- - the first heat (descriptive, open to all males, forcers too.) [R]

Red had fallen asleep under a pile of snow, but he woke up by Willa's heat scent. The feeling in between his legs came back, and he looked down to see the thing sliding out. "Caught you!" he growled, and lunged for it, but he ended up flipping himself and ending up on his back.

(Hi alphawolf lol)

Red glared at her. "They'd better pay me with food," he said. The thing in between his legs slid out farther; he could feel it, and for some reason, the game he played with Willa yesterday flashed in his mind. And the smell from yesterday lingered in his nostrils... "Hey, Willa," he said, "do you want to play that game again?"

Red wriggled a little as he felt Willa's soft fur against his... whatever it's called. "I think we can play it this way," he said. "If you want to."

"You can lay on your back," Red said. "Whatever makes you comfortable." He hoped she would decide soon; the feeling was deepening, and he let out a soft whimper.

Red got to his feet and moved on top of her. He crouched down, his slidy-turtle thing positioned at her entrance. "Are you ready to play?" he asked.

(I feel bad for turtles)

(its okay)

Red started slow at first. He spread his paws beside her sides, and dug his hind legs into the ground and he struggled to drip it. He moaned softly to himself. But he began to wonder... is this really a game?

Red was finding it difficult to play the game this way. "I think we should stand up," he said. He got off his playmate and stood, his turtle-toy-thing feeling hard in between his legs.

Red jumped right onto her, his frontlegs gripping her waist. His tool got right to work, pumping in and out of her. He began to groan softly, and louder with each thrust.

Red growled softly and obeyed her request, thrusting faster, and pushing her more on him with his front paws. "Willa," he moaned, "you... you feel so good."

Red couldn't reply. His teeth were gritted together with frustration, and his eyes half-closed. He thrusted as hard as he could, until he could feel himself hitting her g-spot. "This... might feel good or it might hurt," he said through gritted teeth.

Red licked at the base of her tail. "That's perfect." He could feel his tool swelling again, and he started thrusting harder and faster, trying to fit his tool deeper into Willa. He wanted her to feel pleasure... he wanted her to feel good.

Red purred softly as she spoke. Her hind legs grinded against him, turning him on more. He gripped her waist harder, and began to move his hips quicker, hitting her g-spot more roughly.