FSE

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An anonymous commission and a sequel to An Unlikely Trio.

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It was a challenge for Peter to keep his eyes scanning the woodland surrounding him and watch where he placed his foot as he made his way along a stretch of the forest floor so twisted with roots that even the animals seemed to avoid using it. A stumble now could make just enough noise to give them away, depending on where their quarry was, but he was still hoping that his keen eyes would catch some telling detail that Kaldr’s nose had missed. Considering just how good a tracker the pale she-wolf was it wasn’t very likely, but after days of fruitless searching both of them felt like they needed any advantage they could get.

And the alabaster lupine even now raising her black nose pad in the air in the hopes of catching a scent didn’t have any qualms about helping out in a wolf-hunt. It seemed peculiar, but Pater supposed it made sense. After all, he’d tracked and killed men who’d abandoned sense and began behaving like beasts. And it was a beast they were hunting, beyond a doubt.

The people who grazed their flocks and herds close to the forest knew that they had to expect an opportunistic pack to dare and take a sheep every now and again. But those were common wolves, ones who wouldn’t let the prospect of mutton cloud their judgment and dispel a healthy fear of man. They weren’t hunting a common sheep-stealer now. They were, hopefully, on the trail of a beast that walked into a herd like a four-legged abattoir, and who’d been witnessed brazenly gorging on his kills. No fear of man, that one. It was the men who saw the massive wolf who’d go pale as they described the sight of him.

Dire wolves were not unheard of this far out on the frontier, but they seldom left the dense woods they called home. They were truly wild, and didn’t know or didn’t care that in recent years humans had begun driving vast numbers of well-fed herbivores so near their home. A common wolf might consider a sheep that cowers from a yapping sheepdog safer pray than a wild boar that might decide it had a better chance of goring it’s attacker than outrunning it. But never a dire wolf. Peter had come across the carcass of a bear once, picked almost clean with tufts of lupine fur mixed with what remained of the bruin, suggesting there were squabbles in the pack regarding who’d get to eat first. Animals like that wouldn’t be tempted by a sheep or a cow. For them, the hunt was as important as the meal.

The man who’d taught a young Peter had told him once that a pack was sensible, but a wolf was insane. It was a notion he’d be hesitant to air in front of Kaldr, but he doubted the wolfess even now nosing through the peat covering the forest floor would really disagree. It was her bond with Rebeca that had awakened her to sentience and made her different from her kin, but the wolfess was extremely sociable and found it easier to get along with strangers than the Halfling ranger. And for over half a year now Kaldr hadn’t been bereft of a pack, of sorts.

Neither of them had relished the thought of leaving Rebecca behind, but pregnancy was beginning to slow her down and a desperate search for a dire-wolf would mean little to no rest once they managed to pick up the beast’s trail. Nor could they turn a deaf ear to the plea for help. Stavenger had been a good home for the three of them and the people of the village and the outlying frontier farms came to depend upon the trio as their defenders against the creatures praying on the burgeoning settlement.

When the wolfess posture suddenly became tense he’d assumed Kaldr had caught the scent of the dire wolf, but was caught off guard when she dove into the brush, the tell-tale white flash of her fur soon vanishing as she sped away. Peter almost called out to her, but caught himself in time. If the beast they were tracking heard his voice it would know that hunters were on its trail and any hope of ambushing it would be gone. He wasn’t sure what the wolfess had intended, but he doubted her plan was to face the dire wolf alone. One look at the thicket through which Kaldr had disappeared made it clear he’d have little luck with his javelin, so he drew his sword and did his best to follow the arctic wolf’s trail through the shrubs.

He knew he wasn’t moving nearly as swiftly through the undergrowth as Kaldr had and when he heard the sound of something whipping through the brush off to one side he began to regret walking into the thicket that left him with little room to move in, let alone fight. He tried making his way back to the relative clearing where he’d lost the wolfess in time to see her dash through it. Her plan became apparent only after it was too late, and as the dire wolf emerged from a thick green bush with his nose sniffing the air it didn’t take him longer than a moment to spot the human with a naked blade drawn.

Peter had read the huge wolf’s posture right, and to his credit had managed to draw his spear and pull back for the throw when the huge wolf disappeared back into the thicket. The beast had guessed right that it had been lead into an ambush and was too smart to let someone have that kind of advantage. A winded and visibly flustered Kaldr soon emerged from the brush from across the way.

“What are you doing in there? You should have stayed here and waited for him!” she barked out, trying to shake some of the twigs caught in her thick white fur.

“And what were you doing?”

“Faking a hunt! I smelled he was nearby and knew that if he heard someone running down prey he’d come along to try and steal the kill. If you had hidden here you’d have had him!” she almost barked out, her heckles raised as she confronted the human.

“And how was I supposed to know that?” Peter tossed back. Even though he knew that the wise thing would be to lower his tone and the tensions, it had been a long time since he’d slept and he was as incensed as Kaldr over the fact that they’d lost the chance to end this hunt.

“Rebecca would have known!”

“Well I don’t have the kind of bond with you that she does! I can’t guess what’s on your mind, so since you can speak why not giving that a try?” he tossed back angrily, and turned his back on the she-wolf before she could muster a response.

“Where are you off to?”

“Since we can’t get anything done together I’m going to try and kill that bastard myself!” he said, and there were no replies as he moved away from Kaldr. Either the she-wolf agreed it was a good idea, or far more likely she was simply too angry at Peter to go rushing off after him or trying to talk him into staying.

