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Kier steps onto the deck of the large sea dragon ship while it rocked with the gentle swells of the ocean. 'This ship,' she thought to herself. 'It's far larger than anything I have ever seen on the water.' Her hands pull the soft wrap the War Leader's sister had given the young doe about her shoulders to ward off the chill of the early morning at these northern latitudes. Stepping to the railing at the side of the ship she looks out over the expanse of sea and mutters to herself, "Not a sign of land anywhere." Her hand comes to her neck of its own volition to finger the golden torque at her neck with an intricate intertwined knot that represented Tonarth's clan and thus designated her as his Unna. As she does her mind turns to the view she saw when she was finally allowed to return to his cabin the previous night with her grandmother and the strange silver she-wolf long after the growls, yips, and howls of a rough mating were quiet to find the black wolf spooning against the much smaller arctic vixen and snoring softly as if he had not just punished the much smaller vixen only a short time before.

She had been surprised to see no blood staining Lamuri's bright white arctic fur despite what had sounded like a brutal lashing at the much larger male's hand with a tawse of stiff leather that could have easily left her unable to walk. What had surprised her more was when the vixen opened one blue eye, as pail as a spring day sky, and winked at her with the slightest of smiles in the dim light before she closed it and wiggled happily against the large male, his arm draped protectively over her, both of them still nude.

Her grandmother had tried to comfort her with soothing words, but she hadn't slept well during the dark hours. Her eyes and mind kept finding themselves drawn to the black wolf who was now her Master among these strange and violent people.

"It's cold out here lass, you should be below decks in the War Leader's cabin where it is warm and the winds do not blow through the fur as easily," said a feminine voice behind her. Turning with a startled jerk she finds a lithe female wolf, slightly taller than herself, with a neatly trimmed tan pelt giving her a pleasant grin and nodding to her, "The name's Yunri, and I'm the captain of this sea dragon, only the War Leader himself is of higher position on my ship, and as far as running the ship goes, I even outrank him. The big fella is a warrior, not a sailor."

"Kier," she says with a soft and meek voice as she pulls the wrap over her shoulders tighter as if to ward off the predator standing before her instead of the cold that surrounded them all.

The tan female laughs, "There's no need to be wary of me lass, I prefer my prey manlier and with a bit of fight in 'em, you're a bit too scrawny and feminine for my tastes." She licks her muzzle in a lewd display before she gives another hearty laugh at the smaller doe's expression of shock at the tan she-wolf's lewd comment.

"I know you Deer Tribe are thin furred and the cold does not do well for you until you have acclimated to it and your pelt thickens a bit." She motions over her shoulder to the cabins with a thumb, "The best place is for you to stay near that blast furnace we call a War Leader. As we get closer to home it will get colder still until you will need something more than that wrap to walk out on deck or those thin strips of fabric you wear underneath."

Kier nods without a word and scurries towards the cabin but is brought short by a large hand blocking her path and copping a painful feel of her right breast as strong fingers dimple her flesh, eliciting from her a screech of alarm, "EEIIII!!!"

The large and mangy looking brown canine male in ragged leather armor that had grabbed her chuckles as he leans against the entrance to the interior cabins to block her path, "Heheh, lookie what we got here, I didn't know we took any slaves from those stupid prey animals. Where have you been hiding, I could keep you warm girl, inside and out."

The lithe female from the railing steps up and scowls at the rough male, "She's the War Leader's Unna, and you know what that means Kigna. For even laying a hand on her you should lose it, that is tradition. No one lays hands on an Unna, especially not Tonarth's."

The mangy male looks down at the captain as he stands to his full height, not as tall as Tonarth, but still a considerable size compared to the smaller females. "And who's going to tell him? You, a bitch in charge of a sea dragon full of bitches who only exist to serve the warriors of the tribe?" his lips curl in a snarl of disgust as he glares into her face only to find the smaller but just as ferocious she-wolf glaring back with a snarl of her own.

Several of the ship's crew, male and female alike, hearing the insult to their captain pull knives or other crude weapons and snarl as they approach the scene taking place. The gathering canines all have hackles raised as they close on Kigna but they stop abruptly with surprised looks crossing their faces as their eyes focus past the brown warrior.

Yunri gives a crooked smile to the larger opponent without a hint of the fear he had tried to generate in her, "No, but only because I don't have to tell anyone anything you young fool, he already knows."

