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[b]Love and War: Far Away From Home Fic[/b]

[u]A fic dedicated to my friend and creator of the TTRPG game “Far Away From Home"[/u]

[i][b]We never see all the interactions of the characters in their downtime. Merely glimpse into a broader picture as we progress and learn their travel and stories. Things such as romance creep under our purview. And how the party interacts with the wolves they have met along the way or recruited to their cause~

Crim finds herself facing down a former adversary. A mighty berserker she had dubbed “War". Yet he comes baring no tooth or claw. What would make such a mighty wolf seek peace~?[/b][/i]

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Shortly after the events of chapter 5: Gatekeepers:

[i]Simon: Did you see the look on the red guy's face after Crim belted him in the gut?

Graff: Haha yeah, that must've hurt. He looked really pissed.

Gabriel: Are you sure he was pissed? It looked more like he was kinda…

Crim: Don't finish that sentence.[/i]

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The bushes rustled as a towering brute of a bipedal wolf skulked through the brush. His body is powerful and muscular. Coat of fur a thick and brilliant scarlet. His features sharp and masculine, yet utterly canine.

He stood as every bit the human legend of a werewolf and then some. Already did the wolves stand taller than most humans, yet he stood a head taller than even his kin. A mighty 8 feet from head to tail. Most of his kind lucky to stand the height of his broad shoulders.

He was a berserker, most of his species falling in line with specific gene expressions that tended to define their "class" and profession in a rigid pack society. Not that he was dissatisfied. It didn't exactly take elegance to "punch gud". But even the most primal of jobs required skill and experience. Besides, he really did punch gud.

And in a way, a punch is what brought him here...Sniffing the air as he caught their scent again. HER scent~

The crimson-haired female that had occupied his active thoughts and dreams for over a week. They met when his group was sent out to stop the party of humans from crossing the southern peaks.

"Waken'ers" his kind called them. The furless beings were supposedly special. But the crimson female...She was even moreso.

She was strong. Tough and fearless! Driving her fist into his gut mid-battle, making even a brute like him wheeze and topple as he saw stars. His gaze focused on her in that moment. Her ferocious glare made his loins stir and heart skip a beat. It was full of fire, indomitable, intense. She might have been more of a beast than he was!

He rubbed his abdomen remembering the power of that impact. "War" is what she called him. She gave names to many of the wolves they apparently fought. No idea why, and the meaning was lost on him. But he loved it all the same.

Ever since his party lost that fight, they've been trailing the small group. Following through the mountain pass and downward into the warmer forests and riverside. For him, he wanted to meet that female again. Touch her, scent her. He was smitten the minute he felt her ferocity and power. Watched the wind blow through her gorgeous flowing locks and the sun dance off her fair skin. Her powerful figure cast against the shimmering backdrop of the surrounding snow. War wished to prove himself a suitable mate.

He was tailed by his party members. The Assassin, Caul. And their Sniper, Fucko. Caul himself had found interest in a female of their party. A blue-haired beauty that had crossed blades in their skirmish. And Fucko? It was unknown, but he did seem to love their strange technology.

War's ear twitched. A dull thump echoing through the evening air and weaving through the trees. He tasted the air, her scent stronger than ever. His heart thrummed in his chest as his tail began to lightly wag side-to-side. A heat in his cheeks as he saw her through the brush.

Crim was gathering wood for a fire as the party made camp for the night. Fresh from saving the brother wolves Het and Al from a rough conflict with their kin. The pair had set off, but not before giving the party hope that these alien canines could be reasoned with. She heard the snap and shuffle of foliage nearby. Bunching her fist as she paused and looked to its source. Her stance firm, ready to throw down with any assailant mistakenly thinking they could get the drop on her.

Instead, a tall bulky red wolf stepped out while he revealed himself from a distance. His clawed hands touching together under his chest in a nervous and curiously timid stance. She watched how his ears shifted between lowering and perking upward, matching his fixed and uncertain gaze. Looking past him to a familiar pair keeping their distance and letting the berserker do his thing.

