Krystal's vision was blurry, with lights trying to force their way into her eyes. Her ears twitched at all the sounds trying to fight their way for attention. Her body was shaking, but she didn't feel cold, and it was much too violent. What was going on?

"Krystal. Babe. Krystal, sweetie, you NEED to get up. NOW. Babe, wake the FUCK UP!" came a voice through that haze. A familiar voice. One associated with warmth, happiness.. love. Fox's voice. Her boyfriend. Once her brain had grasped his voice, everything suddenly cleared. The bedroom light was on, but there was no sun. Fox's voice was desperately pulling her from her slumber. But over it all came the deep, constant beeping. A sound that Krystal knew was bad. 

"BABE. You need to FOCUS. Now! You're needed, URGENTLY. Code Black. Get on your goddamn paws now, Krystal!" came his urgent calling, again. Krystal's body shot upward, and she took in a deep breath as her muscles and nerves were flooded with adrenaline. She blinked, looking over at Fox. Into his beautiful green eyes. His soft, warm face. She could see the worry, the anxiety, and the love in his gaze. His eyes lit up at her movements, and he started hurrying her out of bed.

"C'mon, C'mon babe, you gotta go. There's no time to waste, just get your suit ON. Don't brush your teeth, don't grab any food, and don't bother putting on any other clothes, your suit will do just fine. Just get it on and GO. NOW!" he ordered, and she nodded hard, quickly bouncing off their bed and yanking open the wardrobe. She grabbed one of her assault suits, and tugged it on as fast as she could. The damn thing was already tight, but the built-in air compressor made it cling to her shape even further. And since she hadn't put on a bra, or even panties, it hugged *every* part much too tightly. The.. problem.. was only magnified by the fact that Krystal's curves were much larger than the average female pilot. Her own suit was a unique variant, used only for her, in order to accommodate her  more.. lavish assets.  She didn't waste time thinking about it, though. The suits were good. Very good. They could stop almost all current infantry laser weaponry in circulation. The suit managed her temperature, fluids, and vital signs, even administered pain relief if it was needed. The advantages outweighed the drawback at every turn. Even if some, like Fox, kept telling her it really wasn't a drawback that she looked.. "Sexy as fuck!"

There he was now, paws on her hips, pushing her through his house. Of course, his paw snuck a little too low to her ass, giving it a nice squeeze. She giggled at that. Silly little Fox.. but always so fun! She turned and gave the quickest of kisses to his cheeks as they  excited his house.. or, mansion. That'd be more fitting. Her Arwing was safely parked next to his, and she clambered in as quickly as she could, likely giving him a wonderful view in the meantime. She slapped her paw down on the ignition button, and the engines flared to life as the consoles in front of her ignited with all manner of colours. She looked up, and gave Fox a wave as he stood in the doorframe of his mansion. He waved back, gave a smile, and that was the last she saw of him as her Arwing rocketed into the skies.

Her destination was the Cornerian Crisis Management Center. Only code blacks could be authorised there, for use in extreme conditions. During the flight, she tapped into a holo-message left for her on a secure line. What she saw chilled her blood. On the hologram projected into the Arwings cockpit, was the tied up and muffled body of General Pepper. He was struggling fiercely against his bonds, but to no avail. He keeps looking at something out of view of whatever recorded this hologram. Suddenly, a sharp whirring noise is heard, and Pepper's eyes go wide. His muffled cries can be hard, before a paw steps in view, followed by another.. and then a massive, blood-soaked sawblade. The source of the whirring. The saw shuts off, as the figure bends down, facing Pepper. It turns. 

"Wolf O' Donnell.." Krystal spat at the hologram, a mixture of rage coursing through her... and something else. Something that she's tried to hide inside of herself. Of course he'd be behind this. And now he'll ransom Pepper, likely for an insane amount of money, and for diplomatic immunity too.. like he always done. O' Donnell grins, almost like he's staring right at her, like he knows she's watching this.

"Send me your best negotiator. Send me.. Krystal." he says, before the saw reignites. Then the hologram goes dark. Krystal stares at the empty space for a moment, before a message follows. One from central command, directed at her. 

DO NOT ALLOW GENERAL PEPPER TO BE ELIMINATED. HE IS VITAL FOR OUR WAR EFFORT. LIAISE WITH O' DONNELL IN ANY WAY YOU NEED, TO ENSURE HIS SAFE RETURN. WE'RE COUNTING ON YOU, KRYSTAL.

Well, that was certainly dramatic. Krystal did her best to steady her breathing as the Arwing quickly slowed down, and made a landing in front of the Crisis Management complex.  She could already see a group standing to attention, watching her descent. As soon as the Arwing landed with a hiss from the engines, she popped open the cockpit and clambered out, doing her best to seem a little more graceful, while retaining the urgency of the situation. 