As the last word leaves her mouth there is a deep growl from the gangway to the cabins and the black warrior dressed only in his long loincloth steps onto the deck, his hackles raised, teeth bared in a snarl, and shoulder hunched in a fighting stance as he confronts the slightly smaller male, "Kigna, you have been warned against such acts of disrespect before, beaten in the challenge ring for it many times, and now I hear you have taken that extra step I warned you never to take. You would break the taboos of our people for your own lusts and greed. You are not warrior guided by honor, you are a rat to be smashed under foot."

The mangy wolf looks around him at the surrounding wolves, his look that of a confident ruffian who thinks he has the upper hand. Kigna stops the closing crowd of wolves with one word, "Challenge!" The wolves on the deck start to mutter to themselves and Kier cannot follow the meaning of the words as the brown male looks around at the assembled wolves and calls out again in a firmer voice, "I challenge Tonarth's right to be War Leader! He let us take so little, and kept the only slave for himself! We should have been allowed to kill all we wanted, rape the females, and take all their treasure as spoils!" He glares back at the black wolf and snarls, his fangs on clear and threatening display, "Face me in the challenge ring if you are such a proud warrior, or do you fear me so that you would let these whelps kill me?" He spits at Tonarth, "Where is your honor?"

Tonarth nods with a neutral expression as he relaxes his shoulders and hides his snarl behind a mask of calm, showing neither surprise nor anger from the words of the brown male. "The challenge is accepted, bare, now, and death will settle the challenge. Yuli and Thoarn will be witness and judges of the outcome, may they have mercy on your soul Kigna, for I will not for you dishonor to my family, and my comrades."

Kier backs up into the railing as the other wolves on the deck give a loud howl as they hear the words of acceptance. The silver female, Luunae, steps onto the deck with Kier's grandmother in tow to shout, "Witnessed!" Even the mangy male warrior gives the silver she-wolf a polite nod as she steps between the two males and continues, "Form the ring and bare your fur, the gods will give power and guidance to the one who is in the right. This is a death duel, and the gods will see this settled here and now!"

Three of the watching figures separate from the crowd and get chalk to start marking a twenty foot circle on the deck as other warriors and sailors, having heard the howl and commotion, come on deck and watch silently as the preparations are made or whisper with hushed tones as their fellow wolves fill them in on what they missed. Tonarth unclasps his loincloth and discards it while the other male, Kigna, starts to remove his own clothing and sparse armor. The two does watch from the outer edge of the crowd and behind Luunae's protecting form as the silver furred she-wolf crosses her arms over her chest and stares into the makeshift arena with a look of concentration that could rival any judge listening to the evidence of a court. The two nude males step into the chalk circle and wait for the circle to be finished and several detailed symbols drawn along the edge of the circle.

Kier leans towards her grandmother and whispers, "What is happening?"

The silver Luunae responds in her crisp voice, her sharp ears having heard the faint sound from the doe, "They are about to fight for honor. Kigna has been punished many times for breaking tradition, law, and taboo. By laying hand on you as he did and threatening the captain of a Sea Dragon he has crossed a line that cannot be forgiven easily. If he had not called for the challenge I suspect he would have been thrown overboard to drown in the depths by the crew at the insults he gave." She sighs and a puff of fog escapes her muzzle, "However, once the challenge is offered it cannot be interrupted or those who interrupt taint their own honor in the eyes of their fellows and the gods who watch down on us all. My brother as the acceptor of the challenge stated the challenge will happen here, now, and they will fight without armor or weapons, only their natural abilities as the great god Thoarn the Hunter made us to be at the start of time."

"So, Tonarth is going to fight this Kigna and the last one standing is in the right?" Kier asks with a hint of scorn edging into her voice. "It seems barbaric to me."

Luunae scowls at the young doe's misunderstanding of the seriousness of the arena before them, "Oh no my dear Kier, it is much more than that. I suspect there will be little quarter given between these two, and the one left alive will be War Leader and take the other's possessions. The loser will be dead and fed to the monsters of the deep without ceremony as they will be deemed honor-less as a result of the duel." She looks around the deck at the other warriors looking on, their own arms crossed over their bare chests as they watch the two males face off. "Though I suspect any of the seasoned warriors here will take down Kigna in a challenge of their own if he does win, however unlikely that is. He is not well liked and causes more problems than he can ever solve. No one worth their weapon would follow him into battle."

