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Kemo had neither idea nor care for what the wolfess was thinking or how she felt, but her steady panting gave it away that she was, at least, enjoying what was happening to her. He didn't know it yet, but oddly enough, this wouldn't be the first time that an intended rape would turn into consentual mating between his victim and himself. It didn't really matter either way to him as he was getting what he wanted out of it.
As a matter of fact, it wasn't only him that was getting what he wanted. THe inner wolf inside him, the one who was determined to pass on his genes to this willing bitch, he was also going to get what he wanted, and quite possibly very soon as a pressure seemed beginning to build up in him. It was an automatic response then as he whispered into the wolfess's ear. "I can see you're enjoying this but brace yourself wolfess. There is more to come, I can assure you, very soon now." He smiled evilly and as if to further cement his point, his knot slowly began to swell, banging against her moist opening and announcing to her that soon it would be entering, and soon it would be holding her in place while he impregnated her, though he didn't know this, it was only instinct. His father never had the time to tell him about the birds and the bees, being only a year old when he was separated from them.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
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