More junior members of the crowd clearly ogled her wobbling breasts  and curvy body, drawn to the outline of her nipples and camel-toe thanks to the ultra-tight fabric that hugged her body. Krystal did her best to pay them no mind. They'd likely seen it all before, with however many creepshots of her that had been shared around over the years. You could say she was used to the looks. The more senior members did their best not to display their own actions. But Krystal saw the very fast flash of their eyes as they explored her body. It was only natural, according to one of many sexual harassment officers. Yeah, right. Like Krystal ever believed that. 

"Krystal. This way, please. Time is critical, here. We have no idea what General Pepper's condition is after the one and only communication we've received. We pray that he has been unharmed. Your quick response at such an unsociable hour is, of course, noted and appreciated." 

Krystal turned to a feline who, quite obviously even from a glance, commanded the procession that was here to greet her. Authority oozed off his tall, muscular frame. The war decorations that coated his chest and shoulders gave her further insight into his history. But, most of all, Krystal noted how his gaze didn't break from her eyes. Not even once. Clearly, this feline was capable of a lot more self-restraint than the others crowding around her. She respected that a great deal. She nodded at him, and he turned around and proceeded with a fast march towards the main building. Krystal quickly followed, with the rest of the group in tow behind her. Of course.. they'd be behind her. No doubt their eyes were burning holes into the rear of her suit. And having the crotch of their pants be tight as their erections throbbed. She rolled her eyes a little, not that any of them could see. But it made her feel better.

Once the crowd had made their way into the building, Krystal was quickly hit with an atmosphere of chaos. Officers, workers, and even some "official" looking people were rushing around fast, their gazes full of either panic, worry, or a mix of the two. Krystal heard fast, concerned chatter from room after room that she passed, mixing with the command of senior officers addressing whatever occupants stood before them. This was a major deal, and it seems everyone had something to do. A periodic alarm blared out across the hallways, likely in response to the code black initiation. 

Krystal kept her cool. Or, at least, outwardly. Inside, she too felt the worry. The fright. The chaotic mix of emotions that everyone shared. This was serious. And her actions, most of all, could be the key. Thankfully, she didn't have too much longer to dwell on her emotions, as the crowd turned into the teleportation hallway, which contained a vast amount of teleporters, all serving a different function. Planetary ones, dedicated to transporting personnel between all bases on the planet. Spacial ones, dedicated to sending personnel off-world, usually to colonies or military hubs. And finally, transport ones. These were the teleporters that Krystal was being led to. They served the purpose of linking with any ships within the teleportation range, allowing quick and easy access aboard all manner of military or civilian ships.

Krystal took this to mean that she'd be teleported straight aboard The Great Wolf, which was the primary ship Wolf O' Donnel used in his.. escapades. The officer that she'd been following, turned to her, and motioned with a paw. Krystal balled up her paws into a fist for a moment, to try and release a little tension, before she stepped forward and turned around to face the room. The teleporter felt cold beneath her paws, but the atmosphere around her upper body tingled with a strange electrical feeling. She'd used these before, of course, so the feeling wasn't uncomfortable. But for first-time 'porters, it could get a little unnerving. 

A crowd had formed around her, all of them staring right at her as she waited for the teleporter to be calibrated and warmed up, whatever technical things it needed. Krystal herself didn't know much about the inner workings, that's what well-paid engineers and technicians figure out. Most of them were in the crowd watching her, along with security personnel and the attachment of officers that had followed her on her way in. To Krystal's surprise, she caught quite a few of the surrounding onlookers with their paws in their pants, quite obviously rubbing their erections as they hungrily devoured her. How long had they been doing that for? Had the group following her in been doing that the whole way? Even in serious situations like this, it seemed males really couldn't fight off the urge around her..

Krystal didn't know how she felt about that. After all, surely it was flattering in some way that she was apparently so.. arousing, that men such as these, well-trained, well-disciplined, couldn't keep their paws to themselves in such a scenario. But it certainly wasn't a good feeling when they reached out and grabbed onto her ass, or her tits, while she tried to work. She'd snap at them and tell them about her boyfriend, about Fox..

But was that really what she thought, deep inside? Sure, Fox was nice.. he bought her things, cared about her, loved her. But when she had her body violated like that, when she slapped the offending paws away from her.. she didn't think about him. She didn't really belong to him. There was another, one from a long time ago, one that she tried her best not to think about... but, in those moments, all she had was reminders.

She looked to the right and saw a white-coated technician tapping away at a holo-board, before he raised his paws and gave the universal "Thumbs Up" sign to the officer in charge. He looked at Krystal and, without even asking if she was ready, slapped his paw onto a bright-green button. He didn't need to ask her for her permission, to ascertain if she was ready. It was expected of her. Krystal knew this. She took in a gulp of air just as the floor beneath her felt like it gave way, and her body felt like it was being pushed through a small tube, with a kind of liquid sticking to her fur. Her eyes were filled with a bright-blue flash, but within a moment, it was replaced by the interior of a ship. Black and purple colours adorned the walls, and she took a hesitant step forward.

Teleporting was always.. weird. There was no tube, no liquid on her fur. But the sensations it brought out felt so real. Just as real as the paw that clamped onto her shoulder, the breath that tickled her neck fur, and the voice that softly growled into her ears, making her tail quiver for just a moment.

