Breeding Stock **
Companion Story to 'Mixed Blood'

Evie had been acting a little scatterd all day. Even more scattered than Warren usualy was. He'd noticed it, and a part of him figured it was due to the excitement of their new home.
There was also a scent of need around her.

Warren and Evie settled down for the night a little after midnight. Warren getting ready to change into his sleepwear, and Evie already done. She looked at him, and ran her hands over his chest. SItting behind him on the bed, she pushed her body up against his back.
"This isn't very fitting, is it?" She purred in his ear. "Aren't we supposed to christen our new home when we settled?"
Warrens' eyebrow went up. "Really? I've never moved into a home with anyone before. I've never heard of that tradition." He smiled, and turned his head so he could plant a kiss on her cheek.
"Mmm, yes." She smiled back. "It's tradition."
She moved in front of him, and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. It was a simple one; a creamy-white color with thin green stripes running length-ways down his body.
She deliberately took her time, and by the third button, she was able to pull it open to reveal his white undershirt.
He gently ran his fingers under her shirt, and started playing with her breasts.
She gasped, and pulled at his shirt, before regaining her composure and finishing unbuttoning.
She pulled the open shirt off his back and moved one to pulling the undershirt over his head, matting his hair slightly.
He chuckled, and pulled off her nightshirt when he got the opportunity. Now her breasts were free in the night air.

She gained a mishevious smile, and ran her hands down lower, resting on top of his excited member.
He cupped his hands on her ass, and pulled her body to meet his.
"I know we've been together for a couple years, now," She started. "And we haven't gotten married yet, but we have marked each other. That's something not a lot of Wesen even do. We are bound to each other. I love no one more than you." She smiled looking into his deep features.
"I know we already have Ash, and you could have fooled even me into believing he is your son, but. . . " She trailed off.
He knew where she was going with this, but just in case he was jumping to conclusions, he had to ask.
"What. . . what are you talking about?"
There was a moment of silence as Evie gained the courage to ask what she had wanted for some time now.
She had managed to end it with an abusive male, take her and her son away to safetly and abandoned everything she knew. Warren often told her how proud he was of her courage.
So why was she so nervous now?
"Warren, I . . . I. ." She looked troubled.

He wrapped his arms around her. "It's ok. Whatever it is, we'll get through this together. Just like we always have."
She pulled her own arms around him and closed her eyes. "Please, Warren. I - I want to have another baby. Yours'."

That's what he thought she'd wanted. Even he, as clueless as he could be, could tell she was wanting another child. He, more and more recently, caught her looking at baby pictures of Ash from when he was born and muttering something about 'how cute a baby Blutbad/Fuchsbau would look.'
She would spend at least a half hour in the baby department when they went to the store. Often afterwards she would glance at Warren.
He would look at baby onsies and booties occasionally imagining how adorable Ash must have been at that age.
His only real regret was he never saw the fox Kit when he was just born.

Warren could not deny he wished himself to be a sire, but he felt as though he was simply asking too much. Ash was his son, no matter what anyone said.
Besides, Evie had already been through a birth, and he'd heard how painful it was for the females he could not ask her to go through that again.
He gently ran his hand through her hair. "Are you sure? We already have Ash. . ."
She shook her head witch was still buried in his chest.
"I want yours'. I want to have a family that has both of us. I love Ash, but I want us to have a child together, too. I want us to have our own family. And I think Ash would love a little brother or sister. I know you will be just as good a father to our child as you are to him. We have a stable home and good income. "
Warren got more excited. She really wanted another child.

He raised her face so she was looking into his eyes.
"If we're going to do this," he smiled, "We'd better make this night special."
Eveis' eyes lit up and a moment later Warren locked her into a kiss, gently and slowly running his hands up her back.
He reached around and just as slowly started rubbing her breasts, trailing his fingers down to her stomach and over her stretch marks.
'Soon,' he thought, 'she will be carrying my child.'
The thought alone made him moan.

This wasn't like what happened with Tayler; this time she wanted to get pregnant, and he would make damn sure she enjoyed every moment of it.
He always made sure she was satisfied before himself, but tonight he would have to make this extra special.

It started as a joke; Evie made him wear a beautiful Emerald green and Silver striped bowtie at one of their dinners once, and somehow it was all she could see that night.
The entire evening he smelt her need rising steadily.
When they had returned home she just about jumped him.
That was the first true time they were 'wild' in their lovemaking.