The two males crouch as the chalk ring is finished and those who had quickly drawn it step back to join the watching throng. Kier's grandmother clutches her shoulder and whispers, "Watch and understand how much honor means to these people. By just touching you and insulting the captain Tonarth is willing to face this other warrior bare handed in a honor ring where he faces death to keep his honor, and by extension yours too."

Kier cannot look away from the spectacle as the two nude combatants start to slowly circle the ring as they take the measure of each other. Their teeth barred in savage snarls and claws stand ready on their splayed hands to rip into the other's hide as they seek that opening chance. The light wind of the sea brings the cold to the arena, but neither the fighters nor the spectators seem to notice.

Kigna, ever impatient, makes the first move, leaping at Tonarth with a speed the small doe is hardly able to follow with her quick eyes. There is a flash of brown and black fur as two voices raise in growls and barks of anger before the two combatants separate, both bleeding from gashed claw wounds and Kigna missing half an ear which he flicks with annoyance causing droplets of blood to flick at the witnesses.

As they again start to circle each other Tonarth spits out a piece of flesh that used to be the missing half of the mangy wolf's ear and growls a low menacing sound that seems to echo from within his chest. With each step their red blood drips to the deck of the ship and marks their passage as they study their opponent for an opening that will prove fatal one way or another.

The young doe gasps as the circling warriors shift and she notices the deep wound in Tonarth's side come into view and the steady trickle of blood that dampens the dark fur. With loud growls the pair leap at each other again to clash in a flash of claws and fangs only for the warriors to again separate with a loud yelp and Kigna growling louder as he holds a hand to his groin in a vain attempt to stop the blood freely flowing from the deep gash at the junction of thigh and pelvis that had nearly taken his maleness from him. "You will not win," he growls as he charges with a speed fueled by rage at the larger black wolf only for the larger but faster wolf to dodge the headlong rush and respond with a counter to the attacker's blind rage.

This was the final mistake of the enraged Kigna as Tonarth clotheslines him with an arm as rigid and straight as a quarterstaff. The crack of the smaller brown wolf's impact is heard over the sounds of the ship as he falls to his back, both blood soaked hands coming to his neck as his mouth gapes, unable to draw in the needed air past a crushed larynx and to his starving lungs. The brown furred warrior tries to roll away to little effect as the black form of Tonarth smashes his foot into the bleeding crotch of his opponent, opening further wounds with his toe claws and causing the blood to flow like a river to jet onto the wooden deck. Kigna's eyes attempt to bug out of his head and his mouth gapes open in a silent scream at the pain of the damage just done to him, yet no sound gets past his crushed throat.

Tonarth stands over his opponent and mutters in a voice that carries over the hush of the crowd and the soft sighs of the wind, "This is all the mercy you deserve. I send you to judgment at the court of Thoarn the Hunter by way of Yuli's net as not a warrior of the tribe, but a beast. May they show you more mercy then I do." With a snarl he raises a foot high into the air and smashes the down wolf hard in the neck. There was the audible crack of bones breaking within Kigna's neck before he stops struggling and his body sags limp to lie on the deck motionless, his soul having departed for the afterlife and its judgment as his blood leaves his mortal flesh.

With a scowl Tonarth looks at the rest of the gathered wolves as he kicks the dead wolf's corpse, "Dispose of this trash, the challenge is over and he was no warrior of the tribe. His name will not be remembered in song or spoken of in tales." Without another word he walks off the deck and back towards his cabin without seeming to notice the still bleeding wounds covering his body.

Luunae nods her head with agreement as her voice rings out to the crowd, "So it shall be, the beast is dead, and not worthy of the title of warrior. Dispose of the filth," she commands as she turns to enter the passage to her cabin.

All of the wolves surrounding the ring bow their heads in subservience to the silver furred female. Several of the warriors who had gathered as witnesses lift the mangy wolf and his corpse is unceremoniously dumped over the side of the ship and into the gentle waters while others start to clean the wooden deck to obliterate the chalk ring and blood pool in the process.

Kier tugs at the silver she-wolf's arm before she gets far, "He needs help, your brother. He's still bleeding."

