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If this damn storm gets any worse, Desmond thought with an air of desperation, tugging closed the hooded leather coat he wore, a simple garment fashioned from cowhide, yet it sloughed off the rain with considerable ease. Despite the utter blackness of the night, his way was lit by the nearly constant strobe of the lightning - the deafening booming of thunder was tolerable so long as he could see. I can smell him, I'd know that scent anywhere, he thought with growing excitement, yet his heart sank when he neared the creek. "Dammit," Desmond uttered, his voice inaudible over the crashing thunder and pouring rain - with no way around his predicament, he trudged across the creek, resisting the pull of the ordinarily gentle waters and the sucking of the wet sand bed. When he emerged from the cold waters on the other side, he smelled that wolvar scent stronger than ever, for not even the downpour of rain could beat that scent away; that was how much Suel lingered in those parts. Desmond followed his nose, finding it more reliable than his eyes or his ears, and in time, it took him to the den; it could have been a den that belonged to wild wolves who would've gleefully disemboweled him, yet Desmond took a chance - anything was better than standing in the rain. He walked down into the nook, past the den's threshold, and what he saw was most promising - a door. Rapping upon it with a soaked paw, he waited and waited, and any number of scenarios played out in his head; what if this isn't it? What if he's asleep? What if he's not there? But the door swung in, and Desmond saw the familiar, friendly face of Suel, rendered incredulous but not angered. "You poor thing," Suel said with that typical druid reserve, ushering the soaked, mysterious creature inside; he couldn't see the traveler's face for the hood, and he missed the telltale tail that followed the foxcoon everywhere. The druid shut his door, and he led the no-doubt weary creature into the cuddly, cozy warmth of his den.

"You're safe here," Suel said reassuringly, but not to the point that he was attempting to coddle the stranger. "If you'd like, you can take off your clothes and let them dry - nobody would mind your nudity here, I assure you," he chuckled, kneeling down to add a log to his den's crude, yet effective fireplace; with the wolvar's back turned, Desmond took off the coat, revealing his face. When the druid turned around, he was stricken by the beauty of the blonde-haired vixen he saw - and then he blurted a name. "Desmond!" It was an unreal moment; better than a year had passed since he'd laid eyes upon that fox with the 'coon's mask, yet he could never forget. Suel cared not that Desmond was soaked and reeking of wet fur; he latched on to the handsome tod in a close, affectionate embrace, and they shared a meeting of lips, one followed by impish, dull smiles. "Forgive me, Suel," Desmond said, gently freeing himself from the wolvar's arms; he took the moment to shed the remainder of his soaked clothing, which Suel laid near the fire to dry. Desmond stood comfortably nude, not at all bashful in his natural form, and Suel certainly didn't mind the sight. "I meant to come sooner, yet I was occupied with some of those brutes from the camp due west of here." Immediately, Suel knew of whom Desmond spoke; Kavaj the tauren and his band of warriors, no-doubt trying to capture Desmond for use as a sexual plaything; the druid thought to share that revelation with Desmond, but in a far-off corner of his mind, he didn't think it would be a good idea - telling a fox that a group of large, ruthless men wanted to fuck him incessantly would have likely been the last he'd ever see of the tod. "I spent most of the day evading them. I'd go so far as to call it cat and mouse," he said with a strangely wry grin on his lips - Suel couldn't help but grin back. That's just like a fox to enjoy being chased, he thought. "They gave up when the storm rolled in. Of course, by that time, I'd gotten myself lost... It's been a very tiresome night," Desmond conceded, sitting down by the fire with a tired groan.

Suel knelt behind Desmond, and he offered a gentle, friendly comfort to the tod; a shoulder rub. Desmond took it graciously, but it was not meant to last, for one of the objects of Suel's affections padded quietly into the main chamber of the den; formerly asleep in the darker, more secluded and quiet side chamber, Erya the bear was eager to see what had entered - and to say she was interested in what she found was an understatement. "And what has my wolvar taken in on his mercy this damp night?" she asked with narrowed eyes, but a coy smile - a very playful look. Desmond looked to the four-legged creature with unease and uncertainty, but Suel met her query with a disarming chuckle and a slightly possessive squeeze around Desmond's upper body. "A friend of mine, my dear," the wolvar said, beckoning the bear closer. A squat, endearingly pudgy creature, as any bear was apt to be, Erya tentatively stepped closer to the foxcoon, playing off of his unease and fidgeting by showing her teeth and butting her muzzle into his chest. Desmond had good reason to be afraid of the bear; it was that very kind of animal which tried to disembowel him a year prior, the very event that led to his and Suel's friendship - to meet another bear in Suel's den brought it full circle, an observation not lost on Desmond. "Er, forgive me, miss," Desmond bleated, keeping his paws to himself; he leaned back into Suel's body for reassurance, and the wolvar did all he could to give it. "Desmond, I would like you to meet Erya - my mate. She shares this den with me. And Erya, this handsome tod is Desmond. He's the one I told you about, whom I rescued and let rest here such a long time ago." Erya studied the vulpine closely, scrutinizing him intently - and when she was done giving him a visual inspection, she snuffled and sniffed him haphazardly. First, she pressed her nose into the fluff of his chest, and then into his belly, then his throat, afterward into an ear, and finally, unabashedly, his groin - and that was when Desmond yelped and flailed. "Ah, I-I think I should, maybe, sleep outside tonight," he blurted out, his face lit with a vibrant blush, his ears flat against his skull; Erya laid where she'd once stood - on top of Desmond's drying clothing - and huffed. "You told me he was nothing but willing with you, Suel," she pouted, folding her forepaws, laying her chin atop them. "Some fox..."

