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…”
As one day Randall wakes up first, contendly as he sees Selk sleeping cutely and lazily on top of his enourmeous body until he looks on the calandar on the table next to the bed and notices it is today that the mating season, 21 september until 28 november, which means that now he has woke up soon Selk will start to produce a smell that is both arousing and sweet for him as Randall renembers that due to some duties of their country for a male guy like Randall he must impregnate Selk with atleast 7 of his pups.
As Randall carefully climbs out of the bed, he can't help but take in Selk's adorable sleeping form. He bites his lip, trying not to wake her up just yet, before stealing a quick kiss on her cheek. Then, unable to resist any longer, he gently nudges her awake with his nose. "Selk... love," he whispers, his voice rough and possessive as he gazes into her eyes. "Time to wake up."
Mmm..?
*His tail wagging excitedly, Randall paws at Selk playfully as he waits for her to fully rouse. "Come on, love," he urges, his voice deepening even further. "It's the first day of mating season." A slow blush creeps up his furred cheeks as he thinks about what that means: the sweet, arousing scent that will soon fill their home, and the duty he has to fulfill before the end of the season.
"Wha-... oh!" Selk yelps, startled out of her sleep as she realizes what Randall is implying. Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink in response, and she glances away awkwardly. "I-I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet," she stammers, trying to make her voice sound more confident than she feels.
But Randall isn't having any of it.
"Now is the perfect time," Randall growls, his voice low and demanding as he trails kisses along her neck. "I need you to be ready for me." He pauses, taking in a sharp breath as Selk shivers beneath him. "You belong to me now, my sweet. You'll do as I say."
His possessive grip tightens on her shoulders, and he pulls her closer, burying his face in her fur while letting out a growl that vibrates through her body.
"You belong to me now," Randall growls roughly in Selk's ear as he presses his body against hers, trapping her against the bed. His fur bristles with desire and possessiveness, and his eyes glint dangerously. "I need you to be ready for me." He pulls back slightly, giving her a predatory grin before nipping at her earlobe. "You're mine now, Selk," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with lust. "And I will have what is mine."
Selk lets out a whimper as Randall's possessive grip tightens on her shoulders and pulls her closer against his hard body. Her heart races in her chest, and she feels herself growing wet between the legs at the rough sound of his voice. "Y-yes," she manages to stammer out, her voice shaky with desire and fear.
Her breath catches as he nips at her ear, and a moan escapes her throat.
His tongue darts out to taste her earlobe, making her shiver in pleasure and fear. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough and possessive as he begins to trail kisses down her neck, over her chest and stomach. Selk arches her back, unable to resist the wave of desire that washes over her.
As Randall continues to claim her mouth, one of his paws moves lower, finding its way between their bodies and pressing against her core.
Selk cries out into Randall's mouth as his touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck up against his hand instinctively, demanding more contact. She can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her need for him becoming almost overwhelming.
Randall growls deep in his throat as he feels Selk's body respond to his touch. He pulls back slightly, gazing down at her with lust-filled eyes before roughly pushing two fingers into her wet heat.
"Yes," he groans, watching her body react to his fingers. "You like that, don't you?" He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. His free hand reaches up to cup her breast, squeezing roughly before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Selk mewls, arching her back as the sensations consume her.
Selk writhes beneath Randall's touch, her body begging for more as he roughly pleasures her. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his growls, creating a primal symphony in the room. With each thrust of his fingers inside her, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, her whole being focused on the sensations overwhelming her.