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I make my way back to our room, walking right past the kitchen, inches from where the innkeeper is preparing Lorek's dinner. She neither sees nor hears me. I sit on the bed, trying not too let my emotions get the better of me, trying not to freak out. All I can think about is Lorek's naked body, and how badly he wants me.

He opens the door silently, and looks at me with a steel, overpowering hunger. I can feel his lust radiating off of him, smell his pheromones permeating the room, and all but taste his desire as he stands there in nothing but a towel. His grip is lazy, and he's already half-erect, his junk beginning to bulge against the fabric.

Now's my chance. I have to tell him. "Lorek, I--"

He's on me before I can say anything more, pressing me down against the bed, straddling me as his hands pin me by the biceps, his talons digging into my fur, his tongue slipping into the opening my few words allowed. It is exploring me, sliding along and in and around my mouth, and I forget everything else but this. I carefully kiss him in return, my lips pushing back against the inside edge of a beak sharp enough to crack bones. As our tongues dance together, a deep-throated chuckle builds within him and flows out and into me. His eyes are open all the while, staring me down in excitement and appreciation and victory.

He suddenly releases me, and only then do I feel the pinpricks of blood on my arms. In a single motion he rips my loin cloth away and takes the fullness of my cock into his mouth. His tongue dances intimately around it like a mating serpent, and I yelp with surprise and joy. He keeps his beak ever-so-slightly agape so as not to cut me, letting his tongue-- which has to be almost as long as his shaft-- do all the work. It is heavenly, and as I feel his stiffened rod press against my abdomen, I reward him with spurts of precum. He savors it like a fine wine before he swallows it with a contented sigh. His eyes close for the first time.

I will myself up slightly and reach my strong paws over his back and grab his ass, his tailfeathers flicking as I do so. I pull his lower body forward and to the side, and seamlessly he swivels his groin towards me. His lovely package right in front of me, and my own thick shaft hasn't left his mouth once. I pull down on the crow's black foreskin, exposing his voilet head to the air for a moment before I slide it into my jaw. The massive amount of his precum, dripping from him like a tapered candle, now coats my mouth, and I am surprised by how good it is. We are entwined in a knot of heat as our hips begin to thrust, our cocks yielding ever more precum as our tongues try to lap it up. I do my best, but Lorek proves too much, and I gag a bit. Immediately he stops facefucking me, but continues sucking me off. He must be practiced at this, because not once has he fought back against the bucking of my hips, or the dick as thick around as his wrist. I growl contentedly... Too much so.

"Lorek, I'm close...!!!" I manage to sigh, thinking he'll slow down or change positions. Instead he takes each of my ass cheeks in his talons and pulls me in and out of his mouth, forcing me to continue. He wants my seed all over his throat, to expel every drop into his waiting, hungry maw. Who am I to disagree? I prop myself up at the elbow with my left arm, and put my other paw on the back of his head, ruffling his feathers as I bury the fullness of my shaft in his desperate mouth. He moans, not quite prepared, but he doesn't back away. His claws remain clasped around my ass as I feel those pinpricks again. I fuck his face like there's no tomorrow, and my tail beats against the bed in comparable rhythm. I'm the happiest wolf in the world.

It's not long before I feel my orgasm building in my loins, threatening to erupt. "Lorek!" I pant as I buck against him, feeling the inside of his throat massage my head. "Lorek, I... LOREK!!!" Semen streams from me like liquid fire, waves of heat and pressure flowing into him. We ride the wave of the conflagration as one, the spasms of my shuddering body and the furious licking of his tongue that will not let anything go to waste.

When the last of my orgasm finally passes, he gives a single lick from the base of my shaft up my torso and over my neck, up to my ear, where he playfully flicks the tip... and then he flips me over into my stomach.

One talon holds my tail out of his way as he begins to assault my hole with all the intensity he gave my cock. It is wonderful, and through the haze of my afterglow I begin to wonder how he produces so much saliva. Slowly I realize he didn't swallow all of my seed, and he is slicking my anus with my own semen. And only then do I intuit his intent.