*******

A minute or so after leaving Kaldr Peter began to suspect turning his back on the wolfess had been a bad idea, and after struggling to track the dire wolf he was becoming sure of it. He only realized it was a mistake when a mass of muscle and fur knocked him to the ground, his nostrils filling with the scent of lupine fur even as his ears were filled with the growls and snarls of the giant wolf. Peter had been a little too sure of himself, forgetting that the fact the dire wolf ran away from him didn’t really mean the beast was afraid, but merely obeying it’s predatory instincts to be the one that lies in wait and strikes without warning, rather than falling into another’s trap. The way the young hunter had.

He’d had his javelin out, hoping to spear the beast from a distance, but with him flat on his back and the snarling wolf on top of him the best he could do was to hold the shaft in front of him and use it to hold of the jaws descending towards his head. It would have worked on a common wolf, but as the lupine behemoth bit into the seasoned ash he could hear the word give way under the force of a bite that could easily crush an ox’s femur. As the wolf spat out splinters Peter’s last hope was somehow jabbing his fingers into the beast’s eyes and hoping to get out from under him as he thrashed in agony.

The dire-wolf’s sudden yelp surprised him and when he heard something else snarling he knew that Kaldr had followed him after all. As the bulk of the dire wolf shifted he could see the she-wolf clinging to his back, her jaws gripping it’s scruff and the muscles on her neck standing out as she brutally yanked the lupine hide in her grip. It wasn’t a killing hold, but the thought of having a large chunk of his hide ripped off his body was alarming enough for the beast to take his eyes of his prey.

Peter knew he had no chance of reaching his sword, and figured it wouldn’t do him much god if he did. Instead his hand frantically brushed through the dead leaves and vines that made up the forest floor until his fingers found the remains of his javelin. He was lucky enough to grab the half with the spearhead, and wasted little time driving it up into the dire-wolf’s massive neck. The blade sunk into the thick hide and the beast thrashed wildly on top of him in the hopes of dislodging the blade. But Peter held it deep, driving it back and forth until a deluge of blood sprayed in his face, announcing the fact that he’d found an artery. With its brain bereft of blood the dire wolf’s struggles slowed until the bulk of the beast lay still on top of the hunter drenched in its gore.

*******

“Are you hurt?” Kaldr asked, trying to hide the concern in her tone as she tentatively broke the silence.

“No. Blood was all his…” Peter replied, throwing a few more branches on the fire.

The wood was still green and it gave off more smoke than light as it slowly caught flame, but it would eventually burn. Over the hiss of the firewood he could hear the more pleasant gurgle of the stream that had carried away the red mess that had soaked through his clothing. Peter huddled naked as close as he could get to the flames without the thick white smoke choking him, hoping the washed clothes he’d stretched out near the fire pit would dry soon.

“You were lucky. If I hadn’t arrived when I did he would have had you…” the wolfess admonished.

“I…” Peter began, bristling a little at Kaldr’s remark, but made sure to swallow the bitter rush of anger before continuing. “I know. Thanks…” he said. Kaldr merely turned her head away and stared pointedly at the fire, but he felt a corner of his mouth rise a little at the sight of her ears perking at the admission.

And he knew he wasn’t really angry at her, especially since she was right – she did save his life by throwing herself at the wolf. A beast like that would have been a challenge if he’d kept his wits about him, and relied on his experience to outwit the crazed killing machine. But he’d stomped off in stupid anger and almost became the prey of the creature they’d set out to hunt down.

“Lie down…” the wolfess said, getting up even as she did and padding over to the human looking at her with a confused expression.

“What? Why?”

“Come on, you’ll freeze to death before this stuff catches fire. Trust me, I know what I’m doing…”

Peter thought about asking for an explanation, but he couldn’t really deny the truth of the wolfess’ words. He was huddled as close to the small fire as he could get and was getting more smoke than heat. As he laid down on the soft grass he caught sight of Kaldr’s pale face in the flickering light, as well as the bemused expression on the lupine muzzle as she got a chance to look down at him. He began wondering if that was all that she wanted before the wolfess climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and resting her forepaws on his shoulders as she laid down on top of him.

“There. Feel warmer now?”

“Yes…” Peter replied, although he supposed that the fact he’d stopped shivering almost immediately was proof enough. What little heat he got from the campfire was taken from him with every gust of the cold night wind, but the pile of alabaster fur (along with the warmth of the wolfess covered in it) made him feel comfortable despite the weight now resting on top of him.

“Me and Rebecca used to do this when the nights got chilly. Although I always covered a lot more of her…” she said, brushing her tail a few times against Peter’s bare legs for emphasis.

“Do you also feel stupid for fighting?” the young man ventured after as the heat of the wolfess soaked into his tired muscles. A whine ending in a sort of embarrassed murring sound was Kaldr’s only admission.

“I was… worried when I saw him pounce on you…” she said with a look on her face that was at the same time accusatory and petulant. Peter guessed the wolfess had been a little more than worried.

“Yeah, I guess the idea of coming back to Rebecca without me would be pretty grim…”

“It’s not just that!” the she-wolf protested, pointing her muzzle squarely at his nose as she locked her eyes on his. “We… well we both sort of fell in love with Rebecca and just kind of got closer over time but…”

“But what?” Peter asked, trying not to smile as he pushed the wolfess to admit what she was hesitating to put to words. His efforts were rewarded by a look of furious frustration on the fuzzy white visage before Kaldr gave a short but quite loud bark. “Oww, all right I’m sorry, just not so close to my ears!” he said, and despite the stern look on the she-wolf’s face he could tell by the wag of the tail brushing his legs she was happy with her little victory. “I love you too…”

“I know…” the wolfess said, settling down and laying her head to the left of Peter’s, her tail wagging a little harder at the words despite the fact that they didn’t really come as a surprise.

“Some sort of lupine sixth sense?”

