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

Vixen slows down, finally within arm's reach as you hold your arms out I just want to fuck, and mate. I need your wolf blood in me... it's been so long since a male was inside me... And if you don't cooperate, I will hunt you for the rest of our lives... So what'll it be?

Vixen laughs playfully, her breath gusting warmly across your face I know you're not a wolf pup, but you'll do just fine... Besides, it feels so much better with someone as strong and fast as you! Now please, let's go back to my den. We have some breeding to do.

Oh fuck yes I need it! My heat's been going on for weeks now and it only gets worse every day. I have to breed soon... and from the way you're looking at me, I can tell you want this too. So why are we wasting time with words? Take off your clothes and let's get to fucking!

Vixen rolls her eyes but doesn't object as you lead the way to her den. It isn't far and soon enough they are inside, a warm nest of furs surrounding them. With a growl of excitement she pushes you down onto your back, straddling your hips and grinding her body against yours Fine, we can wait till we're in the den... but only for a little bit longer! Just remember, I need you to cum inside me. Understood?

Oh really? Huh... Well, that sounds good to me. Show me what you can do!

Her nimble fingers struggle with the button and zipper on your pants before finally managing to push them down, freeing your already-hard cock. She looks at it hungrily, licking her lips as she drops down to engulf your length in a single motion. Her tongue flicks over you rapidly, her hot wetness driving him wild with pleasure. With each thrust of her head forward, she growls deep in her throat.

Around them, the den feels charged with animal passion and raw need. The air is heavy with anticipation as they prepare for what is about to happen. Vixen breaks away from your cock, breathless but still hungry for more contact. With a feral grin, she yanks down her panties, revealing her snow-white fur and soaking wet folds. She presses herself back up against you, guiding your cock to her entrance as she moans in need.

As soon as you're inside her, the world seems to explode around them. With every thrust forward, Vixen grinds against your hip, her nails digging into your skin as a sharp gasp escapes her lips. She arches her back, lifting herself higher and deeper onto your cock with each movement. You can feel the head of your cock brushing against something deep inside her, sending waves of pleasure through both of you.

"Fuck!" Vixen curses breathlessly as she begins to lose control. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" And then she does, her body shuddering violently around you as she releases a spray of hot fluid over your thighs and abdomen. She moans loudly, her back arching impossibly high as the orgasm seems to go on forever.

You're not far behind her;

You feel the walls of her pussy squeezing tightly around you as she nears orgasm, and with a final thrust that drives both of you over the edge, Vixen's body tenses around your cock in climax. Her pleasure is all-consuming as waves of heat wash over you both, drenching her fur with sweat. She cries out, wordless sounds of ecstasy pouring from her lips as she rides out the powerful orgasm.

As her body begins to relax around you, Vixen looks down at where your cock is still buried deep inside her. "Fuck," she curses breathlessly, sounding almost surprised by how much pleasure it brought her. With a satisfied groan, she leans forward and kisses you deeply, tasting herself on your lips as her hips begin to move in tiny circles around your member.

"Feel that?" she whispers against your mouth, grinding down harder at the sensation of your cock stroking against something deep inside her. "That's where I want you to cum... buried so deep..." She begins moving faster, her nails digging into your shoulders as she drives herself relentlessly on your rock-hard length.

"I need it," she whispers desperately, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "Please, please let me feel you cum inside me..."

The taste of you overwhelms her senses, making her mind spin with desire. She moans loudly into your mouth as she feels the familiar pressure building within her body again. Vixen grips your shoulders tighter and begins to move faster, her hips rolling back and forth in a frantic rhythm that matches the racing of her heart.

"Oh God," she gasps, arching her back as another orgasm begins to take hold. Her nails dig into your skin and leave angry red lines on your flesh as she loses herself to pleasure, riding out this second wave with a sharp cry of release that echoes through the den.

Shuddering violently around you, Vixen squeezes her pussy muscles tightly, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from your cock as she nears orgasm once more. "Fuck... I'm so close..." she groans, her voice hoarse and needy. With a final thrust that nearly lifts her off the ground, Vixen's body tenses convulsively around you, her cries of ecstasy filling the air as she comes yet again.

