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Part 1 - Hidden in the Mists

Authors Note:

The two characters are in this story are Ashwynn (young wolf male, early 20's, of the forest tribe. ) and Syfas (young, early 20's, of the Highlands tribe).

For reference of how they would look, any of Chunie's wolf pieces will be of perfect fit. It was the inspiration for my characters.

(Chunie is a fantastic artist, lots of respect. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6164977.)

"Again, young Ashwynn, do it again and pay attention!"

I am Ashwynn, the chieftain's son, and I'm feeling increasingly overwhelmed by my current circumstances. As a member of our tribe, I'm expected to be skilled in herbalism -- yet no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to make progress.

My wise and experienced mentor, Bontar, is not helping me at all. He scolds me for my repeated shortcomings, pointing out that I have been studying this subject for ages and yet still make the most elementary blunders. In exasperation, I look into the bowl he just emptied onto my workbench before flinging it aside.

My mentor, Bontar the elder herbmaster, seems to take pleasure in pointing out my flaws and highlighting my failures. I try to push through the disappointment and continue with my studies, but the constant criticism is taking its toll.

"Do you think that leaning on your father's leadership and staying in the background will make you a worthy leader? How can you ever hope to lead the tribe if you can't even make a basic healing salve?" His contempt was palpable.

I feel my frustration boil over, and I storm out of the makeshift classroom in a fit of anger.

I head out of the village, deeper into the forest, trying to calm down and clear my head. The familiar sounds of the trees and animals around me usually soothe me, but today they are only serving to remind me of my failure. I know I need to find a way to overcome my struggles and succeed in my studies, but for now, I can only feel the weight of my disappointment and frustration. I walk deep into the forest of our ancestors, and make my way to cliffs of the west river. There I sense air begin to feel warmer and moist. I was nearing a secret hot spring that I discovered in my youth, my very own gem.

As I reach the entrance to the secluded hot spring, I push aside the vines and willow trees, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. This is my favourite hiding spot, a place of peace and tranquillity, where I can escape the pressures of my studies and the expectations of my tribe. The sight was something out of a dream. A large pool of pristine steaming water, lit from underneath my faintly glowing rocks that gave it a otherworldly glow. The walls were covered in vines and moss, with several flat slabs of rock that are ideal for resting at the pools edge. I smiled as I knew the fireflies would be out tonight and keeping me company near the spring.

Entering the hot spring, I am struck by the mystical aura that surrounds it. The air is thick with steam, and the water is warm and inviting, surrounded by luxurious moss for comfort. I take a deep breath, feeling the tension in my body begin to melt away.

With a sense of liberation, I undress fully and hang my loincloth and herb pouch by the entrance, feeling the freedom of being completely free and unrestrained. I sink into the warm water, letting out a contented sigh as the heat seeps into my muscles, relaxing them and relieving me of my stress.

As I soak in the hot spring, my thoughts drift away from my studies and teacher's criticism. The rustling leaves and chirping birds make me forget everything else and just exist in the moment. The warmth of the water lifts my worries and reminds me of nature's beauty, and the simple pleasures of life in the forest.

Suddenly my ears pick up the sound of movement outside the entrance to my secret place, my heart begins to race with fear and anticipation. My mind races as I try to figure out who could possibly be approaching my hidden hot spring. I had taken great pains to keep this spot a secret, and I couldn't fathom how anyone could have discovered it.

I look around frantically, trying to find a place to hide. But with only one entrance to the spring, I realize I have nowhere to go. I can't risk getting caught naked and defenseless in the water.

I quickly try to gather my thoughts and come up with a plan. That's when I spot a small nook in the rock wall of the spring. It's hidden by hanging vines, and I realize it might be my only chance to avoid detection. I scramble inside and wait, heart pounding.

As the sound of footsteps grows louder, I realize that the intruder is getting closer. My mind races with questions. Who could it be? A member of a neighboring tribe? A traveler passing through the area?