“No, not really…” Kaldr replied, shifting a little on top of him and making it clear what she meant. After the rigors and the cold most of his muscles had taken the opportunity to relax under the warmth of the wolfess resting on top of him, but as the soft fur of her belly rubbed against his crotch he could feel a part of him was anything but relaxed. He didn’t really think the white-furred female would mind considering this was hardly the most intimate they’d ever been, but he was still a little surprised when her shifting on top of him continued. “What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable…” she replied, a soft and playful voice coming from the muzzle a few inches away from his ear.

This wasn’t really the sensible thing to do. They were both exhausted and what their bodies really needed now was a night of deep, restful sleep. But he knew for a fact that it wasn’t what his body wanted and when he felt the wet touch of a soft lupine spade kiss the tip of his shaft he knew it wasn’t what the wolfess was craving either.

He wasn’t sure if the amorous she-wolf was having trouble sliding her sex over him or if she was just having fun teasing him, but either way he decided to stay put unless she asked for help. He could feel the moist softness of her lupine sex at she mashed it against him, having a little trouble getting his blunt head past the Y-shaped folds designed to accommodate the tapered tip of a canine. After a little more nudging and wriggling he could feel the puffy spade spread just a little as his shaft finally settled into the middle of it and after that all it took was a gentle push back from Kaldr to make his tip sink into the velvety warmth of the alabaster wolfess’ body.

Something between a whine and a moan left the she-wolf’s muzzle, her body tensing briefly against his own even as her sex tensed around the shaft now held securely in her steamy sex. The warmth of her body against his had been pleasant, but Peter found himself surprised again by the sheer heat of the lupine femininity even now being pushed down along his shaft, the speared spade twitching happily as Kaldr wriggled her hips and worked her way down. The wolfess raised her head and brought her muzzle to his lips, kissing him deeply as she sought to get every inch of her human lover sheathed between her furry legs.

By the time her spade was twitching around the base of his cock both the human and the wolf were moaning into their kiss, one of Peter’s arms wrapped around the white-furred form laying on top of him while the other scratched behind the she-wolf’s pointed ears, making her whimper at the familiar and always welcome gesture. The lupine sex felt as tight around him as ever, especially the spade even now clenching around his base even though there was no knot for it to grab hold of.

Not that Kaldr had any intention of getting tied. He felt her hind legs shuffle a little as the wolfess braced herself, lifting her rump off his cock as far as she could before descending to once again engulf him in that silken heat. And ‘heat’ was the right word for how he felt whenever he was hilted between Kaldr’s legs. Rebecca’s sex was warm but the arctic wolfess was a little more hot-blooded than either of them, a fact that was always intimately clear whenever he mated with her.

The thought of the expecting mother of his child didn’t bother the young man as the white-furred wolfess eagerly rode his lap. There was no guilt because neither he nor Kaldr were being unfaithful, and the only thing the gravid Halfling would hold against them would be having this kind of fun without her. It was that thought that made Peter realize that he and the eager wolfess on top of him had never done this sort of thing without Rebecca present. The thought made him feel a little closer to the she-wolf, and he could feel his arm wrapping just a little bit tighter around her sleek body as she lovingly licked and nuzzled his neck.

When she had climbed on top of her human companion she'd genuinely wanted to warm Peter up a little. And when she felt his masculinity stir she'd figured that a little relaxation would do them both good, and would help smooth over their little spat. But as she drove her twitching spade down over and over again, whimpering and gasping as he was filled each time by the human male grunting under her, it felt like more than just a fun romp. It was hardly the first time she'd felt Peter inside her but as she rode him with nobody there but the two of them she realized she'd seen him as her lover for some time now, but had never realized it. Peter had mentioned that she was worried about returning to Rebecca without him, but the wolfess knew now without a doubt that if the worst had happened her heart would have been just as broken as the Halfling ranger's.

It was a bitter thought, or would have been if she was in any condition to think truly bitter thoughts. It was hard to imagine Peter gone with the young man's shaft held firmly by her puffy sex, the canine folds wrapped tight enough to keep every drop his member leaked inside her. She let out a low murr as his hands began to roam her body, leaving furrows in her thick white fur as they trailed along her sleek form. Her tail shuddered when they griped her haunches, a gentle but dominant gesture the wolfess found herself responding to. Pressing herself flat against her smooth-skinned lover she lowered her behind, her spade twitching eagerly as it slid to the base of his shaft.

With the she-wolf quiescent on top of him Peter figured she intended for him to take over. Gripping the fluffy lupine rump he planted his feet on the grass under him and gave a sharp buck, satisfied by both the amorous yip he got from Kaldr and the way her snug sex had slid up along his shaft before her hindquarters fell and the she-wolf's sex once again engulfed every inch of him. It seemed he'd caught her by surprise and try as he might he never got the same silly noise out of that alabaster muzzle, no matter how powerful his thrusts or how wildly he bounced her up and down on his lap. He wasn't sure where the energy was coming from but he felt tireless as he drove himself up and into her over and over again, aware of nothing but the silken grip of the she-wolf's sex and the need rising up within him.

Kaldr had laid her head beside his and he could feel the heat of her breath as she panted as well as the beat of her heart through the thick fur pressed flat between them. He could tell she was close and so was surprised to feel her wriggling out of his embrace, plating her forepaws on either side of his head as she lifted her chest off his.

She made no move to break free of his grip on her rear, and the expression on her muzzle made it clear that she wanted everything he could give her. The young man bucked his hips wildly into her aware that he was using energy his body didn’t have and that sweet oblivion waited from them both once they reached their peaks. The lupine sex pulsing around him was a subtle sign that the wolfess was approaching her climax, and what followed was anything but.

