“Well, well... Look what trickster has been outsmarted at long last.”
The coyote turned her head from left to right, handcuffed to the post at the bottom of the four-poster bed. She’d been relaxing in her flat, a city home that her high-paying job afforded her the luxury of, when her world had gone dark, a rag clamped over her muzzle as her vision dipped and swayed. She should have been ready, but she’d never even heard the door being opened, her captor’s paws tight around her muzzle as her last sensation was that of a belt being snapped tight around her muzzle.
It was never a good look for a private detective to get kidnapped. Even if she was more of a spy those days.
When she came to, handcuffed to the foot of a luxuriously made-up bed in a room with the curtains drawn over the outside world, she hadn’t been surprised to find herself bare but for her fur. It wasn’t an unusual look, but she was usually the one to remove her own clothes completely of her own accord. The belt was still around her muzzle too, stopping her from growling too loudly as she sought the attention of anyone in the nearby vicinity.
But no one was coming to save her.
Her captor, a well-proportioned timber wolf with her hair pulled back in a brown-haired ponytail, smirked, shifting her weight onto her opposite foot. Perhaps Cassie should have been more worried that the captain of the police was as naked as she was, breasts pulling down slightly under their own, delicious weight, but she was more concerned with her own predicament to worry too much about how wonderfully the wolf’s grey fur blended into a soft brown at her knees.
She was a beauty, it had to be said, yet a deadly one. The only clothing she wore, if it could be counted as clothing, was a strap-on harness complete with a large, canine-shaped dildo, which jutted out obviously from her crotch. There was no contending what she planned to do with that and her sweet, coyote victim.
“It wasn’t much of a chase, I have to admit,” Kira mused, back and forth in front of her victim, hardly allowing her space to breathe. “You made it easy for me. Leaving your door unlocked? It’s as if you wanted me to swoop in and snatch you up.”
Grabbing the coyote’s muzzle, she forced her muzzle around, demanding she look at her.
“You’re not a predator really, are you?” she murmured, tilting the coyote’s gagged muzzle up to hers. “And you’re never going to dominate me. You’re just a weak, helpless little prey pup who needs to be shown her place.”
Cassie glared, eyes hard and unyielding. Her jaws strained at the leather belted around her muzzle and she rumbled a growl. Kira raised an eyebrow and shook her head slowly, disappointment emanating from the flick of her paw.
“Bad girl. That was the wrong answer.”
Slapping the coyote’s muzzle hard enough to snap her head to the right, Kira shoved her around, dropping to her knees behind her. There was no preventing what was to happen as the wolf snatched up a bottle of lube from beneath the bed, tail wagging as she claimed what was rightfully hers.
Pouring a generous helping of lubricant into her paw, she rubbed it between her fingers and slid them back and forth along the coyote’s exposed, pink sex, one fingertip playfully circling her clit. The coyote flinched and whimpered, head slipping back as Kira played her fingers across her throat, easily demonstrating her control and power with oh so very little effort. Shuddering beneath her, Cassie couldn’t help but arch her back and push her buttocks towards the wolf, desperate for attention as her body craved the touch only another could provide.
“My, my... Do you even need lube?” She laughed, sliding her fingers within Cassie’s soaked cunt all the same. “You’re wet already... Big bad coyote likes to be treated like a little puppy now, does she?”
With the belt around her muzzle, she could not reply, but she didn’t have to as the tapered tip of the dildo nuzzled up to her pussy lips. A buck and push from Kira was all it took to sink half the toy into the coyote’s soaked folds, her pussy lips straining wide around the fake cock. Gulping and huffing against the gag, she twisted, police-grade handcuffs cutting into her wrists until she yanked back, releasing the pressure.
Not allowing her to rest or adjust to the thick girth, Kira groaned and held onto the coyote’s shoulder for leverage, hips rocking forward to jab another couple of inches, up to the knot, into her victim’s pussy. Cassie groaned, though the gag muted most of the sound, and Kira laughed, stroking her head as if she was petting a four-legged dog.
“I know how much you love to be caught,” she huffed, thrusting as if she really did have a cock between her legs, something on the inside grinding pleasurably over her clit. “And I’m oh so glad I caught you, my little coyote pet.”
Leaning over her, Kira held onto the bed and moaned lustfully, pumping her hips with wild abandon. Consumed by feral need, the wolf snarled and growled, saliva gleaming at the corners of her lips as she covered her female, driving into her with the need of a wolf on the full moon. And every single thrust pushed the strap-on wonderfully over her clit, the dildo seated inside her own pussy tugging and pulling in a way that made her shin shiver pleasurably.
Damn... Cassie trembled, sweat matting the fur beneath her arms. Sometimes it almost felt as good as the real thing. But there would never be anything to compare to a pair of soft, full breasts beneath her paws either. As she leaned over her, Kira’s breasts pressed to her back, nipples poking through her fur, and Cassie groaned deep in the back of her throat, ears flicking back and forth. Closing her eyes, Cassie whimpered, dipping her muzzle down as the last bit of fight went out of her. There was nothing better than having a lady’s warm body nuzzled up to her back as she was pounded. She trembled. No, nothing better at all.