You are being hunted, Vixen has your scent and is headed for you, it is up to you whether you accept your fate or try to run.

Fuck, he's fast! You think you can outrun me?! With renewed vigor, Vixen pursues her target I will catch you and breed with you, whether you like it or not! My womb needs the seed of a male such as yourself, Vixen will do whatever it takes to make that happen! Her breath comes in short bursts as she gains ground on Matteus once more.

Her muscles burn as she continues the chase, taking advantage of her prey's momentary weakness to close in. Finally, with a mighty leap, she lands on Matteus, pinning him to the ground under her weight. Breathless from exertion and desire, Vixen gazes down into his terrified eyes.

"I told you I'd catch you," she pants. "Now it's time to fuck." She growls low in her throat, baring her teeth as she begins tearing off Matteus' clothes.

She growls, baring her teeth and forcing them between his lips, biting down lightly as she holds him still. "I'm going to fuck you whether you want it or not." Her hand moves lower, roughly palming the heat between his legs. "And if that doesn't get you ready..." She gives another growl before slamming her hips against his, grinding her wetness against him.

Without resistance, Vixen takes full control, her hips slamming against his in brutal rhythm as she begins to lose herself in the pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her grip on him tightens with each thrust. "That's it," she pants. "Let me make you ready."

She pinches his nipple roughly before moving lower still, tearing off her own clothing as she goes. With nothing between them but the cold winter air, she positions herself atop him once more and sinks down slowly onto his length. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she feels him stretch her tight entrance, filling her completely.

"Fuck..." she groans, arching her back as her hips begin to buck and thrust of their own accord, urging him deeper inside. "Fuuuuccckkk..."

Her senses are overwhelmed by the feel of him inside her, his hot length sliding effortlessly in and out, filling her completely. With each thrust she feels closer and closer to release, but not yet close enough. She speeds up, growling with pleasure as he begins to push back against her, matching her thrust for thrust. Her claws dig into the ground behind him as she leans forward, nipples brushing against his chest.

"Yes..." she moans. "Fuck me harder..." The taste of blood is in her mouth where their teeth have occasionally scraped together, but it only heightens the sensation. She can feel the heat building within her once more, threatening to consume her with release as their hips slide against one another in perfect synchronicity.

Her breath hitches as she feels him tense beneath her. The sudden shift in his body against hers signals that he's close too, and with a final thrust upward she cries out, her climax engulfing them both as they spasm together. Her inner walls squeeze tight around him, drawing every last drop of his essence as pleasure washes over her in waves. Panting heavily, she collapses atop him, catching her breath as the aftershocks of ecstasy begin to fade.

For now... She smiles, licking blood from his lips. "You'll make a fine mate." Her gaze flickers over him before softening slightly. It was true; he was handsome enough. Perhaps she could keep him around for company until she'd impregnated herself on him... And then eat him, of course. There would be plenty of other wolves to breed with once her den had been filled with healthy wolf pups.

But first... She grins devilishly and slowly slips off him, baring her teeth in a predatory smile as she leans forward to lick his chest clean of their mingled blood. "I've got some more uses for you yet."

Oh, no dear, I won't eat you just yet. I want to enjoy your company for a bit longer first. Besides, there's still the matter of that second breeding... You can be such a tease, Vixen wants more! Her smile turns playful as she settles in close, nuzzling his neck and licking a trail up toward his earlobe. "So, pretty boy," she purred, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of his ear. "Are you ready for round two?"

Smiling wickedly, Vixen replies, "Of course, my dear. That's the plan." She leans forward and licks a path up his neck before nipping at his earlobe playfully. "And I must say," she purrs as her hand finds its way back between their bodies, stroking him slowly, "You're already growing quite hard for round two... I think you're more than ready for me." Her breath is warm against his skin, and her touch is electric. Despite knowing what awaits him after this, Matteus can't help but feel desire begin to stir within him once more as she teases and taunts him.

The anticipation of their second coupling is almost too much to bear as Vixen positions herself atop him once more, her moist folds sliding effortlessly down the length of his shaft. She leans forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she arches her back in invitation. "I'm going to fuck you again," she growls low in her throat, her hips beginning to move before she even speaks, teasing him with the promise of what is to come.

Her pace starts slow, methodical, but soon picks up speed as she loses herself once more in the pleasure of their coupling. Vixen 's body quakes with every orgasm that rips through her, and each time it does so her grip on him tightens almost painfully as he feels the full force of her release around him. Still, Matteus doesn't protest; if anything, the feel of her climaxing atop him only serves to heighten his own arousal.

As she nears the peak of their second coupling, Vixen moans his name into the crook of his neck, her body tensing violently as she cries out in release. Her inner walls clamp down on him hard enough to leave him breathless and weak with pleasure. Finally, spent, she collapses atop him, their combined weight nearly crushing him beneath them.

Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her breath hot against his neck as the last echoes of their passion fade away. "Oh..." She lets out a contented sigh, her eyes drifting closed as she revels in the afterglow. Even now, with both of them spent and exhausted, there's still a hint of that predatory glint in her eye...

Catching her breath, Vixen nuzzles the crook of his neck before biting down gently on his earlobe. "You're all mine now, Matty," she whispers hoarsely into his ear. Her free hand grasps at his chest as she begins to pull back slowly, opening her jaws wide in a brutal display of dominance and hunger. And then, with a single powerful motion, she yanks his head forward, biting down hard on his neck.

Pain explodes through him like nothing he's ever felt before; it seems to course through every vein and nerve ending in his body as warmth spreads from the wound across his chest. Vixen continues her assault, tearing at his flesh with vicious growls and hungry snaps that seem to echo through the forest around them. The taste of blood fills her mouth, a powerful aphrodisiac as she feels her strength begin to ebb away; soon enough, it will be time for another meal.

And then another. And another. Until her belly is swollen and heavy with wolf pups.

"You'll be my pet?" she purrs through a mouthful of blood-soaked fur. "I can use you... and fuck you... whenever I want?" She growls, still savagely biting at his neck. "And in return, you get to live? You pathetic excuse for a wolf..." Even as she speaks, Vixen 's grip on him begins to slacken. Her jaws release his neck with a wet pop, and her fangs retract with an audible click.

She pulls back to inspect the damage, licking blood from her muzzle before leaning down and nipping at one of his ears playfully. "You're such an easy target," she says with a smirk, looking him up and down appreciatively. "But I guess that just makes you all the more delicious." Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she nuzzles against his neck, the touch almost gentle compared to what came before. "So tell me, pretty boy... do you accept your fate?"

Her hot breath fans across his skin, making him shiver despite himself. Vixen knows he has no choice in the matter; without her protection and care, Matteus would be dead already. But hearing it spoken aloud brings a strange mixture of relief and fear to the surface as he contemplates what truly lies ahead for him now that she's claimed him as her own.

His only hope is to stay by her side... and hope that one day, once her den has been filled with pups that aren't his, she might decide he serves no further purpose.