Kaldr lifted her slender muzzle to the star-lit sky and howled as she reached her peak, her spade clenching up around the shaft still pummeling away at her sex even as the lupine femininity tried to hold it locked inside. Peter had been surprised by the wolfess’ howl, but he supposed that she could hardly do it when they were intimate back home. The sound would be sure to spook the livestock, not to mention the sort of gossip it might stir up…

Peter still kept pumping away at the climaxing she-wolf’s sex, even though he was barely pulling out. This wasn’t his first time with Kaldr and he remembered what the dark spade looked like when she climaxed, gripping him and clinging desperately to his cock whenever he tried to pull it out. He’d been close to his own peek even before the lupine cunny began milking him, and with his fingers digging into the soft fur covering the she-wolf’s haunches he pulled her down on top of him, hilting himself inside the eagerly whimpering wolfess as his shaft began to throb within her.

The she-wolf milking his length whined in time with every twitch of his member, her sex milking him and keeping every drop inside despite his lack of a knot. It was pure bliss even though Peter felt like his energy was dwindling away, the last of his strength leaving him along with the seed he was pumping into the panting female resting on top of him. She looked down at him and he could see that her eyes were as lidded as his were. He knew Kaldr loved to keep him inside her for as long as she could, and since he knew neither of them had the strength to wait until his shaft softened and slipped from the lupine spade on its own, they settled down and got as comfortable as they could before sleep claimed them.

*******

The weather outside was dismal, and likely to remain so for at least the whole day. The rain had started in the night and was still dripping without pause form a slate-gray sky. It was the sort of weather that made a person grateful to be somewhere warm and dry, and miserable enough to make any indoor activity seem like a better choice than venturing outside. Granted, the people under this roof would likely be doing the same thing if the day had been clear and sunny, but they might have been tempted to venture out instead of clustering on the rug laid out by the fireside.

“Are you going to ask him?” Rebecca inquired, meeting the gaze of the wolfess as the two of them lavished their attention on the male lying flat on his back under her. The idea was to just get Peter ready, but if Kaldr took any more time with her little request their shared male was likely to erupt and they they’d have to start all over again.

“Ask me what?” came the response from behind her, but to his credit Peter’s curiosity didn’t stop his fingers from dipping in and out of the gravid Halfling’s honeypot. And she’d have been all too happy to kiss and lick along her lover’s shaft along with the wolfess and enjoy his skilful probing of her sex, but she still forced herself to dismount the man and let the alabaster wolfess ask her question.

“Well I was wondering… could you… you know… use my muzzle?” the she-wolf asked, the soft voice and demurely lowered tail contrasting quite sharply with what she was asking for.

“Look, I know I was a bit worried about those teeth at first but you don’t have to be so nervous about asking me to…”

“No, I mean could you… use my muzzle. You know like sort of… rutting it?” the she-wolf asked, her voice rising in a hopeful tone even as her ears folded behind her head. It was strange for Peter to see the lupine femme so bashful since she was, ironically, the most sociable one in their little trio.

“You mean like…” Peter began but found it hard to formulate what he thought Kaldr was asking of him.

“Look, I love the way you make love to me, but I thought that every once in a while it might be… sort of fun if you got a little… rough. You are always considerate to give me what I want but it might be a bit of a thrill if you forced me to take what you wanted to give me. You know – you could grab my paws, pull my tail, bite my scruff, put your hands on the back of my head, breed my muzzle and make me swallow every drop…” the wolfess began suggesting in a more energetic tone, stopping only when she realized that at some point during the little speech her tail had started wagging.

“I guess there’s no fighting the mating instinct…” Rebecca teased, scratching the base of the she-wolf’s bushy tail.

“It… might not be that!” the she-wolf protested, but didn’t shy away from the Halfling’s scratching fingers. “You know, two-legged people also like to take the submissive role every now and again!”

“How do you know that?” Peter asked.

“I… I’m very sociable! People talk to me all the time!” the wolfess almost barked out.

“True, you are a very good listener. After all you have amazing hearing, don’t you?” Rebecca teased, scratching Kaldr’s folded ears and making them perk back up.

“Well it’s not my fault people don’t realize how loud they are. And I don’t tattle and don’t judge, so there’s no harm if I happen to… overhear something, is there?” the she-wolf said, eager to change the subject before her fondness for moonlit walks through the village came up.

“So you want me to use your muzzle and get… a little rough?” Peter said, and Kaldr perked up at both the interest in his voice and the fact he was changing the subject.

“Yes! And… and maybe call me a bitch every now and again…” she added, pointedly avoiding Peter’s gaze.

“What?” the young man asked, and Rebecca found herself amazed at the sense of chivalry that permitted Peter to have sex with a wolf, but balked at the idea of addressing a female with disrespect, no matter the number of legs.

“Look, it’s okay of you say that to me! I am one. But the good kind! I’m probably the nicest bitch you’ll ever meet…”

“Well then, if that’s what you want… sit!” Rebecca said, surprising both the human and the wolf with the command, the only difference being that the lupine rump fell to the floor. Peter was having a hard time understanding just what Kaldr needed, but thanks to their soul-bond Rebecca had a deeper insight, and if she was being honest some degree of curiosity. “There’s a good bitch… now open wide and look like you want it…”

Peter hadn’t been sure if the two were just playing a joke on him, but if the expression of wanton lust on Kaldr’s face as she opened her mouth and let her tongue slip past her lower canines was fake the she-wolf was a better actress than he thought. One step was close enough to bring her within reach, and once she was he put both hands on the back of her head, pushing her puzzle down and onto his throbbing shaft. The wolfess let out an eager whine as his cock slid along her tongue, looking up at him expectantly as she cradled it on her tongue.

“Good girl. Now get ready for what you asked for…” he said, holding her head tight as he pulled his hips back, sliding his shaft almost free of the lupine muzzle before jamming the whole thing back in.

