as long as it stays out of my way. Or is it that you’d like to be strung up in a tree instead? Hanging with no way to fight back and completely at the mercy of the Big Bad Wolf.” You chuff softly in amusement and move to stand before her, falling into a languid crouch that brings her upturned face close to your furry sheathe. She gulps, looking at it and straining to raise her eyes towards you.

“Of course I wouldn’t like that. You sick mutt.” She breathes out, still struggling to keep a steady flow of air.

“So, if I strip those leather leggings off you’re not going to be wet, hmm? Why don’t I just take a look then?” You growl softly and stand, moving slowly behind her while she struggles to free herself.

“Wait-- No! Don’t-- do it. Please--” Her words come in fits and bursts between wheezing breaths as her struggles alternatively tighten and loosen the looped cord around her neck. Her hips squirm from side to side trying to flee from your grip as you reach down and begin to peel her leggings down. Her flushed skin comes into view inch by inch, the normally pale surface blush red from her embarrassment and arousal; the scent of which becomes even more obvious as her sex is bared. Thin strings of fluid cling to the fabric as you pull it down away from her pussy and thighs.

“You’re absolutely soaked.” You laugh softly and reach down to touch her, the roughened pad of your finger slides along her lips and is easily coated by the fluid that is dripping from her. A low, gasping moan comes from Frey and her hips buck slightly, though it’s hard to tell if she’s trying to move them away or push them towards you with how she’s been bound.

“No…” The words from her lips are even less persuasive now, coming between moans as you toy with her most sensitive area. Her body trembles and jerks in time to your administrations and sharp gasps come from her whenever your claw strokes over her clit. “Not again… I didn’t want…”

“You didn’t want to get fucked into unconsciousness again?” You ask, voice mockingly sweet as you stand once more. “Don’t worry, this time I won’t send you back to town.” With a flick of your foot you turn her onto her back, watching her face as she’s **** to lay on her arms and the loop goes tight around her neck, nearly closing her airway. Your lips curl in a feral grin as you watch her look of surprise for a moment before you drop to all fours and crawl over her. Your sheathe presses into her face while you bury your snout between her thighs.

She attempts to clamp her legs shut and you open them easily, her strength waning from the lack of sufficient oxygen. You dive in and taste her once again, finding her just as sweet as you remember. Her muffled moans vibrate against your loins and you feel your cock slip free of its sheathe.

You delve deeper with your tongue, the wide organ easily parting her lips and slipping deep inside her with each stroke while you wiggle your hips, seeking the warmth of her open, moaning mouth. Your tip catches on her bottom lip and you slide inside as she’s inhaling what little air she can. She gags from the sudden intrusion and you persist, forcing her avatar to take your cock to the hilt. In the midst of your debauched **** you take a moment to appreciate your digital existence, somehow sure that something like this would have seriously injured her in real life. Score one for fantasy.

As she struggles and chokes around your canine prick you lap faster and harder at her, driving her towards her first climax. The pleasure from your tongue and her near asphyxiation combine to give her an orgasm she will never forget. You feel her go rigid beneath you, still gagging on your shaft while a sudden spray of her sweet liquid soaks your muzzle, bathing you in the intoxicating scent of a bitch in heat. You raise your head and howl as your instincts overpower you, several rough thrusts into her quivering throat set of your own finish. Your cock twitches as you spray several bursts of your seed down her throat before pulling free of her.

You look down to find Frey nearly insensate from her climax and subsequent cumboarding, but somehow she hasn’t fainted completely. You feel a surge of relief at that. You weren’t nearly done with her, and you would have been severely disappointed to have her vanish on you while you were still deep in rut.