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This short flash fiction was written for Kemper as part of his July Patreon reward. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Passion on the Breeze

There were few things quite so peaceful and refreshing to start out the day as a relaxing stroll along the beach. In a couple of hours it would be occupied by dog walkers, and a few hours after that by families sunbathing and enjoying the golden sand and the rich blue sea. But now, barely after five in the morning, Kemper walked alone across the sand. He sighed happily as he meandered along the shoreline, hands in the pockets of his shorts and chest bare, feeling the water lap at his toes and occasionally around his ankles as the tide shifted a little way higher. All was well. All was calm.

Then he caught that scent. One that made his eyes open a little wider, and his lungs fill more-so as he breathed a little deeper purely out of instinct. The feline male felt his cheeks flush a little as he realised after just a matter of seconds what that scent reminded him of. He reached down, blushing and glancing round as he re-adjusted his shorts to account for the slight swelling of his sheath, but tried not to think about it. Not to encourage himself. After all, it couldn't have been what he thought he was smelling. He was all alone out here, and to smell it even that faintly, the scent would have to be coming from somewhere pretty damn close.

It didn't go away though, and the more Kemper smelled it as the gentle breeze buffeted him from behind, the more he was compelled to turn and see its source. To see whether he was just imagining things, or whether the arousal beginning to flare up between his legs was in fact in any way justified.

He turned his head, and his eyes widened.

Sprinting along the shoreline, still some distance behind him but getting closer by the second, was another figure. A lithe body as white as his fur was black, speckled with dark spots. A dalmatian. She was dressed in a sports bra and... Kemper's eyes bulged. She was dressed in a sport's bra and nothing else. Her bottom half was entirely bare, and as she bolted closer and closer to the now motionless, stunned and undeniably aroused male, he could see the morning sun glinting off the wet, matted fur of her thighs.

The wind had carried her scent quite a way across the beach, but now she was far closer. Close enough to scream to him, and for the sabretoothed male to hear every word.

"I'm sorry!"

She wailed in desperate anguish.

"I... I'm sorry, I... I can't wait. I can't hold back any more!"

She ran closer, closer, closer still, Kemper waiting for her to stop and explain herself. For something to change and break the mystical spell that her scent had trapped him in. But, there was no stopping. No time for explanation. With a frenzied yelp of passion the female dog threw herself at Kemper, knocking him to the ground at the shoreline and straddling him with a savage snarl. She reached between her legs, hand emerging instantly sodden, and pressed it to his face. To his nose and mouth, grunting and huffing as she watched him breath it in.

"Fuck me."

She begged.

"M-my heat... it's, t-too much. I tried to stay home. T-to let it pass. But... I saw you, o-on the beach. All alone. I... I need you. I need you."

She explained herself in ragged gasps, but they were entirely unnecessary. The scent was overwhelming as it was pressed to his face and tasted by Kemper's muzzle, the male wrapping his lips around her fingers and suckling upon them hungrily. He rolled them over into the surf with a savage snarl of his own, and grinned as he felt her legs wrapping around his. Her feet hooking toes around the waistband of his shorts and tugging, pushing them hurriedly down.

" Yes!"

The Dalmatian screamed as Kemper's cock pressed into her, the most natural and incredible feeling in the world surging through them both as they did as instinct commanded.

"Fuck me! B-breed me! Put... a-aaahh yes... put a baby in me!"

She wrapped her body around his as Kemper began to hump her with all the strength and speed he could muster. Her toes curled. Her back arched as the tide washed around them while the male bucked and forced her hips down into the sand, grunting and snarling as her scent grew stronger by the moment, utterly impossible to resist. He didn't know this woman. He didn't know her name or anything about her, but in that moment it truly did not matter one bit. For no matter what he did or did not know about her, Kemper knew one thing without a doubt. He lived, he existed for one purpose only.

To breed her, and not to stop until she was satisfied.

"Cum in me! Oh god... oohhhh god, p-please... cum with me, now. I'm gonna... I... I'm, oh yes. Ohhh yes, _ yes! Now_!"

By Jeeves

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