He could see Kaldr’s eyes go wide at first but the wolfess seemed to have no intention of changing her mind and backing down. Instead she flicked her ears back and lowered her gaze to the fleshy length pistoning in and out of her mouth as Peter began doing what she’d begged him to. And even though the sheer length of her muzzle meant she could take his shaft deeper than Rebecca he still noticed the wolfess was struggling to do so, letting out an occasional whine and whimper that the cock rutting her mouth kept muffled.

“Mmh, look at him go… so is this what you needed? To be an obedient bitch and let him do whatever he wanted?” Rebecca asked, and even though the normally talkative she-wolf couldn’t respond, the wag of the tail against the rug was enough of an answer. And of course Peter wasn’t doing whatever he wanted, but rather what Kaldr had asked him to do, but the white-furred femme seemed to respond to the idea that anything could happen.

Deciding that she might as well some fun with the lusty lupine, Rebecca let one hand slide along her neck until it settled on the underside of Kaldr’s throat. It was a vulnerable and therefore very sensitive spot on her body, and she assumed stroking it would help her sink into this submissive role the she-wolf seemed so eager to explore. She had a more practical use in mind for the other hand, kneeling down and pushing it under the wolfess’ fluffy behind.

It didn’t take the Halfling long to find the puffy lupine spade but she was surprised at how wet the alabaster bitch was from just having Peter rut her mouth. When her fingers brushed against it she felt Kaldr raise her rear end just a little, enough for Rebecca to slide it under. After that the she-wolf sat back down, the lupine sex twitching in anticipation of the Halfling’s nimble fingers.

The diminutive female’s attention was quite welcome and hardly unexpected, but Kaldr was surprised at how aroused she’d gotten even before she felt a digit prodding at the folds of her sex. There was something about the way Peter was gripping her head, the force with which he was bucking into her muzzle and the sight of his muscular abdomen flexing as he did. Submitting to her lover so utterly was something she’d merely been curious about, but now her mind couldn’t help but conjure even more debauched scenes. Not to mention she hadn’t even considered Rebecca would find the idea appealing, but as the Halfling slid a few more fingers into her quivering muff she could smell how much this was arousing her.

“There’s a good girl. You want your treat now?” she heard Peter ask and did her best to wag her tail and whine imploringly as he rutted her mouth.

She was sure he was about to hilt himself deep enough for the head of his shaft to tickle her throat, and was surprised to find her muzzle being pulled off the glistening length. Her male took one hand off her to aim his twitching shaft at her face while the other one grabbed her scruff hard enough to make her spade pulse around Rebecca’s fingers. She worked out what Peter had in mind just in time to open her muzzle wide and stick her tongue out just as the first rope of the human’s seed flew towards it.

Peter held her scruff firmly as he pumped his cock, sending white streaks flying from it and forcing the she-wolf to catch them. As the deluge slowed he pushed her face forward and without a word Kaldr began to lash her tongue against the warm goo still drooling from his tip, looking debauched as she wantonly bathed his glistening length with her tongue.

With Peter’s softening shaft free of her muzzle, the wolfess looked blissful as she panted, showing a long pink tongue with a bit of her lover’s seed still clinging to it. Rebecca had to admit she found the lusty lupine’s initial idea a little silly, but watching the fit young man use the she-wolf’s muzzle like that had been more thrilling than she would have guessed. And she knew for a fact that Kaldr had no regrets since the hand still lazily pumping under the wolfess’ rump was quite thoroughly soaked. Not to mention that the Halfling could feel a similar trickle making its way down the insides of her own thighs.

Her sea-green eyes caught Peter’s gaze and the twinkle she saw in there let her know that the male responsible for the curve of her belly had not forgotten her. But she knew from experience that even though he was virile enough to see to the needs of two amorous females, Peter would need some time to recover. And giving him something to watch often determined how long it would take. A few whispered words were all it took for the alabaster wolf sitting on her hand to lay down and roll over, her forepaws held against her chest while her hind legs were splayed, putting her well-fingered spade on lewd display for their male.

She spared the lounging Peter a glance over one shoulder before turning her back to him, regretting that in order to give him this little show she’d miss out on seeing the expression on his face. The expression on Kaldr’s muzzle was eager as she grabbed the she-wolf’s hind-paws and pulled them forward, until her rear lifted a little off the ground and her wet spade pointed up rather than at the man watching them.

She descended slowly, feeling soft white fur against her skin before she felt the kiss of the canine’s mound against her own dripping slit. She groaned at the intimate contact, the nipples on her gently swollen breasts growing stiff at the feeling of the warm lupine flesh between her legs. With her knees on either side of Kaldr’s hips her lips were parted just a little, enough that after rubbing her slit up and down the canine cunny a few times she felt her folds gently part around the twitching spade.

The she-wolf’s tail was wagging hard enough that she could feel the bushy appendage fanning her back even as she arched it, gently pressing her sex against the lupine femininity. Watching Peter mate her companion’s muzzle had gotten her so riled up that even the subtle stimulation of the lupine mound caught between her folds was making her shudder, her hips pressing down as she ground her slit against Kaldr’s sex, her body desperate to have something reach deeper inside her even as she savored the sensuousness of this moment.

As she gazed into the she-wolf’s eyes she knew full well why this subtle stimulation felt so intense. Even before the lupine whining under her had confessed her feelings and their relationship became intimate the two of them had shared a bond that had gone soul deep. The connection between them now went deeper than either sororal or romantic affection, and it was why grinding her sex against the wolfess’ felt so intense – she could feel Kaldr’s passion mount even as hers did and it only served to fan the heat smoldering in her loins.

