First Heat

Evie admitted earlier that morning she felt weird, and Warren suggested she might want to stay home, but she refused. She said she'd be ok. If she felt worse later she would stay home tomorrow.
She would later wish she had taken up his offer.

Work was typical; waiting at her desk; showing potential travelers books and pamphlets. A few of them booked a vacation with her, and she smiled politely at them wishing the best travels.

By lunch, there was a burning within her womb. A sensation she was all too familiar with; She had entered Entzünden - she was in heat. She sighed, 'Not now! Not at work!' Would she be able to make it until 5? Then she'd have to wait another half-hour before she even got home. Could she hold out that long? Perhaps she could call Warren over, and have a little. . . quick release . . . at work.
'No,' she thought. 'Besides, Warren likes to take things slow. He savors every moment.' Normally she loved it, but she wasn't in a 'slow' mood today. She needed him, and she needed him now. Evie needed the release, and, more importantly, her body needed her Mates' seed within her. She got wetter as she thought of his thick cock after the first time she saw it. She hadn't been with all that many guys, but the three - and Tayler- before were nothing compared to the massive cock that belonged to her chosen Mate. Warren said the first time they made love that Blutbadden males tended to be bigger than others' but his was so huge he wondered if Warren wasn't more well-endowed than other Blutbad males. He certainly was tall, and well-built. Not over-muscled; for his height he was slightly on the thin side, but he was solid. That went double for his throbbing member. 'If only Tayler could see what a real male was made of!' Evie laughed at the thought.

'This isn't helping me.' she thought, feeling her face flush.

The day seemed to last forever, and not in the good way; when they spent each night in the others' arms, which simaltainiously seemed to last an eternity and was over in moments.

Finaly it was time to leave. She politely said good-bye to her coworkers and hurried to her car. The heat was rising within her more rapidly than before, and she could smell the lust on herself. She wondered how her mate would react when he smelt it for the first time.

At the house, Warren sat on the armchair in the livingroom, lazily reading his copy of H.G. Wells' 'The Outline of History.' It was a first edition, and had been a gift to him from his Evie for his last birthday.
He checked the clock on the wall. 5:45. Evie should be home soon. He'd put Ash in his crib an hour earlier. They'd both agreed that even though Ash was 3, he was tiny, and would still sleep in a crib a while longer, so he couldn't fall out of bed.

He yawned, and let his eyes drop. He was tired, but would never get into bed again without her. He would never sleep alone in a bed again. And he would make sure Evie never would, either. As tired as he was, he would never dream of falling asleep without his love.

Unfortunately, his eyes had a different idea, and he started nodding off, when a familiar, yet different smell greeted his nose.
Evie was home.
It was Evie, but she smelled different; stronger. She smelt like she was in need.

She opened the door and was greeted by a tired-looking Warren.
He barely got out a 'Hi - " before he was roughly taken by a kiss. This was different than any other kiss he had recieved from her; they were usually calm, slow and calculated, as they enjoyed exploring each other. This time she was rough, pointed, like she was focusing on one thing only. At this range, he sould smell her need hitting him like a train carying a ton of bricks at a hundred miles an hour. It intoxicated him, and he could feel himself getting harder beneath her. And it was exactly what she had been waiting for. She reached down and rubbed his growing member through his pants, causing him to gasp, and momentairily break the kiss. He panted looking into her eyes, she merely gave a sly smile, and knelt down at his feet, making sure he stayed sitting. She kept her eyes locked on his as she roughly undid his belt and zipper. She only glanced down to watch as she pulled his thick cock free from his pants. She was almost drooling, it may have just been the Entzünden overriding her brain, but she could swear he seemed larger than normal.

Usually when she started like this she would gently rub his member between her hands, as if examining it, but today there was only one thing on her mind; she had to answer her body's call to mate. As she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, pumping the rest with her free hand, Warren rested his own hand on her head, resisting the urge to start bucking his hips under her.

"Sly Vixen," Warren pants, unable to think of anything else. "Wh . . . what possesed you to . .?"
He trailed off.
'That's right!' she thought. 'He'd never been with a Fuchsbau, so he may not know about the Entzünden. WELL, he's about to find out now.' She smiled wryly, pushing on his member, and causing him to moan again. She focused again on him, and noticed, now that she had taken a moment, he tasted sweeter than normal. She chalked it up to hormones, and nearly tore her own pants off. In one movement, she'd been able to pull her panties down as well, and they stayed on the floor by her knees. Quickly she pulled her blouse off, and unclipped her bra.