"Welcome back, Krystal. Looks just the same as always, hasn't it? You've changed, though.. I see having my daughter has increased your bust.. although it always was much larger than any other girls, wasn't it~? Our time apart.. well, perhaps it's made you even more desirable.  I know I've been waiting a long, long time to feel your fur beneath my paws again.. and I'm sure your body remembers just how I made it feel~"

God. His voice. His lewd, lustful tone. The way his paws squeezed at her, softly stroking her neck and shoulders. She could feel the warmth coming off him, spreading across her. Her legs quivered softly, and she mentally chastised herself for the tiny little droplet of arousal that snuck from her pussy. A flash of annoyance flew through her head, just for a moment..

"We made a deal. No talking about our.. daughter. I don't want to be reminded of her. I don't want to remember her. She's not mine, and I'm not her mother. She's being happily raised by that family on Orion.. and Fox will never, ever know. Remember?"

An amused growl filled her ears, and she closed her eyes as she felt his claws dig into her waist, pulling her tightly into his body.. and shoving her ass right into his groin. She could feel.. it. And she wished she couldn't. 

"Mhm... I remember. I'll.. honour our deal. But no promises that I won't talk about any.. future offspring~"

God his.. ugh. His voice. His touch, as his paws crawled around her waistline. The.. threat? Promise? It made her.. think things. Too many things. Things she didn't want to think about, not now, not when she's been doing her very best to forget, to wean herself off of.. him. She has a new life, a new boyfriend.. and a job to do. To get Pepper out of here, to return him safely to Corneria... whatever the cost. Whatever.. the.. cost...

Those words bounced around inside her head as she took in a sharp breath, feeling Wolf pull her waist backwards into his groin. His pants were made of exceptionally stretchy, yet durable, fabric. Custom made, too. She knew all of that. She knew the details, and she knew why. She could feel, why. Feel it pressed into her ass. Throbbing. Pulsating. Twitching. His massive, oversized, knotted wolf cock was grinding into her fat, plump, warm ass. His hips gently humped into her, and her ass rippled with every little impact, no doubt giving him quite the fun show. She stood there for a few seconds, unable to figure out what to do, what she should say, if anything at all. She  couldn't deny his.. effect... on her. Or her body. Her thighs were clamping together as her pussy let out a steadily increasing flow of her arousal, sticking to her fur and no doubt causing a wet spot to form on her suit. No matter how hard she tried to remain professional, to remain... in control.. 

All those years of their time together. All the experiences. The memories. The sex. So, so much sex. Beautiful, carnal, lustful sex, day in, day out, all of it was cramming itself back into her mind after she'd taken so much effort to do her best to forget.. of course, she never truly had. It was there. It came to her at night.. or when Fox wasn't home, which was often. Her cravings for him. Her need... for him. For Wolf. She'd done her best to manage it, but over time, her resolve had been dwindling. She'd looked up more and more porn of wolves online.. feasting her eyes with swollen knots and pre-cum dribbling cocks. But they weren't his. Not O' Donnells. They weren't the one she remembered, could taste in her maw, could smell if she closed her eyes. Like it was imprinted on her very body. 

She took a gulp and turned around, a blush spreading across her face. Her ears twitched and her eyes widened slightly as she looked into his beautiful, glowing, red-coloured gaze. God that look, his eyes, his gaze.. full of so many promises and so very much lust. For her. Only for her. Sure he's no doubt been exploring the galaxies finest cunts during their time apart, but she knows that he only really, truly, wants one. Wants her. She could see the desire on him.. specifically, on that enormous erection that was stretching the tight fabric of his pants. God it was.. even in her memories, she knew it was big. In reality.. the size really did blow her away, every single time. And this was while it was trapped in his pants. The custom-made pants, built specifically to contain his manhood. One that ruined any other pants he tried to wear, due to it's.. power.. and size. She could see every twitch, every throb, a hypnotic movement that she couldn't tear her gaze away from. It looked so.. delightful... and memories of ramming her muzzle into that incredible ereection filled her minds view. Thank god he tore her away from those recollections, otherwise who knows what she might have done..

"You know, the desire is obvious. You can have it. Right now. Here. For as long as you want, Krystal. I know how much you want me. How much you've missed me. We both know your reason for leaving was silly.. and we both know how much you regret it. I know you achieved your goal, after all.. getting into the Cornerian army, making something of yourself, getting a decent pay rate.. you did it. Well done. I'm proud of you. But was it really, really worth it? To steal from yourself a few years of being my exclusive pleasure toy? My little breeding bitch? I know Fox hasn't touched you like that.. he's too much of a little wimp for that. Always was. And I know exactly how much you've been missing me. I'm glad you've been enjoying all the pictures I upload on social media.. and I'm sure you've noticed how I've been showing off more and more of the goods. Just for you. And, did you really think I wouldn't see your VIP subscription? I'm glad you loved those countless nudes and videos I made.. they were all just for you, y'know? Just. For. You~!"