The slow, sensuous grinding soon devolved into desperate little thrusts as the two females worked themselves towards release. Rebecca knew they were making a mess of each other and no doubt providing Peter with quite a spectacle, the noises they were making rising in both pitch and desire until it became impossible to tell apart the ones coming from a mouth and the ones coming from a muzzle. Rebecca had humped the canine muff to blissful release at least once and had been well on her way towards another peak when she felt hands gently settle on her hips. The vigorous grinding against the wolfess panting under her had left her body covered in a thin layer of perspiration that had nothing to do with the fire crackling in the hearth, and even though she could feel the heat coming off her body the hands caressing her still felt thrillingly warm.

It was with some regret that she dismounted Kaldr and broke their ‘kiss’, but the twinkle in the wolfess’ eyes told her she fully intended to find a way to join her and Peter. Her male lover was conveniently enough on his knees, and still stood several inches taller than Rebecca. She pressed both her lips and the rest of her willowy body against him, her heart skipping a beat as she savored the feel of smooth skin drawn over a hard, muscle-packed frame, a sharp contrast to the softness of Kaldr’s coat. She wrapped her arms around his neck while Peter’s hands wandered freely over her silk-smooth skin, his touch gentle even when he ran a palm over the curve of her behind or cupped one of her full breasts. And his caresses seemed particularly tender when he his hand slid over the gentle curve of her once flat belly, a subtle proof to Rebecca that she’d chosen her mate well.

The hands eventually settled on her generous hips and took her in a firm grip as Rebecca found her feet leaving the rug. A thrill went through her at this display of strength as her lover easily picked her up, her legs wrapping around him as he began to lower her dripping sex to the tip of his shaft. As she waited to feel her folds part around him Rebecca wondered if Peter fully understood what it meant to her to be held like this.

All her life Rebecca had been forced to deal with the fact she stood taller than even Halfling males and was considered lumbering and unfeminine by her kind despite the delicate features of her face and a body curved in a way that couldn’t fail to catch a man’s eye. And her pregnancy had only enhanced an already nubile form, causing her perky bosom to become ample enough to show through any clothes she wore. But it had also made her feel heavier and bring up memories of the times she’d walked hunched over as much as she could, trying not to look ‘freakishly’ tall.

She supposed it must work both ways – as much as being effortlessly lifted and held made her feel delicate and sylph-like, Rebecca imagined it must satisfy some masculine instinct deep in Peter’s mind. Something inside the male must respond to the opposite of what she craved – the feeling of being strong and powerful, something that thrilled at the idea of being a mighty giant…

“Aaahh!”

The errant thought was pushed out of her mind even as Peter’s tip gently pushed its way past the wet folds of her sex, but the idea of a giant remained in her head as she felt her body respond to the hard length working its way into her. Little gasps made their way past her lips as Peter gently lowered her down, the throbbing shaft rubbing the walls of her sex in a way that made her spine tingle as her lover slowly filled her.

Rebecca had thought that carrying a child might quell the urges that had caused her to conceive in the first place, but the way her sex was clenching and pulsing around her lover’s member was proof that her desires wend deeper than an instinct to breed. Her legs wrapped tighter around her male as she pulled his face down to kiss him, the tongue slipping playfully into her mouth failing to muffle her moans as she felt the steely length bottom out inside her snug sex.

Peter’s hands slid lower until he held one of her firm cheeks in each one. The feeling of her sitting on his palms seemed to excite him, and Rebecca found herself whimpering into their kiss as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her rump as her lover lost his fight against the desire to grope her rear. Not that she minded it. In fact she wriggled a little in his lap, playfully suggesting he’d need to keep a firm grip, lest she wriggle free…

As subtle as the movement was, it served to make the length held in her sex shift enough to make the Halfling shudder, her body hungry for more even as she savored the sensation of having every inch of Peter’s shaft buried between her splayed folds. She suspected even a human woman would have found a male with Peter’s endowments more than ample, and even after all the times they’d made love her body always needed a little while to adjust to the sheer size of her mate. Whenever he slid himself in just the sensation of her cunny wrapped around the throbbing length was intense enough, and it always took a few minutes for her body to begin craving more.

A few errant puffs that felt cold against her wet skin were all the warning she had that Kaldr had seen enough and was eager for a taste. After the dainty sniffs she expected to feel the lash of the broad lupine tongue against the plump lips splayed around Peter, but her lover’s groan told he that he was the target of the curious wolf’s licks. Since every inch of Peter was buried inside her she assumed the wolfess was toying with the heavy sack hanging under the base of the shaft she was holding, and the twitch of the meaty length hilted in her sex told her just how much their male was enjoying the attention. And it was her turn to make funny noises when the lupine tongue moved up, swiping over the folds splayed around Peter’s girth as the wolfess got a good taste of both of them. Kaldr even used the fact that her cheeks were spread apart a little as each rested in one of Peter’s hands, and Rebecca was sure she was blushing bright red at the noises that broad, silky tongue drew from her lips as it trailed up the crease of her shapely behind.

She was saved from the she-wolf’s curious tongue when Peter lifted her, the lips of Rebecca’s sex clinging to the thick shaft even as the ones on her face parted in a silent moan. The velvety walls of her cunny clung to every inch as she was lifted off her lover’s member, and the moan she let out when Peter lowered her back down was anything but silent. There was nothing for Rebecca to do at this point but to keep her arms wrapped around the young man’s neck and her legs wrapped behind his back as he effortlessly lifted and lowered her firm behind, sliding her up and down his length as the wolfess behind her took whatever chance she could to fan the flames.

As sapient thought was pushed from her mind, the Halfling ranger did get an idea of how she might help the she-wolf join in. She took the opportunity to give Peter another kiss before releasing her hold on his neck and gently leaning back. Realizing what she intended, her lover moved one hand to her lower back, supporting the Halfling as her head and shoulders came to rest on the rug and she caught the sight of the alabaster wolfess’ upside-down grin.