Desmond shot Suel an accusing glance, one Suel met with a friendly smile and a shrug. What did you expect? We're very close, Suel wanted to say, but he couldn't find the nerve to, and besides that, Desmond was adorably flustered by Erya's advances. He recalled the twink fox asking curiously about bestiality; was that night to be a new chapter in the tod's sex life? "Erya, please, Desmond is a little uneasy about certain things," Suel said, his tone exhibiting no bias in any one word, but still Erya knew precisely what he meant. She grinned and rose to her feet - spurring Desmond to do the same, freeing himself from Suel's gentle embrace - and she walked closer to the tod, walking him back until she had him cornered against the den's wall. "Just because I don't walk on two legs, you're afraid to play with me?" she asked, grinning more and more at Desmond's increasingly uneasy expression and vibrant blushing. "Ah, n-no?" Desmond squeaked, doing all he could not to hurt Erya's feelings, but they were in no danger - teasing was always a good time. She would have enjoyed if he gave in and chose to have his way with her, but making him sweat was almost as much fun as sex. "Oh, okay," she said, straightening her expression out, removing all traces of malice from it, "then you'd like to fuck me, yes?" She spoke so matter-of-factually that Desmond nearly agreed, but he shook his head - Suel just watched from the side, giving in to a more mischievous side, resisting the urge to bail Desmond out, for even a druid was entitled to some evil pleasures, especially harmless ones. "Well, Desmond, it must be one or the other," Erya said flatly, sitting down before the fox, gazing intently into his eyes. "If you don't want me at all, then say so. I'll leave you alone - promise." She batted her eyelashes endearingly to the fox, and then she flashed him a small, cute smile; Desmond blushed and froze. He opened his mouth to say I don't, but he couldn't. Instead, all that escaped was a wheeze, a half-hearted attempt to start talking, cut short by uncertain lust. Erya grinned.

Rising to her feet again, displaying striking grace for such a burly creature, Erya padded closer to the twinkish foxcoon, and she gently bumped her snout into the tod's stomach. "You poor, tongue-tied little fox," she cooed, her voice dripping with fake, syrupy sympathy. "If you could just say no, all of this teasing that you obviously don't like would just end," the bear continued, the short tuft of her tail wagging enticingly over her broad hindquarters. Desmond's sheath was swollen, its' fluff-furred flesh engorged with blood, the precursor to an erection - Erya was more than familiar with such anatomy, for Suel had just the same. She momentarily gazed upon the tod's sheath, and then she glanced up at his pensive, blushing features; he was positively tiny by comparison to her, and though he was taller by a foot, his frame was incredibly frail next to the bear's own. As such, the look on his face and his skittish behavior could have very well been genuine fear, but not with his shaft preparing to emerge; Desmond was simply turned on. In a moment of extra aggression, Erya slowly dragged her long, broad tongue across the tod's thigh and hip, the edges of said tongue just brushing the vulpine's scrotum. Though largely benign, the sensual slurp made him shudder and whine; from the side, grinning more than ever, but showing no teeth, Suel watched with crude delight. "Rrf," Desmond grunted, momentarily pursing his lips, "all right." Erya's features twisted into a coy smile, and she gently bumped her cool nose into the vulpine's sheath. "Mmm, what was that, cute fox?" she chucked, threatening to engulf the entirety of the tod's genitals in her large maw, including the vibrantly pink length of his shaft which had begun to emerge. Desmond wanted nothing more than that mouth - and beyond that, he wanted the bear in worse ways. "I want you," he said in a louder, but very resigned tone, as though he were ashamed - but in Suel's company, there was nothing to be ashamed of. In truth, the wolvar was surprised his foxcoon friend had resisted Erya's wiles as long as he did.

With Desmond's back against the wall, Erya parted her jaws and she allowed the tod's genitalia inside; not content with just his knotted shaft, she took in the length of his penis, his sheath, and his balls - and on top of that, just to show off and tease the twink a step further, she dragged her long tongue beneath his sack and across the quivering pucker of his tail hole. The pleasure Desmond got made him shudder and groan in an almost animalistic manner, and with uncertain dominance, he rested his paws on the back of her head. Desmond would have likely been content with the humid warmth of Erya's maw and the taboo sexuality of having a four-legged creature - even if she could speak and think like himself - but it was not Erya's style to "just" please somebody; if an individual was worthy of her attention, then they got everything. Sealing her jowls around the tod's groin, the pretty bear began sucking and gulping, treating the entirety of the handsome, silk-haired fox's privates to a very rough and ruthless muzzle job. Desmond winced and whined, and he freely fell slack against the wall, allowing it to hold him up. He closed his eyes, and briefly, his paws fumbled for purchase on the bear's head - and he found it with her horns, which he firmly held onto. It was not his intention to control the domineering bear, and indeed, she wouldn't have tolerated any such behavior anyway - he was simply holding on for the ride.

With skill practiced upon Suel - suddenly, Desmond knew why he always seemed to be smiling - Erya treated Desmond to a cocksucking that wouldn't soon be topped; it was enough to make a fox like himself proud. "That feels so good," Desmond unnecessarily groaned, at the same time flattening his ears against his skull in a gesture of outspoken pleasure. "I'm sure it does," Suel cooed, breaking his silence, reminding Desmond of his presence. "My love Erya is very good at what she does. You're a lucky tod to earn her lust." The tod glanced over to Suel; the wolvar had since begun stroking himself off, having shed his robe to do so. Though Erya's behind was entirely prone, and though the bear wouldn't have minded his participation in the least, Suel was content to let Desmond have her to himself - though double-teaming his lovely bear with Desmond could certainly be a fun activity for later. "I think I'm gonna cum already," Desmond groaned, craning his head back and closing his eyes in an expression of sexual bliss. "I've never been sucked off quite like this before," he said with honesty, afterward shooting Suel a glance and a rueful smile. Suel returned the smile, and he let his stroking paw slow down a little bit; he didn't want to get off so soon, not when Erya would be making use of Desmond for so much time to come.

