The Story Behind Paradise--Jazzwolf Gift
One of Jazzwolf's amazing works, coupled with his sweet romance to his mate Sardonis (deusexbestia), inspired me to write up this story to give the image a backstory. You can see the aforementioned piece here on Yiffstar ( http://www.yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=25380 ), and be sure to check out his amazing stuff while you're there. Seriously.
Apologies for the extra paragraph spacing. Trying to write things to be posted both here and FA is, well....trying.
Though it was a moderately cool evening on the tropical coast, Jazz found that his swim trunks felt stiflingly warm in the humid air of the South Pacific. He turned onto his side on the striped towel that separated him from the sand--it was extra-large-sized, since he was a rather tall wolf as they go--so as to have less of his body trapping humid air between the warm grains and his fur; the chain around his neck jingled faintly as it settled into the new orientation. He sighed, noting the sun's slow descent towards the horizon. It would be evening soon, and it was time for a local festival, so the lanterns strung amongst the trees over his head were likely to come on any time.
He was there on vacation with his mate--a wolf-tiger hybrid named Sardonis, who he'd found himself amazingly in love with after a remarkably short time knowing him. It felt so natural and happy, though--he wasn't about to complain about it for a second. They'd decided after a few weeks of rather hectic work that some time off and a change of place was called for, and so they'd flown down to these balmy islands for the special festival. Though jet-setting wasn't exactly Jazz' favorite activity--the cramped cabins never had enough space for someone of his size--the weekend in paradise would be worth the expense.
He blinked into the bright light, and noticed that a silhouette in motion could be seen interspersed amidst the brilliant radiance of the sun. He squinted as a faint breeze began to play across the beach--to keep out as much light as possible, so that he could make out the shadow, as well as to keep out any sand grains that might get picked up by the moving air.
As though borne upon the tropical breeze, the shadow moved out of the sun's path as it grew nearer, and from it resolved his mate. The wolger, like Jazz, was exquisitely, massively chiseled, and as such, definitely one hunky piece of sizzling manflesh. His spiky hair splayed and waved in the faint wind, completing the advertisement-worthy scene.
This was not to say that it was clich, or cheesy; advertisements are made to be attractive, and even though a large amount of affinity already existed between the two of them, the exotic moment toyed with the fringes of Jazz' subconscious, drawing him into it more deeply.
Jazz slowly got up, coming to his feet as Sardonis drew near. The wolger stopped briefly, his eyes meeting Jazz' with an ephemeral smile playing upon his face, before he slowly strode closer. Jazz' arms reached up slightly to embrace his mate.
A small purr found its way into Jazz' chest through their hug. "I'm glad you missed me already," said the wolger in his arms.
Jazz buried his nose under the wolger's chin--Sardonis was a pinch taller than his lupine mate--and inhaled the familiar smell of the wolger's fur, mixed with diminutive traces of salt and sand. "Mmm, how could I not?" His nose meandered a bit around the various tissue prominences there. "It's hard enough seeing enough of you with our work."
Sardonis tilted his head sideways a bit, scritching the big wolf's chin with his index finger. "That's why we came all the way out here, silly. Work's a thousand miles away, and I'm right here with ya. How about we make the most of it, tiger?" The name was an endearing term from the wolger; it was a crafted irony because of the two of them, Jazz was the one lacking stripes.
Jazz smiled toothily. "I like the sound of that. How about we head back to the room and get real close, just to be sure?" His paw ranged lightly down to the wolger's firm rear and gave it a deft squeeze.
The wolger smiled devilishly back, his lips sliding to one side with intent. "Oh, I think we've traveled long enough to get here. Why don't we just do that here?" One of the wolger's hands cascaded down the edge of Jazz' lower abs and along the shorts-encased boundaries of the big wolf's sheath in response.
Though Jazz' role as the more submissive partner in the relationship made him hesitant to question Sardonis' request, this was still technically a semi-public place. "Uh, are ya sure about that, mate? I mean, it's kinda open here?"