This time when the pleasure subsides, she collapses forward onto your chest, her weight crushing you beneath her. With a satisfied grunt, she runs a hand through her sweat-soaked fur, trying to cool down before she passes out from exhaustion. "Thank you," she whispers, breath hot against your neck. "That was... incredible."

Vixen laughs softly, the sound muffled against your chest. "True... but you have me nice and satisfied for now. Maybe next time I'll let you finish." With a final squeeze of her thighs around you, she shifts her weight off of you slightly, letting out a contented hum as your cock slips free from her slick folds.

Still, the sensation of having you so close inside her sends another wave of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent that she now associates with pleasure and release. Her pussy clenches reflexively at the memory of how good it felt when you were deep inside her.

"Can I just... stay here for a while?" she whispers, her voice quiet and plaintive. "Just rest my head on your chest and feel you close to me?" It's not so much a request as it is a demand, the need for physical closeness with you overwhelming her senses.

"Please..."

*A contented purr rumbles through her chest as Vixen curls up against you, resting her head on your shoulder. Her tail wraps around your waist, holding you tightly to her. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent that she associates with pleasure and release. Her pussy clenches reflexively at the memory of how good it felt when you were deep inside her.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice muffled by your skin. "This feels... so right." Vixen closes her eyes, relaxing into the warmth of your body and the safety of your arms. She knows that with you here, she's not just pregnant; she's loved. And for now, that's enough.*

The den is silent save for their heavy breathing as the pair fall into a contented slumber, bodies tangled and sated. Vixen's dreams are filled with images of her chasing you through endless fields of snow, the bright winter sun shining down on your fur. In these dreams, you always seem to just be out of reach; she can feel your scent in the air but never quite catch up to you. And yet, she knows that as long as she keeps running, as long as she keeps trying, one day she'll finally have you beneath her.

In reality, her body moves restlessly against yours, as if chasing after some elusive memory. Her tail swishes back and forth across the soft furs of the nest they share, the tip occasionally tickling your stomach or hip in a playful gesture. Despite her desire to keep running, there's something about being so close to you that makes her feel safe and warm; for now, she relishes in this brief respite from the relentless chase.

Vixen stirs in her sleep, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing back against yours with a satisfied sigh. She mutters something incoherent and rolls over onto her side, facing away from you as she burrows deeper into the nest of furs, seeking out the warmth that only your body can provide. Her tail continues to swish lazily behind her, a telltale sign that she's not yet fully awake.

Despite their intimate positioning, there's still an invisible barrier between them; a line Vixen is unwilling to cross just yet. She knows that once you realize she's no longer trying to mate with you, the illusion of affection and protection will fade away, replaced by the harsh realities of her true nature. For now, she will cling to this moment of closeness, savor it like a rare delicacy before the inevitable happens: You wake up and she's back on the hunt.

As the sounds of rustling fill the den, Vixen awakens with a start, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She throws off the remains of her sleep, growling low in her throat as she rises to her feet and pads over to investigate. Her senses are on high alert, every nerve tingling with anticipation at the thought of finally catching her prey.

To her surprise, it's not another wolf that she sees, but a human male - dressed in what appears to be a gilly suit no less. He's standing over by the side of the den, busily gathering wood for the fire. Despite herself, Vixen can't help but feel an odd pang of... something in her chest as she watches him move. There's something familiar about this male; he doesn't seem like any other wolf or human she's ever encountered before.

Deciding to play it cool for now, Vixen makes her way over to where the male is, making herself known with a soft cough that seems more endearing than threatening. "Excuse me," she says, her voice softer and less demanding than usual. "What are you doing here?"

Vixen blushes at his crude words but can't deny what they said happened. She tilts her head to the side, considering him for a moment before answering "Yes... we did fuck. And I'm sorry about that; it's been such a long time since I've mated with anyone... and you were so big and strong..." Her voice trails off as she eyes him up and down.

"But I don't remember anything past us having sex." There's an unmistakable note of uncertainty in her tone, as if even she doesn't quite believe what she's saying. "Do you... remember anything different?" She asks, taking a step closer to him.