Krystal felt like melting. Entirely.  Her whole body was flushing with heat and embarassment and she just.. didn't know what to say. Her lips were locked. Her entire body was rigid.. except, of course, her pussy.. which only continued to leak out more and more of her arousal, increasing further until she felt like she was a leaking water-tap.. and she could feel every drop starting to roll down her thighs as the crotch of her suit became much too sodden to contain any further wetness. She took a while to say something. The entire time, Wolf waited. Looking into her eyes. Cock throbbing and bouncing in his pants, twitching and pulsating with his desire for her.

"W-where.. i-is P-pepper.. W-wolf..?"

Ah. Avoid the situation entirely. If he allows it, of course. And he did. With a smirk. His fangs gleaming in the artificial lights. Oh how he smiled at her.. how his eyes danced with amusement. Of course. He knows exactly how much he was getting to her. He knows all of her little tells. And his nose had picked up the scent of arousal from her the second her pussy had created a drip of her lust. He wasn't stupid. Far, far from it. His paw clasped her waist and gently led her through the ship, not saying a word. He was enjoying this. Very, very much. His smile didn't drop as he led her into a large storage room, crates and boxes and cargo piled up everywhere. In this room was General Pepper, tied and bound up, securely bolted to the wall. He looked exceptionally pissed off. And, no wonder, too. He growled and look around as he heard them approach, but his eyes appeared to gently lighten as he caught sight of Krystal. He tried to make some sort of noise, but a gag in his maw meant that Krystal didn't understand a word.

"Here he is. Undamaged. No need to worry about that. Ain't that right you barking bitch? Not a scratch on you!" Wolf jeered at Pepper, who glared angrily back, however he nodded gently at Krystal. Untouched. Undamaged. "You wanna ask him anything, go ahead. Simple yes-or-no questions, though. That gag is staying in because of his endless whining and moaning. Really made me want to hit him. I was very, very close after all." Wolf continued, idly stroking Krystals back with a paw. No doubt his throbbing erection was exceptionally obvious to General Pepper, but perhaps he took it as some sort of power fantasy, rather than.. well... taking advantage of her. Krystal tried her best to think of anything important to ask, coming up blank, except one thing. 

"S-sir.. command told me to.. negotiate for anything in order to get you back. Anything at all. Do you.. s-stand by this order?" she asked, her voice quavering slightly as Wolf gripped her plump ass, fondling and squeezing to his leisure. Pepper nodded back hard, obviously he felt strongly about that issue. Krystal nodded back, and was about to open her maw again before Wolf cut in: "Now that you mention it.. when ARE you going to start negotiating, Krystal? I hear you're exceptionally good at it, too. Where would you start, then? What are you going to ask first~?" he said, gently moving closer to her as his paws continued to play with that incredible ass of hers. 

Krystal shivered in his grip and looked up at his eyes, for a moment growing lost in that warm gaze of his, one she's so intimately familiar with. Oh those beautiful, gorgeous eyes, ones with so much promise and love and lust just aching for her. She gulps and tries to regain her focus, breaking away to look at Pepper, bound up and with a pleading look in his own eyes. She needs to get him out of here. She has to accomplish the mission.

"Well, I guess.. the first question is usually something about.. demands, followed by the condition of the hostage. Although it seems we did it the other way around this time.. although, negotiations usually take place in a private room, or depending on the situation, a proper conference room. Certainly not in front of the hostage themselves, as that could be quite mentally taxing." Krystals voice grew a little more stronger as she talked, gently falling into the groove that she's been trained for. She was, after all, the galaxies finest in hostage negotiation. That sort of claim doesn't come easy.

"Ah. Well then, I'm sure we can move somewhere better. Come along Krystal, lets give Pepper his own private time~" Wolf teased, grasping Krystals paw and leading her off into the ship again. Krystal turned around just in time to see Pepper's gaze follow the pair, before he was out of sight. Wolf's ship hadn't changed much, and within a few moments, she knew where he was taking her. After all, there wasn't a need for a conference room here. She gulped as he took her through a doorway.. before a delicious, overwhelming scent hit her nostrils and scrambled her brain.

His musk. Years of his unfiltered cock-smell. Filling every corner of the room she now found herself in. Embedded in the walls, in the floor, in the bedsheets. His room. The place she knows like the back of her paw, owing to the sheer amount of time spent in here. Wolf already sat himself on the bed, facing her, legs apart. He did that for a reason, of course.. with his legs spread, the tent in his pants was just.. unable to be ignored. Every little movement, every throb, every twitch. It was a power play. He was showing off to her. 

"Well then. Let's get started, shall we Krystal~? First, I want to make sure you're not carrying any weapons or equipment on you. After all, shouldn't you build trust between a negotiator and a perpetrator? I know you're not hiding anything below the belt, at least.. my examination was quite thorough!" he jeered at her, holding up his paws and making squeezing motions. Ugh. Such a pig..