Very slowly, so as to tease the tod yet further, Erya parted her jaws and pulled back. Desmond's penis glistened with thick, slobbery bear saliva, but the fur of his sheath and his balls was completely matted down, similarly saturated and dripping. "Ahh, don't stop, please, Erya," Desmond quietly begged, his words laced with a pitiful whine. Erya licked over her lips and her nose, and then she backpedaled a few steps, giving Desmond room to move away from the wall. Within a few seconds, he did - and then the bear pounced him. Making full use of her weight and bulk over the twink fox, Erya knocked him to the floor and pinned him. At first, she stood over him face-to-face, and she pressed her lips to his in a cute kiss, one Desmond returned with a soft blush. Gently, but in a clear contrast to that endearing, benign affection, she rubbed the dripping, swollen flesh of her cunt to his shaft, putting much of the weight of her hips into it. Desmond thought she might make his legs go numb, but he could feel the tingling pleasure of flesh on flesh, and that was all he needed - but if he thought it was so simple, he had clearly not been paying attention to Erya's antics. "Does that feel gooood, Desmond?" she cooed with blatant seduction, peppering his lips with a few more kisses as punctuation. "Mmh, ahh, yes ma'am," the tod groaned, his lust palpable, the pleasure on his face blatant and endearing. "I bet it does," she grinned, grinding down a little bit harder - she pinned the tod's length against his stomach in such a way that she could rub her tender, pink pussy lips against it, but it had no hope of entering her, not unless she stood up first. "Rrr, you don't know how much I'd like to be fucked by you, cute fox, to have your big, pink knot inside of me," Erya gushed, dragging her tongue across his neck and chin in a predatory manner. "Then let me fuck you?" Desmond asked, his voice small and inoffensive as he delivered that suggestion - Erya smiled pleasantly. The naive ones were always the cutest.

When Erya stood, Desmond expected - and most definitely hoped - that the bear would impale herself on his shaft. Instead, in a surprisingly graceful motion, she turned and let her hindquarters hang over his head, her tight tail hole and sweet, pink cunt in plain view. Desmond was remarkably bashful, rendered speechless, and so Erya simply lowered herself, so slowly as to be dramatic and teasing. Desmond could have sat up and tasted her flesh sooner, but he waited like a good boy, and at last, with perfect alignment, his black button nose kissed up to the delectable split of her pussy. Harder than ever, near the bear's maw, his shaft throbbed; Erya gently nuzzled and licked it, but she lavished it with nowhere near the intensity she did before, for it was Desmond's turn to return the favor. He began slowly, at first only lapping and kissing upon the outer flesh of her folds and the pink, tender button of her clitoris, but his ministrations escalated in time. He wrapped his slender arms around the fine curve of her ass, and he began slipping his tongue deep inside of her snatch, lapping over tender, demure flesh better suited to a frail virgin than a burly, thick bear. "Ooh, he's so good with his tongue," Erya cooed, not necessarily to Suel, but it was he who answered her sweet nothing. "Indeed he does," chuckled the wolvar, stroking himself harder and quicker, licking his lips and nose in obvious pleasure and lewd voyeurism. "I've had his lips around my cock - he's good at that. I can only imagine how that tongue feels inside of you, my love." Erya briefly bit her lip, and then she flashed Suel a knowing grin, one lit with a blush. "Let's just say this fox had better come back here more than once a year - if he doesn't, I'll come find him, and I'll fuck the daylights out of him in the middle of town." Desmond blushed and Suel laughed, but Erya was anything but playful when she said it. Suel knew very well that if that bear decided she wanted something, especially something sexual, nothing would keep her away from it.

Desmond took a calculated risk, and he slid one of his padded digits into the snug pucker of the bear's tail hole, sinking it up to the knuckle. Erya briefly gasped, but it ultimately made her shudder and moan. "Rrr, kinky - I like this fox, Suel. Can I keep him?" she grinned to the wolvar, afterward treating the vulpine's shaft to a few more laps and kisses. "Every good adventurer needs a pet," Suel mused, lacing his words with a coy chuckle, "but I think Desmond would like to retain his freedom. A wanderer never settles, after all." Erya pouted, but with the handsome tod lapping so far in her deepest reaches, fingering the snug orifice of her tail hole like so, she couldn't stay upset even if she tried. "Mmm, I'd be satisfied with visits now and again," she said with a dreamy sigh, grinding her cunt down a little bit harder on the tod's face, smothering him to some degree, but he didn't seem to mind; being forced to breathe only the bear's scent was rendering him lightheaded and blissful, and he was certainly enjoying that sexual high. He did want to fuck Erya, and that was a mutual feeling, but the bear was not about to interrupt such a skilled licking; she wasn't stupid by any means. With his strokes growing more sloppy and content, Desmond dragged the broad and sinfully long muscle of his tongue across every inch of the bear's snug passage, assaulting her deep, moist pink in ways even Suel, with his familiarity of the bear, could not easily reach. Though Erya had been largely composed up to that point, she began to pant and subtly whimper, her orgasm fast on its' way, all thanks to the tod. Though covering his snout in her juices - and nearly drowning him, on that note - would've been fun, Erya had been spoiled by the dominant feature of the canine penis, thanks to Suel; put simply, she wanted to be knotted, and she made this desire apparent by pulling up and off of the lazy tod's dampened snout. With obvious reluctance, Desmond withdrew his tongue, and he similarly removed his digit from the bear's rump. "Mmh, here, Desmond," she cooed, walking but a few steps away before dropping to her belly, her needing cunt in plain view to him. "I'm all yours, cute fox..."

