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	I understand now, why some furs act so crazy.  Like they've taken a complete leave of absence of their senses, of rationality, anything resembling logical though or risk/reward behavior.  The ridiculous actions of the protagonist in any given cheesy rom-com make total sense in the current context of my life.  I'd thought about singing a song for her.  Even memorized the lyrics to half the songs of her favorite band just so I could impress her.  But I never actually tried singing for her.  I was too much of a coward.  To weak, to afraid of a judgement I knew would never have come had I done that instead.  I wrote her a story for Christmas.  She loved it.  Cherished it.  But when I asked her if it changed anything, anything at all, she said no.  She still didn't love me.  Or she did, just not in the way that I wanted. 
	At times, it hurt so, so much.  At others, I'd manage to block it out and feel blissfully numb to it for a few, blessed hours.  But those hours never lasted.  It's frightening to me that I could want one furson so much that It would drive me to act so irrationally.  So nonsensically.  I've long prided myself on my self-control, my restraint.  But now I have totally lost it.  The barriers I've spent years building up fissured, the façade crumbling to powder like dry-wall before the falls of a sledgehammer, torn apart and beyond repair.  I think I know why my barriers have become so stressed they caved like pillow forts before a wrathful parent; it's because I am fighting with myself over her.  She is a problem, beautiful in both complexity and execution; and my born instinct to a problem I can't solve is to run away from it.  Never have I fought the urge to run so hard as I do now, even as I write this, though I know now it is in part due to what I am planning on doing later this evening.  
	I don't fantasize about many furs.  One or two, here or there.  But there has almost always been other furs that I would think about.  Not any more; not for months now.  No fur has ever so prominently featured within my sexual fantasies as her.  I've thought things about her, wanted to do things with and to her that my more controled, rational brain would would've screamed itself insensate at me for ever entertaining for even an instant.  But unlike the very few attempts at a romance or sexual conquest I've ever had, she was the first to ever rebuff me.  It was driving me wild, to the edge of what I believed I was capable of handling, and now, beyond.  The more she refused, the more I wanted.  The more desperate I became to have her.  And I know, wierd as it is to admit to my self, this is a problem I couldn't run from, no matter how much I wanted to.  I was now to weak to.  

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	It was dark, and I was at home.  My roommates were asleep as I sat yet again in front of the computer.  Normally, I would switch back and forth between writing/editing another story and playing a game to while away the time, trying to dull the ache of my empty, directionless life.  But this night, I wasn't really paying attention to the text appearing on the screen as I wrote, and my games were going unplayed.  No, I was watching the clock, waiting to be sure that everyone was asleep.  
No sounds had emanated from the upper floor for over an hour.  Long enough to be sure that everyone was snoring peacefully away.  I knew she would be too, because she had work in the morning.  I walked on the tips of my paws, grabbing keys, jacket, and my backpack with all my roommates bondage gear, checking one last time for sounds from above.  There were none.  I turned out the lights and crept quietly to the back door and exited the building.  
	It was chilly out.  It was mid-March, warming up but still officially winter.  I smiled, baring my fangs as steam gushed from my muzzle.  She loved the cold, and the windows in her apartment would almost certainly be open.  Not that I would need to go in that way.  Oh no.  I jingled the keys I held as I unlocked my car.  On the ring with my car key were my house key, my parents home and car keys(why do I even still have those?) and the keys to her apartments outer and inner doors, and to her unit.  I'd gotten them from her so I and my roommates could cat sit for her when she was away.  
	I pulled the door shut and started the car, and it roared to life.  I put on the radio, some music to help put out the rising nerves at what I was planning to do.  I wanted to block out those pesky rational thoughts and everything my hardwired risk/reward instincts were yelling at me.  I put my car in reverse, pulled out of my parking space, and set off for the highway.  In spite of my mounting nerves, I knew what I had to do.  I had to claim her.  It was the only way.  I had to show her in a way she couldn't refute that I was the Alpha she really needed.  
	I reached the highway, and turned on, headed towards the city in which my destination lay.  The highway was mostly empty, leaving my mind to turn over the thoughts and the doubts in my head.  I had so many.  I knew what I was doing was wrong beyond measure.  My mind yelled at me, the few parts still awake and aware making themselves heard from the shadows within my mind.  
	“Nothing good could possibly come of this!” Hissed the part responsible for risk/reward assessment.  “You'll never get what you want this way!  You'll go to jail!”
	“Not get what I want?”  I thought back at that voice.  “What I want is to have her, and this is the last thing I can think of to get her!  The risk is huge, but if it works...  I have to show her why she should be with me, I have to!”  The voice went away.  The current song, Lovers' End by Birthday Massacre ended, replaced by Haunted, a song by Evenessece, to which I sang;

	Long lost words whisper slowly to me
	Still can't find what keeps me here
	When all this time I've been so hollow inside
	I know you're still there

	Watching you, wanting you
	I can feel you pull me down
	Fearing you, loving you
	I won't let you pull me down

	Hunting you, I can smell you- alive
	Your heart pounding in my head

	Watching you, wanting you
	I can feel you pull me down
	Saving you, raping you, watching you

	Watching you, wanting you
	I can feel you pull me down
	Fearing you, loving you
	I won't let you pull me down

	The song ended, and almost immediately I was assailed by the voices again.  “Turn around, drive away!  Never look back!” screamed the old, caged voice of my inner coward, the part that I used to always listen to when I got stuck.  This voice I told to shut the fuck up and go back in its cage.  And it did, like the obedient bitch it was.  That was a voice that could never be in charge.  
