You stand up and begin to try and make your escape, deciding that you would rather not allow him to taint your body any more than he already has, let alone the potential to taint your mind alongside your body. Even with the fact that he wasn’t able to completely corrupt your mind and body before you got away you find it difficult to think him as being the enemy and instead think of him as more a mate and someone who can make this boiling blood cool down. You are even starting to have problems remembering what it was like to be male. Still not completely used to how this body moves you fall over after a few steps and land near a chair. figuring that with your lack of knowledge over this body you'll never be able to get far enough away fast enough to truly escape him you grab the chair and break off one of the legs and then move back to near the door and wait for him to open it up.
As you stand there and wait for him to go through the door you find that the heat makes it virtually impossible to try and keep your legs completely together so you allow them to slide apart bit by bit and argue with yourself that the reason you are doing so is to make your stance more and more stable. Your tail moves back and forth behind you and you find the idea of the waiting to strike exhilarating. You become too enthralled in the thrill of the hunt that you ease control over your arms and as one stays raised up the other strays further down and begins to rub against one of your bottom row of breasts. you are so consumed by the sensation of your hand rubbing against the sensitive orb and so distracted by the willpower spent to keep the hand from straying even lower that you do not notice that the werefox has not once tried to get through that door since you've gotten up, nor are you aware of the sounds of him opening another door nor even aware of his presence as he sneaks up slowly behind you with a large toothy grin to his vulpine face, a predatory look to his eyes.
In one fell swoop the werefox moves forwards and grabs both arms and pin them against your chest while as the same time thrusting his hips against yours. You emit a high pitched bark in surprise as you begin to try and struggle against his grip, unable to try and move your feet the slightest bit with a source of relief so close, thrusting up at you. He moves one of your arms lower to your stomach and then pushes it back into him. Finally his red member scores its mark and the sensation of your tunnel being filled again makes your knees buckle. He lets go of your arms as you fall to all fours and then hilts himself in you but doesn’t thrust back. He keeps it there which makes your body beg for release to the extent that you try pulling forward to get some sort of stimulation but he wraps his arms around your legs and prevent any forward motion on your part.
“You should have let me finish your transformation, vixen. I should punish you but I’ll tell you what. If you can say the words ‘I need you to pull your dick out of me’ then I will do so and come up with some other use for you. But if you cannot say the words by the time my knot has tied me to you then you’ll just have to face the consequences.”
With this glimmer of hope you muster up the will to try and say the words but as soon as your mouth opens he pulls back and begins thrusting against you again. You moan involuntarily as each thrust sends rivers of pleasure to your heat ravaged mind.
“No, I don’t want this,” you state, trying to convince yourself of the fact. With each word you say the male fox behind you puts a little more emphasis on his thrust, making it all the harder to think. “I need. Need you to. Oh god that feels so good. I need you to pull- pull your dick.”
As soon as you manage to say the word dick he starts pumping you at full speed, making your moan in response. You can already start to feel the swelling knot start to flick in and out of you, alerting you that you’re running out of time.
“I need you to put your knot in me,” your sex ravaged mind makes you say.
“What was that, vixen? I would be happy to oblige you in that,” he starts putting even more force into his thrusts as its starting to become harder and harder for that knot of his to slip in and out of you.
“Stop! Please stop! I’m begging you! I don’t want this!” you cry out even as your body is gripping at his rapidly swelling knot with everything it has to try to keep it from pulling out with each thrust.
“Very well,” The werefox grins as he fully hilts himself in you and resorts to instead making just short quick thrusts.
“I need you to pull your dick out of me!” you state as fast as you can, before your resolve can fail you again.
He starts to pull back as if obeying your request but his still swelling knot doesn’t make any motion to come out and the act of him trying hurts a little. After that one attempt he stops trying and begins driving himself into you as much as he can with his knot firmly locked in place.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Looks like you didn’t make it in time. Guess you’ll just have to face the consequences.”
You cry, half in defeat and half from the pleasure as he begins to thrust against you as much as he can with his knot filling you up so much. You’re starting to panic as you can start to feel fluids coming out of his member and into you and then with one good hard thrust he hilts you as much force as he can and his seed begins to flow into your womb, staring to fill you up. Already you can no longer think of him as anything other than your mate as your body finally reaches its climax from the fluid flowing into you. After a few minutes of his shaft sending his vulpine seed into you he finally dismounts and stands against you, his ass pushing against yours as he continues to cum into you. But as he has dismounted you begin to feel a tingling sensation. You look down and notice that...