"I'm.. Wolf, I'm not carrying a weapon. I'm not even licensed to carry one. And what do you mean equipment? Like a wire? Radio jammer? GPS or something? I can't hide any of that on me, you know how goddamn... tight... this suit is. There's nowhere to hide it at all.." Krystal explained, a little exasperated.

"There's one spot. Right there." he fired back, pointing at her chest. Right at the center of her oversized tits. Krystal sighed, opening her mouth to object at his silly suggestion, before she yelped in surprise. Wolf had suddenly shot forward, his paws gripping her ample bust, digging his claws into her tight suit, and yanked it apart with a loud tearing sound. He smiled and licked his lips as Krystals suit tore with ease around her chest, releasing those gorgeous fluffy tits to the world. Or, more specifically to him. For him. 

"W-WOLF! W-what the HELL?! W-why did you d-DO t-tha-" she started exclaiming, before he cut her off.

"To check, Krystal. For trust. I've now confirmed you're not hiding anything there. Good girl! Now, trust goes both ways, so I'm happy to show I'm not hiding anything from you, either." he said, smirking at her. Within a flash, he'd thrown off his jacket and lifted off his top, exposing his own chest to her. One that she'd spent so much time sleeping comfortably on, in the past.. 

"W-wait Wolf that's, that's not r-really needed-" Krystal began, before Wolf put up a paw to shush her. "Of course it is, don't be silly Krystal. Trust. It goes both ways. Surely you'd like to know I'm not packing any hidden weapons? Maybe I might threaten you, to make our.. negotiation.. go better? Surely you don't just trust every party during your career.." he told her, as his paws hooked around his waistband and slowly slid them down his legs. Krystal wanted to turn away, to tell him to stop, even to close her eyes.

But she didn't. She simply watched. And she enjoyed it. She enjoyed watching his cock be set free  from it's cruel clothing prison. She enjoyed watching it throb in the open air, bouncing and twitching. She enjoying watching the tip of his gorgeous meat dribble warm and tasty precum down his shaft, lubing it up and making it glisten in the artifical lights of his room. She enjoyed taking deep breaths through her nose, as a fresh and powerful cloud of musk hit her..

"Well? You wanna negotiate Krystal? Or are you ditching that in favour of throwing yourself back on my cock.. forever, this time~?" came Wolfs teasing voice, leaning back and spreading his legs a little further, letting the might of his cock really sink back into her brain. God it was.. big. So goddamn big. So powerful. Every throb looked like it would make her cum in an instant. And such hefty, fat balls. No doubt  exceptionally heavy. They were making the bed sag a little under them.. god they looked so full..

"I.. uhm.. so.. n-next step is.. d-demands.. w-what do you want in exchange for P-pepper..?" she asked, voice quivering as her eyes couldn't leave the prize. Wolf smiled, not that she saw. "Oh.. well, I suppose some money makes sense. Maybe a million. I think he's worth that, at least. I could always be demanding more, of course. Way, way more. But I think a million is good. Because I want to swap him. Swap him for you, Krystal. I give Pepper back, you get to stay, and I get paid. That sounds great, doesn't it? After all, aren't you supposed to do.. anything~"

Her eyes might not be focusing on him, but her ears were. And her body stiffened up, her heart started racing, and her ears filled with a sort of whining as her whole body filled with heat. He.. he wanted to.. swap.. swap Pepper, for her? For.. her? Is this what this was all about? Was this his plan all along? Was this just some sort of exceptionally convoluted way of making sure he got her back? And it's not like she could refuse, she knows command would never allow her to. What choice does she really, actually have? Certainly not one that she herself could make. And..

And..

Well. She wants this. She knew the moment that she saw Wolf's body in that holo-message. She knew perhaps on the day she left.. that she'd come back. She'd wanted him. Always, always wanted him. Every night as she lay next to fox, she'd think about Wolf. Whenever Fox talked to her, she kept remembering Wolf. Whenever Fox tried to initiate some sort of special time with her.. she never accepted. Fox.. he wasn't Wolf. He wasn't who she loved. Who she really, deeply, truly loved.. was right here. In this room. With her.

And she's not going to make the same mistake twice. She's not going to leave him this time. 

Her voice rings out a lot more powerfully this time. Like the block she tried putting on her mind was finally cast aside, thrown into a void, never to return. She's free again. And she knows what she wants.

"Yes. Come here my big bad Wolf~"

She descends to her knees and rams her muzzle into those fat, fluffy balls. The weight she imagined in her head never came close to how heavy they really were. God there was so much, and it was all hers. All hers. Her maw opened and she wrapped her tongue around that powerful, throbbing shaft. The heat coming off his breeding rod was incredible, and so very tasty. She couldn't stand a few seconds of teasing before she clasped both paws around his shaft, aiming his dribbling tip at her maw, and shoved it deep into her throat. Wolf groaned in delight at this, as Krystal did her best to gobble up as many inches as she could. She got pretty close, her nose just barely touching his knot. She could probably take it all, soon enough. She's been out of practice. And she's sure he's grown.

