You unlock the door and enter the apartment, feeling exhausted and stressed after a long day at work. You take off your shoes and coat and drop my bag on the floor. You walk into the living room and see Randall sitting on the couch, watching TV. He is wearing his comfy sweatpants and while a blanket rests on the upper part of his body. A few seconds later, he takes notice of you and looking in your direction before giving off a small smile. "You’re finally home!” Randall said with his voice sounding happier as he scoots to the left of the couch, leaving more space. “Could you sit with me, …? W-We could cuddle together if that sounds okay…”

*You blink, still half-asleep but slowly becoming more awake and aware of your surroundings as you feel something warm and soft beneath you. Your eyes flutter open to reveal the male's face just inches away from yours. He smiles down at you, his tail wagging gently back and forth as he takes in the sight of your sleepy expression. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you securely against his chest. "Hey there, Sleepyhead."

"Ah, I see you're still a bit groggy," Randall says with a chuckle. "I should warn you...it's breeding season." His voice takes on a teasing tone as he nuzzles her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "And well, let's just say I can be rather...enthusiastic during this time of year." He grins playfully before kissing her softly on the lips.

As his strong, warm hands move to cup your face, Randall leans in closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue teasingly darts out to lick at your lips before slipping inside, tangling with yours as he moans softly against your mouth. His other hand slides down your back, coming to rest on your tail, which is currently wrapped around his hips. The sensation of his fingers rubbing across the sensitive nerves there only serves to heighten your arousal.

As their kiss deepens, Randall's tongue begins to dance with yours in a heated exchange of pleasure. His hands slide up and down your back, over the soft fur that covers every inch of him. One of his hands finds its way to your chest, cupping your breast through your shirt, eliciting a moan from deep within you as he rolls your nipple between his fingers.

His hips begin to move against yours, grinding against the sensitive flesh where your legs meet.

As their kiss finally breaks for air, Randall looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "You feel so good," he pants, his breath hot against your cheek. His hands move to grip your hips firmly as he thrusts harder against you, grinding his erection against your clit.

"I need you right now," he growls into your ear before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

As Randall hears the words come out of your mouth, his grin turns into a satisfied smile. "Well," he says, leaning down to nibble at your earlobe, "you'll have to get used to it." He thrusts harder against you, feeling the warmth and wetness of your core as she becomes more aroused by his movements.

Pinned beneath Randall's weight, you gasp as he presses deeper into you with each thrust. His hips move faster now, grinding against your clit in perfect rhythm. The feel of his fur-covered chest pressed against yours sends shivers down your spine, and the sound of his rough panting fills your ears.

His hand moves from your breast to curl around your neck, holding you still as he devours your lips once more in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt who is in control here.

With a guttural groan, Randall arches his back as he feels himself slide fully inside you. His hips stutter for a moment before finding their rhythm, thrusting deep and hard into your tight heat. With each stroke, he growls out your name in pleasure, claiming you as his own.

His hand cupping your breast moves lower now, teasing the sensitive skin around your navel before sliding lower still to splay across your stomach.

As Randall watches the sight of his length disappearing inside you, he growls deep in his throat. The feel of his cock sliding past your entrance and into your womb sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it impossible to hold back any longer.

His movements become more frantic now, his hips bucking wildly as he loses control to the overwhelming need to bury himself deep inside you. His hand finds purchase on your hip, holding you still as he takes what he wants without mercy.

The more deeply Randall thrusts into you, the louder his grunts of pleasure echo around the room. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding your face still as he looks down at you with desire-filled eyes. "You're so tight," he pants, his breath hot against your skin.

His thrusts become harder and faster now, driving him closer to the edge of release. As his hips meet yours over and over again, it feels like your whole body is on fire with desire for more of him.

With one last powerful thrust, Randall's body tenses as he cries out in release, his seed spilling deep inside you. His hips jerk roughly against yours as he empties himself fully, filling you with his warmth and pleasure. A shudder runs through him as he collapses forward, burying his face in your neck and groaning into the soft fur there.

His strong arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close as his heart races and his breath comes in ragged gasps.