	I spiralled down into my thoughts, not getting more than a moments peace.  I fought the voices in me with the flawed logic and reasoning of a psychopath, a zealot.  I knew that this couldn't go wrong.  She liked being submissive, controled.  She liked being tied up.  Hell, she even had a rape fantasy!  I was just giving her what she wanted, but was too sacred to ask for, right?  
	My mind fogged over, and I became aware of how hot it had become inside the car.  I was panting, and the moisture on my breath fogging the windshield.  I could hardly see out of it.  I turned on the defroster, and set the fan to blow some cool air on me.  As I watched the window become clearer, and the road more visible, so to did my mind.  The cool air reinvigorated me, and helped to cut away at those ugly, annoying thoughts trying to sway me from the course of action I had chosen for my self.  
	The exit I needed to take came up on the left, and I went down it.  There were a lot of cars down at the intersection for this time of night.  I wondered why until I realized; it was Saturday, and everyone was out on the town for a good time.  A couple more turns and about as many minutes and I was pulling into the rough, gravelly space behind her building that served as a parking lot.  
	I turned off my car, but didn't get out right away.  The voices began to resurface, all clamoring to be heard. But I shut them out and surveyed the lot.  It was dark, which was good.  The garbage bin was overflowing; yuck.  A small, lone, feral dog roamed the lot next door.  But no other furs were about. Good.  I grabbed my backpack, got out, and looked up at the building.  Most of the windows were dark. There were one or two lit up, but none that I could see on her floor.  I walked around to the side of the building to see if the there were any lights on near where her unit was.  I was in luck.  I saw her window, open and dark, as expected.  And the nearest lit window was down a whole floor and over one.  Also good.  The moment was nearing, and despite the crisp outside air helping to keep me focused, I could still feel the nerves, hear the voices.  My heart was beginning to race, thumping loudly in my chest. The adrenaline was already being pumped into my veins.  
	I walked back to the back door of the building and pulled out those precious keys that without, would've rendered the whole plan impossible, and unlocked the door.  I let it thump closed behind me, knowing it was normal and no one would think anything of the noise.  I went a few flights of stairs and briefly stopped at a window in the stairwell.  The fresh breath of air in this weed scented hole was most welcome.  As soon as my sinuses were as clear of the sweetly rank smell as they could be while in the thick of it, I continued up.  I reached the door blocking me from continuing onto the floor of my goal.  I unlocked it.  This door I closed gently.  Even if it were likely that anyone hearing would dismiss it, I didn't want to take the chance it might wake her up.  That would be bad for me.  For us.  
	I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I approached her door.  My nerves felt like they were on fire and my muscles were tensed like coiled springs.  I resumed unaware of my panting as I fit the key into the lock as carefully, and as quietly as I could.  There was a tiny click as it came unlocked for me, but the noise sounded like a gunshot to my strained senses in the seemingly unnatural silence of the apartment building.  I withdrew the key with equal care and backed away from the door to allow myself a moment to recover.  Once I could breath again, I set my bag down on the floor.  Opening it up, I took quick stock of everything that was in there, but I was searching for two particular things.  One was a portable salt shaker of crushed Benzo-diazapene.  The second was a small bottle of Chloroform.  Neither would work on its own instantly, but together, it would work quickly enough.  I pulled an old tee-shirt out of my bag as well.  Hoping the smell of weed would cover up the scent well enough, I poured a third of the contents of the chloroform bottle on it, and uncapped the shaker of crushed Diazapene.  The Chloroform had an odor strong enough for me to smell even over the weed. Ah well. At least it was also sweet-smelling, and would disperse quickly. I zipped up my bag and shouldered it, then went to the door.
	I opened it quietly, carefully, just a crack.  There was a cat already sitting there waiting for me.  I proffered the rag, and the cat obligingly took a sniff.  For a full-grown furson, it wouldn't've been enough.  But for a barely grown feral cat?  She passed out.  I gently pushed her away from the door and stepped inside.  It was just as I remembered from the last time I was in here.  That was before I decided to do this.  If someone had told me the next time I would be in her apartment then and it would be to do this, I'd've laughed, thinking they were joking.  Or would I have?  I shook the thoughts from my head, and closed the door.  I didn't have the luxury of drifting off into my own head when I was so illicitly standing uninvited in another's home, even if it was someone I knew and loved.  It was cold as the night outside in here, and despite my thick fur, I shivered just a bit.  I looked quickly around, pushing the chill to the back of my mind and taking the time that my eyes required to adjust to the change in light level.  The last thing I wanted now was to stumble on something and awaken her to my presence.  It was going to be a tough job though.  The living space was in near complete disarray.  Cat toys, shoes, and art supplies littered the carpet.  I thanked my lucky stars that my night sight was excellent, thanks to my nobel, night dwelling, pack hunting ancestors.  