"Oh, Lorek-- I don't know. I mean, I've played with it before, but it's been a while, and you're pretty... big."

If he hears me, he says nothing, and continues his siege. Eventually, the wall crumbles, and his tongue is darting around inside me, relaxing me, easing me into surrender as defenses give way to determination. Not long after, his tongue disappears from within and I feel the pulsing bulge of his head pressed against my hole.

I do my best to accomodate him, and Lorek's head slides in easily. "Fuck..." he caws, overcome by sensation. "You are fucking tight, Red."

I dreamily respond, "Yes... so be gentle."

An inch of his shaft penetrates me, and then another. He keeps giving me more, and I wonder how I'm gonna take it all. He reaches a point, and I growl a bit in pain, digging my pays into the sheets.

"There," he says in a matter-of-fact whisper. "There is where I'll stop. I'm impressed, Red-- I'm almost all the way in." Another deep, dark laugh escapes him.

"Oh-oh-okay," I reply nervously. He gives me a moment to collect my thoughts, and then he begins to thrust... gently, just as I asked. Contentment washes over me as he plays the careful lover. I feel his cock moving in and out of me, precum and saliva lubricating my hold on him. I am tight enough that I can feel every pulse of his dick. Feeling me orgasm must have put him over the edge, because the increasing bloodflow to his shaft tells me he's close.

"Oh, gods, Red...."

"Do it, Lorek. Do it. Fill me with your cum," I gasp.

"Yes... Yes!... Yes!!!"

"That's it. You're so close... Do it, crow! Give it to me!!!"

He lets out a long kaaaaw as ropes of splooge coat my insides, my quivering hole trying to pucker against his shaft, squeezing more and more of it into me. Eventually, the cumming slows, and then stops, and he collapses on top of me with a soft, lazy laugh.

We fall asleep together without a word, my arms holding him close. Or should I say, he falls asleep without a word. Once I'm certain he's dreaming, I slide myself coolly out of bed and put my loin cloth on. He's torn it badly, but it's still wearable, and it's the only garment I possess. I briefly consider taking his clothes, but that would be cruel, and they wouldn't fit anyway.

I put my ear to the door and listen for the innkeeper in the hall. No doubt she heard what was going on, just as there's no doubt his dinner's gone cold. Nothing beyond. I step cautiously outside, and turn to watch Lorek as I shut the door behind me. He doesn't stir.

I think about our friendship as I descend the stairs. Two years as warriors together, as companions, as business partners, as brothers... All of it now completely jeopardized because of tonight.

I curse myself for not having a stronger will as I make sure the main floor is devoid of movement. Either she's in bed, or not here. I grab the dinner roll and slab of roast off his plate and devour it, not interested in the side of greens, no matter how prettily they're arranged. I take a swig of his ale once it's all wolfed down and make for the building's exit.

I'm sorry, Lorek keeps repeating in my head, and heartache grips my chest. Our relationship was perfect as friends, and now we've risked it by becoming lovers. I know things would be wonderful between us for a time... but nothing lasts forever. We'd eventually find something that would break us apart, and our friendship would die right along with it. I can't allow that. I won't. Lorek must be at my side always.

In the meantime, though, I have to run. I need time to think of what to say, of what to do. Once I'm outside the boundaries of Wheatfell, I break into a sprint, my eyes misting over. I'm sorry, Lorek. He'll find me; I know he will. He's a scout-- It's what he does. And who knows what he'll do then: Maybe he'll think this is another game of catch-me-if-you-can. Maybe he'll pretend tonight never happened. Maybe he'll try to force himself on me, even if it's broad daylight and in public. Maybe he'll try to kill me. As long as he understands why we must stay together, and why we can't be together.

I'm guesssing I have six hours at the most until he wakes. I've got some good ground to cover by then. I wonder if it'll take him a few days-- a week if I've hidden my tracks well. I just hope by then I know the right words to say.