Luunae looks down at the doe and shakes his head with a sorrowful frown, "This is a time to leave him to the ministrations of Lamuri. The vixen is well trained in healing more than the bruises and cuts her former masters gave her, and he will not want you to see him as he is now. The honor ring is a fight worse than any other a warrior can face, especially in a death ring. He sent a former warrior who had fought beside brethren many times to stand judgment in the most insulting way our people can, his mind will be in turmoil. Let him heal, let him calm, then, we will talk to him later about your status."

Kier seems stunned by the she-wolf's calm response, "He needs a healer, not a bed warmer. She can't close those wounds with a wiggle of her ass or a caress of her tits. He needs a trained healer, preferably one who receives the aid of a patron power."

Luunae raises an eyebrow in surprise at the doe's outburst, "Child, you still judge others by a single encounter I see. You should know by now that there is much more hidden than what the eyes can tell at a single glance." The she-wolf sighs and closes her eyes before she continues, "The vixen is a trained greater cleric of Yuli, the goddess of pain, healing, and she who gathers all in time. No one else on the ship is so well trained in how to tend his wounds, especially if the Goddess decides to visit her disciple. Perhaps you will understand her better now?" The she-wolf studies the doe and her grandmother before she nods to the cabins, "We had better go to my day cabin while she tends to him and until the effects of the treatment are past. I certainly need a cup of tea, or a few flagons of mead to warm be from the chill of this morning."

At the she-wolf's explanation the doe's eye widen with surprise and understanding. She had heard of Yuli, but in her tribe the she-jackal and her followers were looked upon with suspicion and considered one of the darker gods of creation, though a necessary part of it also. She had never heard that the goddess of pain was also a goddess of healing though. And now she feared for the large black wolf, because among her people the goddess Yuli was also known as a reaper of souls who fall in battle. Her net gathered all in time to be brought before patron deities to be judged.

Kier's grandmother had caught what the young doe had missed though and speaks with a voice full of awe, "She's an avatar of Yuli? I am surprised the Goddess allows her to be in bondage to even a warrior as strong as your War Leader."

Luunae smirks, "When the Goddess wills it, yes, Lamuri is an avatar and able to channel the powers of the Goddess herself. As for her allowing the servitude to my brother," Luunae gives a heavy sigh of exasperation, "the Goddess has taken great pains to look after our family for generations and interferes more often than we like sometimes."

The older doe taps her chin in thought, "I have heard much of Yuli over my many years, some good, some bad, but I seem to remember her healing tends to have a dose of tantric magic to it, yes?"

The silver she-wolf nods with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and the corner of her mouth quirking upwards, "It often does, yes. There are worse ways to be healed if you ask me."

***

Walking into his cabin with steady yet silent steps Tonarth hides the inner pain from his wounds and lets it pass through him without stopping to linger within. He notices the vixen still sleeping in the warm pile of furs, undisturbed by the fight or howls on deck. Being as quiet as possible, he decides she can use a little more sleep before he wakes her to tend his wounds and he could use a bathing first to get the worst of the blood off his fur.

Passing the sleeping vixen he brushes aside a curtain to enter a small private room with holes in the ceiling and a rope hanging in one corner. Gripping the rope he pulls it and a sluice of cold seawater washes over him from the holes in the ceiling. He grits his teeth as the sea-salt stings the open wounds but he relishes in the life he feels return in the cold and invigorating water. 'I am a son of the north, and the cold is a part of me,' he silently prays. 'The cold will heal and restore as nothing else can.'

The curtain to the shower is yanked aside with a violent tug and he releases the rope in surprise making the shower of water stop. Whipping the water from his eyes with a shake of his head he turns to see a sour faced, but still nude, arctic vixen looking at the deep wound on his side still bleeding freely, "You are wounded, I could smell the blood." Her words were not a question, but a statement of fact as her voice changes into one of command, not submission. "I will get the items Master; you get out of there, dry off, and allow me to tend to your wounds." With a flourish she turns leaving the shower curtain aside and opens a large trunk to root around inside before she pulls out an oiled leather wrapped bundle which she unfurls to check the contents of.

Tonarth's hackles rise at the tone of command in the vixen's voice but the brief glimpse he had caught of the vixen's normally pale blue eyes had shown only the glowing power of the goddess in them and he forces his blood to calm instantly knowing this is a fight he can't win, and he shouldn't even start. He nods with a frown and steps from the shower, still wet, naked, and dripping before he takes a cloth and starts to dry off while avoiding rubbing the worst of the wounds that adorn his body from the recent fight.

