Finn's house was attacked pretty regularly. Usually by lesser monsters too weak and dim to even be registered as events.
But occasionally someone more interesting would attempt to break into their home, either for revenge for some plot they had foiled-be it intentionally or accidentally, to steal the mass amounts of gold and other treasures they had amassed, or even just for reputation.
Currently, it was an attacker of the formermost group, the humanoid dog woman Samantha. When she had arrived completely naked, her firm body, sexy legs, and not insignificantly sized chest in full view, he had assumed that this time she was here not to fight but to have fun.
But despite having decided her clothes were not relevant, she instead attacked as she normally did.
Why she was attacking when Jake, the one whom she actually had specific beef with, Finn didn't realize at first. It was attempting to figure it out that prevented him just raising a massive grass arm from the ground and knocking her out instantly.
Eventually though, equally through subtle clues such as the way she moved and spoke, and through less subtle clues such as her arriving stark naked, Finn realized what was happening.
Samantha was in her species form of heat, and had come in search of a mate. However, being as aggressive as she was, she couldn't help but attempt to do so through aggression, wanting to take her mate not seduce them.
Having sorted this out, Finn blocked her attack and, revealing the strength he'd been holding back thus far, forced her back hard enough to send her flying. She landed on her fours, but when she moved to get back up, she found herself unable; the grass having wrapped around her as shackles.
Samantha struggled against the plant bindings that wrapped around her wrists and ankles, growing aggressively as she found them impossible to free herself from. Finn watched her for a moment, then with a smile, brought a hand down hard on her ass.
The canine girl let out a yelp as she felt it, a strange mix of pain and pleasure surging through her, leaving her unable to even solidly determine whether or not she enjoyed it or not. Regardless, instincts seemed to kick in from it.
Dominant or submissive, she needed to mate, and her body was perfectly fine in the submissive role. She bit her lip hard as she felt Finn spank her tight ass a second time, sending the sensation through her once again.
Her resistance of her desires melted away. Her struggling against the plant bindings halted, her head lowering to the ground completely, her hips raising up submissively, showing her potential mate that she did in fact accept him.
Finn smiled again at this, but didn't halt his spanking of her, feeling she needed to be properly punished for attacking his home. This caused Samantha to begin squirming again, though no longer from attempts to escape, but from the torturous need for more than she was getting.
She found the pain more pleasing than she had expected to, but she didn't need just pleasure. She needed to mate. She needed cum.
Whether Finn was aware of this or not, she didn't know, but it was quite certainly an effective punishment. Soon the spanking was replaced with flogging, his hand shifting into a vine flog to lash the canine girl's ass, reddening and marking it further.
She whimpered against the ground, gritting her teeth hard as her moist pussy quivered with want, the harsh strikes bringing her closer, but her body needing more than her own climax to be satisfied.
Denying her a male's member, regardless of the pleasure this punishment brought, merely made her body burn more.
She tried to hold it in, but when Finn moved from flog to whipping, long, strong vines striking along not only her ass anymore, but also her legs and back, she broke down. She came hard from the pain, but the burning heat between her legs only seemed to double from this. She needed to mate. She needed it. Now. Now!
She couldn't stop herself. She begged him, pleaded, gave herself in completely, promised him anything and everything if he would simply cease these games and root her, fuck her, fill her with as much cum as he was able and show her what it meant to be a mating bitch!
Even Finn, who'd been on the other side of such intense mating lust in the past-and still technically was-had never been in a state like this.
Then again, he'd never been at someone else's mercy when it came to it, and had more than one happy and willing lover to help sate it. He supposed she'd been punished enough.
He lined himself up to her burning, desperate cunt, putting his well trained strength into a powerful thrust that nearly hilted his member inside of her in a single rough motion that forced a scream out of Samantha.
She nearly came instantly at the sensation of a male inside of her, and if she had not completely submitted in mind, body, and soul before, she most certainly had now.
She was his mate. His bitch. His to fuck and abuse as he wished. Nothing more, and the thoughts of this sent a shameful delight through the very core of her being. Finn groaned from how tight and warm around his rod she was, giving her ass one more smack before gripping her hips and thrusting in hard, beginning to roughly rut her into the ground.
His thrusts only got rougher, and had been rough right out of the gate. Samantha's palms and knees were being dug into the ground by the force of Finn's fucking now, as was her face as he pounded into her.
Samantha didn't even notice that her hands and feet had been untied from the ground until Finn turned her body over, pinning her now on her back as he pounded into her missionary style.
And even when she did realize it, her only take away from this information was that she could now lock her arms and legs around her master to keep herself close and help him thrust deeper into her.
She was his, and she intended to keep it that way. Finn held no objections, moaning in pleasure as he pounded into her dominantly, intent on filling her up with what she needed to sate her burning heat.
Finn had expected Samantha to slowly return to normal when she was sated, and so tried to keep going at long as he possibly could, spending near enough the entire night drilling her hard.
When he woke though, Samantha was still there with him. And not because she'd been fucked into a blackout.
She'd followed him inside the house, and was actually the one to have woken him by tended to his morning stiffness. Evidently, Samantha really did intend to stay, viewing Finn as her mate, and herself as his.
Finn and Huntress were both quite happy to have a new pet, though they wondered if Bandit Princess would become jealous.