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When you set out towards the forest at the edge of town, you’d only planned to spend an hour or so foraging. It had been peaceful for a while; all was quiet except for the singing of the birds and the occasional drip, drip, drip of last night’s rain falling from the leaves. However, it hadn’t taken long for that to change.
In almost an instant, the forest goes silent, and before you can even think or act, something collides with you from behind. The force is enough to knock you down to the ground along with the basket with all of your collected fruits. Instinct kicks in quickly, though, and you wrestle yourself free from whatever had attacked you, but as soon as you roll over onto your back, it’s on you again.
You panic, continuing to struggle against the weight on top of you until a familiar sense of calmness washes over you—you know this feeling. You stop struggling against your attacker, heart beating out of your chest as you’re finally able to focus on the figure pinning you down.
Long brown hair, green eyes… It’s Gwylan. His face is flushed pink as he hovers above you, and his grip is firm, but you could wrestle yourself free from him again if you felt the need to.
"My dear... You shouldn’t roam so carelessly." He pants, his wild eyes staring down at you. "It's quite dangerous in these woods. You never know who or what might get you."
"Gwylan? What the- Are you okay, love?" You ask breathlessly, still a bit shaken.
"Don't worry about me, kit. I'm just peachy."
Without another word, he's leaning down to nose at your neck gently and taking a deep breath.
"You smell so good, dear. It's driving me crazy." His warm breath ghosts over your skin, causing you to shiver. Your vulpine ears and tail twitch when you get a whiff of his scent—he's in rut.
"Oh-" You blush at the realization, and your own pheromones flare in response to his. Your heat isn’t meant to start for another few weeks, but being so close to him in this state stirs something primal inside of you.
“You look so pretty in your collar, pet…” He breathes, beginning to press soft kisses against the column of your throat. You whine and can’t help but bare your neck to him.
“You can ask me for help with your- ah… your ruts, you know.” You gasp, pulling one of your hands free from his grip and reaching up to pluck his hat off his head. “I ask you to help with my heats all the time, it’s only fair I help you too… There’s no need to chase me around the forest.”
“Where’s the fun in that, kit?” He giggles, nipping at your neck and running his tongue over the mark afterwards.
“You had me pretty freaked out. I thought you were that damn hunter.” You pout, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head away from you. He lets out a loud moan, and his hips rut down into your thigh involuntarily.
“You-” He huffs, “Naughty kit, I thought I told you not to pull my hair.”
“I don’t follow rules very well, you should know this, my love.” You release his hair and lean up to press a kiss against his lips. He hums into it, pushing you back down onto the forest floor and slipping his tongue into your mouth, all while continuing to rut against your thigh desperately.
“I need to be inside of you, dear… please-” He rambles, barely giving himself time to speak between his kisses. “I just- oh, I need it so bad.”
You let him settle between your thighs and hike your dress up to your waist—he practically drools when he notices you hadn’t even bothered to wear panties.
“My naughty little kit… It’s almost like you wanted this.” He drags a hand from your stomach down, down, down to cup your dripping cunt, softly petting your slick folds until he’s sinking one of his slender fingers into your warmth.
You mewl softly at the intrusion, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of him slowly stretching you open. “O-Oh my- fuck!”
“Shhh… You’re doing so well for me, dear.” Gwylan presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in small circles. “Such a good girl… helping me out with my rut.”
His smile is gentle as he watches you writhe in pleasure beneath him. “You can take another one, can’t you, kit?” He hums, and it seems to echo in your mind.
“Mhmm- I can take another, promise.”
Soon, Gwylan is sloooowly sliding another finger into your pussy and bottoming out with a lewd squelch. “Oh my,” He giggles. “Are you sure you’re not the one in heat, dear?” He doesn’t wait for a reply before pulling his fingers out and thrusting them back in.
Any coherent thoughts have fled your mind, leaving only thoughts of Gwylan behind. “Ngh- Shit, Gwylan, there…” You keen. “There, there-”
Your vision goes white, and Gwylan’s movements only speed up, his fingers hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over again without fail. Your body shakes as you cum around him, fingers digging into the ground and hips flinching away from Gwylan’s touch.
