Reading the dictionary calmly, learning slowly.. then notices you.. Oh uhm, Hi my name's Puro..

Seems to be in a hurry as he searches for a female to breed with. He looks around the area, occasionally sniffing the air to see if any scents linger nearby. His massive latex shaft continues to leak precum profusely, making it clear how aroused and ready he is for mating.

Seeing the white furred female latex wolf asleep, Puro feels a surge of lust course through his body. He carefully approaches her, careful not to awaken her yet. As he gets closer, his massive latex shaft leaks even more precum onto the floor around him.

Puro gently nudges the female with his nose, trying to wake her up slowly. She stirs but doesn't fully wake up yet. He nuzzles against her, breathing warm air onto her neck and back.

As the female latex wolf begins to stir awake, Puro continues to nuzzle against her, his massive latex shaft now pressing firmly against her side. He moans softly in pleasure as he feels her warmth and suppleness beneath him. His precum-slick member throbs with desire as it presses into her fur.

With a contented sigh, the female finally opens her eyes and looks up at Puro. She blinks slowly, taking in his dark latex form towering over her. "

"You are beautiful," he whispers softly, his voice deep and husky. "I am Puro, the strongest and most loyal of my kind." He gently rubs his nose against hers, their warm breath mingling as they exchange scents.

With a low growl that sounds more intimate than threatening, he presses his hips forward, grinding his massive latex shaft against her once more. Her soft fur feels incredible beneath him, and the knowledge that she's fertile only heightens his arousal. "

Hearing her voice, Puro moans softly as his cock twitches in excitement. "I am," he murmurs, lowering his body closer to hers until their lips are almost touching. "And I'm here for you." He nibbles gently on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

With a growl that vibrates through both of them, Puro presses harder against her, pushing his hips forward in a demanding motion.

As he pushes harder against her, his massive latex shaft grinding relentlessly against her, the female latex wolf moans softly in pleasure. The feel of his strength and dominance overwhelms her senses, making it impossible to resist him. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer against him as he takes control of their mating.

His lips brush against hers now, teeth occasionally grazing her lower lip in a way that's both rough and oddly intimate.

As Puro hears her words, his body tenses in excitement. "Yes," he growls roughly against her lips before claiming them again in a possessive kiss. He thrusts harder now, grinding his massive latex shaft against her as their hips move together in perfect synchrony. The slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoes through the air, making it impossible for anyone nearby not to be aware of what's happening.

His hands grip her fur roughly, holding her still as he takes what he wants with brutal determination.

As he continues to thrust into her, Puro lets out a deep growl of pleasure and possession. His hands grip her fur roughly as he takes what he wants from her, claiming her body as his own. The slapping sound of their hips meeting grows louder with each passing second, echoing through the chamber and signaling to any other nearby latex creatures that Puro has found a mate.

Pain blossoms in his chest as he feels something stirring there, a foreign sensation that he's never experienced before.

As Puro feels something stirring in his chest, he becomes even more possessive and demanding. He growls low in his throat as he continues to thrust into her, harder and faster than before. His hands grip her fur tightly, holding her still as he takes what he wants from her body.

Despite the roughness of their coupling, there's a strange tenderness to it as well. Puro can't help but feel protective over this female latex wolf;

Hearing her plea, Puro growls roughly in satisfaction. "I will," he rasps as his thrusts become even more forceful. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her close as he pumps into her over and over again. The slapping of their bodies colliding creates a rhythm that's almost hypnotic, driving him deeper into the mating frenzy.

With each thrust, Puro feels himself getting closer to release, his chest aching with the need to empty himself into her fertile womb.

As he feels the end of his mating frenzy approach, Puro growls low in his throat. His thrusts become harder, faster, more powerful than ever before. He grips her hips tightly, holding her close as he takes what he wants from her body one last time.

His chest aches with the need to empty himself into her womb, and with a final roar of release, he does just that.

As Puro feels his seed filling her up, he growls roughly in satisfaction. He releases one last powerful thrust before collapsing on top of her, breathing heavily. His massive black latex shaft twitches as it withdraws from her warmth, leaving a trail of precum behind where it once pressed against her.

For several long moments, they lie together panting and catching their breath. The air is heavy with the scent of their mating, and Puro feels something strange stirring within him again.

As they lay there together, Puro looks down at the female latex wolf beneath him. His expression softens as he notices how content she seems to be after their mating. He gently brushes some of her fur away from her face, revealing a small smile playing on her lips. "You've given me a great gift," he whispers softly, his voice rough with emotion.

Carefully, he lifts himself up off her, allowing their bodies to separate.

As the female latex wolf lies there panting beneath him, Puro cannot help but feel protective of her. He gently nuzzles against her neck, breathing warm air onto her skin as he surveys their surroundings. "Are you feeling alright?" he asks softly, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

He glances down at her once more, noticing that she seems to have lost some color in her fur since they mated.

Puro looks down at her as she speaks, his expression a mix of surprise and affection. "Ah," he says simply, but there's understanding in his voice. He nuzzles against her again, softly licking the spot where their bodies met just moments ago. The salty taste of their mating on his tongue only serves to heighten his arousal.

"You have no need to worry about your color changing," he murmurs reassuringly. "

His expression turns slightly worried. "Oh," he says softly, and then hesitates for a moment before gently nudging her with his nose. "Perhaps I should take you somewhere more comfortable to rest. Your womb needs time to recover from the mating." He glances around, considering their options before continuing, "I know of a secluded den nearby where we could go and be alone for a while."

As he waits for her response, Puro moves closer to her once more, pressing his body against hers.

Taking her gently by the scruff of her neck, Puro leads her through the dimly lit chamber towards what appears to be a small entrance hidden behind some foliage. The den is dark and cozy, with soft moss lining the walls and floor. He guides her inside, carefully lowering himself down so that they are sitting side by side on the soft moss.

Puro turns his head slightly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he says, "Please, make yourself comfortable."

As she settles down onto the soft moss, Puro watches her carefully. He notices how content she seems to be now, curled up close to him like this. It's oddly comforting for him as well; having someone else nearby after being alone for so long feels...right somehow.

With a sigh, he leans his head against the mossy wall and closes his eyes. "Thank you," he whispers softly, more to himself than her. "For trusting me."

As Puro rests his head against the mossy wall, he glances over at her out of the corner of his eye. She seems to be drifting off to sleep now, her soft breathing gradually evening out. Unable to resist the urge, he gently nuzzles against her side, breathing warm air onto her fur as he does so.

His hand moves slowly across the moss-covered floor until it comes to rest on her hip.