Plowed Cloud
#3 of The Radkial Legacy
For those of you just joining in, this is a short taking place on the world of the novel "In the Enemy's Territory," centering around the Radkial pack, and specifically about Cloud, who at the time of the novel is the female Alpha of the pack. The stranger, however, was known far and wide as "The Dark Walker," and made a whole lot of puppies. In fact, if one checked the pins on a map, his path from one end of the continent to the other would be obvious. Suspected to be at least half Fa'val, no one ever saw him, and no one knows what happened to him. Poor little Cloud, just one of his many victims, but it did give us Fern and White Toe.
The night was hot and muggy. It felt a lot on the outside as she did on the inside. She wasn't even suppose to be out here, wandering around in the fields so late. Everyone else was asleep, but the burning in her body wouldn't let her do the same.
A rustle behind her made her gasp, ears swiveling, but no one was there when she looked. Whimpering, she knew she should go back to the den. Predators prowled at night, and they could smell her easily with how strong her scent was. The only problem was, every time she'd try to grasp onto her sanity, it would slip away just like she had right past her mother guarding the door. Panting hotly, she whimpered again, trembling with indecision.
Her choice in the matter was suddenly no longer an option. An iron grip had control of her by the scruff, another hand slipping around her muzzle while she was wrenched tight against a tall, male body. The smoky musk that filled her nose was unfamiliar to her, but there wasn't much she could do to fight back. Not when the male leaned over her and growled seductively by her ear, taking a deep sniff of her. "'nother sweet li'l bitch in heat. Hmm, meh favorite smell ta wake up to."
When she whimpered and squirmed in protest, he licked her ear sensually, his accent different than she was used to. "Now, now, darlin, think we both know why yir out 'ere. We'll both git what we want, an' I'll be un meh way." Releasing her scruff, his hand explored her body, toying with a hard little nipple poking through her shirt. Her chest arched to his touch without meaning to, and he chuckled wickedly. "So eager fer these puppies."
His hand continued further, easily unbuttoning and slipping right into her denim shorts. She sucked in her breath through her nose for he still clenched her muzzle tightly, but once he felt her resistance ooze away, he instead wrapped that muscular arm around her to prevent her from sinking to the ground when her knees lost their strength, holding her fast to his solid body.
Dipping his fingers into her velvet warmth to cover them with her eagerness, he masterfully worked her to a quivering, thoughtless mess. Eyes rolled into her head, she felt like her bones had turned to goo, limp and moaning for this stranger. Her ears burned, hearing him chuckle darkly while he worked her button without mercy, not giving her a moment to catch her breath or find her sanity. In all the motion, her shorts dropped around her ankles, but she was too distracted to notice.
Slowly, he let her slip to the ground, the soil soft and cool under her hands and knees. Then the stranger was behind her with a firm grip on the base of her tail before she could think of anything rational. A lustful whimper left her without her wanting it to when she felt his thick rod tease the swollen lips of her needy spade.
He had no intentions of fooling around. Moistened enough, his tapered tip eased open her passage for his girth, stretching her wider and wider with each firm thrust that left her breathless. Finally sheathed snugly within her quivering tunnel, he paused a moment to pant with pleasure, admiring the view of his cock vanishing into her. She was just too tight to fit his knot, but that was alright. A knot meant he'd have to stick around, and he was here to breed this moaning bitch, not have a conversation.
Panting heavily, she was trying to get some shred of sanity back. This wasn't right, some stranger in her pack's territory! She should be howling, calling on her uncles and brothers to chase him away! After all, what he was doing was only something a Banished would do. Instead, there she was, squirming herself closer without consideration for rules or consequences. His throaty chuckle made her whine, some small part of her brain knowing what this was, but the rest of her didn't really care. She had never mated before, never been stretched like this, but it felt better than any attempt on her part to quell the fire his powerful thrusts were stoking inside her.
He had complete control of her and the pleasure he was giving her with a hand on her hip and the other holding her tail. He was so strong that she could do nothing more than lay her cheek against the back of her hand and surrender herself completely to his violation. With every thrust her body relented a little more, giving him more of his shaft to pull out and stab back in until his knot was smashing against the swollen lips of her spade.
Her thigh fur was soaked with her enjoyment of his rhythmic penetrations, the sloppy sounds of her eagerness making her ears burn. Eyeballs tucked up in her head, she was clenching his cock so tightly that he had to slow to let her orgasm pass, but he did not let her gain any traction on her sanity.
"I ain't done yet, darlin," he snickered gruffly. "But yi sure are the tightest bitch yet."
Spreading her knees a little further apart to have even more access, he gripped her hips tight and leaned over her to pound into her even harder. His balls slapped against her, splashing the steady stream pouring from her hammered hole. Clutching handfuls of dirt, she didn't know if she'd ever be able to come back from the orbit he sent her into, moaning uncontrollably while her drool made a thin line from her mouth to the dirt.
With a few final thrusts, she heard him growl and moan in pleasure over her own sounds before a rush of intense warmth blossomed inside her. Sheathed to the thick knot that was pressed tight against her opening, his shaft pulsed within her. She could even feel his balls constricting with every hot spray of his seed. The feeling was so erotic and satisfying, she wished it could last longer.
Spent, the stranger panted a moment to catch his breath. She was panting, too, her passage still quivering, the lust in her still burning hot. Every instinct wished that knot could be locked inside her to hold all his deposit in.
The stranger patted her rump before slowly pulling out, his smirk evident in his tone. The hot explosion of his seed dripping down over her clit was enough to make her whine with need again. "Surry, darlin, but I gotta run. Much as I'd rather fuck yi 'gain jest ta make extra sure meh puppies take, but I like breathin' so I best move 'long. Sure were fun, though."
He stood, and she heard the brush rustle behind her for a second before the only thing she could hear were the night sounds and her own panting.
It took her a long while to shake off the heat daze, sitting up slowly to peer around. Whining, she hugged herself and started to sob. The brush rustled again, and she gasped, looking up at her oldest brother.
"Cloud!" His nose quivered and his brow knitted together in concern. "Oh, Cloud. Who was he? Did ye see 'im?"
She shook her head, sniffling loudly and trembling. "I-I never smelled 'im 'fore. I... I didn't even see 'im!"
Bursting into tears again, she felt her brother pull his shirt over her head and help her to her feet.
"I'm so sorry, Cloud, I wish I'd come by this way sooner. C'mon. I'll get ye back to the den. Maybe we can still catch his trail an' neuter 'im!" He growled the last part.
Once back in the den and fussed over by her mother and aunts, the men gathered and hunted, but never found more than a few muddy paw prints that were larger than their own and showed evidence of some webbing, just like the two beautiful boy pups she gave birth to.