Freya had arrived to her own room at the Valhalla castle headquarters, just as she ended her shift as the assistant secretary to the great lord Odin. She threw her cape over one of the luxurious chairs next to the long body-sized mirror and ruffled her hair as if it was a desperate way to relief the stress off her head.

“Another day, another bunch of work done…” sighed Freya.
She had a rough day overall. Her main task for the last few weeks had been tracking a very specific subject, a fox priestess and master of magic arts known as Foxy Rena, the heroine of justice. All the efforts applied in the last dozen of plans, in order to capture and bring her in front of the lord of Valhalla, the demon king Odin, had been nothing but utter failures.
“Enough with the work. Now it’s time for me.” said Freya as she stretched her body.
Her hair bloomed with long stripes of blonde hair over her two tone of brown fur, and her blue eyes sparkled like the clear view of the ocean blue. Her strands of hair shook all over the place. Freya looked around confused. The wind was caressing her body all around her, so the cold struck her body in a sudden way. She saw in a glimpse how the window of her room was rattling and bashing, as if the endless darkness of the kingdom tried to seep inside. But it was just a very strong cold wind after all. Freya stepped towards the window and close it shut. She wondered how could she left the window open, but she left her place that same morning.
“This is very strange…” said Freya “Must be my imagination” then she turned around, trying to forget such small mishap.

Freya didn’t hesitate to pull her very skinny top and panties off her chocolate and coffee colored fur.
“At last, freedom…” said Freya with a wide smile.
Freya was indeed no ordinary female, despite her dog species form had to make her dealt with the usual usage of the word “bitch”. Despite taking her job very seriously, she couldn’t avoid one of her main features: she was a female. She could feel the weight of her breasts floating free, while her crotch was uncovered from her skimpy blue leggings she wore as part of her uniform. She couldn’t avoid that same mirror in her room. Her vanity flourished while checking each part of her body through her reflection.

Freya was seeking through her fur for anything she could consider an imperfection for her figure. She pressed her breasts together, pinched her belly looking for any flab, and so she did on her thighs and forearms. She was obsessed she would lose her hidden beauty, up to the limit of straight obsession and madness. The little she knew was, that same obsession was also making her too distracted.

“Now, what do we have here?” whispered a voice behind her.
Freya was shocked for that sound at her back. Before she could even turn around, what seemed the shape or the shadow of a canine being appeared close to her, such being began to fade its darkness within that mirror.
“Fenrir?” Asked Freya “No… that scent…”
Freya’s own canine snout wrinkled upon that intruder. A dark grey and white as snow furred wolf smirked. Freya’s expression soon turned into a much serious one.
“Who are you?” asked the assistant dog.
“Someone who knows… what you are looking for.” said the wolf.
Freya looked upon that stranger. His clothes in midnight blue were indeed very familiar for her. Too Japanese styled, just like her target, Foxy Rena. She blushed while feeling the long nails from the wolf touching the sides of her arms.
“You are from Japan… aren’t you?” was Freya’s question “Answer me…”
“Why, yes. You see, I am a friend of Foxy Rena. My name is Shiro.” The wolf replied.
“Then be quick… or I’ll kill you. You are considered a threat by the noble kingdom of…” Freya ignored how the hands of Shiro began to wrap around her naked breasts “HEY!!!”
Any other female would feel molested on such situation. But Freya seemed more suited to that kind of situation, after all, she knew each and every thing that pleased her lord Odin. Her body began to react to such groping in an unusual way. Her ears began to tingle as she heard some whispers from above.
“She told me one thing to tell you, lady.” It was Shiro “That you should taste me first.”
Soon, Freya’s breasts were set free from the strong clutches of the wolf. Freya was panting faintly, unable to avoid what was inevitable. Her heartbeat went crazy, how she began to see what she was going to see could not be described in any normal ways. She could see that grey wolf stripping his own clothes into rags, as those deep red bloody eyes blinked in a sexy pattern for her. The mere uncovering of those ripped abs were already distorting Freya’s own perception of reality, but the best was yet to come.