Desmond was still dreamy and lightheaded, but he knew that what he wanted was his for the taking. The tod sat up, then moved to his knees, and in a smooth motion, he scooted closer to the bear's hindquarters. "I should hope so," Desmond growled with surprising masculinity in his tone, clutching his penis and a handful of the bear's hip. Four-legged animals were a new one for him, but he felt entirely natural as he entered Erya's tight cunt and sank into her humid, hot depths; he shuddered and groaned, the sound of his pleasure exceeding Erya's throaty, resounding rumble. As his knot pressed flush to the parted folds of Erya's dripping pussy, Desmond released his pink shaft, and he chose to then hold the bear's hips in both of his paws; he dug his fingers into the well-groomed, yet coarse fur there, and he started to fuck that thick ursine. Though a slight creature, not at all pudgy as Suel was, Desmond proved himself to be a competent dominant; the sight of the handsome, silk-haired tod fucking Erya with such skill made Suel reconsider the way he'd pigeonholed the twink fox. Though Erya was never silent during sex, always moaning, huffing, and offering strongly-worded encouragements, Suel could tell when she was really into it - and it was as plain as the night was gloomy that she was into Desmond. "Rrh! Fuck me harder, Desmond - you're great at this! I want your knot, I need it!" she gasped to the tod, turning her head, looking back at the blushing, bucking vulpine with her beautiful green eyes. Desmond was fucking the bear as hard as he could, and even with all of his boundless energy, he was hard-pressed to satisfy Erya as much as she demanded, but he tried. With each thrust sinking his manhood deeper, his knot soon threatened to pop past the lewd threshold of the pretty bear's snatch, yet it didn't just yet. "Mmh, come on!" she gasped, letting her eyes clench shut in obvious pleasure and pain. She raked her mighty claws across the den's grass floor, leaving great ruts of shifted earth. "I'm t-trying...!" Desmond hissed through gritted teeth that glistened with spittle, leaving him with an expression that was almost frustrated; paired with his flattened ears and tightly clenched eyes, it was abundantly clear how hard Desmond was pushing himself - between the tod's sexual heroics and Erya's unabashed whore antics, the voyeuristic wolvar was about to get off, but he stayed quiet and let his guest enjoy himself.

Erya whimpered a few more words of encouragement and raw sex to the tod, but they came out fragmented and utterly useless at communication; Desmond gained more from her desperate, quiet tones, for they spurred his burgeoning dominance and made him force his slender hips to pound a little harder. With some unintelligible chain of obscenities hissing past his glistening, gritted teeth, Desmond forced the pink fist of his knot past Erya's folds and into her cunt proper, tying that sexual knot that only a canine could. Though his body relaxed, and he fell almost slack over the bear's broad, cuddly back, Desmond's grimace grew even tighter, his black jowls stretching back so far that the entirety of his teeth and even his gums were visible to Suel. He clenched his eyes shut so tightly that his slender, blonde eyebrows nearly met, and he finally came with astounding force, not spilling, but shooting his seed deep into the bear's womb; though his load was harmless in her body, Erya was momentarily so stricken with his masculinity and performance that she wished she could have bore his pups. "Ooh, mmh...!" Erya whimpered and groaned with inarticulate bliss, her climax striking not a moment after Desmond's, occurring almost simultaneously. It was such a strong, wracking orgasm that she cried out with a mighty, protracted moan, a wavering, blissful sound that cut through the air with authority. Her cunt, wrapped so tightly around Desmond's shaft, tickled the twink tod's meat with its' spasming and writhing for a few moments, and then her juices came in such a torrential squirt that, even with the vulpine's plump knot plugging her like so, it still leaked down her legs, and down over the foxcoon's balls, leaving them soaked, warm, and almost as loved as the fox himself.

With a deep, content sigh, Desmond collapsed over top of Erya, his huffing nearly as loud as hers. The mutual pleasure was exhausting, but also palpable. With a cry muffled by biting his own paw, the peeping Suel came with great force, shooting his load high and far, sullying the grass floor before him. Wordlessly, all three creatures panted and groaned, reveling in their afterglow. Many minutes passed in relative silence; the only noise was that of the pouring rain outside, and the frequent booming shakes of thunder that came with it, noises that the trio had somehow ignored during the sex. It was Erya who finally spoke, catching Desmond as he tried to drift off to sleep. "That was so good," she cooed, not bothering to turn to look at the fox. "Will you be coming back to see me again?" Desmond, cuddled contently into the warmth of Erya's fur, his throbbing, male pride sunken to the hilt in her cunt, simply smiled. "I promise." Suel chimed in with a soft laugh, one that earned both Desmond's and Erya's gazes. "You'd better," he said, grinning knowingly at the tod, "because this was only her way of getting to know you. You'll really like it now that she trusts you, Desmond."

Come morning, the storm had long since tapered off, leaving mud and broken branches in its' wake, but the forest would heal its' wounds in time. True to her species, Erya slept in, rousing herself not even to harass Desmond or proposition Suel for an early-morning treat, with the cute fox in the middle. Suel had already awoken and dressed; it was his intention to explore the forest that day, just as he did every day before it. Desmond's choice was to either snooze with the bear and be at her sexual beck and call when she awoke, or head out with Suel - a choice much harder than he expected. But in the end, he dressed, and he left with the pudgy wolvar since it had been his intention all along to spend time with him, not Erya - not that he minded the distraction. On their slow, peacefully uneventful walk, Desmond and Suel caught up on the small things, but their conversation quickly drifted into sexual territory. At much the same time, the pair neared a clearing, one where the thin, dirt-splotched carpeting of grass was miraculously free of mud, and it was here that Suel chose to rest. The wolvar sat down at the foot of a mighty tree, one that Desmond guessed had been standing for centuries, and he smiled coyly at the twink fox. "I'm sure the last thing you expected when you stumbled into my den was to have your first encounter with a four-legged animal," he chuckled, earning only a smirk - but with a blush lacing it - from Desmond. "Now, now, wolvar," Desmond said, his tone a verbal finger-wag, "your girl talks and thinks like you and I do. It's not like I went out and lifted my tail up for a wild stallion." Suel licked his lips at the notion - both at having a stallion all to himself, and the idea of Desmond getting worn out by a horse. "Yet, you mean," the druid cooed, his smile no longer coy, but remarkably sweet. Desmond huffed and folded his arms.

