Two World's Collide
The thunder crashed, lightening lit up the sky. Rain began to fall, at first slowly, then faster and harder, hitting the leavs and creating a low, almost peaceful sound. The sky had darkened, hiding the moon and stars from view. Only occasional glances of the moon could be seen, when the heavy, rain-laden clouds moved out of the way.
Tall thickly leafed trees made of the centre of the small forest, the trees getting smaller at the outskirts of the forest were wandered in. A deep, but calm stream meandered through this untouched place, and creatures still lived here as nature intended. Only the strongest survived, anything weak or injured was picked off at a slow rate, to ensure a steady supply of food for the predators.
The air was almost delicately scented with the smell of lavender and roses, the scent almost added as an afterthought by someone who was a perfectionist. The scent of lavender and roses strengthened, an undertone of old blood and damp fur permeating the forest. Again the thunder crashed, and sheets of lightening turned the sky silver for an endless moment, the light gleaming on the warmth giving wolfpile, down in one of the larger clearings in this small forest.
A third sheet of lightening lit up with form laying curled up beside a panther, of all things, watching over the pack warily. Both bore scars, from numerous fights, though all were from defending themselves, the scars on shoulders and hips. The wolf's scars were better hidden than the panthers, as it had thicker fur.
The panther was purring, the sound unheard by the wolves in their view. Its fur was the deepest black, and its pelt was thick. It had greeny blue eyes that examined everything when they weren't half shut with pleasure. The wolf has as different to the panther as night was to day, its fur was white, not cream, not ivory, but white as fresh fallen snow. It had golden eyes, which were hidden under neath the panthers belly, where a noisy slurping could be heard. The wolfs tail wagged, as the panther began to knead at the floor, its purrs now audible over the falling rain.
The wolf pulled away to speak to the panther, panting as it did so.
"Come on Loki, how much longer do you need me to do this?!" The voice revealed that the wolf was a wolfess, and her voice was low pitched, and husky, the sound of a growl threading through the sound as the panther, Loki, pushed her head back down and rolled on his side. The wolfess was currently busy deepthroating his cock, his hips beginning to hunch at her long muzzle as she gagged. The panther let out an extremely muffled roar as he came, panther cum dripping from the wolfess' muzzle as she jerked away and choked, the panther laughing, the sound hoarse and broken with panting.
"Swallow, Kelsie...or else I won't return the favour next time." The panther purred roughly, and watched Kelsie, his wolfess swallow what she had in her muzzle. He always loved to surprise her, and this time, he had succeeded and knew he had. She would not be happy, and he knew it, but he also knew how to make her tremble like a tree in a strong wind. Loki bent his head, and began to lick at his softening cock, as it retreated into his sheath, and he stood, shaking. "Come on, Kelsie, time to go home now." The panther, slightly older and more experienced led the way.
They both started to walk towards the den in silence, knowing the maze of thickly hanging vines and half rotten fallen trees. Once they had reched the den, both sat down abruptly, Now the wind was blowing the storm away, the stream was shallow, tumbling over a heap of hazphardous boulders, the water so clear that every water-smoothed pebble could be seen underneath the surface. On the other side of the stream stretched a field of deep green bracken ferns, thousands of them, chest deep to a panther and shoulder deep to a wolf. All of the ferns were dancing to the musical notes of a light breeze.
Loki began to stalk Kelsie, his promised favour seeming to be offered to her now, a promise Kelsie wanted to torment him with. She backed up, with the same feline grace as Loki, before spinning around and beginning to run, her small body looking smaller with the large panther chasing her. It looked as though Loki was halfmad, he had begun to drool, and his leaps became pounces, as he tried again and again to bring the teasing wolfess down. Her tail lifted, Kelsie feinted to the side as he leapt at her, only for one of his large paws grab her hindleg, and tug her against his underneath.