"War?" Crim asked curiously. Watching how the towering scarlet wolf perked immediately at the call of his name. Tail hiked upward to sway at her recognition.

[i]She remembered him! Was it his scent? His look?[/i] War thought frantically. Seeing the crimson-haired female again as it grew difficult to focus. He stepped forward again, trying to look as non-threatening as possible while he swallowed the lump in his throat. His sharp teeth rubbing against one another as he struggled with his roaring excitement and timid lust. She still had a combat stance, ready to drive her fist into his stomach again if he wasn't careful.

He did his best to convey his feelings. Wanting her, loving her. His gutteral language of growls and grunts followed by hand gestures seeming to get his point across. At least to a degree. Her stance slowly softened, her sweet expression going from firm, to shock, to intrigue.

Crim paused as she watched and heard the big furry lug pour his heart out. Smitten with her ever since their battle. Her mind going back to that encounter, the look on his face in the midst of trading punches. Sending him to one knee when she sunk her knuckles into his abdomen. And the unmistakable pink of his red rocket peeking from its sheath. Something Gabriel was more than happy to point out later that day in a lighthearted tease.

Speaking of his rocket...Anything lost in communication seemed to be conveyed just as well by the inches of thick canine cock starting to slide from his plump sheathe. His heated breath as his loins flexed and twitched just seeing her again. Droplets of pre seed beading at its tip and rolling down his length to dampen the fur.

She couldn't help but stare. The wolf had it bad. And strangely...She was kind of into it~ It was Crim herself that had suggested recruiting wolf allies after all. But was she really willing to push the boundaries between species for some diplomacy? She gave her head a light shake and smirked. This wasn't about diplomacy; it was a cheap excuse at best for what her body was wanting. Even in this alien world people needed intimacy, someone to lean on and love...And the bashful brute, fluffy and inhuman as he was, was certainly her type.

Crim smiled as she stepped forward. Tossing caution to the wind. Couldn't hurt to give the guy a chance, right? Afterall, he had traveled all this way to confess his puppy love. And she certainly appreciated the effort.

She outstretched her hand, waiting as War paused a moment before offering his own to her. Feeling as she gently gripped his paw, resting her thumb in his padded palm while she admired its texture. Instead of the usual separated canine pads, the palms and underside of their fingers were entirely covered. The dusky flesh pliable but rough, excellent for gripping but a bit abrasive.

She reached out with her other hand, trailing along his burly arm. Feeling the sculpted rock-hard musculature underneath his thick and brilliant coat of scarlet fur. He rumbled with delight as she touched him, no doubt assessing him as mating material. Happily sticking out his chest and trying to stand proudly as he showed off his figure to the female he so desired.

Crim could only giggle at the open enthusiasm and pride, watching how wildly his tail wagged and wiggled while she explored his powerful form. Her hands sliding upward to stroke his shoulders and collar. Gliding down to the brilliant crest of additional fur covering his broad chest. Sinking her hand into his coat before she pulled closer and dove her face into that course canine fluff.

He was so warm, burying herself for a moment in his bountiful fur as each breath brought in his rich scent. He smelled like a dog of course, but so much more. It was rugged, soothing, wild. Crim's stresses started to melt away as she combed her fingers through his coat and felt the rise and fall of his diaphragm. Slow breaths of him that eased her worries and banished any bothersome cold that could creep past her ring drive.

War jumped slightly at how she nuzzled into his fur. Having savored her touches while she explored his studly frame. Her soft embrace and scent sending sparks up and down his spine. His own breathing slow and gentle as he took his chance and brought his arms around her hips and waist. He could only rumble and blush at her rapid curiosity and acceptance. Having expected some hostility, aggression...The fear she would reject him plagued his dreams all week. But here she was, embracing him, sharing warmth, and nuzzled against his breast. His own excitement made his legs feel weak as he struggled not to topple over or make a cute whimpering fool of himself as her careful fingers so pleasantly combed through his thick fur.

