Kupa and Kvennik
#3 of Tales of Riverswood
Just a quick one, and really not as elaborate as the others. Still, I had a lot of fun writing this one. I don't know if wolverines purr or murr or whatever, so I guessed with purring. It felt best that way. (I also don't think they have knots either :P) Correct me if I'm wrong, can't leave stuff like that incorrect now can I?
Again, any feedback you might have would be really nice. I'm still new to writing yiff, any improvements would benefit us all ;)
Anyway, enjoy!
Kupa and Kvennik
"Do you have the gold?"
"Yes."
"Did you pack the goods?"
"Yes, Kvennik. They're on the caravan."
"You did make sure to have the goods packed, Kupa? Because last time, you didn't pack them and-"
"They're packed. Stop worrying your tail."
The two wolverines walked side by side through the narrow streets of an old market town, it's cobbled streets and compact, thatched roofed houses surrounded them as they headed toward the city gates. They quietly debated the details of their next trip as they made their way throught the crowds of people.
"Are you sure you've brought everything?" Kvennik asked with a smile.
Kupa rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove. "Yes! You're beginning to sound like my mother!"
She was the travelling companion of Kvennik, a renowned merchant from the north. They had met several months prior in an isolated tavern in the eastern highlands, and they had been travelling together ever since, spending much of that time in the company of each othe. They were in their early thirties, but Kvennik was a just little older and taller than her. He looked more weathered than her too, from many years of travelling, compared to just a few months for herself.
Like most wolverines from the Deccan area of the west, they had dark black fur, unlike the muddy brown of those from the east. They both also were rather bare dressed, with Kupa wearing only a tan leather brasserie and a simple hide loincloth, while Kvennik settled with just the loincloth. As one would imagine, they got a lot of second glances and strange looks among the townsfolk, though which one of them got the most would probably be up for debate.
Today they were leaving the small town they had been bartering in for the past few days for the port city of Cinnati, the largest city that bordered the Deccan coastline. But she didn't know that. The stables where their horses were being readied were kept outside the gates, and after a brief incident involving the town guard, and the apparently 'under-dressed' wolverines, they were on their way to a small stable a little way down the road out of the city.
A feline stood at the side of a heavily loaded horse coated with boxes, bags and other assorted items. He had short, black fur and white woollen work clothes under a leather apron. He smiled as the two approached him.
"Ah, Master Kvennik and his lovely friend Kupa!" The cat took off one of his leather work gloves and offered his paw out toward them.
Kvennik took the cat's outstretched paw in friendly, well mannered shake. The cat then gently lifted Kupa's paw and lightly kissed the soft fur over her hand. "...and it's always a pleasure to see you again, as always, Miss Kupa."
Kupa felt her cheeks start to blush. "Thank you." she said with a smile.
"Is the caravan ready, West?" interrupted Kvennik with the faintest hint of irritation.
The cat smiled and patted the saddle of the horse next to him."That they are. You've a lot of coin packed up, you going far?"
"Only Cinnati."
The cat's eyes widened. "Cinnati? You're going to be rather disappointed when they turn you away, my friend."
Kvennik laughed, "I'd like to see them refuse me after I show them just a little of what I have to offer!"
West shook his head. "I'm not the one here to pass judgement on your decisions." he shrugged, "Have a safe journey, the both of you. What's that saying you wolverines say? Passvindara?"
"Passadvindarna." they said in unison, both smiling from the cat's mispronunciation.
West nodded. "Keep safe." He turned and headed inside the neighbouring building. Kupa looked to the male.
"You didn't tell me we were going to Cinnati." she said sternly.
"I was going to tell you..." he said, glancing about. He walked over to the other side of the waiting horse and started to fiddle with the loose straps. "...eventually."
Kupa put her paws to her hips and shook her head. "He's right you know, they won't let us in."
Kvennik ducked his head out of view, "...and they haven't seen what I have to offer. Have a little faith, Kupa."
"And if they still refuse? What will we do then? Stand outside until they take pity on us and let us in?"
The male laughed and came around the side of the horse to put his arm around her. "I'm only thinking about us." he said, lowering his muzzle close to hers. For a brief moment she thought he was about to kiss her, and her heart fluttered for just a second, but he suddenly pulled away. "Come on. Let's not keep them waiting."
***
The two wolverines were soon on a woodland trail leading out of the small town, Kvennik lead the way while Kupa followed on another similar, but lighter loaded horse behind him. Kupa watched the male as he rode in front of her. He had silvery steaks of fur that ran across his broad shoulders and down his muscular back. There was something about him that made her consider... No. That wouldn't be appropriate.
"Watch the shadows for foxes." he called back.
"Always do..." she replied, not taking her eyes off his back.
_ Foxes..._ she grumbled to herself._ Scum of the earth. Rather slit your throat and steal your coin than give you a second glance._ Petty bandits, all of them. Still, even so they could take a couple on just fine. They were much smaller and weaker then herself and Kven, and only then they would present a problem if there were a lot of them, and even then they were usually too greedy to work together anyway.
