More than willing

You take Sylvana’s hand, grinning at the way she jumps at your touch. A soft whimper escapes her and she tenses, resisting for a moment as you pull to lead her elsewhere. Ultimately she gives in before you have to resort to anything more, reluctantly allowing you to lead her.. You head for the center of the clearing where the rune stones stand. Something draws you to them, and as you approach you feel that odd buzzing once again.

The sensation of the strange aura fills you, and it seems like it has some effect too on Sylvana as she follows. When you took her hand at first she was so tense, like she expected you to take her right then and there in the brush. If all you wanted was some quick gratification you may have done just that. This was something else. Something more. Coming to the stones felt right to you, and with her change in demeanor it seemed like Sylvana felt the same.

Coming to the center of the triad you turn to face her, taking in all of her with a slow, sweeping glance. The first time that she’d arrived you hadn’t had a good opportunity to just… look at her. Your actions had been rushed, your aggression forefront. Since then you’d been more focused on your own priorities than paying much of any attention to her; other than to torment her when she was meek.You almost couldn’t help it when she acted that way.

As she was now.

She trembles under your gaze, but doesn’t move to flee. Her emerald eyes are bright, lit from within and shining with fear and… anticipation? Her breathing speeds up and, while the lighting is poor, you can tell her skin is flushed, darker than it’ usual shade. You watch as her pendulous breasts tremble noticeably with each breath. Her prominent nipples stiffen under your hungry gaze. Your eyes crawl back up to meet hers, and you say nothing as you step towards her.

Her shivering ceases as you draw near, coming close enough for your fur to just brush against her. You bring your hand up to her waist and trace your claws over her skin. She flinches at the touch and the air around you begins to take on her sweet scent.

You hear her breath skip, almost stopping as your touch continues to travel up. You watch the path you trace along her skin. Her waist to her ribs, from there to her breast. You cup the heavy orb in your palm, the roughened pads of your fingers rasping over the stiff, sensitive bud of her nipple. She gasps and her back arches. Her breast presses even more firmly into your palm and you grin at the response.

“Lie down, little rabbit.” You growl to her, softly commanding her. The briefest of frowns flashes across her face.

“That’s not my name.” She pout, but she still does as you say. You stifle a laugh.

“I know, but that’s what you are.” You watch her lie down, stretching out on her back in the soft grass that fills the clearing. You crouch to join her, kneeling between her legs your hands fall to grip her thighs. “A timid little rabbit, that’s begging to be devoured.” You taunt her, spreading her thighs and lowering your snout to the honey-sweet cleft that you revealed.

“Devoured?” She asks, tense once more. Her thighs clamp on your head but it’s too late to stop you and as your tongue parts her lower lips she melts once more. “Ohhh… by Nire…” Her legs move once more, this time to keep you held close. The lithe limbs surround you and pull you tighter into her while you indulge in her sweetness. It’s not long before the nature spirit’s nectar runs in rivulets down her thighs.

When you’re ready to move on you move to pull away, and find yourself still trapped in the Nymph’s **** embrace. While you may be ready, she’s not; and Sylvana is stronger than you’d expect given your prior interactions. Your own meager strength stat leaves you unable to pry loose from her tenacious grip. Rather than fighting against her you decide that you may as well give her what she desires, returning once more to bathing her slick nethers with your tongue. You use the long organ to your advantage. Her sweet nectar makes it easy enough to part her lips and taste her depths.

“Mmm, fuck!” She moans aloud, her hips jerking towards you. Your nose, cold compared to the sweltering heat she’s putting off, bumps and rubs against her clit; the temperature difference a shock that sends her over the edge. You tense to hold your own against her near crushing grip as the nymph writhes and cries out in pleasure, rubbing her gushing cunt against your captive face.

Eventually her frantic motions slow and come to a stop. Her legs relax around you and finally you’re allowed to pull free of her. Sylvana pants, looking up at you with eyes half lidded in post orgasmic bliss.

“Things could have been a lot more friendly between us if you’d lead off with that.” You snort and push her into flipping over.

“Don’t get used to it.” You say blithely. Never had there been a chance for you to practice any sort of behavior related to this. Giving wasn’t something you were used to. It was always take or be taken from. You had to admit that maybe there was room for more than that now; this was just going to take some getting used to.

She looks back over her shoulder at you knowingly, the hint of a grin on her lips. She looked away, resting her head on her arm. The ass that sat raised in front of you, ready for mounting, began to sway in front of you. The Nymph was just asking for it now. You place your hands on her hips, stilling the movement. Rearing back your hand falls, a loud crack echoes in the clearing and Sylvana gasps sharply, her rear pushing even further towards you.

You grin, satisfied with the response and ready your wolfish cock. Your tapered tip slips along her slit, prodding her clit to elicit a further gasp of delight from the lust filled nymph. With rapidly dwindling self control you rear back again. This time your tip catches and slides home. Softly growling as her warmth surrounds your length you push yourself home, nestling into her depths. Her walls conform to you perfectly. Slick velvet tightness caresses you and envelops every inch of your engorged, throbbing dick.

You’re not sure if anything different needs to happen for her to be able to produce the Nature Essence, and right now nothing could be further from your mind. Rational thought quickly leaves you and what’s left is just one salient fact: there’s an eager bitch in front of you waiting to be bred.

“Don’t keep me waiting. Fuck me already!” Sylvana pleads from beneath you, not asking for anything more than what you were already planning. A squeeze of her pussy follows, her writhing walls already trying to milk you before you’ve even moved.

You growl and tighten your grip on her hips, claws pricking her skin and drawing a pained gasp from the nymph before you give her just what she wants. Drawing back and then slamming home again you quickly pick up the pace. The sounds of your coupling fill the glade: the wet squelching of her sucking cunt, the slap of your furry thighs and balls against her ass, the panting and moaning of two creatures lost in a frenzy of breeding lust.

In the moment everything else faded. It was just you and Sylvana. Finally you were the alpha. There was a bitch to breed and you were the master of your own territory. This is what you’d been missing all this time. This is how it should have been.

Your frenzied breeding of Sylvana worked you quickly to your peak. The frantic pace and the way her nectar soaked pussy squeezed and clenched around you quickly brought you to the edge; and it wasn’t long before you gave in. The heat in your loins reached its peak and with a final thrust and a long, loud howl you released inside her. You seed flooded Sylvana, far more of it than you’d released in either of your previous sexual encounters. It seemed like it should flood her womb and come pouring from around your cock but no. Every drop was taken by the nymph, her stomach bloating minorly before returning to normal once your prolonged climax had finished.

“Mmm, that should do it.” She sighed in content, her hand moving to her belly as she shifted away from you. Your cock slipped free of her and bobbed in the cool air for a few moments before beginning to shrink back into your sheathe. Sylvana turned to face you, leaning in to your furry chest as you knelt panting still from the brief, but intense, exertion.

“Should do what?” You ask before remembering what all of that had been for. “Oh, right.” She laughed and straightened.

“We should go back to the barrier. The essence will be ready when we get there.” She waited for you to rise. With you in the lead the both of you return to the thorn barrier.