Helotes heard the call and headed over quickly to the sound. The voice was a vaguely familiar but he knew that it was not a member of Inferni, and also that it was not the pure howl of a coyote. Helotes harbored no ill feelings towards wolves, but it was a dangerous game this one played, to howl at the borders of a pack that so obviously disliked them. No matter, he would see what the individual wanted. He felt confident that there would be no reason to fight, usually those with nefarious motives did not call out such as this one had.

It did not take him long to come to the borders, for he himself had been scouting. It was a brisk jog on two legs that brought him to the female coyote hybrid female that he instantly recognized. How strange that she was back again, but he had scented her along the borders before; it seemed annoying the Infernians was somewhat of a hobby of hers. As he neared however, the intoxicating musk of her peeking hit his male nostrils like a punch in the face. He nearly swooned, his body reacting as any male’s would to the scent.

He hesitated then, looking at her nervously. In the past he would have no hesitated to take her, but now with the responsibilities of his rank and position in the clan it would not be so easy of a thing. Fleta… he breathed, his voice husky with his building testosterone. What are you doing here?

It was obvious what she wanted even before she said out loud that she had come to mate. The way she stood, the way she moved with her swaying hips; everything about her was hyper-sexed. Helotes could not help himself, his eyes roved over her feminine form like she was a prey item. The scent! The scent was overwhelming! He could feel himself becoming aroused.

Even her voice had changed, its tones taking on a sultry lilt. The way she looked at him with those green eyes, hungrily, the way she pleaded with him. Why had he come to this call? Why he of all people? Maybe Ezekiel had been right, perhaps he was weak, and his poison was that of the fairer sex.

As she neared, he raised a lip revealing sharp canines, a deep and throaty growl emanating from him. It was both a warning to her, as well as an invitation; his masculinity could not deny her in this state. The way she stood, holding onto that pole, turning it into a phallic symbol, set him on edge. He glanced behind him, ears swiveled like satellite dishes back into the heart of the territory. He heard nothing, saw no one. Then glancing back at her, he licked his lips, I can give you what you want, but not here. Let us go deeper into the forest. He was anxious now, wanting her, but could not risk doing so right on the borders, it was too risky.

She stepped across the borders towards him and his anxiety and desire grew. When she touched him it was like the touch of a hot iron. He began to pant, his body heating up from the prospect of the partnering. Grabbing her by the hand he quickly lead her towards the shroud of the forest not far away. They went at a quick pace, and silently, though it seemed with each pad-fall a sharp whine escaped his throat. Just to the forest, to the forest, and then he could take her.

Soon they were there, the world darkening under the thick canopy of the fir trees. He lead her deeper still, until the light of the clearing began to fade. Birds took flight at their presence, and amongst the trees rotting pikes with forgotten, moss covered skulls could be seen. They were still inside the borders, but in this thicket few had ventured, and it had been some time since it had been scent marked. Helotes pulled Fleta along, but began to slow, and then finally fell to the ground, pulling her lithe frame on top of him.

His heart was beating at a crazy pace, and as soon as they hit the ground his manhood unsheathed itself. He began to lick her then, long pink tongue caressing the fur at the nape of her neck. He felt no emotional attachment to this female, not at all like how he had felt with Zana, and not as intense an encounter as he had experienced with Halo, but her heat was causing a madness inside him that he just could not control.

His paws roved down the small of her back, cupping her rump and he pressed her down upon him, not yet entering but on the verge of doing so. She tasted amazing, and he could not stop his licking. A long whine escaped him then, eyes dilating as he became fully erect, all the sanity that came along with abstinence nearly gone.

Her lust was strong as she seemed to be leaps and bounds ahead of him, and therefore pressed down so he entered her warm depths. A strange, dark, purr-like growl came from him in response to the sensation. It had been too long since he had down this, and her estrus made it just all the more better. He grabbed her hips then, pulling and pushing until he was fully inside her. He then began to thrust, each push and pull all the more fulfilling then the last.