	I picked up the cat and moved her to the couch.  She wouldn't be bothering us for the night.  I felt bad, knocking the poor thing out, but it wouldn't do to have her clawing up my backside as I made to conquer her owner.  I hoped that she would forgive me for that, like I hoped she would forgive me for this.  
	Creeping back out of the living room, I went down a small hallway to where her bedroom was.  It was wide open, and this bothered me.  I could barely believe I hadn't somehow awoken her during this short time that I'd been here.  But I couldn't believe my luck either.  I wouldn't have to deal with the time-consuming process of opening a squeaky-hinged door.  And it gave me an unobstructed view of her.  
	She lay on top of the sheets and blankets, nude.  The window was open, as I saw from outside, and soft moonlight fell upon the golden-brown fur.  The curvature of two large breasts rose up from her otherwise lithe feline body.  Her nipples stood out, perky in the chilly night air.  She was much shorter than I, five feet to my six-foot, two inches.  She was a gorgeous example of a lioness, and my mouth watered at the thought of having her.  The rise and fall of her chest was mesmeric, and dragged my mind into a trance.  The rippling of stomach muscles under fur, rising, then falling, rising, then falling, over and over.  I don't know how long I stood there, watching that image of perfection peacefully sleeping. Blissfully unaware of her watcher.  
	I soon roused myself from my contemplations.  Now that the moment had come, it was like all the worries and doubts were falling away.  The voices of fear and reason subsided, fading into a silent oblivion, leaving a cool calmness in its place.  I approached the bed carefully, calculating every step before moving.  I reached the foot of the bed.  I wanted to reach out and touch those paws.  The urge to caress them was strong, but I kept my paws to myself.  The moment was near, yes, but not yet.  I continued around to her side of the bed.  I shivered with anticipation as I finally stood above her.  Her muzzle was faced slightly away from me, but at an upward angle that would make administering the Benzo-Diazapene easy.  I shook out a little of the powder onto the edge of my paw, and lowered it to her nose.  I gently blew onto the powder towards her as I saw her prepare to breathe in.  
	She snuffled, and shifted suddenly.  I gripped the rag with the chloroform reflexively and snatched my paw away, but I saw some of the powder sucked into her nose nonetheless.  It was a false alarm.  She settled down quickly, and I repeated the process.  It was slow going, but I was okay with that.  It gave the Benzos a better chance to do their job.  I had enough powdered substance to give two full grown people a lethal dose.  I attempted to administer more than half.  Most of it never made it to its destination, which was good.  I didn't want to kill her.  But I needed enough to make it to be effective, and I would rather a little too much than not enough.  By the time the fur on her muzzle made her look like a coke addict, I had emptied about two-thirds of the Benzos.  I figured that was enough to give a full dose considering the inefficient method by which I was administering it.  Now for the real hard part.  I recapped the bottle and set it on her bed side table.  
	I lifted the rag and saw it was beginning to dry out.  I had taken to long.  I removed the bottle of chloroform from the pocket in which I had placed it after fetching it from the bag and uncapped it.  I was just pouring it onto the rag when I heard a faint stirring next to me.  I looked over to see to two very beautiful brown eyes wide and staring in shock.  
	"I'm so sorry, kitten," I said.  "Believe me, I'm so sorry it had to come to this."  I took the rag and quickly pushed it to her muzzle, stifling any response there might have been.  
	It wasn't instant, even with the help of the Benzos.  But those thirty seconds were terrifying, and felt like they lasted forever.  First watching the shock change to confusion, then to fear.  That was the hardest part, watching one who seemed to me to always be fearless, never showing nerves even when she would talk about having this phobia or another.  But to now actually see it, and in response to me, was painful.  Then came the anger, and with it, she finally began to struggle.  She tried to bite, but it only helped me keep the drenched rag over her nose.  She scratched at me, but my fur was thick, and it oblated the worst of the damage.  She kicked and tried to scream, but I simply pushed the rag harder into her muzzle to muffle her and sat on her paws to keep them from being able to get at me properly.  
	The fervor of her struggle began to lessen.  Her bites seemed more sluggish, her attempts to free her paws, more feeble.  Soon, she was only twitching and mumbling, then back into sleep.  I waited another minute with the rag pressed to her muzzle, though I didn't keep it pushed so hard to her nose anymore.  When I was certain she was totally incapacitated, I got up off of her.  There was no immediate lunge for attack or escape.  I was satisfied that I had succeeded.  I picked my bag up and emptied its contense onto the floor.  In it was the appropriated bondage gear my roommate owned.  The gear consisted of two wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, a spreader bar, a ballgag, and four post leashes, a number of carabiners, gloves for both foot and hand paws, and a blind fold.  I wasn't gonna use all of it, but I was going to make sure there was no possibility of escape.  
