If it melts, what will happen? [Mature] [Anyone can join!!]

Angel huffed as she sat in her den as she watched the patches of snow inside melt away. Every winter, she would hunt a lot of food and snow for she loved the cold. Sighing lightly, the tiny, last patch was all that was left and it melted in front of her eyes and she couldn't do much. She lived high up in the northern part of the mountains where it snowed a lot. There she always hung out in the summer. It was kinda cold today for it was still between Late Winter and Early Spring. Watching the groups of wolves leave, she got up and walked out for everyone was making way towards the summer dens before the melted snow could flood the dens. Taking the slopes with the rest, she made way to where she would stay for the rotten summer.

----Hours Later----

Finally at her den once she reached the bottom, she was now in heat and just stayed in her den, not wanting to be like the others for she wasn't. Getting up sense she was hungry, she padded out and started looking for food to hunt. Spotting some Elk, she crouched down and raised her tail, not aware of her scent spreading, and was stalking the weakest one, ready to kill it. "Gonna eat tonight, Angel. Gonna eat tonight." She whispered to herself silently and smiled.

She stopped as it spotted her and ran, her white coat being easy to see. Walking back to her den, she perked her ears and sniffed the air until she smelled a brute coming. Tail lifting, her scent permeated wildly around her and knowing it was her first time breeding, she was slightly nervous but it didn't bother her. Knowing she could be mounted at any minute, she froze up and closed her eyes tight, ready to do it.

Angel snapped her head around to see the Brute on her and groaned, feeling heavy pain. Her ears flattened as she felt him going deeper and she groaned. She started to move herself with him, actually moaning a bit with each hit. She was slowly starting to enjoy it and was urging him to go deeper as she slipped her rump till it was a few inches away from being between his legs.

"So...hard...to resist....the pain....is so....good!" She moaned as she felt him hit her wall and was wanting it more. She was wanting him to fill her up and was craving every bit, not wanting him to stop. Everything about it was joyful and was making her urge him to finish the job. She wanted him to do it, she wanted to be filled enough to have his pups.

Angel let out a pleasing howl as she knew he was getting closer to filling her up. She wanted it, she wanted him to do it! "Do it...." She moaned to him and panted, enjoying it all. Her mother always told her not to be with brutes that thought of breeding first but sense mother wasn't around, her words meant nothing. Her walls tightening against his tool, she moaned again, wanting it now.

She nodded and continued to lick his tool, her tongue already starting to wet it. The taste was lovely and she hardly wanted to stop. Getting a bit rougher but not that much, she moaned a bit with each lick as she moved her body a bit, taking in the divine vibrations. She looked at him with a smug smile as she loved it and sighed, waiting to go inside her den and expect pups one day.

"Also...my name...is...Angel...." She said huffing a bit as she stopped and looked at him. He, not only a big brute, but a sexual one at that. her entrance twitched as she saw the swelling go down and taking two steps, slipped out. "And now....to escape." She barked and with a leap, started running at a good speed, just she was a bit slow because of the breeding taking energy, and lots. Padding across the river, she made it back to her den and turned around, feeling like someone followed her. Laying down, she started wondering if he was following her and would force her to be his mate.

She chuckled lightly. "Unlike many fae's, i am a runner." She barked as her hackles rose, not the type to give up. She snarled as her tail wagged, getting excited.

"I must go. Later." She barked and going through a hole in the back, went through the brambles until she reached a patch but got her leg stuck and growled.

She sheathed her claws and sliced it off. Pawing at his face, she turned and ran back to her den and went through the secret hole then quickly blocked it and ran out of the den, over the river to a field and she dived into the wildflowers and chuckled silently.

Laid down and sighed, keeping quiet. She was already tired and sore, and very scared.