Sardonis merely tossed his head aside nonchalantly. "The celebration for that festival thing is due to start over in the resort square any minute. Everyone's gonna be over there, capitalizing on the free drinks and food--it'd be a miracle if anyone was even out here to see us, assuming they could in the first place."
As though on cue, the lanterns blinked on; apparently they were all wired to a central circuit breaker, as other strings of them flicked into glow simultaneously, and Jazz assumed it was likely that the many other strings of lanterns he'd seen around all parts of the resort had done the same. And it was also true that the beach was basically empty as far as the eye could see; the cove they'd chosen was somewhat secluded by its arrangement, and people had been leaving it as the sun descended for the well-announced festivities in the square since several hours previous, when light hors d'oeuvres began being served as the resort staff prepared for the event. The natural rolling of the sands and the palm trees scattered about provided additional cover--Sardonis was apparently correct about surmising that not very many people would be here.
Jazz licked his chops. "Well, that's fine by me, then?what do you want us to do?" His tail wagged as he looked up at Sardonis with an innocent but eager affect.
"Hmm?" The options ran through Sardonis' head briefly before he settled on one set. "Well, since I'm on vacation mostly to get away from work, I think I'll let you do all the handpower here, but?" he let his gaze grow intentionally far-off, "since it is a special occasion and all, I think I'll let you take me with that freakishly huge wang of yours while you're at it, just for kicks. Less work for me, again."
Jazz could scarcely believe his happy little ears. As the submissive partner, he only rarely was awarded the opportunity to penetrate his mate, regardless of circumstances. "Really? Thanks, man--I'll make sure it's worth your time!"
The wolger released Jazz and kicked off his sandals next to the towel, reclining on it leisurely. "Why don't you first start with sucking me off a bit? I think I want my pump primed in advance, and I'm sure you'll oblige."
Jazz courteously removed his own sandals a little further away, just so that they wouldn't get in the way, and then knelt next to the wolger. He began nuzzling Sardonis' rippling torso, occasionally giving a lick when he thought it applicable, his one hand caressing the wolger's form almost as though worshipping its masculine beauty, while the other sat lightly upon Sardonis' waistband. Jazz was a sucker for abs, and as such he loved the fact that his mate had plenty of them to go around. He enjoyed their shape with his senses for a while.
Then he began to introduce faint nibbles, expanding the regions that he was administering attention to all the way up to the edges of the wolger's pectorals. At the same time, he began to sneak his one paw downward, lightly finger-clambering around his mate's sheath until his palm was centered over it, at which point he began to grope and massage it carefully through the fabric of Sardonis' board shorts. He was rewarded and encouraged as Sardonis placed his paw between Jazz' shoulders affectionately--Jazz knew he must have been doing it right.
As a few moments passed, he could feel the meat in Sardonis' sheath engorge itself under his hand, and the smell of the wolger's arousal began to waft faintly to Jazz' sensitive nose. Swinging into action, he worked his way down his mate's torso, until finally he reached the waistband line of the wolger's board shorts. Then he raised his mouth, placing one hand on the wolger's abs and the other around his scrotal sac as he hungrily went after the fabric-encased sheath in front of him. Using a deft combination of suction, licking, muzzle tension, and careful tooth application, he pleasured the wolger even though he'd not even begun to undress him yet.
It surprised Jazz to hear a happy murr from his mate; usually in foreplay Sardonis was fairly reserved, in keeping with his role. Still, even without that encouragement, he would have been able to tell that his treatment was working, because Sardonis' erection continued to increase in size under his ministrations.
Sardonis, of course, was loving it. Normally he'd have been undressed by the time Jazz had gotten to his cock--saliva could stain nicer fabrics, but the board shorts would be fine--but this through-clothing oral work was a lot more amazing than he'd anticipated. Jazz was always talented at using his mouth to pleasure, that much was certain, but Sardonis realized that he'd have to have Jazz do this again some time--he'd never known how much he'd been missing. He'd intentionally released his sound of enjoyment to let Jazz know how phenomenal it was; the two of them were used to the understatement that accompanied their dominant-submissive bond.