His large paw reached upward to caress her gorgeous flowing mane of crimson hair. Delicately weaving through his fingers as he admired his ideal mate having such a rich vibrant red to match his own. His other paw slid along her body. Careful with his exploration so as not to upset or offend amid their soft mating dance. She was so incredibly feminine, yet powerful. Her body was smooth, warm, yet nowhere was there wasted muscle. Feeling the firmness and definition under her flowing figure like a spring under tension. It was little wonder she punched so hard!... And her scent~

Dipping his snout to take whiffs of her as his skin tingled and loins ached. She smelled of a fertile and potent female and more, of sweat and effort, of something familiar and friendly. His knot strained against his sheath as his soon-fully erect pride tapped against her belly. Eliciting a soft gasp from his desired mate as she reached downward to tease a gasp of his own.

Crim could feel his large and powerful paws so carefully trace her body as she relaxed against him. Finding a slight blush forming on her own cheeks as he rumbled and growled with lust at what he felt of her. His breath washing over her scalp as he brushed his claws through her hair until something warm and wet slapped against her belly. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was...And the sudden surge of curious thrill made her own nethers tingle.

She pulled back ever-so-slightly, his chest fluff still brushing into her as she gazed downward to the needy spire of canine throbbing between them. Her hand nearly acted out of its own curiosity. Finding herself gripping the warm weighty shaft as he gave a grunt above her. He was thick, Crim just barely touching her fingers around his girth while his hips trembled. Trailing upward to stroke the unusual tip, thin and tapered, ideal for slipping into any hole. Drooling and squirting ropes and streaks of his heady pre seed as his maleness tinged the air. The scent so feral, so utterly masculine.

She was entranced, unable to stop. Pumping his smooth and rigid length as she coated his moist cock and her palm in the warm sticky excess. His growls turning to stifled moans while she stroked downward, rubbing against the covered knot. Admiring that thick bulb underneath the pliable skin of a soft inhuman sheath. The sheath itself so exotic, alluring. The soft sleeve containing his maleness and excess of fluid. Crim adjusted her stance as she toyed with the furry skin of his loins. Trailing her fingers around the definition of his bulb, gently rubbing the straining skin as she squeezed out a leakage of trapped masculine juices and worked further down to his hanging sack.

Cupping a palm-filling testicle, she admired his heft. It was undeniable what she was doing to both of them. The heat between her own legs as she kneaded his jewels and savored his firm lustful growls through the rising unfettered scent of wolven sex. She shifted her stance, feeling just how wet she was from this gentle foreplay~ Surprisingly into this hunky and bashful wolf.

War was in heaven. His mouth slung open and tongue hanging out as he panted through groans of pure pleasure. Wolves so rarely pleasured themselves. The rough paws made it raw on their sensitive rods. And finding another wolf for release was a chore of its own! There was a difficult stigma over smelling of another wolf's seed outside out of a mating pair. But the waken'ers paws were SMOOTH! Incredible delicate digits dancing along his needy cock almost like silk. Just enough friction to tease every nerve and make him croon as she boldly pleasured him in front of his pack!

He could feel his cock quake and throb, his pendulous balls start the tense and clench with each stroke and rub of his pride from his desired bitch. His broad arms hugging her close as his hips jerked and pumped his slick sensitive shaft in her grip. Soaking her digits in his heady pre as he howled a whine of delight.

But when he was on the edge of release she stopped. Pulling herself from his encompassing arms to leave his cock aching and dripping in the cool night air.

Crim heard his protest as she smiled with her own blushing need and moisture. [i]“Fuck...That was hot~"[/i] Thinking to herself. But she needed to get to camp before everyone panicked. Besides, it didn't seem fair to his buddies for the pair to go at it and leave them dry-boned.

She boldly stepped forward, feeling the difference in size between them now. The 8ft hulk of a wolf trembling with straining control as he lowered his muzzle to plead with her. He could smell how aroused she was as well. It made no sense not to breed right here and now! Instead, finding Crim pressing her lips to his, the contact so alien and unusual. Wolves were used to licks, but a full-on kiss was utterly new. Yet he could feel himself melting into the contact. His tensed shoulders went slack as he felt odd, dizzy, happy.