"Hey, now, as much as I do enjoy lifting up my tail," Desmond began, pausing for effect - a bad move, since Suel cut in and stole the spotlight. "Oh, yes, you did that quite well for me. Even laid up with gashes in your stomach, you encouraged me to knot you." He smiled cheekily to the tod, but without malice; the playfulness and affection was abundantly clear, but Desmond was still sore for it. "Yeah, yeah!" he snorted, waving a paw dismissively at Suel - the wolvar covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. Despite - or perhaps because of - his sagely point of view, Suel found Desmond's offense cute. "I'm sorry, Desmond," he said with sincerity, but not so much that his words dripped with emotion, "you're just adorable. Erya isn't the only one who wants to keep you around." His naughty smile tapered off into something more pleasant and benign, even more so when Desmond blushed. They had no illusions of loving each other - they had simply imprinted on one another profoundly as friends, and all because Suel had stumbled upon him near death. "Well," Desmond began, still blushing, but grinning in a bashful way, "it's like you said - a wanderer never rests, but I'll always come back." He knelt before Suel, and with a fond touch, the wolvar stroked over Desmond's muzzle. The foxcoon rumbled with a fond purr, and then he pushed himself on Suel in a kiss, a slobbery meeting of tongues and a free exchange of saliva - best of all, Suel could still heavily taste Erya on the vulpine's breath, a comment he remarked on when their kiss, however loving it was, abruptly ended. "A little beary aftertaste on your tongue, Desmond?" he chuckled, tickling up beneath the young tod's chin with a single finger. Desmond playfully nipped at the finger, and then he grinned. "I've sampled many flavors," the tod said coyly, "but that was among the finest."

"Erya is, indeed, a flavor to savor," Suel grinned, afterward planting a smooch on Desmond's nose, "but how about something you're familiar with already?" Then, he stood, leaving Desmond where he was - on his knees. The tod had already begun to grin, but it widened and showed teeth when the wolvar lifted his robe up and off. He set it aside, and then he let his sheath, plump from the kisses, bump into the twink tod's long, feminine snout. Already, the tip of his dark, intimate flesh was peeking out, and so Desmond saw fit to lure it out entirely. With one soft, loving paw, he clutched the wolvar's fluffy, white scrotum, and with the other, he similarly groped that sheath. Just Desmond's gentle, articulate touch was a great pleasure, an unfamiliarity for Suel, who frequently felt only the ministrations of Erya - and however skilled she was in her way, her mitts simply didn't have the dexterity that a two-legged creature's did. "Your paws are so soft," Suel cooed, leaning back against the tree, his nude form erect, but relaxed. He smiled dreamily down to the tod, a look which Desmond returned with a hint of that malevolent vulpine sexuality of his. "Paws are nice, tongues are better," he grinned, waiting not a single second to prove his point; as soon as those words sauntered past his lips, he began lapping over the exposed length of the wolvar's black penis, its' tip already beginning to ooze with slippery, slimy precum, his liquid musk. It was a secretion that Desmond did all he could to not waste; he wrapped his lips around the wolvar's slowly growing penis, and he sucked; not with overbearing ferocity, he instead suckled with skill and affection, reminding Suel of the skill he'd exhibited a year ago; foxes could inherently suck dick, but Desmond's blowjobs were an art form - they could have even been considered legendary, at least in the right circles. All Suel knew for certain was that having the cute, silk-haired tod bobbing on his male pride was a delight, and in no time at all, the entirety of his swollen shaft, knot included, was free of its' sheath.

With no sheath to hold on to, Desmond let that paw move lower; it first joined the other, which cupped and kneaded the wolvar's balls in a rhythm to match the slow, sensual sucking and twisting of the tod's muzzle, but there was not enough room for two paws to dance there; it dejectedly slid down the length of the druid's leg, lingering on the thigh and glancing over the rest - and from there, Desmond freed his own erection from the confines of his trousers. Just as the tod began gently pumping his own shaft, Suel took hold of the back of the twink's skull, threading his digits through the silky locks. He exerted very little dominance; it was infrequently, at best, that he pulled the vulpine in for his own pleasure. All he wanted, so it seemed, was to hold the fox, something Desmond had no problems with. "Rrr, I love that muzzle, Desmond," the druid grunted, his eyes fluttering closed in erotic bliss. "Erya pleases me well, and I love her so much, truly, I do," he said, afterward biting his lip in a momentary pause. "But I've never met another creature so skilled with its' muzzle, male or female, two legs or four legs. You're without equal when it comes to this kind of pleasure, sweet fox." Desmond took the compliments in stride; with his ego already as inflated as it could possibly be, there was simply no way for those remarks to go to his head, but he did respond to the praise, no matter what. He suckled and lapped harder and harder, and he groped more intently on the wolvar's balls, causing no pain, just pleasure. Below, he stroked his shaft faster, but his climax was far away; inversely, Suel's was close - he could tell. The way the druid huffed and growled, how he squeezed and pulled with his paws, they were all very incriminating signs. Just briefly, Desmond considered pulling back so he could offer his bottom to the wolvar, but he thought better of it - after being coerced into fucking Erya for all she was worth, Desmond had some residual dominance in his system.