Through the foliage, I noticed a young wolf from our ancestral cousins' Highlands Tribe enter my secret pool. It was remarkable to see one of them so far south in our forest. He wore nothing but a loincloth, granting me a perfect view of his masculine body. His black and brown fur contrasted against my own white/gray coat, with a long brown mane that fell down his neck. His muscled and athletic build was evident, and his intense blue eyes were the same bright azure shade as mine.

Too late that I realized that my own loincloth was hung up on a root branch right next to the entrance to the spring!

"Gods! How can I be so clumsy!"I thought to myself, sitting there completely naked and trapped in my alcove.

This was not what I was expecting when I came down today. Now I would have to lay here quietly and wait until this male was done bathing, lest I be caught and cause an incident between our tribes.

Through the curtain of vines, I caught a glimpse of the young wolf. But what shocked me most was his body; he had removed the loincloth he wore so proudly and there before me was his glorious nudity. The large, black testicles shifted slightly with each step he took, and the equally large, uncut flaccid member hung low between his legs. A tuft of white pubic fur completed the picture.

Embarrassed, I looked away, but just as I did so I heard him wade into the warm pool of water, letting out an sigh of pleasure at the blissful heat. My heart sank - I had also wanted to wash in the spring but now it seemed that this would have to wait. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and grumbled in slight annoyance as I waited for the male to be done.

He slowly rose from the spring, his body slick and glistening with steamy water. His fur was matted to his muscular frame, highlighting each contour of his body as he moved. He pressed his hands against his chest and abs, then tending to some more intimate areas. With one hand, he cupped the nape of his neck while the other moved down to fondle his penis and caress his testicles. He retrieved a small pouch and pipe from his loincloth, packing the pipe with herbs before lighting it using a flint he had brought along. The smell of Wolfnip filled the air, indicating that he was smoking the herb used by wolf tribes for relaxation. After a few deep drags, he put smoking pipe on a nearby rockshelf.

I would have stopped watching and closed my eyes to have a nap to pass the time, but what happened next changed everything for me.

After emerging from the warm waters of the hotspring, he walked over to a large rock that was covered in thick, green moss. He ran his hands over it before letting out a contented sigh and lying down upon the makeshift bed.

As I watched in disbelief, he somehow managed to look completely serene and focused as he cupped his manhood in his hand. His lips curved up slightly in a smile as his thumb traced circles around the head of his hardening member. His other palm moved slowly along his taut abdomen, exploring its muscles. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed a single bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip when he pulled back the foreskin.

His eyes glinted with pleasure as he brought his finger to his nose and inhaled the musky scent of pre cum. He licked it off of his fingertip, savoring the taste on his tongue. The young wolf then settled into the bed of moss beneath him, steadying himself as he let out a long sigh. His hand moved in purposeful circles around his rock hard erection, each stroke bringing a low moan from deep within his throat. His other hand was gently pinching and pulling at his nipple, sending shards of pleasure through his body.

My gaze was drawn to him like a magnet, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I took in the sight of his muscular body - his strong arms flexing as he touched himself. I stared hungrily at the way his fingers moved over his thick length and waves of pleasure crashed through me, my own cock stirring in response.

My eyes widened and adrenaline coursed through my body upon seeing the other wolf naked and stroking his long, thick member. Arousal quickly swept over me like a wave, and I felt my own hardening cock twitch in response. With trembling hands, I gently touched myself, mimicking the male's slow, sensuous movements with aching anticipation.

The air was thick with the sweet, pungent smell of Wolfnip as he skillfully stroked his hardening member. His abs clenched with excitement and anticipation as I watched on in awe, my own body responding to the sight before me. A thin sheen of sweat had begun to form across his muscular frame, causing his taut skin to glisten in the dim light. With each new thrust of his hand, a bead of pre-cum escaped from the tip of his shaft, lubricating the tight foreskin that enveloped it. His heavy balls moved in tandem with his grip, swelling and contracting in eagerness for what was soon to come.