"...what if we meet a wolf pack?" Kupa asked with her eyes still glued to his back. "I hear they're common around these parts."
"If we happen to come across our wolf kinsmen then we'll stop to trade!" Kvennik turned around and gave Kupa a big, wide grin.
She rolled her eyes. "You know they don't carry gold."
"They have goods to barter, nonetheless."
Kupa sighed. "There's a little more to life than just your possessions, Kven."
"Such as, my dear?" he replied as he turned back round to face the road ahead.
"Me..." she muttered.
"What's that?"
"I said we'll see."
Kvennik chuckled to himself.
***
An axe lazily fell down onto a treestump, hacking a small log in two. Kupa sighed and set the axe down onto the ground, put her paws onto the hilt and rested her head.
"Slacking off are we?" chimed a playful voice behind her.
Kupa closed her eyes and groaned. "You can have a turn at chopping the wood, you know." she grumbled, not turning her head.
"I'd rather pluck my pheasant." came his smug reply.
Kupa turned around to face Kvennik, who was sitting on the ground a few metres away, busy plucking a pheasant in his lap. "I mean, we should help each other more often Kven, or just trade roles every now and again. I always set up camp while you're off hunting in the forests. I have hunting instincts too you know, and just once I'd like to go hunting with you." she explained. "We're partners." Her heart flittered in her chest as the last word left her lips, and her eyes widened in surprise at the realisation of her mistake. She quickly glanced toward where he was sat, afraid of his response. Among wolverines, 'partner' was a more formal term for 'mates', but they both knew that didn't hold true everywhere, and they certainly had a lot of exposure to the local cultures. She had no idea whether he would or wouldn't notice.
"Alright then," came Kvennik's sly reply, and he gave her an equally sly look. Kupa didn't know if he had picked up on her mistake or he was just being himself. Deep down, she secretly hoped that he had.
Kvennik smiled and set down the half-plucked pheasant to the ground. "Alright... Partner. Next time we go hunting, you get to come along. Fair?"
Kupa uttered a short inward sigh of relief. Perhaps she could spend some quality time with him and finally get just a little closer. "Fair." she grinned.
***
_ Boring! Boring, boring, boring, boring! An entire day of hunting with so much as seeing another living creature to hunt. Either I've lost my favour of the gods or I've lost my ability to hunt... Being with Kven made it tolerable, at leat._ Kupa lazily tossed a nearby stone at the small campfire. The stone bounced off a log amid the blaze and skittered into the darkness.
A laugh came from a across the fire, "Bored are we?"
She shivered. "...and freezing."
"Aww... Do you want Kvennik to give you a hug?" he cooed, shuffling around the side of the fire to put an arm around her shoulder. Her eyes and heart fluttered as his warm, furry body snuggled up against her own. "Better?"
She smiled and rested her her head on his shoulder. "Better."
For a long time, the pair stared into the dancing flames, side by side. Before long, their eyes started to become tired and heavy...
"You're purring!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are." said Kupa.
"No I'm-"
Her paw raised up and stroked his soft, silvery grey fur over his chest. For a moment Kvennik tensed under her touch, but then he relaxed and let her paw dance and swirl over his torso. He began to drift off under her warm, gentle touch...
"You're doing it again..." she cooed.
He grumbled. "Aren't I allowed to enjoy it?"
A short pause. "I think you're enjoying it a little too much..."
He caught a glimpse down, his loincloth was sufficiently insufficient to hide an increasingly growing problem between his thighs. He blinked. "Kupa I'm so-"
"Sorry?" she purred. "Oh, don't be..." Her paw slid down over his belly fur, and under his loincloth. His eyes went wide.
"K-Kupa?" he squeaked.
"Don't act as if you don't like it." she grinned, her paw making slow, teasing movements under the cloth. Kvennik closed his eyes and his deep, throaty purring returned.
"Yes." he whispered eventually. "I do like it."
Kupa placed the paw that had been under his cloth gently on his chest. For a brief moment she could feel his nervous, heavy heartbeat before she gently pushed Kvennik down until he lay on his back in the grass behind them, he didn't resist her in the slightest.
"Would you also like me to go a little further?" she cooed.
He looked up at Kupa, her body, her form. She had perfect everything, eyes, nose, body, tail... So pristine, untouched by any man. She was attractive. "I would." he whispered back up to her.
She reached down and kissed him, for the briefest of moments their hearts fluttered together as they felt each other's embrace for the first time. The tips of their tongues brushed against each other before Kupa slowly pulled away, and gazed deep into Kvennik's deep, Hazel eyes, shining bright in the firelight. "I love you, Kvennik. And I always have."
"I... Love you too, Kupa."
With a smile she reached back and untied the knot that held her brasserie in place, and let her breasts float down into their natural position, resting softly against her body. They were the mostly the natural brown colour of her fur, but the very insides of them both each held a hemisphere of silver, giving her a little circle of white over her chest.