He let his eyes half-lid, pupils rolling back as pure physical ecstasy washed over his mind. He had no thoughts then, at least none that were intelligent. The natural nature of their carnal rendezvous brought out the unrefined coyote in him, and it did not matter if he was in Optime or Lupus form now. He would mate her until the act was done, until he passed his seed to her; only then would the beast inside him be satiated.

He allowed this position for just a little longer, but it was not best for reaching his goal. He moved then, swiftly with no hesitation, so that he was mounted on top of her instead, in the natural position of canine courtship. He pushed her plume of a tail to the side and then moved one hand around her leg to her inner thigh, and the other clasped her shoulder. The claws of his feet dug into the ground as his thrusts increased in speed and power. He could already feel himself building, the scent of her now wafting up directly into his face. His tongue lolled out, and he let out another raspy whine.

Then, just as he felt he might cry out from the pain and pleasure of it all, his inner springs finally loosed and all quickly poured out into her. He groaned, holding onto her tightly, not allowing her to leave him until he was empty. But then, the inevitable swelling made her escape impossible. The base of his sheath locked her to him, the chains of flesh binding them together. He was still in the swell of ecstasy, but he moved to run his claws through her crimson mane. He wanted to stay mindless for just a moment longer.

Then, sadly, his sense began returning to her. He realized she had been loud, and he himself had not been as quiet as he had wanted. Large coyote ears flick in every direction, listening, searching, but there was nothing but the faint rustling of the branches above them. He relaxed then, turning his attention back to her. Something caught his eye, the glint of a color he had not expected tainting the fur of where they connected. It was blood, and though there was only a little of it, it was noticeable. He had seen it before, when he had paired with Valkyrie, it was a sign that this had been Fleta’s first time.

He was not ashamed that this meeting had been nothing more that sexual in nature, that they held no commitment to each other; it was best that way, them being of separate packs. In a way, it was strange that there had been no males in her own clan willing to take her. Such foolishness, she was perfect, there was no reason not to want her. Helotes leaned down to lick the small of her back, as his hands continued to caress her hair. He knew that sometimes virgins could be alarmed by the swelling of the male appendage, and he knew how painful it was when a female tried to twist away. Luckily, she remained relatively still, perhaps his soft touches calmed her nerves.

Then, softly, he decided to speak, I hope I satisfied you. For it had been her that truly needed them. It did not even dawn on Helotes the possibility that pups could come from this meeting, but that was none of his concern; she had come to him and any consequences would be hers and hers alone. Still, he was no longer anxious, and the pleasure had brought him a serenity that was as good as any that a drug could supply.

Then, with a soft, affectionate growl emanated from him, he tried to pull away, but he was still inexorably locked to her, so he relented. If you ever have need of me in such a way again, do not hesitate to find me. As long as Helotes was not bound in mate-ship, he was an available male for such meetings.

She seemed so different from the first time they had met, but maybe it was because he was different. At that time he had seen her as nothing more than a foolish female, bent on getting herself into trouble. But now, he had matured, and did not judge others as harshly as he once had. Perhaps the camaraderie of Inferni had cooled him in the right places and fired him up in others. Here he had become a formidable warrior, a powerhouse; but also a gentle and affectionate lover it seemed. It was too bad Fleta was not a member of Inferni, she would have been a good choice of a mate otherwise, despite the wolf in her. But there was wolf in him, and of this he was not ashamed.

Finally, he could feel himself loosen, and he pulled out of her gently. It was a strange feeling, one that felt uncomfortable at first, but this sensation was quickly overcome. He stood, holding out a paw to lift her up. Once she was next to him he embraced her. It would do no good to show the young girl at least some affection, especially in her first sexual encounter. But he did not let the closeness between them linger for too long, and pulled away.

Come, Fleta, I will show you safely out of Inferni. As much as he might want her to stay, he knew she wasn't safe here, and in turn he put himself at risk. He nudged her softly on the shoulder, and took her arm. He had not been expecting such a lovely encounter on this day, but he was all the gladder for it.