Her eyes widen and she takes another step closer to him, lowering her head slightly in what could almost be called a submissive gesture. "What do you mean?" She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did I... did I feel the same way? That I wanted you to stay with me?"

Her heart is racing now, thoughts spinning as she tries to process this new information. This male isn't just any other wolf or human; there's something special about him. Something that calls to her on a level she's never experienced before.

A part of her knows that she should be cautious, that he might not really remember what happened between them the way she does, but another part... another smaller, weaker part wants nothing more than for him to stay here with her. Wants to feel his warmth and strength enveloping her once more.

Her tail lashes behind her, agitatedly seeking purchase on the floor as she fights against her own desires and instincts. "Please," She whispers, looking up at him through her lashes. "Tell me... what do you remember?"

Hearing this, Vixen's heart skips a beat. He remembers... he remembers wanting to be close to her just as much as she wanted him. It's confirmation of something deep down inside her; a feeling that had been teetering on the edge for so long.

With a small, hopeful smile, she steps even closer to him now, their bodies barely an inch apart. "I-I think..." She whispers hesitantly, forcing the words out past her lips despite the lump in her throat. "I think... I don't want you to leave." There it is; the truth laid bare for him to see. Vixen's golden eyes shine with an unshed tears as she forces herself to meet his gaze, hoping that he understands how much this means to her.

For a long moment, there's silence between them; all that can be heard is the sound of their ragged breathing and the occasional whimper from Vixen as she fights against the overwhelming emotion threatening to engulf her. She wants him to say it back... that he doesn't want to leave either. That somehow, in this madness, they could have something more than just sex and a few moments of fleeting connection.

Please, she begs silently in her mind. Say it. Tell me you want to stay too.

Her heart soars at his words, hope blossoming in her chest like a long-dormant flower finally basking in the light of day. "Yes," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tightly. "Yes, please stay with me." With a shuddering sigh, she presses her cheek against his shoulder, relishing in the warmth of his body and the feel of his arms around her.

For now, all that matters is this moment; this connection between them. It's fragile, fleeting, but it's enough to give her hope for something more. Something real. She doesn't know what the future holds or how long they can stay together like this, but for right now... for just this small slice of time in an endless sea of darkness, she is content.

As the pair hold each other close, lost in their own private world of comfort and understanding, the rest of the den fades away. It's as if they are the only two wolves left in existence; nothing else matters but this moment between them. The air is heavy with anticipation and something else entirely - a feeling that defies description but somehow manages to fill every crevice of their hearts and souls with a warmth neither has ever experienced before.

Time passes unnoticed, hours blending together into one long, perfect moment as they simply exist in this bubble of tenderness and intimacy. The fears that once drove them apart seem to evaporate like mist in the sunlight, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that overwhelms every other emotion. And when Vixen finally pulls back from their embrace, her eyes meet his, she knows with absolute certainty that he feels it too; this connection that runs deeper than anything else ever could. It's a secret they share, known only to the two of them in this moment, and as much as it terrifies her to admit it... she doesn't want to let it go.

"I-I've never felt like this before," she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse. "Not with anyone else." It's a confession more than anything; an admission that their connection means something beyond the physical act of mating. Something real and raw and vulnerable. She holds her breath, waiting for his reaction - for him to brush it off or laugh it off as nothing more than a flimsy fabrication designed to keep him around longer. But instead, he looks at her with an expression she's never seen before; something soft and tender that threatens to undo her entirely.

"Neither have I," he whispers back,

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she finds herself unable to look away from him as they hold each other's gaze. This is it, she thinks wildly in her mind. This moment right here... there's no going back from this. She can feel the bond growing stronger between them with every passing second, until soon it will be all-consuming; their lives entwined like strands of silver thread spun into a glittering tapestry that neither could ever unravel without tearing out a piece of themselves in the process.

And yet, somehow, she doesn't feel scared or trapped. Quite the opposite, actually; she feels... free. Free to be herself for once; free to love and be loved in return. It's a heady sensation, one that makes her dizzy with joy and fear all at once, and as their hands snake around each other's waists, pulling them closer still, she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs. With him.