She made a point to have Warren see her own hand reach down between her legs and rub the tender spot, making herself squirm at the touch.
Was he panting before? Now he looked like he was ready to hyperventilate. He desperately took a few deep breaths, just in time as she brought her hand up towards him so he could smell her better.
"Oh," he gasped, "Eve, I can't - " He cut himself off as he reached down, scooped her up and gently placed her on the nearby couch, her back laied against the far arm, and as gentile as he could be, brushed her thin folds with his fingers with one hand, and pulling his pants off completely.
She cried out, and he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "Ash. We have to be quiet." She nodded, and her eyes rolled back as he dipped a finger into her. She was wet, but he refused to go further until he had his revenge.

He'd heard from a few of the guys at the bar a few times that female Fuchsbaus go into something similar to a 'heat' every so often and that they went mad with desire, screwing until their bodies told them to stop; he just thought it would have come with a bit more warning. She was not going to get off that easily. He roughly kissed her back, and trailed the kisses ever lower, taking a moment to nip at her breasts, causing a sharp gasp from her. She ran her hands through his rough hair, almost kneading.

Warrens' thin beard and van Dyke tickled her thighs as he slid his face ever closer to her most sensitive place. He liked having a well-kempt appearence, but was glad he kept the thin line of hair along his jawline, mostly for her. He smirked as he licked the precious pearl, and felt her buck to meet him, her hand now trying to force his face into her.
'Not that easy to get your release, is it?' he laughed to himself, and lazily lapped around her sensitive opening as though there wasn't a care in the world.
"Warren, please!" She beggged. He loved it when she begged, and rewarded her by licking inside. "Yes!" She moaned, "More!"

One of his hands reached up and played with her breast, while the other held her leg away. He pinched and pulled at her nipple, and coupled his deep licks with gentile flicks at her sensitive bud.
Finally it was too much, and she came, throwing her head back, and quieting her scream as much as she could. Warren greedily lapped up the fluids that spilled forth from her depths.
They were the best aphrodesiacs he could imagine, as each time he tasted them, he needed more. They also were quite a bit stronger than usual and caused his mind to spin.
Even though she came, her heat refused to subside, and would continue until she had his seed in her.
She panted, and caught a glimpse of Warrens' face; his eyes were closed in bliss, still lapping at her. He finally licked his lips, and smiled at her.

An expression of playful evil ran across his face as his hand that was holding her leg up rubbed her clit with one hand and gently and slowly rubbed a finger in and out of her opening.
"You are addicting." He smiled, closed his eyes, and layed his head on the inside of the thigh.
She squirmed, as he continued to play with her.

He chuckled deeply, "What is it you want?"
This was his revenge: after all the times she had him begging her, he had to hear her beg for once. He really didn't mind begging, he just wanted to see her do it for him.
There was an exasperated huff and she glared at him, the fire in her loins still burning furiously.
"You KNOW what I want!" She growled, bareing her teeth.
"Yes, but I wish to hear you say it." He stopped moving his fingers, and she gasped at the emptiness she felt, that evil smile returning.
"Ok! Ok! Warren, please! I need you in me! I need your huge cock!" She nearly mewed as he pulled his finger out of her.
"As you wish, my queen."
He moved over her, positioning himself at her entrance, but stopped. 'He was so close!'
He took her in another kiss, and once again started playing with her breasts with one hand, propping himself up with the other. Her eyes went wide and she gasped a bit as he slowly entered her.

He bowed his head, and whispered into her ear, "You feel so good, Evie. . "
She couldn't respond, only nod, and run her nails over his back, before remembering he still had his shirt on.
'That wouldn't do.' She thought. 'I need to touch him.'
She unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it as far off him as she could. Knowing what she was attempting to do, he easily pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, tossing it across the table beside them.
'Much better.' she smiled as he took her in another kiss, and slowly moved within her. He was thrusting deeply, rather than hard, and each slow pull as he nearly left her completely sent another wave of pleasure through her.
She could no longer help herself, and she Woged with a purr, making Warren chuckle softly.
She was loosing control.
"Harder." She begged, and he obliged. He could deny her nothing; all she had to do was ask.
He ran the side of his face along hers, feeling the softness of her fur against him.
'She's so soft,' he thought. 'I have never felt any Wesen as soft as she is.' He had taken other females, mainly other female Blutbadden, but they had the same rough fur as he did.
Evie, HIS Evie, seemed to welcome him, both inside and out. Inticing him further with that soft deep copper-red and cream fur on her belly.
"Wreck me! Mark me as yours!" She cired out to him. He hesitated again.

"Come ON, Blutbad!" She urged him on, grunting with every one of his thrusts. "Show me your best! Take me! Make me your bitch! Show me what it is to me ravaged by a wolf!"
"You want a Blutbad, you better be prepared for what happens." He taunted, slowing slightly.
She knew he wouldn't hurt her, and seeing him dominant turned the already burning fire into an inferno.
He stopped. "A-are you sure?"
"Fuck me, Blutbad!" She ordered, panting heavily, her beautiful golden eyes seemed to positively glow with need.

