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The first few ruts Kit had taken herself off to the woods, “like a gentleman”, Jade had joked. She hadn’t trusted that her so far impeccable self restraint on not mauling anyone who didn’t deserve it would translate in close quarters with Jade. Not at the full moon, not in a rut, when her blood was boiling in everywhere but her brain, her whole being just instincts and need and want. Humans were fragile, and a wolfed-out Kit was, apart from being a hulking monster capable of ripping a moose in half, impressively endowed. And that wasn’t even including the knot.
The first time Jade had laid on Kit in her full wolf glory Kit had fully expected it to be the moment Jade went from into it to "hell no". Fantasy was one thing, reality, as Kit was painfully aware, was something quite different. But it hadn’t been fear Kit saw in her eyes, had Jade all but licking her lips like she was the big bad wolf and not Kit. There was a little frisson of fear, perhaps, a little spark of adrenaline on seeing the challenge before her, like a climber surveying some new peak, but beyond that there was only naked, unashamed desire. The benefit of her enhanced sense meant Kit could hear the way Jade’s heart picked up as her eyes raked up and down Kit’s body, smell the scent of Jade’s growing arousal, hear the little moan Jade had bitten back when Kit had stripped off, finally showing Jade the cock she’d been fantasising over. It seemed it wasn't so much more than Jade had bargained for as more than she had been hoping for.
The first time Jade had gone down on Kit transformed she’d nearly shredded the sofa, first from nerves and then from ecstasy.
A fur-covered chest might not have seemed the most sensitive as Jade worked her way down but Kit’s whines betrayed her as Jade's fingers worked through her fur, tongue circling Kit's nipples. Then she slipped back from where she'd been straddling Kit to kneel between her thighs. Kit let her head flop back against the sofa as Jade dragged her tongue across the tip of Kit’s cock, already leaking, before she wrapped her lips around it.
Kit’s claws dug into the fabric, shredding through the cover as she fought to keep her paws where they were. Fought not grip Jade’s hair and press her down faster, fought to stop her hips bucking and driving her cock deeper into Jade’s throat.
It was only after they were both spent, lying curled together on the wrecked sofa, fur of Kit’s thigh sticky where Jade had ridden it and her own fingers, that Jade confessed that next time she’d quite enjoy if Kit didn’t hold herself back so much.
"I want you, she'd said. "All of you."
Any chance of Kit trying to play it cool was ruined by the way her tail had thumped against the sofa as it started to wag.
That had been then. This was now.
It was hard to describe the world as seen through the senses of a wolf. Sure, objectively, people could understand her sense of smell was better. But there was knowing that, and then there was walking to a room and the scent being strong enough to almost taste Jade’s arousal on her tongue. Like she'd already thrown Jade down onto the blankets and lapped at her until she came hard into Kit's mouth, working her til she was wet and loose and ready. Kit’s whole body was a livewire, every sensation running straight to her groin as Jade rolled herself over, raised her hips, presented herself to Kit, reached back and spread herself, dripping and desperate.
One thing to say how much better she could hear, and quite another to hear pin-sharp every gasp and moan, the slick sound as Kit pushed into Jade, always just on the cusp of too much.
The thoughts in her head had become formless, desperate impulses. All there was, was the burning need to be inside, inside, to bury herself in Jade again and again, fill her, knot her, breed her. Kit gripped Jade’s hips a little tighter, claws pressing just enough into the skin to raise pinpricks of blood to Jade’s breathless delight.
“Going to put a litter in you,” Kit’s voice was gravel. “Going to fucking fill you.”
Jade managed to push herself up onto her hands, shifting the angle with a moan that nearly had Kit coming there and then. Jade’s hazy eyes met Kit’s in the carefully positioned mirror, Kit leaning forward to let her teeth ghost over the mating bite scar.
“Do it,” Jade managed, trying to lean into it, to press herself into the teeth, but one of Kit’s hands came up to grip her hair, hold her steady, even as Kit fucked into her. “Do it, fuck. Want you, want all of you, in me, now.”
The growl rumbled up from the back of Kit’s throat. She couldn’t have stopped it if she wanted to. One hand gripped Jade’s hair tight, keeping her looking up at the mirror. Up into Kit’s eyes as her teeth sank in and with one sharp snap of her hips, she forced her knot inside. The noise from Jade was barely human, just pure, base, pleasure. Kit kept up the pace until she felt Jade tense, heard her cry out again, the scent of her release a heady fog filling Kit’s brain. Only then did she let herself come, great shuddering spurts that had Jade moaning again, pressing back against Kit, trying to prolong the moment.
Kit caught herself on her forearm, wrapping the other around Jade’s waist and rolling them both carefully onto the pile of cushions, careful not to pull at the oh so sensitive place they were joined.
“Fuck,” Jade managed, after a moment, spacey with pleasure. She reached back clumsily, finding Kit’s ear to scratch behind, and then winced when the motion made Kit wriggle, the pleasant ache between her legs too tender for the extra pressure. There wasn’t a need for a blanket with Kit pressed to her back, arms wrapping around her as they caught their breath, sweat drying. “You good?”
Kit nodded so that Jade could feel it, senses too foggy, too overwhelmed to try and work out how to frame words just yet.
“You know, I think by the time we’re free, I might just be up for round two.”
And if the excited twitch of Kit’s hips and the rumble in Kit’s throat wasn’t sign of her agreement enough, the sound of Kit’s tail slapping against the blankets certainly was.