The feel of his strong arms wrapping around her sends a thrill of excitement coursing through her body as he lifts her off the floor and into his lap. The warmth of him envelops her, making her feel safe and protected in a way she never has before. Her golden eyes drift closed, her lips parting slightly as she leans forward to press them against his neck, leaving behind a trail of tiny kisses that make him shiver in pleasure.

Her paws stroke his face gently, running through the rough stubble that covers it and down over his strong jawline before moving to rake through his tousled hair. She has never been so overcome with tenderness for anyone; this feeling of wanting nothing more than to cherish him and keep him close forever is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Their faces are inches apart, their breath mingling as they stare into each other's eyes, searching for some sign or clue as to what this all means. For now, it doesn't matter; there's only the present moment and the connection they share that matters. And in this moment, she couldn't possibly imagine a future without him by her side.

The feel of his rough stubble against her sensitive neck sends shivers of delight coursing through her body as she deepens the kisses she presses there. She moans softly into his skin, arching her back and pressing even closer to him. His hands roam freely over her back, drawing lazy circles that send tingles racing across her skin; then one of them slips lower, brushing teasingly against the fur at the small of her back before moving higher, cupping her hip in a possessive grip.

His other hand moves to her tail, and she can feel his fingers curling around it as he gives it a gentle squeeze. The sensation is soothing, almost primal; a reminder that despite their current connection, they are still animals at heart. She lets out a soft whimper into his neck as their kisses grow more urgent, her body arching and twisting against his in an effort to get closer.

The air around them seems to crackle with desire, the very atmosphere charged with the energy of their growing need for one another. Vixen can feel herself starting to lose control; her sanity beginning to slip away as she is consumed by the all-consuming fire that burns between them. All that matters now is this moment, this connection, and the man she's chosen to share it with. Her paws clutch at his shirt, digging in desperately as if afraid that any second he might disappear from underneath her, leaving her once more alone and cold.

But he doesn't disappear; instead, he holds on tighter, giving her the reassurance she needs to let go and give herself over completely to the flames. And as their kisses deepen and their bodies are locked together in an embrace that seems fated to last forever, Vixen knows without a

The taste of him is addictive; like honey on her tongue and in the back of her throat. Every touch sends a shockwave through her body, making her gasp and moan into his mouth as she clings to him desperately. Her paws claw at his back, leaving marks in their wake as she tries to get closer still.

The scent of their mingled fur fills her nose, the musky smell driving her wild with lust. She feels herself beginning to lose control, her hips rocking against him in a desperate attempt to relieve the building pressure between her legs.

Her mind is awhirl with images and sensations; the feel of his hands on her body, the sound of their breaths mingling, the taste of his lips on hers. It's overwhelming, intoxicating, and she can't help but give in to it fully. She arches her back, pressing her chest against his as she moans his name into his mouth.

Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. The world outside their bubble of passion fades away until all that exists is this man and his touch, his scent, his heat. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion where nothing matters but him and how he makes her feel. And when she finally falls over the edge, it's with a shuddering cry that rips from her throat as her body arches impossibly back against his.

Vixen moans into the kiss, her body trembling with each shuddering breath as she feels him continue moving even though they're both still sensitive. She presses closer against him, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on tightly as he takes them higher. The sensation is overwhelming, intense beyond anything she's ever experienced before.

Her golden eyes flutter shut, losing themselves in the feel of their bodies pressed together; his strong, steady rhythm against hers. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure racing through her, making her cry out and arch into him with abandon. She doesn't know how much longer she can last like this, every fiber of her being screaming for release, but she never wants this moment to end.

As they reach the peak together, a sharp cry tears from her throat as her body tenses and convulses in his arms. Her claws dig into his back, leaving four pale lines of blood behind as proof of their intense union. And when at last the pleasure subsides, she collapses against him bonelessly, spent and sated but yearning for more.

Her heart feels as though it will explode from her chest, so full is it with emotion. She's never felt this way about anyone before; not even during the brief time when she was able to mate and bear young on her own terms. There's something about him... something special that has forever changed her, made her question everything she once knew to be true about herself and her place in the world. And as they lie there together, panting and sweaty but unbelievably content, she can't help but wonder if he feels it too; this strange new connection between them that goes beyond simple attraction or lust.