Peter couldn’t pull out much in this position, but it actually suited Rebecca. While a vigorous rutting from her big male had a definite appeal, she felt more than content to keep most of him inside her and savor the sensuality of a gentle lovemaking. Her lips parted as Kaldr lowered her muzzle to her mouth and they shared a kiss before the wolfess decided there was more of the Halfling that needed kissing.

Her tongue had merely flicked gently across her neck and collar-bone, but once the she-wolf reached Rebecca’s breasts the broad pink appendage snaked out as the wolfess began to vigorously lick the pillowy mounds. The Halfling found herself gasping for breath as the silky tongue lapped away at the her bosom, wondering if the wolfess realized how sensitive her once perky breasts had become as they grew heavier. Even if she hadn’t the stiffening of Rebecca’s nipples was enough to give it away, and soon enough the hard little nubs were also drawing Kaldr’s attention.

The lash of the lupine tongue against her bouncing breasts was heavenly, but Rebecca felt a bit selfish being serviced by both Peter and her loyal she-wolf, even though neither of them seemed to mind. She pulled Kaldr’s muzzle up for a brief kiss before beckoning for the wolfess to get into position. Soon her view of the young man pumping away between her legs was eclipsed by a snow-white rear, the wet dark spade sticking out of the sea of milky fur as the lupine rump descended.

Something between a whine and a moan left Kaldr’s muzzle as she felt Rebecca’s fingers pry her swollen sex open gently before the Halfling’s tongue delved in. Even though the wolfess could easily reach herself with her muzzle, and even though her tongue was far more impressive than the ones hiding in Peter’s or Rebecca’s mouth, it always made her spine tingle and her tail shudder when she felt one of them lick her back there.

And as Rebecca pressed her lips to the lupine spade, Kaldr‘s eyes were drawn to the Halfling’s sex, the moist petals blushing as they clung to either side of Peter’s shaft. Her long neck bent as she brought her muzzle closer to the point where Peter’s shaft was sinking over and over into his petite lover, her nostrils widening as she took in the scent of their rutting before she snaked her tongue out for a taste.

Despite the lupine spade muffling it her keen ears picked up the sound of Rebecca’s squeak as she felt the wolfess begin to lick and lap at both her sex and the part of Peter’s shaft not buried inside it. And while Kaldr had little doubt that Peter was enjoying it she knew for a fact Rebeca was, since the canny canine was making sure to flick the tip of her smooth tongue against the little nub at the top of the Halfling’s sex.

Rebecca had been close to climax and between Peter’s pumping and Kaldr licking her most sensitive spot she felt like she wasn’t reaching her peak as much as being pushed past it. Her hands dug into the fur of the she-wolf’s haunches, the canine sex serving to muffle a cry of delight as her whole body tensed up. She felt her sex grip Peter’s cock and the way the steely length suddenly felt twice as thick inside her before the walls of her sex began to quiver and pulse, milking the still pistoning shaft and almost begging her lover for his seed.

Peter proved to have the most stamina of the three of them, with Rebecca having licked the panting she-wolf to release before she felt the male’s rhythm break up, until he finally drove himself in as deep as he could go and held himself there. The wolf still mounting her face took the opportunity to redouble her efforts, flicking her tongue furiously over the Halfling’s nub in an obvious attempt to push her over. Rebecca felt the warm rush fill her and heard Peter’s groans before her body gave in under the lupine onslaught. Only after her sex had stopped twitching around Peter’s shaft did Kaldr dismount the Halfling’s face, turning around and quickly replacing her spade with her muzzle as the two kissed while Peter held her and held himself inside her, no doubt enjoying the view as he waited for his turn…

*******

“This was a good idea. It just feels… right.” Kaldr said, looking in her element as she regarded the woods surrounding the three of them.

Rebecca and Peter didn’t say anything but they did share a knowing glance at the wolfess’ sudden sense of propriety. Kaldr had gone into heat at some point during the night and had been almost ready to pounce on Peter once she woke up. Rebecca might have been offended at the way her loyal childhood companion turned lover was focusing on the male they shared, but she knew full well why the she-wolf was interested in Peter.

This wasn’t Kaldr’s first heat since they all became intimate, but for the past six months or so the she-wolfs diet had included some unpalatable but potent potions that would ensure this heat was a little different. The past few had made her frisky, or friskier than usual, but eager for fun with both Rebecca as well as Peter. But the prospect of getting a litter of pups by the time the day was out was what had the wolfess desperate for a male. They hadn’t really gone very far into the forest, but rather just the bit that adjoined their property. It offered a woodsy atmosphere as well as enough privacy to make the three comfortable as the two-leggers shed their clothing.

“Here, this one’s yours…” Rebecca said, handing Peter a small corked vial. Guessing what was in it he removed the stopper and tossed back the contents, grimacing at the fluid that tasted like tea left in the kettle until almost all the water had boiled out and the leaves were cooked down to a mush.

“Ughhh, this stuff really is vile…”

“I told you!” the snowy lupine quipped. “And you only had to drink it once…”

“Let me see…” Rebecca asked, motioning for Peter to bend down. She pulled his lips to hers and as they kissed she made a point of slipping her tongue into his mouth. “I still think you two are overreacting…” she said after they broke the kiss, making a point of licking her lips as if to sample any residue of the potion she’d fed Peter.

“Well, as long as it works, I don’t mind…” Kaldr said, her tone once again becoming impatient now that she had a naked male in her sight.

“You don’t doubt me, do you?” Rebecca asked the wolf, scratching her behind the ears and getting a little peck on the lips in return.

“No…” Kaldr admitted. This heat was different and she knew deep down that the bitter draughts and the prayers Rebecca had offered to Desna had made her fertile enough for a human’s seed to quicken inside her. Peter even smelled better since this morning, and the lupine femme knew enough to trust her nose.

