Answering the Call

It's too hot... for nearly anything.

I've hunted... killed... eaten...

Another animal's red blood runs in my veins with mine now.

But something nags at me... pulls at me...

My ears prick up and twitch. I hear a call... a call of need. I sniff the air and I can smell something wet. I rise slowly, powerfully, to my feet and pad off over the stony ground to the waterhole.

I stop when I see her drinking.

Her throat ripples with each swallow of water. Her teats hang below her, and her rump looks full... ripe. She smells swollen and wet. My fur bristles and prickles, and I let my organ hanging between my legs grow long and hard. This is my female... and she is ready to take my copious seed.

I roar and take few steps forward...

She freezes. She knows better than to move. Her call, her plea, her demand, has been answered, and now she must...
Submit.
She arches her back lower, offering her rump, leaving me in no doubt...

I prowl closer, at maximum hardness, balls hanging low, full of semen and smell the dripping lust of my bitch in heat.

Moving my big paws over her, I slide my chest over her back, gripping her, forcing her legs wider and penetrate her, sliding my long shaft into her receptive opening, filling her. I growl in the back of my throat as I work my flanks over her rump, pumping my hips against her, my lean stomach heaving against her.

She opens for me.

I nip the back of her neck, holding her still as my balls draw up and my shaft swells, my thrusting rising in urgency until I roar and release my seed into the shuddering female pinned below me.

Mating...

Claiming...

Growling.

I push myself off of her, my length sliding wetly out of her. I take one look at her, drenched and filled, and disappear into the heat with another roar, which she answers with her own.

Urges satisfied... until the next call.