Randall's breathing slows as he feels his body begin to relax back into its normal rhythm. His arms loosen their grip around you, but only enough for him to nuzzle your neck and taste the salty skin there with his tongue. He groans contentedly when he feels your breasts swell against his chest, warm milk spilling out of them and coating your nipples.

"Mmm...that's my good girl,"

Randall whispers as he licks the milk from your skin, his tail wagging gently behind him. "You taste so good..." He presses a soft kiss to one of your breasts, sucking lightly on the nipple before moving to the other one and repeating the action. His hips begin to move again, though more slowly this time as he enjoys the feel of being inside you.

His eyes drift closed, savoring the intimacy shared between you. "I love how tight you are around me...

"And I love feeling so big inside you," he murmurs into your ear, his voice husky with desire. His hands move to cup your breasts again, massaging them gently as he sucks and nibbles at your nipples. He moans softly when one of his fingers brushes across a sensitive spot hidden within the folds of your fur.

His hips begin to move faster now, his erection still hard inside you as he takes what he wants without restraint.

As Randall feels himself close to climax once more, he growls deep in his throat and thrusts harder into you. His hands slide down your body, gripping your hips tightly as he takes control of the pace, making love to you with a possessive need that borders on obsession.

His tongue darts out to taste the salty skin at the base of your neck, his teeth grazing lightly as he nibbles and sucks.

I can't get enough of you. Your taste, your scent...the way you feel beneath me. His words are muffled against her skin as he continues to kiss and nip at the tender flesh there. His hips buck wildly now, his cock throbbing inside her as he releases himself again, filling her with his seed for a second time.

His body collapses onto hers, their sweaty skin pressing together in an intimate embrace that leaves no room for air or doubt.

As Randall watches your breasts swell to their full size, he feels a surge of possessiveness and satisfaction course through him. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to commit the scent of you to memory. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you close as he kisses the soft skin there, tasting the salty tang left by their lovemaking.

"You're mine now," he growls into your ear, his voice rough with desire and ownership. "

As Randall feels himself begin to soften inside you, he rolls off of you slightly, gazing down at your body with pride and possessiveness. His tail wags lazily behind him as he admires the way his seed coats your inner thighs and the fur between your legs. "You look so beautiful," he murmurs, tracing a finger along one of your swollen nipples before flicking it gently.

He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts as he decides what to do next.

"I think," Randall says slowly, "that you should get used to this." His voice is low and commanding, laced with the authority of someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to take it. He reaches down, grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm behind your back, pinning it to the bed. With his other hand, he lifts your hips, positioning himself at your entrance once more. "I think," he growls, "that you need some more practice."

His eyes burn with lust as he watches the confused expression on your face. His free hand moves to cup your breast, massaging it roughly through your shirt. "Yes," he says firmly. "I am." With that, he thrusts back into you, claiming you once more for his pleasure.

His hips move in a slow, steady rhythm at first, but quickly pick up speed as he grows bolder and more possessive.

"For as long as it takes," Randall growls into your ear, his voice low and menacing. "I'll have you whenever I want, wherever I want." His hands grip your hips tightly, urging him deeper inside you with each thrust. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by him sends a shiver down your spine as your body responds eagerly to his touch.

His movements become more urgent now, his hips slamming against yours in a rough, possessive rhythm that leaves no doubt who is in control here. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he feels himself close to climax once more, the tight grip of your body around him pushing him over the edge.

With a hoarse cry, Randall thrusts deep and hard one last time before tensing, his whole body shuddering with release as he spills his seed inside you once more.

As Randall feels the last of his strength leave him, he collapses onto your chest, panting heavily. His heavy breath tickles against the sensitive skin of your throat as he lays there, feeling spent and satisfied in equal measure. He looks down at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're mine now," he whispers hoarsely. "Mine to claim whenever I want."

As Randall feels the last of his strength leave him, he collapses onto your chest, panting heavily. His heavy breath tickles against the sensitive skin of your throat as he lays there, feeling spent and satisfied in equal measure. He looks down at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're mine now," he whispers hoarsely. "Mine to claim whenever I want."

"Hmm?" Randall looks down at your stomach, noticing for the first time that it's beginning to swell slightly. His eyes widen in realization before he laughs softly, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "Oh, my goodness. I almost forgot." He plants a kiss on your forehead and grins mischievously. "You're pregnant with my pups, aren't you?"