	I didn't know how long she would be out for.  Long enough to tie her up good and proper, I'm sure, but I didn't want to waste time.  First thing was the gag.  I didn't want her screaming and waking up the neighbors.  That would not go well for me.  Second, her hand paws.  I put the cuffs on her wrists and affixed one tether to each, then to the corresponding bed post.  It had a lot of give, but not enough to free herself with or fight me, I was certain.  Next was the foot paws.  It was surprisingly difficult lifting them.  All the dead weight increasing the difficulty of binding them and lashing them likewise to the bed posts.  There was a lot of give to these as well.  Luckily, the spreader bar helped to solve that problem.  As I worked, I took surprisingly little notice of her naked body.  I was too busy checking and double checking that all the carabiners and tethers were as tight as I could make them and that the gag wouldn't come out unexpectedly.  Finally satisfied with my handiwork, I took a seat at the end of the bed and looked over her naked form.  
	I started with her face.  It was perfectly proportioned, with the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen, though I couldn't see them just then.  The tip of a single fang glistened in the moonlight.  Her neck and shoulders seemed to just feed right into her ample bosom.  I wasn't into breasts as large as hers, but it was a minor flaw, and only served to heighten the perfect dimensions of the rest of her body.  Her nipples were pink, and were still perky.  My gaze continued down to her belly.  It was flat, with only a slight hint of pudge.  The soft curves of the above complemented those below.  I wanted to pet her, run my paw through that soft fur there and make her pur.  But I didn't.  She was asleep and wouldn't purr anyway.  Finally my eyes found her most sensitive place.  There, they lingered, taking in the sight most desired by them and another part, but so long denied to both.  I longed to touch, but I still held back, not wanting the moment to end to soon.  I allowed my gaze to follow her legs down, the graceful curvature and sinuous muscles captivating me, ending in large paws.  I saw that her claws were filed well down, and I was glad that I wouldn't have to take so much care to avoid them.  
	Eventually, I returned to my back pack and grabbed the last of my special acquisitions for the nights venture.  A vial of smelling salts.  By far the easiest of all the items to obtain, and cheapest too.  I set the bottle down on the bedside table and only just realizing that turning on the light would make my life a lot easier, turned on the lamp that was there.  After the time spent in the dark, the small lamp was almost dazzling.  I shielded my eyes and waited for the spots to fade from my vision before moving to a position nearer her face.  I picked up the smelling salts and without turning to face her, I held them close to her muzzle.  
	It only took a few seconds.  Her breath rate jumped up quickly, and she pulled at her restraints.  There were some muffled sounds coming from her as she attempted to speak.  Or scream, I couldn't tell.  I replaced the salts on the bed side table.  
	"Don't struggle.  I don't want you to hurt yourself."  I continued to not look at her, but her struggling became less intense over the next minute or two.  After she stopped trying entirely, she tried to speak again.  I couldn't understand what she was saying through the gag, but I did my best to interpret.  "No, I won't remove the gag."  
	I looked down at my lap.  I noticed I was still dressed.  I got up and moved towards the foot of the bed, and began disrobing.  I was surprised to find I somehow felt a little embarrassed, despite the control I held here.  I removed my shirt and began unbuckling my belt, all the while speaking, now monolouging to her.  
	"It didn't have to be this way, you know," I began.  "All I wanted was to be with you.  I wanted to show you what a real relationship would've been like.  But no. You just can't see anyone who treats you with dignity and respect in a romantic light.  Sex is romance, and love equals objectification to you, doesn't it?  Everyone you've ever been with?  You've told me what they were like to you.  You were only ever a booty call to them.  You were only a sex object, someone easy to get their dick wet with.  Those relationships never lasted, or the few that did, they never ended well or felt good beyond the sex, did they?  Well, that's why.  I wanted to show you that it could be different.  But you wouldn't let me."  
	I started out feeling sad.  But the bitterness, the anger at being rejected over and over began to spill out.  I pulled off the belt and began fumbling the button on my jeans.  "Anyone who made the mistake of treating you like an evolved being, it was already over for them.  They could be your friend, you would see them like a brother or a sister.  But a lover?  Never!  Oh, and how I hated hearing that so, so much.  You know incest is one of my kinks.  Telling me you saw me like a brother only ever made me horny."  
	I got my pants off, and took my underwear with it in a single, smooth motion.  I stepped out of them, and finally turned to face her.  She had made little sound as I talked at her, but now I heard a sharp intake of breath as she beheld the nine inches of hard wolf meat and the already slightly swollen knot that effectively added another three.  She might have also seen the dangerous flash in my eyes as I looked at her, trying to pierce her mind and soul with its intensity.  I wanted her to feel the years of frustration and need in me.  I wanted her to be crushed by the weight of it, and be subdued.  I paced back and forth at the foot of her bed.  
	"I have never been anything but devoted to you.  Even now, I still am, somewhere deep inside.  But you've pushed me over the edge with your ceaseless teasing.  Now I'm going to give you what you always wanted; to be treated like property.  A sex object.  I'm going to use you for my own benefit, and you are going to lay there and let me.  I'm not giving you the choice anymore."  