Soon Sardonis' shaft-tip was escaping from the waistband that restrained its progress. He and Jazz were both quite well-endowed, without a doubt, and so Jazz realized that his method of approach wasn't going to last long. So, when it became apparent that moving on was the way to go, he slipped one hand into Sardonis' waistband on either hip and smoothly slid them down to the wolger's knees. The wolger's heavy puppymaker raised itself elastically, held against gravity by the pressure of the large hybrid's blood.
It was a prize that Jazz was always happy to work with, no matter the orifices or appendages involved, and he hungrily took it into his mouth. Its familiar flavor greeted him, and he set to work bobbing his head up and down, muzzle applying amounts of suction that fluctuated as dictated by Jazz' skill and knowledge of what Sardonis liked. He took care to occasionally murr happily with it in his mouth, knowing that the sensation was one his mate enjoyed, along with the fact that it fit his position as the submissive partner.
The wolger laid back, attempting to look nonplussed as was his role, but in truth he actually always loved it when Jazz fellated him. Jazz' incredible aptitude for applying his mouth in creatively stimulating ways was undebatable and indescribable, but that didn't mean that Sardonis didn't savor it to the fullest. The enthusiasm that Jazz put into it was also part of what turned the wolger on--a submissive didn't have to be a cowering waif, and Jazz was certainly far from that--as it was as though the hunky wolf was supplicating to taste and savor his dominant partner's cock, and now enjoying it as though a tangible need motivated him. The wolger placed one of his hands on the back of Jazz' head, often pushing the wolf's head down further; Jazz always effortlessly deep-throated the massive meat, and sometimes would even disrupt his normal bobbing rhythm to hold it in place, lashing his tongue around the shaft encased in his moist muzzle.
The only problem with this kind of thing was that Jazz was always so very good at it that Sardonis couldn't last long without an orgasm. The combined stimulation of the wolf's talented muzzle and tongue, combined with the conceptual high provided by his role, always rent Sardonis' control into little pieces. So it was a matter of a few minutes' time before he felt climactic tension building in his loins, and when it happened, he knew he had to move things on if he didn't want to be a pile of jelly for the next part. Besides--he'd been without orgasm for several days now, thanks to his hectic schedule, and he wanted to make what he'd saved up the absolute best it could be.
So he wove his hands into the wolf's hair and pulled up carefully but with assertiveness. Jazz, recognizing the cue, glanced up at Sardonis and nodded, and was about to get into a position to be penetrated, when he remembered that things would be a little different this time.
The wolf sat back on his heels. "So?how would you like me to do this, Sar?"
The tiger stretched his arms as though he'd simply been resting on the towel without a care in the world, even though his loins tingled with the leftover sensations they'd been experiencing. "Well, you did alright, so I'll let you indulge your canine heritage and we'll do this doggie-style. Heck, I have some of that in me, too." He methodically turned himself over, exaggerating his lack of hurriedness as though Jazz had nothing better to do than to wait for him, and would do it gladly.
Jazz was practically wiggling inside with glee; while sex with Sardonis was always great, he usually didn't get to have his own meat stimulating that much, and practically never to the degree that he'd get to this evening. He reveled in watching the wolger's striped body languidly assume the position in question, and became reminded of how fortunate he was to have such a fine specimen as his mate.
Finally Sardonis flicked his tail upward as he settled into place. "Well, don't just sit there. Make this worth my time here."
Jazz' mouth happily fell open, tongue panting slightly with anticipation. He whisked off Sardonis' shorts completely this time with one hand, while using the other to give himself a quick grope before removing his own. He was already in a somewhat plump state from the erotic situation he was in, but he hadn't allowed himself to go to full staff yet; now it would be a good thing to have. An idea came to his mind as he scrabbled into place behind Sardonis; the timing was perfect. While Jazz had plenty of length on his rod, it was still slowly lumbering into its normal fully-erect state at the moment, and so he quickly slipped all of what had already escaped his sheath into Sardonis' rear, which wasn't especially difficult considering that it was still quite flexible at the time.