Desmond eased off of his own shaft, but he focused harder on Suel's; with his snug, hot, moist maw, he sucked and bobbed like never before, resisting the wolvar's grip to blow him unhindered. Suel took the hint and released the twink's head, and quite involuntarily, he dug his claws into the bark of the tree behind himself. Just as Desmond ramped up his efforts, Suel's blissful noises similarly escalated. The druid growled and shuddered, though the occasional small whine or whimper sometimes wavered past his lips. "Oh, ngh!" he finally grunted, bearing down hard for his climax. He sank his claws even deeper into the bark, and he pulled his jowls back to expose rows of sharp wolvar teeth, clenched in an agonizingly sexual grimace - his eyes were similarly closed, and his round ears were pinned back. He uttered what must have been some profanity, but it was muffled and lost for his teeth, and then he came with a colossal load that splattered into the back of the handsome, young tod's maw, feeding him a raw blast of masculine protein. Desmond blushed, but he took the heavy load with ease; he swallowed hard and fast, wasting not a drop of the pudgy druid's seed, and he sucked fondly on the sagely creature well into his afterglow. Only then did Suel relax his expression and his posture, and then he freed his claws from the tree. Gently, contrasting the violence of his climax, he stroked behind the tod's ears, and he smiled down at the vulpine quite dreamily. "That was wonderful, Desmond," he cooed, stopping his generalized rubbing to scratch behind an ear. "Thank you..."

When the tod finally pulled back, he took a moment to adjust his jaw, during which it popped and caused him a twinge of pain - it was so loud that even Suel winced, but he said nothing. Nonplussed, Desmond nuzzled into the subtle bulge of Suel's belly, finding this affection rewarded with more rubs and fond loving. "About my unrivaled skill at blowing strange men," he began, grinning up at Suel, who mirrored that exact expression, "I'm quite good at other things, too." Suel chuckled and blushed, at the same time brushing a few locks from the tod's eyes. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone coy, but that was quite a subtle element. "Indeed," Desmond cooed, winking for the druid. "Ask your mate." That brought the wolvar pause, and a blush. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" said the druid, giving the tod a wary look. "A fox on top of another man - is that even legal?" He punctuated his rhetorical query with a chuckle, one Desmond met with a smirk and a deadpan snicker. "Plenty of foxes are through-and-through bitches - but I can give it as good as I can take it. Unless you're just afraid your poor little behind can't take a vicious vulpine knotting?" the fox teased, briefly tickling the wolvar's belly and navel with a finger. Suel flinched for the tickling, but scowled at the challenge. "Wild horses and naughty, knotty wolves can't break me - I doubt a cute little fox like you could." Suel grinned challengingly to the fox - it was so painfully obvious that he wanted Desmond to top him, to teach him a lesson, and the tod wasn't oblivious to that, but he did love playing along. "Really, now," Desmond deadpanned, slowly rising to his feet, standing nearly nose-to-nose with Suel - their heights were close, but not identical, for the wolvar had a few inches on him. "What would you say to a wager?" the foxcoon then offered, his teeth showing in a malicious grin. Suel narrowed his eyes.

"I'll bend you over and fuck you senseless - you'll moan for me, and you'll get off while I'm doing it." The tod folded his arms, content in the terms he'd laid out. "If I can do that, I'll sleep in your den for the next week, and you'll be my obedient little bitch whenever I get hard - I think Erya would find that cute, too." Suel blushed and grinned back, but he never said no. "And what if I don't moan or cum, hm, Desmond? What if I find it underwhelming, like I'm sure I will?" the wolvar asked, his tone quite lewd. "You decide," Desmond offered, shrugging nonchalantly. "We both know you'll give it up like a common whore once I'm fucking you," he grinned, afterward planting a smooch on the wolvar's lips, "so be as outrageous as you like. I don't care." Suel rubbed his chin thoughtfully - but really, he had been thinking of just what he'd like to see befall Desmond all morning. "If you lose the wager," he began, his grin evening out into a smile, "I'm introducing you to a pack of wild horses I know of. Mostly males, all of them enormous, in more ways than one. But since you'll certainly win, I'm sure you're not worried about the possibility of getting your cute little behind wrecked by a dozen or so stallions with three-foot-long-plus endowments, right?" Just briefly, Desmond blushed and faltered - but then he shook Suel's paw. He definitely had to give the wolvar his best.

Desmond began with a kiss on the wolvar's lips, but not the shallow peck he'd shown the creature before; he slid the long, silky muscle of his tongue into the druid's maw, and he teasingly explored there, lapping over the ribbed palate and soft gums of the wolvar's muzzle. Suel blushed, and, wrapping his arms fondly around the cute vulpine, he emitted a subtle murr, just a gentle noise of pleasure, and not one he had any qualms about making; it wasn't until the fox was actually fucking him that he had to start faking disinterest. With possessive, soft paws, Desmond stroked down the pudgy wolvar's back, his palms momentarily resting upon the small of it before they slid lower; ultimately, each clutched one of the cute cheeks of Suel's ass, and there, they palmed and rubbed with appreciation and lust for the supple flesh there. Suel pushed his nude body close to the foxcoon, and though he was still largely clothed - all that was exposed was the tod's penis - the foxcoon seemed to enjoy that closeness. Aside from the playful deception of the wager, Suel did like Desmond very much; a sexy creature and a fantastic lover, there wasn't much for him to not like about the fox; even his hubris was endearing in its' own right.