	I stopped my pacing and turned to face her again.  I got onto the bed and crawled up between her legs, being careful to avoid the spreader bar.  When I was as far forward as I could get, I leaned over her, allowing my length to rub over her stomach.  It rubbed lightly into the fur between her clit and her navel, and I enjoyed the feel of it against my aching shaft.  I dipped my head over her shoulder and whispered into her ear, "I'm tired of being a gentleman, a friend.  Now, you get to be my bitch.  You are going to be my little slut.  I'm going to fill you so full of my cum it's gonna leak from you for days."  I pulled back, so she could see the manic glee that was beginning to take me over at the prospect of finally having her.  I licked my lips slowly and obscenely.  "I've also been keeping track of your heat cycle.  If I'm right, after tonight, you're going to be preggers." I shuddered with delight at the thought.  I saw the recognition in her eyes, the horror at that pronouncement.  "You want to be my little sister?  That's fine by me.  It just means I get to live out my perverted fantasy of getting my sister pregnant."  
	I sat back on my haunches.  I hadn't realized how much saying those things were turning me on.  Her stomach was drenched in pre cum, and it was still dripping from the tip of my prick in thin gooey strands.  "But don't worry, sister, I"ll still treat you right."  She resumed her attempts at struggling to get free, but I ignored them.  Now I was having fun.  
	I placed a tender kiss on her forehead, then another on her nose, then neck.  I backed up a little, then leaned back over her body.  The tip of my cock barely tickling her pussy, but I didn't try to push in.  I wanted to savor my victory first.  I placed a kiss between her breasts, then cupped one with my right paw while I placed another kiss on the nipple of the other.  I used my thumb to stimulate it, rubbing in circles around it, occasionally poking deliberately with a claw to elicit a small grunt of pain.  On the other nipple, I mirrored the motions of my thumb with my tongue with the addition of a gentle suction.  After a moment, I nipped the teat in my mouth.  A sharp intake of breath through the gag told me it was to good effect.  
	I lifted from the delicious nub of flesh that would hopefully one day nourish my pups.  A string of saliva connected me to the nipple still, but it broke as I drew away.  I continued my travels across her body, placing kisses every few inches, dragging my nose through her fur and inhaling her luscious scent along the way.  I reached her navel, a small dip in the otherwise flat plane of fur.  I placed a small circle of kisses around it, then licked at the edges.  She shuddered, but whether it was in revulsion or her somehow enjoying the attention, I didn't know.  I continued down, another few kisses, and arrived at what would be my final destination.  
	I backed up a little more, to give myself some room to work with, before dipping my muzzle down to her sex.  I kissed her clit, then gave a nice broad lick from bottom to top, flicking the sensitive nub as I passed it.  I licked at it a few times, taking in the scent of her private places.  I could smell the pheromones.  Her heat wasn't in force just yet, but it was starting, just as I had hoped.  She was getting wet, her body responding positively to my ministrations and against her will.  
	"You really are a slut!  I'm only just getting started raping you, and you're already getting wet!  I can't understand how you ever managed to avoid begging me to get on my dick!"  I had to struggle to keep my voice down at my incredulity that it was so easy, even with her heat starting.  Her only reply was a whimper.  I couldn't tell if it was arousal of fear, and I found myself not caring.  I backed off of her pussy, and turned around.  I laid my tail over her stomach and ran my paws down her thighs, to her knees, and back up in slow sensuous circles.  I moved myself further down the bed to her foot paws and placed delicate kisses on each pad.  Her claws flexed when I got near, but I just chuckled, and ignored them. Those stubby, over trimmed little things weren't gonna hurt me.  
	I turned around again and lowered my muzzle back to her pussy.  I took in a deep breath.  Her scent had grown stronger in the few minutes that I had attended to her paws!  She really was getting turned on.  I lifted my head to look her in the eyes and ran a finger around her entrance, then all the way up to her clit.  There was less fear there now.  She clearly wasn't okay with what was happening, and wanted it to end, but the arousal she felt was written clear as day on her face.  Somehow, that made me angry.  
	"Seriously? I wanted an honest to goodness relationship with you and you rejected me over and over, wouldn't even have casual sex with me, and now I'm forcing myself on you and you're fucking enjoying it?!"  She made noises through the gag.  "Shut the fuck up, slut. I'll tell you when you can speak.”  She actually shut up.  I was briefly stunned that she obeyed.  So far she had struggled uselessly against her restraints making noises trying to be loud and failing.  But now I ordered her to do something, and she did it, no resistence.  "Good girl," I said simply, and lowered my muzzle back to her crotch, and I dug in.  