She gave up, rolling onto her back and licking sweetly at Loki's chin, before stretching out, and wriggling to lay in front of him, her hindlegs parted. He growled, the sound deep and feral, and nosed lightly at her slit, which was puffy. The scent made him tremble, she hadn't told him she was due in heat!
"Kelsie...why ddin't you tell me? You know how much I like to mate with you during this time." He was disgruntled, unhappy though gradually becoming filled with lust as he lowered his head, and dragged his tongue over her slit, dipping the rough appendage in.
Kelsie growled, her mind a swamp of lustful ideas and the memories of being mated by Loki, his large black form covering her smaller white one, of his forceful thrusts that hurt in such a good way. When he spoke she whined, the sounds hitting her only after the lick.
"B-because of that pack Loki, I know how...loud we get, and that the whole pack would then come after us." She whimpered, and arched her hips towards the panthers nose, trying to entice him. "Please Loki, d-don't stop!"
The panther obeyed her body language, and was soon pinning her down as she squirmed, writhing against the insistent feline tongue, the roughened tongue inflaming her, not soothing the ache deep in her belly. He once again dug his tongue deep inside her, tasting her, and encountered a heat that had his cock hanging from his sheath. She was ready for him, and he took his paws from her, nudging her as she whined, so she would get up.
When Kelsie felt Loki's tongue dig in, she felt as though she had died and gone to heaven, a fire twisting its way through her body, inflaming the need for more and more of her kittys tongue. When he unpinned her and stopped licking, she actually stopped whining and growled at him, only realising what he was upto when he nudged her. She rolled to her feet, trembling, and pressed her chest to the ground, flagging her tail to the side, signaling her willingness to the panther behind her.
Loki growled, and mounted her, her legs almost buckling from his weight, as he shuffled his hips, she spread her hindlegs apart and forcible relaxed, the first thrust from him always being the one with the most pain. As he swung his hips back, having found his spot, he was frantically licking her head, before biting her neck, and thrusting himself into her. She howled, partly in pain, partly at the pleasure of being filled so harshly. Her legs threatened to buckle as he paused at the end of the thrust, his muscle twitching at her tightness, his cock being squuezed so that the barbs tugged against her as he settled into an unsteady rhythm of a hard swing that rocked her forwards, and then long slow ones that infuriated Kelsie, and forced her to buck backwards.
Her nose began to wrinkle, as her whole body tensed up, and she bit into her paw, as her climax descended upon her, and Loki's cock was surrounded by a flood of her juices, his roar muffled by the mating hold, his body jerking into such hard thrusts that Kelsie climaxed with each one, and then his body froze, small shudders running along his hindquarters as he unloaded himself inside her, the excess, normally held in by a knot, dribbling down her legs and creating a small puddle underneath their joined bodies.
Loki was the first to move, dismounting as Kelsie flopped, panting and her mind clouded, her fur soaking up the cum puddle underneath her and matting her fur. Loki sat, his mind, for the moment clear as he watched Kelsie, her body still trembling as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. He was proud, his tail was curled around his pads, before yawned, nudging at Kelsie to get up and move to the den, where the water would clean her up.
She grumbled, but got up at the insistent pawings from Loki, trembling as she walked, a little stiff and sore to the stream, walking towards a weeping willow tree whose branches trailed in the water. The stream washed the hardening cum from her fur, and soothed her sore body as she waded underneath the branches, towards the large den, in the roots of the tree, The stream washed away the scent of feline and canine, though the scent of sex and heat was still musky on the nights air.
Loki lay awake as he groomed Kelsie's head, distracted by his memories of finding her. This was where he had found Kelsie, as a pup, half drowned and alone. She had been washed down the mountain by the spring time floods, where the snow had melted and she had slipped. Her birth pack had howled for her, for hours, until they were hoarse, but Loki had been more concerned with both saving the pup and the coming of Man to the forest and mountains surrounding it.