Warren had decided it was about time he wore it again; it was a special occasion, after all. "I'll be back in a moment." He whispered into her ear, as suggestively as he could and scurried away to their wardrobe. After a moment digging around in the back of it to find the box he'd kept it in, he returned to her side, tying it around his neck.
Evie sat wide-eyed at him as if she couldn't believe he was doing this. She reached up and straitened the tie, but he stopped her from fiddling with it by grabbing her wrists, and gently pushing her back on the bed.
He has a wide, almost giggling smile on his face, as if he were a kid given free range in a candy store.
"I knew you liked this tie. Not sure why." He planted a kiss on her cheek. "Doesn't matter." Another on her temple as he drew his body closer. "As long as you like it."

Warren used every ounce of restraint to take her right then and there; reminding himself of his promise.
He kissed up and down her body, Evie moaning beneath him her scent getting ever stronger.
'Not yet.'
He kissed her sensitive spot, and she gasped, clutching handfuls of his hair.
He smiled, but continued, running his hands over her belly.
He toyed with her sensitive clit, smiling at the involuntarily bucks it caused her.
After a few minutes of his playing, he moved his face closer, slowly and deliberately licking up her thighs until his tongue hit her opening. She moaned, and tried to force him into her, but he refused to let in.

Slowly still, he licked into her, barely touching her clit. He marveled in the scent before him; it crept into his mind, causing him to forget everything else in the world but her. There was nothing else that mattered.
He drove his licks deeper, and nudged her pearl gently with his face.
She grabbed his face and held it in place as she came hard to him.
He smiled, closed his eyes and lapped up her delicious juices as they flowed from her.
He rubbed her thighs with his hands as he finished cleaning her.
When he was satisfied with it, he moved closer to her running two fingers along the inside of her body, while holding his thumb on her clit.
The rest of his body moved up hers' and his free hand rested on her breast.
He toyed with the sensitive nipple, and took her in a deep kiss.
"Mmm. Warren. . " She spoke as though her head was in the clouds.
"Please . . . more. . " She begged.
She was more than ready as her walls tried to close around his fingers.

A thought occurred to him.
He hesitated for a moment, and Evie looked at him wondering why he stopped.
"Warren. . .?" She asked.
A conflicted look crossed his face. He was struggling with what he wanted to ask her.
"I . . . Evie? Could we. . . " he trailed off with a sigh.
"What is it?" she tried to pull his face to meet hers', but she couldn't reach. Warren was able to do that so effortlessly as he was so tall. He truly made it seem easier than it looked.
He still sounded reluctant to answer, but he vocalized his thoughts.
"Could we . . . maybe. . . Woge?" His eyes glanced up at her. "You know; so our child is conceived with our true selves? And I like feeling your soft fur, It -" he cast his eyes back down.

She smiled. "That is a wonderful idea."
Evie waited until Warren looked back at her, and Woged.
He gave a shy smile, and Woged himself, the Emerald bowtie standing out from his dark grey fur. "You are so beautiful."
Evie gently touched the side of Warrens' face with her pawed hand nearly whispering her thoughts.
"My strong, handsome Alpha. . "
Every time Evie called him an Alpha it set of sparks in himself. He never called himself as such.
He gently placed his tip to her opening. Last chance.
"Are you sure? Absolutely sure you want to be pregnant again?"
"As long as it's yours, I am. I'd have a whole litter if they were your Kits."
He inhaled, and slowly slid himself into her, causing her to pull against him.
'How was she still so tight?'
His thrusts were deep, and they both could feel the tip of his cock hit the opening to her womb.
They stayed there for a while; just feeling each others' body, both inside and out. Some time later, Warren started thrusting slowly, making sure to hit the sensitive spot within her.
If he was going to make her bear his child, he would at least make what led up to it as pleasurable as possible. His deep thrusts sent them both to throw their heads back.
"Harder." Evie stated, a few minutes later.
"Anything you wish."
His thrusts became harder, and quicker. She kept her hands on his arms, and in turn he kept his face near hers'. She grabbed and held on to the bowtie, pulling his neck down to keep his face near her.
The heat was building between her legs, he needed to fuck her.
Which she knew he wouldn't do unless she came at least three times for him.

She moved her hands to his back, and dug her claws into him. The sudden pain caused him to throw his head back again, and cry out. "Ohhh! Evie!"
They both panted, and Warren pinched and rubbed her pearl between his thumb and forefinger.
A particularly sharp pinch sent her over the edge, and she came arching herself to his stomach; the odd white patch on his chest shone in the night reflecting the moonlight.