The move surprised Sardonis. He'd been expecting a rather slow but potently stimulating penetration by the massive meat he knew the wolf possessed; instead, he felt something still notable of size but with far less resistance than usual slide fairly smoothly into him in a rather accommodating fashion. This was not to say that he didn't like it, but it was certainly a surprise at the moment. "What are you doing back there, pup?"
Jazz rubbed his hair in half-serious embarrassment. "Oh, just something I think you'll like. I hope it's alright with you?"
The wolger shook his head slightly. "Well, alright, but it had better work, whatever it is."
"I'm pretty sure it will!" Jazz crowed, sounding enthusiastically optimistic. And he could feel it working; his erection was continuing to throb towards its full size, and the sensation of it slowly pressing its way into the wolger, forcing tissues out of its way inside and Jazz' sheath to retract on the exterior.
Sardonis began to notice the unusual sensation, too; it was almost like being delved into almost infinitesimally slowly, and because he couldn't tell from the sensation alone when it was going to stop, it almost felt like it might go on forever. The slow expansion was mind-bending in its simplicity combined with its remarkable potency of sensation.
Jazz continued to keep his groin pressed firmly against Sardonis' rear to ensure that all of his erection remained inside as it expanded, with his hands he gave the wolger a sensual back rub, kneading the chiseled contours of its surface. The sensation of being embedded and yet growing inside his mate was intoxicating, and he let his tongue loll sideways as he inclined his head with the enjoyment.
It took a bit, but eventually Jazz' meat came to its full 15 inches. Sardonis peered behind himself at the wolf: "Y'know, that was strange, but you did good. Now get a move on and fuck me proper, kay?"
"Yes sir!" Jazz removed a hand from Sardonis' back to give a comical salute, and then began to withdraw his vein-ensconced shaft from inside his mate. With 15 inches to work with, he had plenty of room to utilize, but he didn't want to pull it out entirely now that he was inside in the first place, and so he pushed back in.
His first several thrust cycles were methodical and perhaps a bit slow. Sardonis, however, was the one who'd been hankering for high-powered stimulation thanks to Jazz' talented oral play, and so he let the wolf know about it: "Don't just pussy-foot around with your big old wang. You're a right muscular pup, now rut me like a man!"
Though it wasn't something Jazz often got to do, instinct rather than habit let him know precisely what to do. He placed his feet farther back, raising his knees slightly off the ground to gain leverage and power from his legs. Doing so inclined his head over Sardonis' back, but Jazz was pretty sure that was alright; he still braced his hands upon the prominences of the wolger's hips, even with the change in position. Now he had more effective force with his movements and could thrust faster, and by all means he certainly did so. Employing the length and girth of his puppymaker well, he gyrated intensely into his mate.
Sardonis reveled in the increased stimulation for a bit, his own erection bobbing slightly with the force of each thrust into his rear, but as the arousal began to plateau he craved more. He let it be for a few moments before piping up: "Dammit, Jazz, I said I wanted you to fuck me senseless! Get to work!" While he was, in fact, enjoying it rather well and had no reason to dislike Jazz' performance so far, as the dominant partner he knew it was his role to give orders like that, and that it would get Jazz' submissive side flared into action, eager and willing to serve his master.
And Jazz certainly did. He moved his feet further back, placing them at a much greater extension than before, and leaned his back down until he was practically pressed against Sardonis' back. The angle made hanging onto the wolger's hips impractical, and so he groped for a handhold before eventually entwining his left arm around his mate's chest and clasping onto his right collarbone and shoulder. His right he pressed against the wolger's thigh, giving him a pull and push setup for both directions of his pistoning. He kicked up the force of his thrusts as high as he could fathom, letting primal rhythm set in and dictate a frenetic pace. The aroma of Jazz' musk, fanned into the air by his movements, mingled with that of Sardonis, filling the air with the scent of passionate need.