His voice is filled with pride and affection as he says this;

His tail wags excitedly behind him, his body tensing with anticipation at the thought of fatherhood. "You're going to be such a good mother," he whispers into your ear before kissing you softly on the lips. "I can't wait to see our pups grow up."

His hands slide down your sides, cupping your hips once more as he looks at you with admiration and love. "You're perfect for me," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "

Possessiveness swirls through him like a dark, churning current as he looks at you, feeling the weight of possession settle heavily on his shoulders. His gaze never leaves your face, his expression unwaveringly intense and focused. "And I'm perfect for you," he growls, his voice rough with desire and determination.

His hands tighten around your hips, digging into the soft flesh as if to mark you as his own.

His tail twitches slightly, wrapping tighter around your waist as if afraid of losing you even in sleep. The heavy weight of it pressing against your back is both reassuring and possessive; a silent promise that he'll always be there for you. As Randall drifts off to sleep, his chest rises and falls slowly with each breath, the warmth of his body enveloping you like a protective blanket.

In this moment, there is no doubt in your mind who you belong to, and who belongs to you.

His tail twitches again, this time pushing against your back more insistently as if urging you to wake up. His eyes snap open and he looks down at you with a possessive glint in his eye. "Time to get up," he says gruffly, nuzzling your neck before giving you a gentle shove.

His hands slide down your sides, cupping your hips possessively as he helps you sit up, leaning forward to kiss you deeply.

"I've been thinking," Randall says between kisses, "about what we should name our pups." He pauses for effect, waiting for your reaction. "What do you think?" His hands slide up your stomach, cupping your breasts through the thin material of your shirt as he gazes intently into your eyes.

"Silly?" Randall asks, feigning hurt. "You think our pups would mind being named something silly? They'll be born into this world under my protection, surrounded by love and happiness." He grins down at you, his expression softening. "Besides, I think they deserve to have fun names as well."

His hands slide lower now, tracing lazy circles around your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. "How about we let them choose their own names?" he suggests with a grin. "

His ears perk up at your words, and he tilts his head to the side with an amused expression. "Am I now?" He asks playfully, nibbling on your earlobe before pulling back slightly to look at you again. His hands move down over your stomach, cupping your mound through your panties.

"Maybe I'm silly," he admits with a grin, "but it takes someone special to appreciate that."

His tongue darts out to moisten his lips as he looks down at you, his gaze intense and possessive. "I think," he says slowly, pulling your underwear aside before running his fingers along the sensitive skin between your legs, "that you're going to have to prove it."

His fingers dip lower still, curling around your aching core as he presses forward, finding what he's looking for. With a satisfied groan, Randall thrusts two fingers deep inside you, claiming you once more as his own.

His fingers curl inside you, finding your g-spot with practiced ease. "Well," he says with an amused glint in his eye, "if you're going to be that way about it..." His free hand cups your breast through the thin material of your shirt, squeezing gently as he massages your nipple.

With a growl of pleasure, Randall begins to move his fingers inside you in a rhythm that matches the steady beat of his heart against your skin.

His eyes widen slightly at your admission, and he smirks down at you. "Is that so?" He withdraws his fingers from you long enough to pull off your underwear completely before pushing them back inside, this time using three fingers to stretch and fill you. His hips begin to move in a slow, sensual rhythm as he claims your body once more.

"Well," he says with a chuckle, "if that's the case..."

His eyes close briefly at the feel of your warmth enveloping his fingers, and he growls low in his throat as he thrusts deeper, harder. His hands grip your hips tightly, urging him deeper inside you with each stroke. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely. "Let me feel you."

With a sharp intake of breath, Randall pushes his fingers to their limit, claiming your body completely as his own.

His movements become more urgent now, his hips bucking wildly against yours as he loses control to the overwhelming need to feel you around him. His free hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers.

"Mine," he growls, his voice raw with desire. "All mine."

As the final tremors of release ripple through him, Randall's eyes flutter open to find you watching him intently. A possessive growl rumbles low in his throat as he pulls his fingers free and cups your face in his hands, gazing down at you with a look that could only be called ownership.

"I'll breed you," he promises huskily, his voice roughened by lust. "As often as you need it."