Moonlit Desires
Just a quick, gentle, loving piece. Yeah, I can write yiff too, but if it's there's no feeling, then what's the point?
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Moonlit Desires
It had been weeks.
A lonely grey wolf lay on his back on his bed as he stared at the window. Rain ran in rivulets down over the window pane as he watched, lit by the faint glow of a full, platinum moon, re-emerging from behind dark clouds.
The coming light brought sheen to the wolf's fur, causing it to appear more silvery, ethereal. It only cast a shadow across his thoughts though. It brought his mate into his mind, a mate he had missed for a time longer than either of them had hoped.
He could remember sitting on the bed with her only a few weeks earlier. The fireplace across the room had burned down to glowing embers, the two of them wrapped up tight and warm in blankets and the others arms and brightly burning love. The moon had been high in the sky, saturating the world below with its light after the dark of storm.
Bathed in the heavenly luminescence, the moment had lent them an air of passion. With a gentle breeze blowing through the room, he had joined with her for the first time, mating their bodies even as their spirits melded under the glow of the moon above.
Just the mere thought of that night brought the wolf back to the present with a sigh. His body had reacted appropriately to the stimulus his mind had provided, and the tip of his wolfhood was even now emerging from his sheath.
He sighed softly again and fought back against the urges playing through his mind, daring him to call his mate into his thoughts again. They spoke to him, hushed whispers promising release from his lonesome position, offering the chance to be with her again, if only for a time.
Resolve began to slip away before his moonlit desires. A paw slid down, unnoticed, to gently caress his thigh. Eyes closed, he could almost imagine that the tender stroke had been that of his love. In his minds eye, he could see her there with a mischievous twinkle sparkling in eyes brighter than any stars, betraying a more carnal intent.
The paw began to rise again, and a gentle murr escaped the wolf's lips. His phantom mate reached up her other paw to gently press him down onto his back as the stroking paw slipped deftly across his hips. A quick intake of breath, as he felt his love's fingers drift across the base of his sheath.
Those fingers parted and rubbed back and forth over his sheath, coaxing forth his malehood. He could almost feel her intent in his mind, as she took firming member in paw. A low groan escaped him as she gave a quick squeeze to the thick length, before she slid over him.
The touch of her lips on his was absent, as was the sweet scent of honey she seemed to exude with every breath she took. He could not feel her weight on his body, could not discern the heat of her body from that of the room. But abruptly, clearly, he could feel the tip of his length seeking and finding the entrance to her sex, a wanting heat washing over him, daring him to enter.
The phantom gave him a coy wink, as if she were to deny him this prize even though they'd come this far. His hands upon her waist had other plans though; and he knew besides that she was as wanting for this as he was. He only smiled back up at her as he gently pulled her down, his shaft entering her warm confines.
He couldn't help but moan up into the air as he felt her part for him. He resisted the urge to press himself fully up into her though, resisted the urge to give in to lustful instinct. Rather he thrust up slowly into his love, feeling her delightfully writhe in pleasure above him.
As if in a rush, all of the sensations flooded his mind. The wash of her heated breath over his face, the scent of shared arousal and want and desire, the slow, velvet friction of his mate rising and falling on his wolfhood... they all blended together, meld into a blur of euphoric ecstasy, a wave of pleasure building higher and higher.
As the moon rose higher and higher in the sky, the rest of existence slipped away from the pair, so consumed were they in their feelings. The love between them created something special, something magical, something that only coaxed the fires of passion to burn hotter and hotter, only added to the intensity.
The desire for release was becoming almost too much for the wolf to bear. Her sex was too hot to remain within for too long. His thrusts became more rapid, more lustful. Desire built within him, growing and feeding on itself and heat of bodies melded by passion. A moan from above him preceded the ectatic shuddering of his love, as she announced her climax.
The heat of her body became too much, too intense for him to handle. With a cry of his own, a cry of love mingled with lust, the wolf thrust up one final time. His knot expanded, swelling and locking him to his love as his seed burst forth like waters from a flood. The waves of pleasure crashed down, washing away his awareness in a haze of pure, complete release.
It was about a minute before the pleasure started to fade from his mind, and the haze began to clear itself... Slowly the room came back into focus before him, blurry, tear-stained eyes taking in the world around.
The fingers of one paw were locked around the base of his engorged knot, squeezing tightly. His chest, stomach, groin and legs were splattered with the same seed that, moments before, he had fired with such pleasure into his mate. His mate that was, once again, nowhere to be seen.
It had been weeks. And no moonlit desires could ease the pain of her absence.
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