It was only on the fourth moon after her pack had stopped howling for her, and the Man things had gone, that Kelsie woke up enough to question Loki, who was so relieved to see her alive, he missed her name the first time she told him it. When she was fully awake, and had fed voraciously, he questioned her, and found she had no memory of her birth pack. She had been with him for six seasons, and they had had a whole three weeks of mating, before she began to get back memories of her pack. Loki and her had travelled to where she remembered her pack to be, to discover that the mountain wolves had been killed, their pelts removed from them, and the bones picked clean by insects and carrion. Man scent was inlaid over everything.
Kelsie awoke after a nap, now starved, and disturbed Loki from his musing, by leaving the den, and leaping to the other side of the stream, rolling on a patch of lavender, and scenting her fur with it, disguising both her predators scent and her heat scent. Loki followed, his tail lashing as he landed, and he moved to roll underneath a rose bush, his own musky feline scent also masked by the flower smell. Kelsie moved like a cat, and Loki had the hunting style of a wolf, that of hunting, though they both had their own particular hunting roles.
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Meanwhile the pack the pair had spied on earlier awoke, and shook themselves off. The youngest wolf there, a young female from the last litter, looked around and sniffed loudly, everywhere was that invasive smell of lavender and roses, though with a musky undertone. The scent masked everything, even those of the wolves she had known all her short life. She was medium pelted, colored grey with a red tinge to her tail, and clearly nervous. She pressed shivering to her mother, trying to suckle, despite being long weaned. Stopping, she looked up at her mother and spoke, her voice still shrill with youth,
"Momma, is this where Uncle Bailey warned us about? Before Man took him away from us and we heard his howls and Man screams?" She whined, remembering her 'Uncle' wolf, a very large and protective black wolf.
The older female, the Alpha female in the pack, stared down at her astute daughter, proud but for the first time unsure.
"Erin, my sweetling, you are right. Your Uncle Bailey did tell me that this forest, though safe from Man, was ruled by a creature which was so horrible even the Moon Goddess hid her face in despair. We had nowhere else to go though, so your father and I decided to stop here for a while."
The other wolves listened with sinking hearts and trembling limbs. All were scared, exhausted and on the edge of starvation. The only wolves that were remotely well fed were the Alpha pair, and their only surviving pup.Now the Alpha male came forward, his muzzle scarred from dominance fights over his lifetime, his paws huge, his chest deep and his legs well muscled. His eyes seemed to be at war with his body, as they were kind and loving, though he had a body that seemed made for fighting.
He growled soothingly at his pup, his tail lifted and wagging as he looked down at her. His voice was deep, and rumbled through his chest.
"My dear, there is nothing to worry about while I am here. I will protect you," eh stared at all the pack in turn, meeting everyones eyes squarely, before continuing, "I will protect all of you with my life if I need to." He rose his mighty voice in a morale boosting howl.
As the other wolves joined in, the howl swelled, and all the nocturnal creatures stilled, not in fear, but in awe. This was a howl of encouragement, a howl to instill a sense of hope among a pack. Even Erin, with her shrill pups howl, joined in. As the howl died, normal night time howls returned, an owl swooped and a small rodent squeaked in its death throes.
The pack settled down, only closer. The alpha pair lay slightly removed from the rest, their pup settled between their forelegs, both proceeding to groom her gently until she slept and they could talk honestly. The rain had stopped whilst they groomed Erin, and one by one the wolves stood and shook, or went to empty their bladders away from where the pack was sleeping. Once the alphas had done the same, the pack settled into a more relaxed, and therefore deeper sleep.
"Bryn, tomorrow we need to hunt, but away from this forest. Others have said it was only when they fed upon the creatures from here that they were attacked." The male wolf spoke to his mated solemnly, his ears laying flattened against his head. "Everyone is starving and the weaker ones cannot go on." Bryn nodded, her fur flattened and in need of a grooming nodded. "Diego, my love, I agree, we do need to hunt. Though we should only take the strongest wolves with us, and we must betray custom if we can, and let the weakest feed first." Her eyes glittered as she looked around.
To be continued