He hesitated a moment, but Woged, his brilliant red eyes glowing down into hers.
'If this is a dream, don't wake me.'
"Just remember," he warned playfully, his already deep voice now deeper after the Woge. "You asked for this."
He smiled and thrusted hard and fast, Evie moaning and gasping happily under him.
"Oh! War - YES! Just like that! That - " He huffed each time, pulling just far enough to threaten pulling out completelty, before thrusting in again as hard as he can.
He ran his own claws down her belly, kneading her breasts, and taking nips at her neck and ears.
He felt her tense, and release. He just caught her in time to cover her mouth with his paw as she screamed in pleasure.
She was gasping, "I need you to come, my Alpha." She stated, and he nodded, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on for, but what kind of mate would he be if he didn't satisfy his female, first?
He pulled out of her, and she took the oppertunity to shift to her hands and knees in front of him, bowing her chest so it nearly touched the fabric of the sofa while sticking her rear at him.
She really was begging him. In domestic canines, that movement was a play bow; an invitation to start a game. But for wild canines such a wolves and foxes, it was a pose to allow a male to mount them.

She dug her claws into the couch as he once again entered her. This time he slams in her, hard.
She can feel his paws on her hips as he steadies himself on top of her, claws slightly digging into her back. She pushes her chest onto the fabric with every thrust from him, rubbing her sensitive breasts along the fabric.
She felt his balls hit her clit, and she bit the cushion in a desperate attempt to keep her screams muted.
Warren shifted on top of her again, running his chest up her back until he was, for all intents and purposes, laying on top of her, his hands wrapping around her breasts, toying with them slightly.
The sudden shift and weight change caused him to hit the exact spots she needed, both outside and within.
'I chose the right one,' she smiled. 'He really knows how to please his mate!'

"Warren - I'm close." She gasped aloud.
"I know. Me, too." He panted back in her ear.
"Together?"
He nodded, his rough fur rubbing on her soft cheek.
As if on cue, they both came, Evie biting down on the side of Warrens' neck, and he bit down on hers near her throght. Just as her body needed, Warren released his virile seed into her depths. They both shook from the release, before the waves of pleasure subsided, Evie had control of her thoughts again, the Entzünden completed, and satisfied for a while again.

Neither wanted to move, but it was Warren who finally gave into his muscles, laying aside so his back slid against the back of the couch, pulling Evie close.
They were both still Woged, and smiled at each other, giggiling.
"Ok, now I know I've been around a bit, but could you maybe give me a heads - up next time this is happening? Like a text, or something? Anything. You scared the hell outta me!"
Evie giggled again, and bit playfully at his jaw. "I'm sorry. Well - not really, it was fun. But I didn't even realise what was happening. I hadn't had a Entzünden for years. Since before Tayler. I'd forgotten the warning signs. I'll remember next time." She apologized by kissing him again. "Didn't you smell me?" She asked between kisses.
"Yeah, kinda. I knew it was your scent and it was strong, but it smelled different. I couldn't get a good scent from in here, and I didn't know what it meant. As soon as you came in it overpowered me. Now I know."
"I feel cheated." she play huffed. "You got to drink me, but you never came in my mouth." She pouted, playfully.
"I couldn't help myself! You about jumped my bones! You were so sexy, I couldn't help myself!" He licked the side of her face, her red fur shining with sweat.
She had an idea, and moved lower, licking and sucking at his member.
"Whoah!" He gasped. He was becoming flaccid, but the sudden touch shocked him.
She cleaned him, and moved back to lay against his body when she finished, buring her face in his chest, the one, odd white patch of fur on his body. It was the only patch of fur on him that seemed soft.
Of course, she knew better; the Blutbad within the body was softer than fleece, masked by the course fur on the outside.

"How'd you like riding your Blutbad, my little Fuchsbau Queen?"
"Mmmm. . ." she sighed, closing her eyes, it took a while for the words to come in her mind, but she finally settled on; "Perfect."
They finally Woged back, and settled into each other, Evie to Warrens' chest, and him as close as he could get to hers'.

Soon they both succumbed to exhaustion, and Warren whispered into her ear as she fell asleep; "I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?"
She smiled, and without opening her eyes nodded.
He fell asleep soon after, wrapping one arm around her and the other under their heads.

I had to.

Why?
Because deep down, everyone's a perv.

I do not own the original 'Grimm' characters, however I DO own theese two and can make them do my bidding.

Dance, my puppets, dance.

The original Grimm characters belong to NBC
Aaaaaaand theese two lovely, sex-crazed Wessen belong to me. No stealy!

It will make me sad, and then no more stories for you!

More soon. (maybe)

It's 6:30 in the morning, and I'm tired. . . .