alpha your wolf

You run your hands over her, staying an aggressive lover and the buzzed she-wolf seeming to be eating out of your hand, writhing and moaning to the point where she starts to howl before biting it back.

You nip at her throat some more, Fiona clearly tough enough to take your rough play. You grope up her chest, thick and fuzzy breasts very firm in your grip. You feel her nipples hard enough to feel through the clear white fuzz, breast bouncing back into place with the tight muscles in her chest. She's panting, tongue hanging from her mouth when she rolls onto one side, suddenly parting from your grip. You're puzzled for a second as she pulls at your shorts even as she turns over. She winds up on all fours with your pants down, standing in a genuine doggy position as her hips tense, spreading her pussy lips so wide you can see her dripping like a miniature water fall, the fur around her loins soaking wet and sticky.

You realize she's running on pure instinct now, a primal wolf at her core and expecting you to mount her like an alpha male. She doesn't even look over her shoulder, submissive as a maiden as she breathes heavily, tail parted to one side as she awaits your approach and approval of her body. She lets out a long, whining low howl, thrusting at the air eagerly and suggestively in a wordless beg for your love.

You can't imagine disappointing her. You shift up behind her on your knees, grabbing her big breasts from behind and squeezing them as you shove your cock inside her from behind. Her howl reaches a peak in intensity and volume, throwing her head up and letting out her howl to the sky. Her clawed hands rake at the dirt, stiff and tense in your grip as you grope her chest, pinching her nipple roughly as she enters a primal, hungry state, and you grip her tail to lift and pull at it while you fuck her from behind and she loves every pull of her hair, pounding of her snatch and smack of her pelt.