However, her affinity to this gorgeous oversized cock was clear as day, as her tongue instantly got to work on his tip, while her throat applied suction to the rest of his shaft. She didn't even gag, despite having most of that oversized wolf cock shoved deep into her throat. She'd long since lost her gag reflex, having spent an uncountable amount of time doing just this - servicing him. Her master. Her true owner. Krystal's paws gently gripped and massaged Wolf's cum-factories, kneading and rubbing those fluffy, fat balls. Wolf stretched backwards and let out a loud, long huff of utter contentment as his cock was serviced with the precision and skill of a real lover.

Oh how he missed this.. sure, he's had a great number of partners on the end of his dick. But never had he encountered one like her. The sheer pleasure he felt from connecting with this blue vixen was utterly intoxicating. His eyes half closed as he gently thrust his hips upwards, and he could hear her soft moan of appreciation as an extra inch slid deeper into her throat. Her tongue was wrapped right around his tip, grinding hard against every single sensitive spot that she remembered. And she remembered them all. 

"Fuck yeah you magnificent bitch.. you are never, ever leaving me again. Deal?" he growled at her, paws clasping over her head and yanking her roughly down, his knot stretching her cheeks apart and almost managing its way inside. It just barely couldn't make it, and perhaps with an hour or two of extra practice, she would be rewarded with the feeling of that fat, overgrown knot throbbing away inside her mouth. Krystal did her best to respond to him. She moaned and groaned around that tasty treat happily nestled in her throat, although no real tangible words made it to Wolf's ears. The intent, however, was clear enough. And the vibrations of her speech made his cock throb just a little bit harder. Suddenly, Wolf had quite the.. fun... idea pop into his head. With a smirk, he sat up and looked her in the eyes.

"Use your tits, bitch. I wanna those extravagant pillows of yours. I remember how fucking soft they are.." he ordered her, slowly pulling her head upwards and away from his cock. Her mouth hung onto it's treat, as she did her best to keep it inside her throat for as long as possible, but slowly more and more of his shaft became visible. Eventually just the tip remained, firmly held in her mouth as she kept eye contact with him. She did not want to let it go.. but she would never, ever refuse an order from him again. With a fair bit of disappointment, she finally let his cock part from her lips with a loud, lewd, echoing ***mwah.*** A long strand of his pre-cum still attached her lips to his cock, but for now she hefted her chest up and wrapped those gorgeous fox-milkers around his dick.

She smirked, gripping her pillows tightly, and started to bounce her chest up and down nice and hard, growing faster and faster. He could likely feel her heartbeat through his cock, having it pressed so hard against her chest. And the pleasure was immense, coursing through every nerve in his body. He let out a loud growl of contentment, a little saliva dripping from his maw as he opened his mouth in delight. Krystal had a wild light in her eyes as she started bouncing her fat fox udders harder and faster, loud slaps filling Wolf's room. A few drops of milk even began to drip from her nipples, gently mixing with his pre-cum to give his cock a slick shine, all lubed up. Ready for her.

"God- F-FUCK! That's r-right you slut~! Mnf!" came his growls, and his paws quickly darted forward to roughly grab hold of her pillows, his hips bucking upwards. Krystal felt his cock stiffen just that little harder, and she could feel his balls tremble in her paws. Suddenly a warm, sticky load of his love erupted from his tip, splattering all over her face. This gave way to a torrential flood of Wolf's puppy batter, shooting out like a firehose all over her face and utterly glazing her tits in his sticky love. It seemed to never end, and Krystal couldn't help but lick her lips constantly, drawing in all that warm love of his and gulping it down. God the taste.. she's never, ever tasted anything so perfect. Nothing at all. Her head and chest were coated with translucent, sticky white. Wolf groaned in pleasure as his orgasm finally started to taper off, the flood finally retreating. For a few seconds, both of them were locked in a loving gaze between the two, with only their ragged, heavy breathing filling the air. That, and the constant drip-drip-drip sound.. either of his cum dripping to the floor, or the absolute waterfall that was leaking from between Krystals legs.

The love that radiated from Wolf's eyes filled Krystal with a deep, warm, fuzzy feeling in her. It was.. magnificent. And she didn't ever want that feeling to leave. Ever. She's never going to leave him again, no matter what. She'll be his, and she'll be happy. This decision is certainly not affected by the rampant lust thats shooting it's way through all of her nerves right now. Not. At. All. The duo kept looking in each others eyes, before Krystal gently moved her head down and gave the tip of his cock another warm, long smooch. Wolf reclined in pleasure and let out a little huff, before finally finding some energy again and slowly clambering to his feet. Krystal rose with him, making no effort to clean up the copious amounts of hot, tasty spunk that coated her entire chest and face. Her fur colour was practically indistinguishable from white, with the same effect being applied to her suit. The top half was entirely coated in that milky white, however the true colour eventually reappeared lower down.. although it was significantly darker, thanks to the absolute saturated state it was left in from Krystals aroused cunt.