Lamuri returns with the bundle and points to the low wood bench along one side of the cabin, her eyes still glowing with an inner light in the darkened cabin, "Sit so I can tend to you."

The large wolf nods without a word as he sits with his back against the cabin wall and lets the cloth he had been drying himself with drape across his lap to give him some modesty from the divine presence in the room with him. He represses the wince of sharp pain as the vixen probes the deeper gashes in his hide and mutters in her native tongue. "Who?" was her only question aimed to her Master, but her voice was still strange, as if it was coming to him through a long tunnel.

"The one who used to be called Kigna, he was warned before and slapped down more than once in the ring by other raid leaders and warriors alike for violations or law, honor, and actions considered taboo. He molested the young Unna and spoke with scorn to the captain of the ship, who is of course his superior both here and ashore despite what he thought." He is unable to repress a muscular twitch as he feels her smearing a thick and pungent goop along and into the deeper gashes in his hide. "He challenged me to prevent the crew from tearing him apart after his insulting remarks to Yunri, which they were just about to do."

Lamuri nods as she stays focused on her work as her voice steadies into a deeper tone than the vixen could normally manage, "He is awaiting his turn at judgment already, and I suspect that Thoanr will not be pleased with his actions. That old warrior values honor beyond anything else." The eerily glowing eyes flick to his face before they return to focus on her fingers as they do their job, "Now the young girl has seen you in the role of warrior, master, lover, and now executioner and upholder of honor." She replaces the small glass vial in the roll before removing another without looking and removes the stopper her voice finally settling into a range that no mortal throat cold copy, "Quite a way to bring a new Unna into your household, Chosen of the Lupine Tribe. When do you hope to woo her and win her treasures?"

Tonarth feels a shiver creep over his spine as he recognizes the voice all too well, "Yes, Goddess, and I do not yet think about it. There is time for wooing when the fleet returns home and there is hot food, cold drink, and warm fires, not while still at sea and at the mercy of Zyana, Goddess of the waters."

Yuli smiles as she looks up at him through the glowing eyes of her devout follower, "I never can hide from you when I takeover this young one can I?"

"No, Goddess," he responds as he tries not to show the pain of his many wounds as she treats them. "You have never been able to hide the power she emits when you partake of her physical form. As strong as she is, she is nothing compared to your own brilliance."

The vixen swats him in a strangely familiar manner for someone usually so meek and submissive, "I wish you would at least call me Grandmother sometimes, not always Goddess. She too was an avatar of mine once you know, in fact I happened to be in control of her form when your mother was both conceived and born, and thus I take special interest in you young warrior. I hope to see another generation of warriors, strong and brave, to uphold the traditions and laws of your tribe and the honor of your clan."

Tonarth tries not to shiver at the reminder, "I try not to think that you could take over Lamuri while we are in passionate embrace, Goddess. The thoughts in my head would be... troubled at such an act." He looks away and mumbles under his breath.

She looks up at him again with those glowing eyes, "What was that?"

He looks at her again a coughs, "Ahmh, I said especially if we were playing on of her little games she enjoys."

The vixen's voice chuckles with an otherworldly echo that has nothing to do with the room as she again returns her gaze to her work, "I understand cub, but you can't blame me for wanting to bed such a strong warrior," she coos as she rests a hand on his covered crotch. She gives a giggle far more common of the submissive slave than a Goddess and returns to smearing the new concoction onto the lesser scrapes, "Besides, I might enjoy your hand applying some stripes to my ass by the use a tawse or lash. But, you also know I swore a vow of honor to not do such a thing while this vixen was enjoying your ministrations. I understand such things among my mortal kin are considered rude and inconsiderate, even sickening for some reason though we gods never understood why. Love is something to be shared, and not hidden from the eyes of others. It's not like I haven't gotten a glimpse of you two from the astral young Chosen of the Lupine Tribe."

The vixen returns the second vial to the bag and sighs as she runs her fingers across several vials before her fingers rest on a nearly empty one, "You will need to help the vixen acquire some new reagents; she's almost out of the tincture of lupine healing." She looks up at him again with the goddess' light coming from her eyes still as she gives him a coy look and holds out the thin glass vial, "Drink this, it will make everything better and I will leave you and the vixen to the fun part of the healing without my presence. You know you will need release after so much damage to your body once the pain is finished, and this young vixen is already eager to help, I can feel it." She closes her eyes and lets a soft coo escape her muzzle, "Yes, she is begging me to let her back to 'help' you, I think I shall. I can feel how her inner fire burns for you, you young stud."