As he eased his padded digits between the wolvar's rump cheeks, Desmond broke off the kiss, and he merely bumped noses with the handsome druid. The lust was as apparent in Suel's eyes as it was in the foxcoon's, but the druid still saw fit to play haughty with the tod - even as he felt those padded fingertips brushing over the pucker of his asshole, sending cute shivers up his spine. "You must really think you're going to make me cum," the wolvar teased, grinding the black button of his nose into Desmond's own. The foxcoon, growling softly in cute, playful dominance, slowly sank his finger past the tender, snug ring of the wolvar's tail hole, not stopping until it was buried to the knuckle. That soft finger made the wolvar huff and just briefly close his eyes, a promising enough gesture, yet he teasingly played it all off. "Mmh, what was that? I don't think I felt anything just now," he sneered, his tail slowly swaying behind him. "Hmm, I'm beginning to think I might be at a loss here," Desmond said, slowly pumping that digit in the druid's behind, coaxing a soft shiver from the creature, but nothing more. Suel turned an inquisitive ear on the tod's words, and so he continued. "All your time with stallions and well-hung wolves has left you as loose as a common brothel whore," he grinned, lying through his teeth, for Suel was, in fact, a stunningly snug creature - but where was the fun in admitting that? Suel huffed, his indignity fabricated solely for the sake of spectacle. "Hmph, you'll know all about being loose when the horses are through with you, fox," he growled, delivering a gentle nip to the tod's jawline. Though Desmond shivered, he didn't falter - even if his own dominance was just a playful show. "We'll see about that," he growled back, pulling his finger free. "Come on, bitch! Paws and knees!" he grinned, pushing he druid to the ground, succeeding only by catching him off-guard. The wolvar spilled to the grass beneath with a yelp and a laugh, momentarily breaking the illusion of a begrudging confrontation. "Demanding little sissy!" Suel snarked, rising to his knees before smoothly flipping himself over, ending up on his all-fours, his tail high above the round curve of his ass like a luxurious, banded exclamation point. "Oh, fuck me, Desmond," he said in deadpan monotone, "make me squeal."

"Gee, I know you want it, but curb your enthusiasm," Desmond snickered, at the same time shedding his clothes. Suel glanced back to catch sight of that nude vulpine form in its' effeminate beauty; the smooth lines, the silky hair, the androgynous figure - it was irresistible to Suel, and he subtly licked his lips. "Like what you see?" Desmond asked with a coy smile, earning the very same in return from Suel. "Hey," Suel chuckled, "even if there's no way you can possibly satisfy me, you're still sexy to me as a bottom bitch." Desmond chuckled in a single syllable, a simple heh as he knelt behind the druid. "Nice consolation prize, I suppose," he muttered, once more palming those delicious ass cheeks. Suel allowed his tail swish back and forth, its' fluff occasionally brushing the fox's face, but all in the name of teasing - Desmond teased right back, for he nipped at it whenever it drifted too close. "Well, just to prove my point, to make sure you realize how much you're going to squirm and moan, I should get you nice and lubricated first," Desmond said with a sultry coo in his tones. Suel knew exactly what that meant, and he both blushed and grinned, thankful that Desmond could see neither. Yes, that tongue, the wolvar thought, licking over his lips, that's exactly what I want to feel. Desmond, grinning in lewd satisfaction, parted the wolvar's ass cheeks with a certain reverence, exposing the tightly-puckered entrance between them to the cool, post-storm air of the morning. The simple feeling of chilly air on his most tender of orifices made Suel shudder so hard that the foxcoon noticed, and he was not without a quip for the matter. "I haven't even given you one lick, and you're already quaking - is this even fair for you?" he snickered, letting his rhetorical query hang unanswered. He leaned in with lustful efficiency, and he dragged his hot, slippery tongue across the clenched, pink pucker of the wolvar's asshole. Suel only barely stifled a resonating moan by biting his lip, but Desmond could detect the pleasure in other ways, most notably in the druid's musk, which was fast growing thick - and Desmond, whose nose was at the epicenter of such musk, could easily pick that up. He grinned, and after reaffirming his grip on those fuzzy ass cheeks, he started to really lap over that quivering asshole; Suel couldn't help but pant, though he did all he could to stifle it.

Suel's knotted cock, formerly resting back in its' sheath after Desmond's blowjob, was fast emerging once again. Not good, Suel thought with a pang of endearing anxiety, his tail lashing. "Oh, D-Desmond," Suel said, poorly feigning his sexual neutrality, "you're wasting your time, rimming me like that - you should-- ahh, mmh, quit putting it off and simply fuck me. Get it over with so you can lose the bet." Desmond would have had to be an idiot to not see through such a paper-thin excuse, but, simply to humor the druid, he agreed. "Hmm, you're right," Desmond said, speaking directly into the wolvar's rump, letting the hot breath that accompanied his words wash over that dampened entrance. The tod slowly straightened himself out, and he scooted closer to the prostrate druid. Finally close enough that he could actually fuck that pudgy wolvar's ass, Desmond took hold of his own shaft, that dripping, pink member which had been swollen since the blowjob, and he pressed its' pointed, canine tip to the clenched, quivering pucker of Suel's tail hole. Even that gentle touch sent a shiver up Suel's spine, but he easily hid that pleasure. What was harder to cover up came when Desmond started to push his shaft inside, defying the very snug muscle of the druid's asshole to bury his bone, which he did, pushing it in all the way to the knot, which kissed up to that lovingly-stretched tail hole. Suel took deep breaths to steady himself; Desmond's shaft was so much smaller than the ones he was used to, and that was both good and bad; the good was that it caused him no pain at all, only pleasure, and that point also served as the bad. "Rrh, heh," Suel chuckled, hanging his head, feigning a lack of pleasure, "is it in yet?" Desmond scowled, but it was undermined by his eyes, lit with lust and fond affection for the creature beneath. He bucked his knot against the druid's asshole, coaxing a wince from the druid, but nothing more. "You're a horrible liar," Desmond said dully, wrapping his slender paws around the druid's hips. Suel said nothing; he only glanced back at the foxcoon with a coy smirk.