	I lapped at her entrance like I was eating out at a ritzy four star restaurant's all you can eat buffet.  Every fold, nook and cranny was soon bathed in my saliva.  I could feel her clench every time my tongue probed at her sacred hole.  That was okay.  For now, I was content to lick everywhere else.  No need to rush.  I ferreted out her urethra and licked at that, too.  When I was done with it, I attacked her clit again.  This time, I completely enveloped it in my tongue, swirling around it, not quite touching it.  Soon, I became aware of the sound of grunting. I knew it was time to strike. I sought her entrance with my tongue and this time I was not denied, though I'm sure she was still trying, and touched her clit directly with a claw.  The response was instant.  Her hot slick walls convulsed, massaging my tongue as she orgasmed.  
	It was difficult, but I kept my tongue where it was.  Her muscles gripped and pulled at the sensitive appendage, but I was eager to get a better taste, and I was rewarded.  I received a blast of her feminine juices, squeezing out around my tongue and splattering my muzzle.  It was divine, a heady wine, sweet, and yet tangy.  I pulled out and lapped at her outer labia, getting as much of her fluids as possible, and when I couldn't get anymore, I licked off my muzzle.  
	“That's right, sis.  Cum for your dear brother.  Show me how bad you want my dick in you,”  I said, getting into the roleplay I was forcing on her.  She hadn't been struggling over much, but now she drew her legs up as much as the tethers would allow, and tried to turn her knees in to stop me from getting at her pussy.  It was a feeble attempt.  “You're legs tell me no, no, no. But your cunt is screaming yes, Yes, YES!”  I put a paw on each knee and easily pushed them back apart.  “Keep you're legs spread for your brother, like a good bitch,” I commanded, and she obeyed, but she whimpered cutely as she did so.  
	“Are you ready for me?” I asked as I lined my cock up against her soaked pussy.  She shook her head no violently.  It was the only part of her she could move freely.  But I felt her push her hips forward, affording me a better angle.  I got a good grip on my shaft and nudged into her labia, feeling my tip slide lewdly from bottom to top as I missed my mark.  Not surprising, as I continued to stare into her eyes rather than what I was doing.  I ran my tip back down, playing it off as intentional, even going so far as to deliberately repeat the up and down rubbing with my dick.  It had the added benefit of slicking her up a little better after I had licked up all of her own lubricating juices.  After the third repeat, I tried again and felt my tip catch in her folds.  I held back, not pushing in, building the suspense.  Then I nudged forward just a little bit. There was a muffled sound- Was that a moan? Was she allowing herself to enjoy this?  If she was, then I was doing a better job than I had ever hoped I would.  I slid an inch into her.  The enveloping warmth was incredible.  There really was nothing quite like a pussy in heat.  She whimpered again as another inch slid in, spreading her tight pussy with my girth.  I was really taking my time, trying as hard as I could to resist the urge to just slam my cock home, into the place I knew it belonged.  I continued to slide myself in, deliberately slowly, feeling the friction of her tunnel caress my length as I buried it.  I surreptitiously watched the clock as I did this.  I don't know how, but I managed to draw it out almost a whole minute.  The whimpering was almost non-stop as I finished penetrating her, my knot finally coming to rest against her vulva.
	“You like having your brother in you, huh?  You like having your brothers cock stuffed in you cunt?”  It took an effort to not start pounding away into her.  But I was still a long ways away from done.  I pulled back out, not as slowly as I had pushed in, but I still took long enough to be proud of the control I was maintaining.  Soon, I was half way out.  Then three quarters.  Then just the tip.  But I removed even that.  There was more whimpering as I fianlly slid free from her quivering, now slightly gaping hole.  
	I looked over at her face.  There were was moisture collecting at the corner of her eyes, and as I watched, one spilled over into the fur below.  Her expression was even less a display of fear now, and one of increasing confusion.  I could see she was beginning to really want this, even if she refused to admit it.  It gave me confidence to see that I was right.  She need to be dominated, owned.  I had been too much the nice guy, and now that I was being the alpha, she was caving and hating every second of it.  
	“I knew you wanted this,” I started, but then corrected myself.  “No, you needed this.  You needed to be your brothers little bitch, didn't you?”  The look of confusion on her face intensified significantly.  Defiance found itself a place there too.  But there was not a single sound.  Not of agreement or denial, not that I fooled myself into believing that I'd be able to distinguish between either through the gag.  
	I got off the bed, moved away from her.  Giving her a break from my attentions.  I didn't want to admit it, but being inside her had been so incredible, I had almost busted a nut right then and there.  I walked out of the room and helped myself to a glass of water from her kitchen.  I checked on the cat, to make sure she was alright.  She was still out, and breathing fine.  I took a few gulps of water as I returned to the kitchen, refreshed for the next and closing acts.  I set the glass down, and went back into her room.  She had been looking out the window as I entered, but turned to watched me as I entered, eyes narrowed.  I ignored her, then squatted down at her dresser.  I opened the top drawer.  Inside were neatly folded shirts.  I closed it and moved to the next drawer.  In this one were pairs of pants, and a gorgeous dress I had only had the luxury of seeing her dressed in on one occasion.  How I wished I could see her in it one more time.  I closed this drawer too and moved to the bottom.  Here were her panties and socks, also folded neatly away.  But these were not what I was after.  But what I was searching for were here in this drawer with them.  It was a modest collection of toys.  A couple of vibrators of differing sizes, and a pair of dildos.  And wait, was that a buttplug half buried under all that?  I pulled out a medium sized vibrator, and the buttplug.  You will come in handy, I thought.  