Now his loins were thudding against Sardonis' rear with each thrust--the wolger was surprised at first with how mighty each pounding was--and the slurping sound of Jazz' mighty cock could be occasionally heard as it cascaded in and out of the wolger's insides. Sardonis couldn't keep up his cool and collected affect in the face of this incredible onslaught of passion; his mouth hung open and he began to pant faintly as a smile played at the corners of his mouth with the enjoyment he was experiencing.
Jazz' teeth were clenched as he focused on banging the beast below him with every ounce of intensity he could muster. He wasn't used to the staggering amount of stimulation it rendered him, however, and he could tell that he wouldn't last long before orgasm. Though he didn't know it, his mate was in the same boat on that one (simply on the receiving end of it, which of course was rare for the wolger just as penetration was rare for the wolf), and climax thundered down into their midst relatively unhindered, swelling the knots they both possessed upon their erections to immense widths.
Sardonis' mixed feline and canine heritage caused him to give something in between a howl and a roar--it ended up being more of a yell, really--as orgasm seized control of his mind and body. His shaft, flailing to and fro from the might of Jazz' repeating impacts, delivered cannonades of the wolger's seed this way and that, pulsing clear past the towel and the wolger's head and onto the tropical sands, onto the wolger's torso and supporting arms, and even onto the arm Jazz was using to retain his hold upon the wolger.
As he did, the combination of the conceptual stimulation of the wolger's orgasm and the convulsive contraction of the wolger's passages around Jazz' gargantuan shaft ripped him across the orgasmic threshold, causing him to instinctively jam his knot past the wolger's tight ring, and sending a howl coursing out of the wolf's massive chest as his luminescent essence did the same inside his mate. There was scarcely any room in there for it, considering how much was taken up by the shaft itself, and some of the glowing jizz found its way back out around the wolf's knot, leaking out onto the towel and the tiger's rear thighs.
They sat there for a bit afterwards, still tied together by Jazz' knot and in the same intertwined position, striving to regain their breath and composure but basking in the glory of afterglow. It was a while before Sardonis spoke: "It took you a while, but I have to say you finally got it there in the end. Good job, pup."
Jazz relaxed his head against the wolger's upper back. "Thanks, hon-...I'm glad that you liked it, and thank you for letting me do it--and you, I guess."
The wolger chuckled. "Keep that up and you may get the chance more often. But don't count on it...we'll have to see how things go."
The sound of someone yelling from afar if things were alright filtered over the sands to their ears. They froze, realizing that their howls had likely been heard. Thinking quickly, Jazz hurriedly picked up Sardonis (it would have been hard for most, but Jazz was quite a strong wolf), still tied to his knot, and held him close as he dashed the two of them into the water and down towards a pier.
When he decided the coast was clear, he turned back around and saw a matronly-looking tabby in resort staff uniform looking around near where they'd just been. She evidently couldn't see them near the pier, or didn't think to look there, as she shortly turned around and went back.
"That was close!" said Jazz, genuine relief in his voice.
Sardonis tweaked the wolf's nose lightly. "Next time I'll have to remember about that knot of yours. Makes escape a little trickier, doesn't it?"
The two chuckled. They spent some time there as the moon slowly rose, kissing and chatting about nothing of any great import, as they waited for Jazz' knot to recede; once it did, they leisurely made their way back to the beach and collected their gear, putting their sandals and shorts back on before joining the festival party briefly. Then, as the sensation of evening began to set in, they returned to their room, cuddled together in the warm tropical night as sleep slowly prepared them for the rest of their weekend in the island paradise. Jazz' last thought as he slowly dipped into dreamland was simply that if the weekend went as it had thus far, there would be quite a lot of fun to be had with his mate.