It was such an unexpected gift, given by none but the enemy herself. Freya’s mind began to lose its own sanity as Shiro began to finish stripping his clothes and show his own pure and naked body. It was such a familiar view for Freya, too similar from one of her best known partners, Fenrir, the ice wielding mastering wolf.

Her brain functions had become more basic with each second passed, her reasoning was trapped shut and her biological needs were reduced to one and only of them all: mating.
The only reaction from Freya as soon as she gazed upon all that build was pretty obvious for her kind. The tight, pumped muscles, the beautiful visage, the tools between his legs… they gave nothing but an offer that could not be rejected. Her breasts tipped up and down, showing her nice sized nipples getting perky, as well as how her crotch was reacting like it should in front of such a savage like that intruder. She never knew that, due to the exotic ninja clothes worn by that wolf, his discipline and ninjutsu training could bear such amazing results.

There was no talk, Just desires driven by mere instincts.
Freya set her body on all fours, offering her hips by swinging them from side to side and lifting her own tail to expose her. Shiro just knew what he had to do, and in a brief way too. Freya enjoyed such protocol, like during her work.
The wolf began to lick her labia with passion. Freya’s moans were so sweet, her breath could be made out of sugar without knowing it. She felt how the vast, long wolf tongue was digging and plunging inside her, as a way to check the path and ensure she was ready. She was so needy that day, her walls opposed no resistance at all, and soon, she could feel the tip of the male wolf tongue reaching to the deepest point inside her treasured vagina: the cervix.
Shiro pulled his tongue out and smiled. Freya’s breath became louder and heavier, with too much moans to begin with. But soon, the real mating was about to begin.

Shiro’s girth was so wide, the mere rub from the tip inside Freya’s nether lips just sent her mind straight to the heavens of carnal pleasures. The wolf just used one straight push from his hips, in order to reach the deepest end, already worked out by his sturdy tongue. But what Freya couldn’t stop from wishing was when those male hips began to rock together with her own body. That was nothing but driving her crazy with each sudden strike of pleasure.
Freya’s brain was overheating with lust. She couldn’t knew when all that stimulation was going to fade. Her mind went blank, and just one sentence had broken her instinctive rain of moaning and heavy breathing: “I’m cumming!”

All that flushing fluids made the situation even better for Shiro, who could almost keep thrusting his pelvis inside Freya until she couldn’t hold it anymore. Such thrusts were made in all kinds of speeds, strength and even motion patterns, all while Freya kept that same primordial pose, the staple of both their species, the one known in layman terms as “Doggy style”.
Such carnival of passion, that party of pleasure, a cavalcade of unaltered lust went all night long, as the moonlight crossed through Freya’s room, and her mind seemed to shatter and rebuild out of the mere thoughts of lust. She already had lost the count after her own second orgasm.
And then, Shiro gave his last thump inside Freya’s body. Her eyes opened wide, she knew what it was going to happen. Shiro was about to release her seed inside her. A straight shot of glistening seed just crossed her tight cervix hole, the last barrier to ensure she couldn’t get pregnant. But that was the least of concerns for her. She was addicted to lust, and that unwelcomed guest, who triggered the most unexpected sensation, close to the heat season, was giving nothing but the most primitive form of bliss, the one that could fulfill her deepest biological purposes.
Freya’s mind was so smashed to smithereens, her only words coming from her mouth on that same moment were “Yes! Please… impregnate… impregnate Freya!” over and over again.
She could feel her womb rejecting all that excessive amount of cum, after all, she was facing the most wildest variant of her own race, taking her body for granted and already suffering a huge advantage to play with. All that icky, shining goo seeping outside her system could do nothing but make her eyes run with tears, as if the sea itself was growing inside those blue eyes. Then, she closed them, as she fell into slumber.

She regretted the moment she opened her eyes and found out that seductive and well-looking ninja had already been gone. But that didn’t stop her from finding him either, leading her for another task to do, and this time, it was personal.