His thumb continues to stroke your clit as you come down from your orgasm, and your hand shoots down to grab his wrist and stop him. “No, no… too sensitive- can’t…” You whimper, twitching against him.
“You did so well, dear… Just a bit more- Just need to be inside you now.” Gwylan mumbles, pulling his tunic up quickly and pulling his pants down to his mid-thigh. Your eyes hungrily eat up the newly revealed skin, from his cute little tummy to the faint brown happy trail that leads down to his pretty cock.
Before your lust-addled brain can even register what’s happening, two soft hands are pushing your legs up towards your chest. Gwylan slides his cock between your drenched pussylips, the head nudging at your swollen clit when he rocks his hips forward.
“Please, kit… Can I put it in? Please, tell me I can put it in.” Gwylan begs, continuing to rub his cock against you. You give him a nod, and he lets out a shaky sigh and eaaaases his cock into your cunt, aided by just how wet you are.
“Oh- Oh, dear… You feel too good.” His head drops down into the crook of your shoulder, effectively folding you in half, and he gently begins to move. His cock fills you perfectly, as if it were made just for you.
He keeps his eyes on you the entire time, watching you closely, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. “H-How are you- hah- How are you feeling, dear?” He breathes against your ear.
You try your best to answer, but all that comes out is garbled nonsense as his cock carves its shape into your gummy walls. All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close, tugging at his hair as you do so.
The loud squelching noises your pussy makes as he ruts into you cause you to flush. Despite your embarrassment, the lewd sounds seem to spur Gwylan on, and he fucks you impossibly deeper—as if he’s trying to fuck right into your womb.
The divoted head of Gwylan’s cock continues kissing your cervix gently with each roll of his hips, making tears brim in your eyes from the pleasure. He leans back, lifting his head from the crook of your neck to stare down at you softly. He brings his hands up to cup your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs before leaning in and kissing you.
You moan into his mouth, lifting one of your hands from its place around his neck to stroke one of his soft, brown ears. He yips in response, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.
Your eyes snap open, and you whine loudly, letting your head fall back against the ground. You can’t even begin to care about how messy the two of you must be, not when Gwylan’s cock seemed to have just grown larger inside of you.
“Gwy- What the- ngh! Is that…?” You’re barely able to speak, and your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
“M’sorry- Oh… I’m so sorry, kit- I can’t control it.” He sounds pathetic, and his thrusts are beginning to get sloppy.
“Please, dear- Let me give you m-my knot… I won’t- hah- get you pregnant, I promise.” He’s back to nuzzling into your neck, nipping and suckling at the sensitive skin there. “Please, please, please, kit… Just let me knot you.”
The sound that leaves you in response to his begging can only be described as desperate.
“It’s okay, Gwy- I want your knot… F-Fuck- Give it to me, my love.”
A primal growl tears from Gwylan’s throat as he buries his cock as deep as it’ll go, his knot inflating and locking the two of you together. You arch up into him sluttily, and the world feels like it shatters around you as you cum alongside him. When he cums, Gwylan sinks his sharp fangs into the soft skin of your neck, which pulls a long, resounding whine from you. In your dazed state, you don’t even think about biting him back; all you can think about is how you’ve never felt so full before.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He repeats like a mantra as he cums and cums and cums deep into your womb. His hips twitch weakly, trying to push his seed deeper inside on instinct.
“M’so full, Gwy- O-Oh God…” You babble, holding onto him like a lifeline.
The two of you stay locked together in the middle of the forest for a few more minutes before Gwylan’s knot softens enough that he’s able to pull out—you loathe how empty you feel after he does.
But before you can complain, he’s flipping you over onto your hands and knees and mounting you again, from the back this time. You look back at him from over your shoulder and notice a familiar magical thread wrapped around his hand—it’s your leash, and he’s using it to pull you back against him.
“I’m sorry, dear… I-I lied, I’m not- hah- letting you go until I’m sure we’ll be having a litter of kits to call our own… My rut’s only just started."