"Alright snow-tits, we should probably get rid of our guest, and then... well, we have the rest of our lives together. I'm sure you're looking forward to that, aren't you~?" came Wolf's warm, comforting voice. His paw seeked out her own and he gently grasped it, leading her back into the ship and to General Pepper. A steady trail of sticky white mess followed Krystals steps as Wolf's oversized load slowly dripped off her body, although the majority of it was firmly stuck to her. Her mind was a haze of love, lust and devotion by now. No thoughts remained of her presentation, of the people that were counting on her, not  even really many of her mission. Wolf would take care of it  all. He'd look after her. And her life was going to be beautiful from here on. She'd be truly happy every single day. She'd be with the love of her life.

And by god, would they make each other feel so good.

Before she knew it, Krystal was stood in front of Pepper as Wolf roughly grabbed him and lifted him to his feet. The general didn't fight back, but his legs were stiff after so long chained to the floor. Most of all, though, his eyes didn't break away from the sight of Krystal. Her love-addled eyes. Her exhausted disposition. The way she swayed as she stood, her legs trembling and twitching in obvious arousal. And, of course, the absolute unmissable view of her entire top-half having been transformed into  a cum rag. Even at his age, the lewd sight, and the additional bonus of Krystals exposed chest, sent a stir through Pepper's long-dormant cock. He regained his professionalism where possible, but the sight was truly impossible to ignore. He tried thinking of anything to say, if even to break his own.. concentration. He cleared his throat and addressed Krystal, or perhaps just the room. After all, it didn't look like she was going to be as responsive.

"I see negotiations went well. Am I to be released now?" he asked, turning his head to look at Wolf, too. Wolf nodded at him and thrust him forward, keeping a tight grip on Peppers bound arms as he started to walk him back to the teleporter array that Krystal arrived on. She followed in a daze, keeping close to Wolf wherever possible. Wolf, naturally, felt his concentration on Pepper slip away as Krystal grew closer. One paw left Pepper and started digging at her suit, ripping off clumps of it around her waistline and discarding them on the floor. He stuffed his paw into her suit and his fingers made their way to her soaked entrance, and she shivered in absolute delight, moaning out his name softly as his fingers toyed with her inflamed, sensitive clit.

Pepper, for his part, did his best to ignore this and just kept walking. It was certainly difficult, however, and the trek to the teleporters seemed to take a lot longer than when he'd first been captured by Wolf. But perhaps that was just because of his aching bones and joints. He really was too old for this by now. His ears kept twitching at Krystals moans and huffs, and again he felt that twitch in his trousers..

"Oh, Pepper, by the way. A million needs to go to my usual account. For your safe return. It was promised during the negotiation phase. With the current economy, that's like a raindrop in a swimming pool, isn't it? So I think it feels fair. Get it done." came Wolf's growl in Peppers ears. He stiffened up and barked back a response. "Yes, Wolf. More than fair. Just get me out of this ship. I presume you're keeping your who-.. I mean, I presume you'll be keeping Krystal for further.. negotiation?" he grunted through gritted teeth. Wolf's deep laugh reverberated through the corridoor at that, and he simply pushed Pepper forward a little harder. "Oh yes. She stays. Clever boy."

Wolf suddenly halted in the hallway, bringing Pepper to a jarring halt. Krystal gently floated into Wolf's back, seemingly far away in her own little world. It was quite cute, actually. Seeing that look in her eyes, off in a dreamland of her own while Wolf's fingers dug around inside her suit, toying with her clit, digging his fingers into her pussy.. but Wolf suddenly snapped the fingers on his other paw in front of her muzzle. Her eyes regained some focus, and she looked into Wolf's eyes. Apparently, this wasn't good enough. Wolf shoved Pepper against the wall as he pulled Krystal tight into his grasp, opening up his jaw and pushing his sharp fangs delicately against her neck, while he gripped onto one of her oversized tits. Krystal gasped, her legs wobbling a little at the additional stimulation that added to the incredible feeling of his paw working wonders between his legs. Wolf turned the two of them gently, so that his eyes could meet Peppers.

"I think she's a little too responsive, don't you think? We'll need to remove any lingering thoughts in that cute lil' head of hers, won't we~?" he growled out, suddenly biting down harder on Krystals neck, as he pinched one of her nipples in tandem. Krystal let out a loud yowl of pleasure, mixed with slight pain. A succulent mixture of incredible ecstasy. The paw digging into her pussy withdrew slightly so that his fingers could grip her clit, and Wolf suddenly squeezed her oversensitive, orgasm-denied clit at the same time as her puffy, perky nipple.

The effect was almost instant. Krystal took a deep breath and let out a loud howl of complete bliss, her legs shaking and almost entirely giving way. Thankfully Wolf was there to steady her and hold her, as an orgasm of unimaginable strength ripped through every nerve in her body and tore apart the very structure of her brain. Her cunt gushed and squirted out warm girl juice all over the floor, as her whole body heaved and trembled in orgasmic ecstasy. The poor girl had no defense against this, and her brain was wiped clean out, leaving behind only the most base of emotions. Her orgasm never seemed to stop, and it kept throwing her into the deepest pit of bliss again and again, for minutes on end. 