“So if we’re ready, how do we…” Peter began and Rebecca managed not to laugh at the expression on his face when the horny wolfess suddenly rushed towards him, burying her nose in his crotch without so much as a word.

She could see Kaldr’s nostrils flaring even as the wolf attacked her soon-to-be mate with her tongue, running the broad pink appendage all over his privates in an effort to fully stir the tumescent shaft. After her talk of playing a submissive, the Halfling noticed that her kinks couldn’t stand against instinct. This was no foreplay, but rather a desperate invitation to mate, an attempt to stir in the human the same sort of flame burning between her legs. And curiously effective, too.

“Kaldr… if you don’t stop, I’m…” Peter grunted, the wolfess responding either to his words or his tone and twisting around. When her bushy white tail lifted he was greeted by the sight of the heat-swollen spade, literally dripping as the she-wolf spread her hind legs and arched her back. Letting out an almost feral whine as she craned her neck to look behind her.

Remembering what she’d said on that rainy day Peter wrapped his fingers around the base of her tail and grabbed it firmly. It was a possessive gesture, and one a wolf would have been incapable off but one that the lupine femme seemed to respond to, judging by the way the white-furred appendage shuddered in his grip. It also served to keep her steady as the young man gripped his shaft, guiding the head to the dripping spade and mashing it against the canine muff until he saw the Y-shaped folds part around him and the tip of his cock sink into the literal heat of the moaning she-wolf.

He paused for a moment to watch the peculiar femininity pulse around his shaft, as well as to savor the way her muscles flexed to caress and milk the tip buried inside. But Kaldr seemed desperate for more, and when he felt her trying to push back against him despite the grip he had on her tail he figured he might as well give it to her. With his cock safely wedged in her spade, he put one hand on a fluffy lupine hip and used his grip to pull her rear back even as he thrust forwards.

The yip that got from Kaldr made him think he might have overdone it, but the moment he stopped he could feel the eager bitch trying to move back and forth, desperate not only for her release, but for his. When he began to thrust against the snowy rump the wolfess quickly calmed down, panting and gasping as she trusted her mate to breed her.

“I don’t get it… We’ve done this when you were in heat before…” he said, staring in disbelief at the way the dark lupine spade clung to him, already pulsing and twitching as if Kaldr was climaxing.

“That –ahh!- was…”

“…different.” Rebecca finished for the panting wolfess, placing a hand on the bare skin of her own curved belly as she met Kaldr’s eyes. Sex itself was a thrill, and lovemaking served to reaffirm the bond between them, but this was something that went deeper for a female – letting a male inside you when you knew you were fertile and accepting him as the father of your offspring created a bond that went deeper than romantic love.

The explanation seemed enough for Peter as he kept a firm grip and a steady tempo, driving his shaft into the lust-dazed wolf over and over. Rebecca found herself approaching the wolfess and lifting her muzzle to her lips. They kissed as deeply as they could while also letting the panting lupine catch her breath as the Halfling shared in the moment the same way Kaldr had when she’d conceived the child growing inside her.

The wolfess broke their kiss but continued to flick her tongue over Rebecca’s chin and neck, finding her way once again to the Halfling’s bosom. Rebecca moaned softly and scratched her companion behind the ears as the lupine tongue began to play with the lush mounds, bouncing them and every now and again flicking across a stiff nipple, drawing a soft moan from the Halfling. When the she-wolf began to lavish the same attention to her swollen belly Rebecca knew where she was going and parted her legs, waiting to feel the muzzle burry itself between them.

The wolfess was far too distracted by the male rutting her to really focus on what she was doing, but with a tongue that size the clumsy licks were enough to get Rebeca going. One of her hands still rested on the wolf’s head, while the other tweaked one of her nipples, the sight of watching the she-wolf get bred fanning her own flames and making her wonder if Kaldr had felt this way when the places were reversed.

The she-wolf’s tongue lashed out on reflex, lapping away at the Halfling’s slit and occasionally slipping past the plump lips and stroking the silken walls of Rebecca’s sex. It was the best she could do with her mind feeling fractured, her focus bound to the sensations coming from between her legs. She could feel her swollen spade flexing around Peter’s cock, trying in vain to grip a knot she knew the human didn’t have. All it served to do was to rub the clit hidden inside her puffy mound against the pistoning length, the sounds leaving her muzzle sounding at once feral and obscene.

As Peter pumped away at her sex she was torn between a desire for this moment to last as long as it could and a desperate, almost maddening need for release. And it was release that her body couldn’t give her. She knew that she’d climaxed several times already but every time she did she felt no closer to the feeling of post-coital bliss. It was something her body couldn’t grant her and she knew she wouldn’t have peace until she finally felt the warm rush of her lover as he quenched the fire burning in her loins.

Kaldr had no sense of the passage of time, no way tell a second and a minute apart. She guessed that she must have pushed Rebecca to her climax because the Halfling was lifting her head, kissing her briefly before letting her muzzle rest on one of her shoulders as she stroked her neck. She could hear Rebecca whisper and coo to her, too far gone to understand what she was saying but appreciating the warmth in the other female’s voice.

The twitching of the shaft pistoning in and out of her grabbed her focus then and the wolfess stopped breathing as she waited to feel her lover breed her. With one last thrust Peter pushed in as deep as he could the grip on her tail growing tighter as the head of his shaft swelled and a warmth blossomed inside her. She could hear herself panting like a bitch in heat, her sex flexing around the knotless shaft as it made sure to draw out every drop of her mate’s seed. Peter released her tail and used both hands to hold her hips, guessing correctly that the wolfess would want him to stay inside her for as long as he could, ensuring that she was carrying his pups by the time he slipped out.