She panted, and turned her body, Warrens' cock still within her, so she faced the bed.
She gave a whimpering noise and he started thrusting again. He ran his hands up and down her back that was soft with the Fuchsbau fur.
He pounded into her hard, his balls hitting her sensitive pearl with every thrust.
He knew full well she wouldn't last long in this position, and decided to make it even more pleasurable.
He leaned some of his body weight on her back, the change in weight and position made him hit the sensitive spot without further assistance, but he rubbed it anyway.
"Oh! Warren! Yes! More!" She panted, hungrily.
He lowered his head, and took a bit of the fur on the back of her neck into his mouth, and gently tugged.
There was a shriek of pleasure from Evie. He'd never done that before.
He tugged again, and coupled it to match his thrust, his hands pinching and toying with her breasts.
That was it. She came once more, trying to get her body to press against his. He laied more of his weight against her, figuring out what she wanted, but making sure to keep most of it off her.
He flipped her over so her back was once again on the bed.
"I want to see my beautiful Mate." His voice was heavy and deep. Not only from the Woge, but the lust within him.
She sighed happily, and ran her hand over his rough line of his thin beard.

That final set, he tried to keep his thrusts even and deep, but as her walls closed in around him once more, his mind got away from him, and his thrusts became faster.
"Let's come together." Evie pleaded.

Warren nodded. He was close.
He played with her breasts and clit again, taking a bit of her fur in his mouth again, once in a while he'd take gentile, playful bites at her nipples.
'Soon they would feed my child.'
His eyes closed, and gave one last gentile tug before he took her mouth into his.
Their fangs met flesh, as they nipped at each other.
"Warren!" She gasped. "I-I'm close!"
He nodded. "I'm almost. . "
They both felt something odd this time; Warren managed to look down and saw two little bumps on the base of his cock by his waist. They were hardly noticeable, they may not have ever noticed them if both their bodies weren't quite so sensitive at the moment.
They both simultaneously had the same realization. It amplified their pleasure each time it entered and left Evies' body.

Neither one could hold out any longer, and they both shook as the wave overtook them, Warren roaring; his eyes closed, holding Evie as close to him as he could, the 'knot' buried as deep as he could get within her.
When the orgasm finally subsided -both felt it lasted longer than any they had before - Warren gingerly pulled out of her, the 'knot' tugging slightly and leaving with a small pop.
Evie turned to look at him.
She purred, and gazed at the odd bumps.
"Were they always there?"
"I don't know." Warren admitted. "That's never happened. I've never noticed if they were."
She touched them very softly, and it caused Warren to buck.
"Canine males have what is known as a 'knot' that ties them to their mates when they breed. Naturally it won't be as noticeable with Wesen, but it makes sense you would have it as well."
Warren thought about it. He knew how most canines bred; he'd just never expected it to happen to him. The bumps were nowhere near as large as they would have been on regular canines, but they were there as two barely noticeable lumps.
"Why would it only happen now?"
Evie stroked the white patch of fur. "Because we're trying to get pregnant? Perhaps your body is trying to lock into mine to make sure we do?"
'Perhaps.'
He certainly wasn't loosing his erection. Evie smiled and took his cock into her mouth. The taste overwhelmed her; it was as delicious as he always tasted.
She ran her pumping hands over his knot, and he bucked. She ran her fingers over them, enjoying the pleasure it forced through Warrens' body.

A sudden burst of pleasure, and Warren took hold of her once again, this time he layed his stomach against hers once again keeping most of his weight off her.
"Once more?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Couldn't hurt." She loved it when he took charge.
He plowed her, making sure each time the knot rubbed her clit. He gave a hauty smile as she arched against him, bucking and moaning.
They both made a mental note to see if it happens again the next time they make love.

They came together once more, this time Warren kept himself within her, as deep as he could get.
The snuggled together, purring, rubbing their faces on the others' and whispering how much they loved the other and hoping they would be pregnant.

They smiled at each other, Warren running his hands through her hair.
"For future reference, Blutbadden usually call their young 'pups'. Though I don't know what we'd call ours. 'Pup', 'Kit', either one would work. It doesn't matter to me, as long as it's healthy and happy."

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I was debating for a VERY long time about leaving the 'knot' in the story.

I would like to point out, I've said it in the story, but I'll say it again, they are NOT the size of a normal wolfs' knot!
They are barely noticeable, and ONLY appear when Wesen, mainly canines, are trying to get pregnant; NOT every time they have sex.

And I don't own the original Grimmsters.

Only Warren and Evie.