Time for Krystal seemed to stretch on and on, forever and ever. The concept itself was lost to her, as were many other things in the aftershock of her orgasm. She could barely move, only huff and puff as she tried to get air into her lungs. Thankfully Wolf was there to guide her, to help her put one leg in front of the other. And he had a massive grin plastered on his face. Pepper stood as firmly as he could, privately feeling quite sorry for Krystal. After all, it seemed her fate was sealed now..

At last they made it to the teleporters, and Wolf shoved Pepper into the chamber before quickly inputting some commands at the teleporter terminal. He gripped Krystals waist and pulled her closer to him, while he continued to dig at her pussy. Krystals face was filled with the biggest, warmest smile.. and her expression was that of one who simply had no more thoughts remaining. Her brain simply couldn't manage it, at this time. Even though a little more strength had returned after her mind-shattering orgasm. Wolf hovered his finger over the send button on the terminal, before he had a thought. He turned to Krystal and asked her: "Foxfluff, you wanna say bye-bye to general Pepper? After all, you probably won't see him again.." 

Krystal gently lifted up her head to look at Pepper. She still had a far-away look in her eyes, like her mind wasn't all there. Which, in fairness, it wasn't. But she could still follow orders from the one source in her life that mattered anymore. "B-bye-bbaaii G-genewal P-peppppeerrr.." she called out, giving him a dopey smile. Pepper, attempting to keep as much composure as he could, simply nodded at her and stared at Wolf. "C'mon Pepper, you not even gonna say goodbye back? How rude.." Wolf jeered, with a smirk on his lips. Pepper sighed and tried looking back at Krystal, although she was hardly paying attention, having found a more interesting thing.. Wolf's erection, throbbing through his pants.

"Goodbye, Krystal". 

Wolf did a little mock cheer, and pressed the button on the terminal. Pepper was surrounded by a dazzling light-blue and light-green light, before he suddenly vanished. Wolf wrapped his paws around Krystals waist, and gently led her back into the ship... towards his bedroom. On the way, he stopped by the control center and ordered the auto-pilot to take them to a far off land, deep in space, where they would never, ever be disturbed...

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"Oh Wolf~! Wolllfff~!! I love you, I love you honey! Please don't ever stop~!"

Wolf growled in delight at Krystals urging, and his thrusts increased in tempo. His bed rocked and swayed under the power of his hips as he slammed his oversized bed-breaking breeding-stick into his personal fucktoy. His muzzle gripped one of Krystals milky tits and he hungrily sucked on her nipple, tasting the succulent sweetness of her milk. It was leaking everywhere, and it rapidly filled his maw in seconds, as he greedily gulped it down again and again. He felt Krystals legs wrap around his waist and lock him in as his balls tightened, ready to release another virile load into her waiting womb.

Not that it mattered, of course. Her belly was massive, full to the brim with another litter of his offspring. Ever since he'd reclaimed her, her body had served one true purpose. To pleasure him. Of course, with that came secondary purposes too. Such as being a perfect puppy factory for him. To provide him with endless descendants, spreading his bloodline throughout the universe. Her body was shaped with each successive pregnancy, only growing more and more voluptuous with each litter of his pups that she  carried. It was so much fun to grind his leaking cock against her puppy-filled belly, reminding her of who owns her, who stuffed her with another full oven.. 

He let out a growl as he shoved his knot into her tight love-tunnel, feeling it swell up as his orgasm crashed through him, cum spurting and erupting from his tip, bloating her womb yet again, one which held another few of his descendants. Krystals legs twitched and her body heaved as she orgasmed, letting out a long, low moan of pleasure. Her mind had quickly warped and vanished, only to be replaced with a cock-hungry, puppy-craving, cum-loving servant. Just the way he liked it.

He collapsed against her, holding on tight as his cock throbbed and shuddered inside her, letting more of it's virile load leak out into her depths. Her belly kicked beneath him, and he chuckled in amusement. This batch was a lively one. Then again, he wouldn't be able to remember every pregnancy she'd had. Once you hit 25, you struggle to remember. When you hit 50, you end up not bothering entirely. Wolf wasn't even sure if they'd hit the big 100 yet. He hadn't counted for a while.. but really, what did it matter? As long as they stayed together, never left each others company, they would be happy forever.

Wolf made a mental note to send Fox the recording of this love-making session. Then he quickly discarded it. He'd never forgotten, not once. With every blowjob, titjob, assjob, womb-bloating cock-milking copulation session. He made sure Fox recieved them. He knew he watched them, too. The videos have a little "has been seen" marker. He always chuckled at the thought of that. 

He looked lovingly at Krystal, giving her lips a warm kiss. God she was beautiful.. and she was his. Forever and ever. She was always going to be his.

Deep in Krystals lust and cum addled mind, a single thought kept burning, throughout all of time. Well, it was more the amalgamation of two thoughts, brought into one. It always stayed with her, forever. And she relished it every single second of every single day.

A deep, burning love and passion for Wolf.