Driven by the alluring movements of his body, I too felt myself reaching the edge of pleasure. The intoxicating dance between us propelled me closer and closer, the anticipation building with each passing moment. In the secrecy of that hidden alcove, I surrendered to the magnetic pull, embracing the imminent release that awaited me.

A wave of pleasure surged through me as I witnessed his gaze fixed upon his own cock, surrendering to the ecstasy that washed over him. His groans of need to cum resonated with the raw intensity of the moment. He stopped stroking, and I could see him begin to cum. His thick cock started to twitch and constract in ejaculation. Long white ropes of cum arced from the flared tip, landing on his six pack and in the valley between his chest. Multiple times shot thick white ropes, painting his body with musky, thick semen.

The beauty of his abandon fueled my own climax, soaring to its peak, I also felt my cock twitch at the erotic sight that was in front of me.

In that charged moment, I could do nothing more than throw my head back and let out a combination of gasps and moans as waves of pleasure rocked through me. His own climax pushed me over the edge, and soon I too was feeling my own wash over me.

My eyes widened in shock as the first spurt of semen shot onto my snout, running down my muzzle and dripping onto my chest. My lower body contracted as I felt intense pleasure washing over me as I ejaculated onto myself. Every muscle in my body seized up until finally, with a deep exhale, I released the final drops of cum from my shaft. Thick globs of semen trickled down my fingers as I continued to lightly stroke my still twitching member, catching the last remnants of my secret climax.

Moments later I glanced over and saw him - his head thrown back in complete satisfaction, his fur matted with sweat and the white cream of his bliss. His eyes still closed, his hand moving slowly up and down his member, savoring every bit of the endorphin haze that had once overwhelmed him. He smiled gently to himself as he enjoyed the last few remnants of pleasure.

He slowly traced his fingers around his tight, toned physique, savoring every inch of himself. His fingertip collected the trails of his ejaculate, and he brought them to his lips, licking off each drop from his fur with a delicate touch. He repeated this ritual until there was no evidence remaining of their shared intimacy - not even a trace of the white liquid that once coated his body. Satisfied with his work, he smiled as he admired his spotless frame.

I too followed after him and also ran my fingers over my semen, bringing it up to my mouth and after a moment of hesitation licked it off my finger. The salty taste seemed pleasant and not as bad as i thought it would be.

My attention was taken away from my own discovery as I watched my partner bathing in the warm waters of the spring. He scrubbed his toned body, and groin, with a herbal soap and my desire to join him grew stronger. Unaware of what our past tribal history would involve, especially after witnessing (and being involved) in what I'd seen, I remained hidden.

What felt like an eternity he cleaned up, and donned his loincloth and belt. I watched the line of his back as he looked around the spring one more time and paused, as if noticing something, and lighted his herbal pipe and disappeared into the vines. I sat there still for another few moments, making sure there was no chance of him coming back. When I knew for certain he was gone, I crept out from my hiding spot and waded into the hot spring. The heat made me feel good.

Soaked in sweat, steam, and my own jizz I went to wash myself clean as quickly as I could. It was it growing late and my father would be incensed that I was out so late. I hurriedly took my loincloth and bag off the branch by the entrance and quietly ran out of the spring.

I ran back to my village and snuck in through a secret path back into my home, making sure that I arrived completely unseen. As I snuck in, I could hear my grandmother stoking the fire in the center with a fresh vegetable stew bubbling. I hastily ate, and nuzzled my grandmother on the cheek with my nose. She smiled at me, a knowing smile of someone who loves me. I slip into my room and lay in my cot.

As I lay in bed, my thoughts were racing with what had transpired today. I had shared such an incredibly erotic experience for the first time with another male, especially from a rival tribe! For the first time I did not think about how wrong this was or how it would possibly backfire on me.I smiled to my self as I thought about how attractive, fit and arousing he was with his display at the spring. As I lay there my tenting erection seemed to agree with my thoughts, pushing me into my next idea....

I will go back the following day, and see if my unexpected visitor will show himself again.

And with that I fell asleep, lulled by the crickets and the cool breeze of my forest.