	I stood up and climbed back onto the bed between her legs to a combination look of confusion, apprehension, and frustration.  “Aww, did my little sister not like being ignored?”  I asked, patronizingly.  “Does she want me to stop fooling around and give her the D?  My poor, sweet little slut.  I was just getting ready for you is all.  I promise you can have my fat dick back in your cunt soon enough.  But first...”  I showed her what I had been looking for.  I turned on the vibrator and rubbed it up and down the outside of her pussy, getting it all wet with her slick juices.  After a few passes, instead of making another upstroke, I continued down.  Suddenly, she was shifting, moving, trying to stop me, uselessly trying to clench her butt cheeks.  But it didn't stop me.  I still found her little pucker.  It was clean and showed pink through the short fur that stopped just before its edge.  I touched the vibrator to the opening, and she made a cute sound as I pushed it in.  She tried to push it back out, but I kept a finger on it, keeping it in her.  I looked at her face.  She looked at me with defiance in her eyes, but it was being overcome with pleasure.  Slowly but surely, she was breaking.  
	I moved over to her side so I could better get at her with my paws and leaned forward a little, supporting my upper body over her with a paw, while I took the other and tweaked her clit aggressively.  I attacked it like it had offended me, stimulating it until her eyes squinted up, the grudging pleasure that I and the vibrator were giving her turning unpleasant.  Just as she began making noises of discomfort, I relented.  I took the two fingers and began rubbing her pussy with them, giving her a break from the direct stimulation.  I lowered my chest down to her breasts and snuffled into her fur, seeking again a nipple upon which to suck.  I found it, and as I took it into my muzzle, I slid my middle and ring fingers into her sex.  I curled them, seeking her G-spot, and when I found it, her whole abdomen seemed to clamp down on my intruding digits.  I responded with another nip to the tidbit of flesh in my mouth.  I hadn't thought I'd be able to distinguish noises, but I clearly heard her moan.  I added my index finger.  There wasn't a lot of room left, and moving the three fingers in the confined space wouldn't've been possible but for her moisture.  I kept suckling and fingering her, using the pads on the palm of my paw to more gently stimulate her sensitive bud.  It was not long before she began to make noise, no longer whimpering, but openly moaning into the gag.  I curled my fingers into her G-spot again, and she came. The fluid shot out onto my palm like a squirt gun, soaking my fur half way up to my elbow.  I continued to push in and out with my fingers until the contractions had come to a complete stop.  
	I lifted off of her abused nipple and smiled at her, baring my fangs.  I withdrew my fingers from her and stared at her as I licked her juice from my forearm and paws.  "Finally caving to the need for brothers' cock, are we?" I asked between licks.  There was no more defiance in her eyes.  Need had replaced it.  It was clear from her look that she hated herself for it, but she couldn't fight it anymore.  She nodded, ever so slightly.  
	"Would you like me to give it to you now?"  Another slight nod.  "Alright.  I'll give you your cub then."  There was a sharp intake of breath.  She had clearly forgotten that I had already threatened to get her with one, and just realized that with her heat coming, she most likely would be with cub after this.  She shook her head no.  Her expression clearly said she didn't want that.  "What, you don't want?  That's unfortunate.  You're still going to give me one. I'm going to fill you over, and over, and over.  And when my knot finally comes free of you, I'm going to replace it with this little treasure I found-" I held up the buttplug "-and make sure not one drop escapes."  
	I moved back over between her legs.  I lined up my cock with her pussy, and despite the fervor of her not wanting a cub, still lifted her hips up to afford me better access.  Her labia was still spread slightly, and I could see as her fluid slowly tricked from her, beading up on her nether lips, and dripping onto the bed.  Even with the open window, the stench of pheromones, sweat, and sex was beginning to build.  
	I held myself still, tip just poking her entrance so I could savor the moment.  I was living out a deep fantasy, claiming my hearts desire, and getting my jollies off all in a single night.  What a lucky wolf I was.  
	I slid in with one, smooth, slow motion.  I angled my dick high, to put pressure on her G-spot right from the beginning, and heard a grunt of pleasure come from her in response.  My knot slapped firmly against her labia, the vibrations combining with the vibe to gently stimulate her clit.  I moved about a bit, settling into a better stance, and bracing my foot paws against the foot board.  I almost slipped out doing so.  I grabbed her by the hips and yanked her forward, down onto my cock.  I heard the tethers binding her wrists snap taut just as her lips kissed my knot.  Satisfied with my positioning, I pulled back until only the tip was in, then again angled upwards into her G-spot as I pushed in.  I shifted forward, grinding my knot into her.  I knew from my past experiences this would significantly slow down my own approach to orgasm, and significantly increase the strength and frequency of hers.  I wanted her to remember this fucking for the rest of her life.  I slammed back in, going slow a few more times trying to find a rhythm that I could keep while maintaining my angle of attack, then sped up quickly.  