Desmond's pace as he began was pleasant for both creatures; unlike his frantic fuck with Erya the night before, the tod had nothing but composure, and every grind of his hips was a carefully calculated move that teased all the most sensitive spots in the druid's tight behind. Beneath, the wolvar's black, knotted cock oozed almost incessantly with preseminal slime, and, with both worry and a strange resignation, he knew he was going to cum - and he knew when, too. It was going to happen when Desmond knotted him, for he was simply a slut for it. He had no qualms about playing bitch for Desmond, of course; already, the tod was proving himself to be an excellent top as well as a bottom, and the druid would've gladly tolerated a week of such skilled lovemaking, but Suel wanted to watch Desmond get fucked by those stallions; that was what bothered him about losing. As the foxcoon continued to idly, smoothly fuck him, Suel - in between shudders and moans muffled by what was fast becoming a well-chewed lower lip - took inventory of the ground beneath, looking down between his legs. Below them, the ground was loose dirt; perfect Suel thought, bearing a lewd grin. "Oh, is that really the best you can do, Desmond?" Suel sighed, his tones coming across as convincingly jaded, not that the coonfox bought the act for even a second. He ignored the wolvar's jeering, and instead, he started to pound the deadpan wolvar a little harder, allowing his knot to punch against that pink, quivering asshole; Suel gasped, and there was simply no hiding it that time. "Mmh, still so dull and tame," he lied, loving every little detail of the lay, "you must have spent all your energy on Erya." Desmond growled, but he was ever aware of the druid's blatant lies and attempts to seem disinterested. He punished the druid with a few knot-punching thrusts, each one threatening to pop that swollen, pink gland in, but none of them quite accomplished that. Suel hissed and winced with each, and he felt a familiar burn in his loins. Going to cum so soon already... But it just feels so wonderful...

"Slutty bitch," Desmond sneered, releasing one of the wolvar's hips to instead clutch that bushy, banded tail, which he held up and out of the way. Throwing any and all calm pleasures or ideas of teasing to the wind, he bucked as hard as he could, pushing the weight of his body into every thrust, plowing the druid with such force that any buck now would force that knot inside. Suel grimaced and closed his eyes tight; he felt his cock twitch and his knot throb, and he just knew that his climax was close - but so was Desmond's, and that confusion would give him an advantage. "Ah, kn-knot me!" Suel gasped, sounding so slutty that the fox laughed - Suel blushed, and he backpedaled on his outburst. "If you think you can, fox!" Desmond, bearing his sharp teeth in an ear-to-ear grin that was almost demonic with lust, gave the wolvar's tail a tug. "You asked for it, you pudgy little butt-bitch!" Desmond cackled, forcing his knot against the wolvar's unyielding asshole with grinding thrusts that would not be denied. Suel winced and grunted; he could feel his tail hole start to give way, to spread open, and finally, it did; that pink muscle was at last wedged open so far that Desmond's knot disappeared past its' threshold, and the wolvar cried out in sharp pain - it was a noise that obfuscated the pleasure. Simultaneously, he and Desmond came; the foxcoon shot his seed deep into the wolvar's bowels, and he leaned over the pudgy creature to whom he laid claim, growling with possessive dominance into a rounded ear. Suel painted the soft earth beneath with his seed, but his second climax came with mercifully little in the way of fanfare, only a soft huff or two. Before Desmond could notice, he reached down with a paw, and he scratched loose dirt over the mess of his semen, just briefly bearing a grin for his deception.

In the aftermath of the fuck, Desmond sat up and sighed, his face plastered with a dominant, lewd grin. "That was exactly what this body needed," he chuckled, treating Suel's hip to a slap, one that made the druid flinch, but he had no verbal reaction. "I hope it was," Suel grinned, finding his deception easier with his climax off his mind and hidden in the earth, "because you're going to be sitting on pillows for the next few weeks." He looked back, flashing the fox his grin, which Desmond met with an incredulous smirk, and then a more mellow, uneasy frown. Suel had to have been bluffing; he felt the way that snug behind clenched and spasmed on his knot, the way all men did when they came with a dick up under their tail. He leaned to the side, for the time stuck to Suel's rump, and he gazed beneath the pudgy creature; though Suel was indeed hard, and though he dripped with pre, there was no mess beneath, no incriminating jizz. Even for his intelligence, Desmond didn't notice the scuffed earth; he assumed it was mere coincidence. "But you were panting! And moaning!" he whined, fast marking himself as a sore loser, a thought that occurred to Suel, and it almost made him giggle when he considered how damningly appropriate a term like sore loser was for a man with horses in his future. "Oh, it felt very good, but I didn't get off. Sorry, Desmond." He wrangled his grin into a friendly smile. "Listen, it's counter-intuitive, but it really is best to start with the biggest. The smaller ones are easier after that." Desmond grimaced at the thought, and Suel's grin came back in full, involuntary force. "Not fair! You enjoyed it!" Suel paused thoughtfully, thinking back on the foxcoon's exact language; you'll moan for me, he recalled, with the climax a secondary goal, so perhaps he was being too hard on the fox. "All right, Desmond," he conceded, gazing at the fox with gentle eyes, "I propose a compromise. You'll get fucked by, hm, six horses, as opposed to a dozen. And when you're recovering, then I'll be your bitch for three days and a night, instead of a week." He licked his lips, and then he smiled. "Deal?" Desmond glanced down, and he pensively took in the sight of the wolvar's asshole stretched tight as a drum around his knot. Now imagine that, but worse, his conscience told him, sending a shiver up his spine. He somehow knew he was being screwed - figuratively, but soon-to-be literally in the most gruesome sense - but a deal was a deal.

Desmond sighed. "Deal."