Tonarth takes the vial and the glow ebbs from the vixen's eyes until they resume their pale blue, "She has left us, Master. I apologize, but I cannot resist her and she forced my hands to interrupt your cleansing even though I was woken by the scuffle on deck and the smell of blood coming into the cabin."

Tonarth nods as he strokes her silken white hair, the hand coming down to cup her cheek in a gentle caress. She nuzzles into the caressing hand as he gives her a nod of understanding, "The Goddess does as she wishes, and who are we to challenge such." He looks at the vial and tips the contents back into his maw. This thick pale green substance oozes into his throat and he forces himself not to gag as he chokes the substance down and the magic works through him. His hand drops the vial in a convulsion and only the quick reactions of Lamuri prevent the glass from shattering on the deck.

Tonarth grits his teeth as a pain that surpasses anything he has ever suffered on the battlefield tears through his soul as the tinctures rubbed so recently into his wounds glow with a red and eerie ambiance as the wounds slowly seal his flesh and within minutes are little more than fresh scars under his still blood matted fur. As the wounds finally close Lamuri wets a rag and starts to clean the blood from his fur with gentle rubbing that also serves the purpose of letting her examine them to ensure they have healed properly.

She suddenly finds her wrist in the warrior's grip and she looks up at him with the familiar submissive pose she always has around him, "Yes, Master?"

He growls and pulls the cloth from his lap to show his fully engorged member pulsing with the beat of his great heart, the red flesh a sharp contrast to his black fur, the furry sheath bunched behind the half formed knot, and his low hanging testicles in their velveteen pouch, "I think there is a swelling that you need to tend to girl. It would appear to be far more important than a little blood on my fur."

A grin crosses his muzzle as the vixen blushes up at him while she kneels between his legs so her delicate fingers can wrap around his flesh to stroke him with a feathery touch, her thumb and middle fingers barely able to touch around his girth, "Master has let this linger too long," she tilts her head while stroking his flesh as if this was a strange new malady she had never seen before and she needs to study it from many angles. "There is only one cure according to the teachings of the Goddess." Lowering her head she runs her silken tongue from the base of his heated red shaft to the pointed tip where a trickle of unusually thick pre starts to swell and bead. As she reaches the tip she lets her lips part to take the offered shaft into her muzzle, the saltiness of his pre lingering on her tongue as she is inundated with the musk of such a large and potent warrior.

Tonarth leans his head back against the wall as his hand moves to grip the back of Lamuri's head, his fingers entwined in her thick white hair. Inch by inch she takes more of his girth until her nose is buried in the fur of his crotch and she rubs her own nose into the musky fur there. "Mmmmhh," she moans around his thick shaft sending pleasurable vibrations through his flesh. As her head withdraws she cradles the head of his shaft with her tongue and brings a hand up to cradle his furred scrotum with skilled and gentle fingers that weight their heft and examine their potency as only a healer can.

The vixen starts to bob her head on his shaft as her tongue works over his hot flesh within her mouth and Tonarth moans, "Gods above!" at her trained ministrations.

Lamuri's lips curl in a smile at the satisfied sounds coming from her Master and she puts both her hands on his thighs as she shoves her nose into the fur of his crotch and relaxes her throat to let the pointed tip enter. Feeling the girth fill her muzzle she moans letting the sound vibrate through his shaft and to his very core.

Tonarth pulls at her head and she slowly lets the red length of man meat slip from her mouth, her tongue catching the beads of pre still trickling from his tapered tip. She looks up at him with adoration as she swirls her tongue over his hot flesh, "Master doesn't like?"

He huffs and his shaft twitches as he tries to hold himself in check from an early release, "Master wants the little servant to get on her knees and present."

With a happy giggle the vixen swirls around and lowers her chest to the deck as she lifts her tail high to arch over her back, baring her swollen and dripping snatch to her virile warrior. She crosses her arms to pillow her head on as she looks back at him with one pale blue eye, an excited gleam visible as he stands to crouch behind her.

