This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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The wolf howled as her lover filled her, her legs wrapped around his waist and dragging him deeply into her. There was no way Sandra was letting him go before he had spent his load inside her, though with an unwrapped cock there was only one outcome there that could come to pass. Her long, brown hair splayed out around her head like a less than serene halo as her partner snarled, showing his teeth, slamming the headboard back into the wall with each thrust. Not that either of them cared about the damage, of course, as long as they got what they wanted from the franticly heady liaison.
Everything was perfect, exactly as Sandra had wanted it to be, John growling deep in the back of his throat as his smooth-skinned cock powered into her. It was not the first time that they had come together but it was the first time that he had plunged into her with the intention of knotting and not pulling out. Even then, his knot swelled, something that he should have already locked inside her, though something in John hesitated, knowing that, once that deed was done, there simply was no going back.
Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it wasn't. But what wolf in the world could deny the call of breeding lust, the heat of his partner tickling his nose? John grunted and sucked in greedy breath after breath, her body ripe with pheromones, letting him know that she was more than ready for him and, well, Sandra most certainly was not on the pill either. He clasped her wrists in his paws and shoved them above her head, pinning them there, the rise of her tits begging his attention and tongue.
He could not resist, lashing her nipples with that long, flexible appendage, not caring for the drool that splattered. It was merely a by-product of their lust, something that would have to be dealt with. Sandra trembled and arched up into his touch, her heaving tits pressed against his muzzle as her partner snarled and growled, teeth catching. Yet any manner of them grazing her tits only served to send yet another exotically erotic thrill through her body, hips bucking, trying to push back at him as much as John was locked onto pounding her down into the bed.
