She had expected pain. Her people were open about sex and mating, she had heard from the older girls and women that her first time would hurt. Instead, the girl felt only liquid pleasure as the coyote’s hips drove him deeper and deeper into her. She quickly noticed his shaft expanding, growing in length and girth, and moaned as she pushed herself back, welcoming every measure of his powerful thrusts into her body.
The primal, wet sounds of their union echoed in their shelter, and she could feel their combined arousal running down her thighs. She could not control her moans, and reveled in the feel of his soft fur against her back, his heated, panted breaths against her cheek, the power of his body as he devoted himself entirely to breeding his human mate. His heavy testicles slapped against her exposed nub and the girl cried out in joyous ecstasy as she suddenly climaxed. Her tunnel clenched down so hard on her invader that for a moment he was unable to pull his swollen, bulging shaft free. His jerking hips only served to tug the climaxing girl along with them.
As soon as he could move freely again, the beast redoubled his efforts, pounding even harder and faster into her, pressing closer against her upturned hips and she suddenly felt a new sensation as an even larger bulge at the base of his shaft began pounding into her fluttering lips. She had seen dogs mate before, she knew the bulge would pin them together, and she wanted it. She wanted him to mate her, to breed her, and she pushed back harder, whimpering in pleasure as the thick bulge popped into her and rapidly back out several times. Suddenly the wildly hammering animal slammed into her with everything he had, forcing his thickening knot into her one last time and holdig it as deep as he could get it as it continued to expand, trapping them together.
Her third orgasm of the night rocked her, and she would have collapsed had her hind quarters not been held up by the bulging, throbbing spear trapped inside her. Panting with exertion, she rested her face on her arms as her lover’s penis twitched within her and filled her with liquid warmth. After a brief respite, she pushed herself back up, only for the coyote to slowly sit down, his knot giving her little choice but to sit more or less on his lap before he laid down. She snuggled back into the animal’s chest, rubbing her tummy as his hot seed pumped into her with every twitch of his throbbing shaft. Thoughts of puppies filled her head and she giggled tiredly. She reached behind herself and scratched his shoulders in thanks before the pair settled for a nap, still joined.
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She’d awakened from her nap with a surprised gasp as his deplenishing knot slipped from her with a wet pop and a flood of their combined fluids. She moaned involuntarily as the coyote stirred behind her and reached down curiously to inspect herself. She shivered as her slender fingers pressed against her still-sensitive lips and easily into herself. Between the thorough stretching from his sizable knot and the slickness from both of their orgasms, she found to her surprise she could almost fit her entire hand. Even more surprising, she was barely sore from the ordeal.
Withdrawing her fingers with another quiet moan, she sat up and glanced at her lover only to receive another surprise. As his talented tongue cleaned his equipment, she finally had a chance to see him in all his glory and was shocked at what she had taken. Even diminished as he was, his shaft still put all but the largest men in her village to shame, his shrinking knot nearly the size of small apple. She knew she should be in pain, or even bleeding from such a member and from such a vigorous breeding, especially for her first, and yet aside from some soreness she only felt an incredible satisfaction and accomplishment.
She sighed happily and laid back, basking in the warm air of her shelter and the afterglow of her first breeding. She was now certain that the great Coyote spirit himself had a hand to play with her current situation. The trickster totem wasn’t one worshipped in her village, but he was a known friend of her own Raven totem. She knew she’d have to offer proper thanks to the spirits after her Rite. Her happy thoughts and satisfied smile were interrupted with a surprised squeak as the beautiful animal finished cleaning himself and turned to clean her as well, his broad tongue expertly seeking every drop of their coupling from her thighs and belly before returning to her still-leaking source.
She moaned again as he worked, starting to wonder if he might be up for another round…
The howling storm outside kept the pair trapped within the safety and warmth of her shelter, though they hardly noticed the passage of time. They would eat, sleep, explore each other’s bodies, and mate as their moods took them. Had the storm’s end not coincided with her dwindling food supplies, the pair may well have continued to enjoy their each other, but hunger eventually convinced them to leave the comfort of their love nest and rejoin the world outside.
Once freed from their very comfortable prison she had expected her beautiful mate to return to his life in the wild. Instead, she found herself almost giddy when the large animal instead helped her clean up their camp. He helped her gather fallen wood for her fire. He disappeared while she was down at the river to attempt to catch a fish or two, but was waiting for her back at the entrance to her… to their shelter with two fat winter rabbits. She knew then and their that she was his chosen mate, just as much as he was hers.
With fresh fish and stewed rabbit, they even had the perfect celebratory dinner, she felt. Just what they would need to refuel for their celebratory night…
It took the pair almost two weeks to make the journey back to her village. She could have certainly covered the distance more quickly, especially with her mate’s assistance, but she found herself dragging her feet near the end to enjoy the last few days she’d have alone with her coyote. When the pair finally returned to the village and presented themselves to the Shaman, it was no surprise to her that she was not the first to complete the Rite. Her mate on the other hand was met with surprise and awe. To be chosen by such a powerful companion during her Rite was surely a sign from the spirits.
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