"Oooh," she coos as she feels the raging heat of his flesh rubbing along the valley between the round globes of her ass, leaving a sticky trail of his pre behind to mark the passage of the red serpent that was now rubbing at the entrance to her inner cavern. "Please Master, take me, ease the pressure of the magic surging within," she croons to drive him on.

"Rrrrrr," he growls with a playful tone as he nestles the tapered tip of his wolf-hood against her entrance. Leaning over he takes her wrists and removes them from under her chin to pull them straight back.

The vixen closes her eyes and wiggles her rear to nudge that thick meat a little more into her entrance as she feels his muscles tense. With a deep, "Owwwllllll!" from Tonarth and a much higher pitched, "Yiff!" from Lamuri he tugs on her arms, lifting her torso from the ground as he pulls her back, and thrusts forward, burying his bone deep into her inner sanctum until their bodies collide with what seems a thunderous crack, his half formed knot pressing against her passage, but not yet quite able to earn the entrance the rest of him received.

Letting her sag forward he backs until his tapered shaft is at the entrance of her tunnel again before he repeats the motion to bury himself as deep as she can take it but not forcing his knot in yet. Lamuri enjoys the feeling of the hot flesh burning her insides and kindling her fires from within. Her tongue hangs from her mouth as he repeats the motions, eliciting a, "Yiff!" from her with each collision of his groin with her rear and a, "Ooooh!" of delight as her nipples brush the wooden deck as he let her sag forward for the next thrust.

Tonarth enjoys the tightness of the vixen before him, each tug of her back onto his shaft enveloping him in a wet silken cocoon. He feels her tighten with each penetration as she clamps her muscles against the intruder and places the most delicious pressure on his sensitive flesh which still forces its way in with the aid of copious amounts of her natural lubrication.

"Yiiiiiieeeee!" the vixen squeals as he slams into her again and he can feel a spray of her nectar splash back to coat his balls as they swing forward to hammer her sensitive button.

He lets her rest for a moment, his shaft deep within her as he lowers her torso to the ground, her hindquarters still held high as he leans over her to lick her ear and whisper into it, "I thought you would need that extra lubrication before we got to the hard part."

She huffs, a small puddle of droll under her chin as she can feel her cunny still twitching around the intruder held within. She knows what he means and coos, "Please, Master," as she wiggles her hips to encourage him.

"For a good girl, there is no need to ask," he whispers as he changes his angle of attack slightly and starts to frantically thrust into her soaked twat. He grips her waist in his large hands to help hold her steady as he thrusts into her hard and fast, her sweet nectar splashing over their joined sexes. "Ooowllllll," he howls as with a violent thrust he finally sinks the swell of his knot past her tight entrance, the battering of the swollen bulge having loosened the passage just enough as it clamps down behind his knot and locks him in place.

Lamuri lifts her head, mouth agape as she keens, "Aaaaieeee!" She can feel the pointed tip of his shaft nestled into the tight ring of her cervix and her passage clamps along his entire length like a vise. She hears the growl a moment before she feels his jaws clamp onto her scruff and her jaw drops in pure bliss, her tongue letting a string of drool drip to the deck as she feels the burning heat of his seed coating her inner most recesses with splash after thick splash.

Tonarth holds her scruff with his teeth, but has enough control to not pierce her hide with his fangs as his virile pouch pumps its contents into her willing cavern. Their mutual climaxes feed off each other, extending both as their joined sexes excite one another.

As the last of his spurts fill her belly he lets go of her scruff and rolls with her so they lie on their sides, his shaft still held tightly inside her passage by the thick knot. He nuzzles her neck and she sighs with contentment, her eyes closing as she lets out a satisfied, "Mrrrrr."

Tonarth holds the vixen tightly to his body, "Thank you for the healing, though I wish the magic didn't enflame the blood so sometimes."

She giggles, "Master, you will need that enflamed blood for a while today. As the Goddess said, I am nearly out of the main ingredient for the tincture of lupine healing." She reaches down to cup his balls where they rest against her ass, "These have much to produce to replace what we need."

Tonarth smirks at the vixen in his arms, "Well, we'll just have to fill those vials for you once I'm free of your sweet flower."

She smiles and closes her eyes again with a contented sigh, her hand still cradling his scrotum, "Yes, Master."

All characters unless otherwise stated are the property of Christopher Gilman [aka Goliath Wildcat]. Story © Copyright Christopher Gilman 2008 all rights reserved