	In just moments, she was panting heavily through the gag, moaning, getting louder.  I kept going, relentlessly.  When I judged the time was right, I switched to a more direct angle to graze her nub directly with my knot when it hit her, and suddenly I could feel her walls convulsing, massaging my shaft.  The warm splash of her feminine fluids gushing onto me, lubricating us felt amazing.  Her moaning was surprisingly loud, the loudest sound she had made through the gag yet.  I fucked her straight though her orgasm, not slowing for a second.  My own orgasm was starting to build as hers tapered off.  I went back to the first angle, and redoubled my efforts.  I was intent on sending her into a fourth orgasm before I had mine.  I wasn't sure I would make it.  I took a paw from her hip and rubbed her clit.  That did the trick.  She came again, her tight, throbbing walls pushing me into my climax.  I could feel my prick pulsing, sending hot, thick virile seed deep into her.  I couldn't continue and halted for a few seconds as I finished emptying my load into her passage.  As soon as I was finished, I picked up where I left off.  There was a sound of surprise.  
	"You didn't think that was all I had, did you?  Thought I was a one shot wonder?”  I panted, looking up from her breasts.  “No.  I've saved up for you, sis, and I'm going to give every last drop to you.  I'm not joking about getting you pregnant.  I want a cub, and you're going to give me one, whether you like it or not."  She didn't even try to throw me off this time, just continued to moan as I thrusted repeatedly into her.  "You're going to take my cock, and every last drop of my cum.  I'm going to fill you so much, you'll feel it sloshing around inside of you every time you move."  I kept thrusting.  I was starting to tire, but I wasn't done.  I pounded away, harder and harder.  Her moaning was getting louder again, and I could feel my second orgasm was not far off.  I started grinding my knot into her swollen and abused pussy every time I made contact, trying to fit the now near fully engorged piece of my anatomy into her.  It sank in just a little more with each thrust.  I could feel my balls drawing up as I started to orgasm, and I could feel her baring down on me as she prepared to enter her own.  Then there was an intense pressure on my knot and an incredibly lewd squelching sound, followed by loud whimpers as my knot sank into its home at last, binding us together.  My knot distended her vulva, and my tip pressed firmly against her cervix.  I could feel her abdomen clench around it as she orgasmed again, and I felt just the very tip of my dick poke into that last ring of muscle.  I sprayed my second load of seed directly into her womb.  It was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had.  I watched her eyes widen as she felt it spray into her, filling her core, knowing that this irrevocably damned her to a cub.  She whimpered, realising there wasn't even a chance anymore that she might get away without getting pregnant.  
	I gently rubbed her belly, as I finally finished filling her.  "There we go.  Nice and full of my seed.  That wasn't so bad, was it?"  She looked at me, anger in her eyes.  I pouted at her.  "Don't look at me like that, sis.  I know you want this.  I knew you wanted all of this."  I pulled my crotch backwards a little, testing the limits of her cunt, snuggly holding my fully engorged knot.  She moaned softly.  "Oh, you like that?  Pissed at me for filling you and just a little tug gets you mewling like a kitten for its mothers' teat."  I tugged again, eliciting another moan.  I pushed back in slowly.  I was tired and spent, but I knew I had another load in me.  I laid down on top of her, moving my paws from hips to her shoulders and gently rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling my knot to the limits of the tight confines of it fleshy prison.  In the wake of the harder rutting, this gentler stimulation was exquisite.  I was surprised when, looking up, I saw she was drifting of to sleep.  I continued to gently rock.  Finally, I felt that last load coming.  I sped up a bit, and not quite asleep yet, she moaned at the renewed sensations.  My pelvis stimulated her nub as I rocked.  Then I sprayed my last load into her womb, just like the last.  Her eyes fluttered from a small orgasm, feeling the last thick jets of sperm hitting the back wall of her uterus.  I finally fell still, and she drifted off to sleep for real.  
	After near to forty minutes, I could feel myself finally softening.  I didn't want to pull out, but I didn't make promises- or threats, idly.  I grabbed the buttplug.  It was very clean.  It had no smell that even my sensitive nose could detect, above and beyond a mild astringent.  I gently tugged free, and carefully replaced my deflating cock with the plug.  It took some effort, during which I partially roused her.  Thankfully, the Benzos from earlier were still working their magic.  I looked at the clock on her night stand.  I had been here for almost three hours.  How long had I sat there staring her earlier?  I slid off the bed and grabbed the rag I had used with the chloroform.  I found the bottle and added more to it, and put the rag up to her nose and let her inhale for a moment.  
	I put the things away, and set about removing the tethers.  I wasn't done here, but I didn't want the mother of my future cubs to be too uncomfortable either.  I used the freed carabiners to bind her wrists and ankles together and removed the gag and spreader bar.  I knew I was taking a big risk doing that, planning as I was to stay, but I was convinced I had succeeded in claiming my girl.  I hadn't just marked her, I had owned her.  And as I settled back into the bed next to her, I was content.  Come what may, at least I had gotten what I wanted.