Next, she untied the cloth around her legs that had hidden her most private of places from the world for so long. She set the cloth loose and cast it aside. She shifted her legs so Kven could see her womanly folds. Like her mammaries she had silver fur on either side of her luscious lips in jagged streaks, running up to the top of her mound to under her groin and out of view.
She took a deep breath of the cool night air, and let it trickle all around her body. She felt spirited, free. Like all of her worldly worries had been cast away along with her clothing. She turned, finally showing herself to the man she loved, the man she desired.
He smiled up at her. "Even more beautiful than I had imagined..."
_ Aww..._ She thought. Then she suddenly realised what he had actually suggested and her smile faded away, and a frown took it's place. She struck his stomach with a paw, not enough to deliberately hurt him but enough for the male to know.
"What was that for!?" he protested, hurt.
"For imagining me naked." she huffed before leaning close and giving him a quick peck on the cheek, "...you naughty dog." She sat back up, spying his loincloth, still around his groin but crumpled to one side, useless. She reached over to remove it, but not before a quick tease with his sheath, coaxing a little bead of silvery pre from his tip. "Yes, yes. In a minute." she murmured to his throbbing manhood, casting his loincloth into the night. She then returned to his member, studying it briefly before looking up to Kvennik. "You're blessed by the spirits, you know that?"
"I get that from time to time..." he smiled, "...like when I met you."
It was true. They'd met in a chapel, not to their own gods but then, they each had an equal sense of curiosity to those sorts of things. "Alright, enough talking. The suspense is killing me." Kupa stated, shifting her hips uncomfortably on the spot.
She quickly clambered over him, manoeuvring herself directly over his throbbing manhood, then carefully brought her womanly folds down over the shaft as she straddled his groin. She felt him fill her passage just as he felt her clamp down around his swollen length. Her nether lips rested against his sheath and belly. Kvennik rested his head back in the grass, and let the overwhelming sensation of their coupling overtake his senses. He lost himself in the tight sensation of her warm, damp folds hugging his stiff, hard member.
Kupa began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against the male. Almost instinctively, he grabbed her curves to keep her steady as she forced herself against him. She fell forward, grabbing his shoulders for her own support. Kupa worked her hips over her lover's own, uttering short pants of quiet, blissful satisfaction as his cock rubbed and flexed within her. Kvennik put his paws onto his mate's rear, steadying her, keeping her as close as possible, feeling the fuzzy fur over her rear. He teased the underside of her clit from behind with a pair of digits. Kupa began to loudly purr as he stimulated the delicate netherlips of her sex on the back of her every thrust.
She leaned closer, her warm, panting breath filled the air between them. "Kven, you have no idea how much I've wanted this from you."
"As did I." he groaned in reply.
"Take me."
Kvennik took a hold of her thighs, and carefully rolled his lover onto her back. He gazed into the soft orange reflection of the fire dance in her eyes as she lay below him. "I love you." she smiled.
"And I, you, Kupa my dear, sweet love."
She reached up and stroked his cheek. "I know you've been holding your knot back from me." she cooed, "Please don't."
Kvennik's body relaxed, and Kupa felt the soft bulge of the underside of his manhood start to swell within her, pressing hard against her passage, joining them together. "Thank you, my love." she moaned as his knot reached it's peak.
He softly kissed her. Kupa's heart jumped inside her chest as his lips met hers, she returned his smooth, kind kiss with her own, wrapping her arms around his body. She never wanted this moment to end, she and Kvennik, lovingly joined in each other's arms, each others lips, their very bodies, minds.
Kvennik slowly broke away and slow opened his eyes, and smiled. Kupa took a paw from his shoulder and began to toy with the male's hanging sheath, just between his thighs. His eyes closed again and he let her stimulate his own genitals, her fingers delicate and light, never hard or rough, only soft and gentle. He opened his mouth and uttered a silent sigh of pleasure.
Kupa felt his sheath become more and more tight against his body as she continued. He was becoming closer to release, but she was not. Giving his globes a final pat, she released them from her paw. Kvennik moved closer to her, enough so she could wrap her legs around his buttocks.
Kvennik started to press and thrust his hips against her warm, moist sex. His knot held fast within Kupa, tugging and pulling on her sensitive walls, enticing her to squirm under his body and moan his name into his ear. He grunted as he felt his sheath contract, and his release start. With a sudden gush of his seed, his warm fluid rushes into her womb. Kupa shuddered with the rippling of her own climax deep from within her belly.
For a brief moment they became each other's entire world as they shared their release, together.
He stroked the velvet-like fur on her back as the last of his seed left his body to join hers. He carefully lay himself over her body, placing his muzzle over her shoulder.
She buried her muzzle into his own shoulder fur and nuzzled him lovingly...
***
After some time, the two lay by the embers of their fire, still bare from their intimate passion. Kupa lay next to Kvennik on her side, with her finger trailing stereotypically over his chest. She turned to the male.
"Am I more important then your possessions now?"
Kvennik pulled a sly smile. "What's the difference?"
She gave him a disgusted look and playfully elbowed his chest.
He laughed. "Just kidding."
***
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