His protests turned into a soft buttery whine. The wolf relaxing with a dopey expression on his muzzle while Crim pulled him into their first gentle kiss. Tasting the barest hint of one another before she stepped back.

Crim looked at her utterly drenched and sticky hands. Admiring her loverboy's excess of potent arousal clinging in strings between her fingers. Calmly wiping it off on her shirt as she gave a sigh and turned to heft the firewood bundle under her one arm and look to camp. It was going to be an interesting night…

War's eyes went wide after the kiss. Still dazed from her strange and wonderful expressions of love as he watched Crim so boldly wipe his seed into her 'fur'. Marking her with his scent and maleness as she clearly accepted his proposal for mateship. His heart skipped as she turned, submitting herself in trust as he couldn't stifle his joyous whine or lust. Hurrying behind her, hugging his beautiful crimson mate. Feeling her warmth, taking in her scent. His cock ached as he growled and murred, overcome with his desire as he slid his burgeoning erection under her shirt. Grinding his slick heated meat against the bare skin of her lower back as he felt her gasp and blissfully shiver. Wanting her to wear his mark as it soaked into the fabric between them.

His breath was hot as he swooned. He wanted to consummate their mateship NOW~ His paws rubbing into her clothing as he worked his claws over the buttons of her jeans with anticipation. She pressed back into him, rubbing against his ready length with a subtle purr as he slipped a finger into the hem of her jeans. Feeling how wet his bitch was. So receptive to his touch, his warmth and arousal. Brushing her stiff button with his rough digit as she drew a sharp breath and sigh. She was ready for him. But again, he was denied.

Her free hand brushed his arm. Drawing his lustful attention to the wood under her arm as she gestured to camp. He whined in protest. Both of them were so ready to breed!

But her hand trailed upward, barely able to reach the top of his head as she scratched behind his ear. Making his head tilt and crane into her scritches as he gave a grunt of surprise. Her magical touch made his spine tingle and leg kick the air as he reluctantly acquiesced. His mate had a point. As bittersweet it was, she was expected somewhere. He knew she would make it up to him later, her body told him so. But what a cock tease!

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The trip back to camp was awkward to say the least. War distracted by his blue balls as he admired his waken'er bitch. Helping her carry some wood and flaunt his own as she smiled and brushed into him over the short walk. Arriving with his own pack to their camp as Crim stepped forward from the darkness to stand among her peers in the light of a crackling fire.

Light barks from Simon's husky, Claster, announced her arrival.

"Good evening, everyone. I bring you friends and good tidings!" She shouted out while she and War deposited their tinder.

"Crim! What the hell?!" Shouted Graff, their coin-tossing sharpshooter. Standing from his perch on a log to the sight of the three wolves.

"What? Have you forgotten my speech of Alms and Allies?" She scoffed playfully with her arms outstretched in a shrug. Her idea from the earlier afternoon to recruit wolves to their cause.

"No, but. You sure this is a good idea?" Graff continued before Simon spoke up. "Aren't these the ones that jumped us in the mountain pass?" Speaking in his usual observational tone.

"Come now, have I ever had a bad idea?" Crim protested as Graff rubbed the back of his head.

"Well-"

"Shush…"

Crim cut him short with a smirk, stepping back to rub and scritch War's fluffy collar as he blushed and growled with a wiggle of his tail at her pleasing touch. Caul behind them with his ears perked in interest. Not to the exchange in front of them, but to the sight of the blue-haired female across from the fire. Her hand resting on the sheath of her sword as they locked eyes. The assassin's own tail began to wag as a gentle smile crossed her face.

“Look at this handsome face and tell me he's a threat~" Crim chimed as she made a show of how her lover accepted her touch. In the same flow of movement, she so elegantly hid his throbbing excitement. Letting him rub it into her again and again, smearing his pre and rugged scent as she bit her lip and savored the intimate contact.

Despite Graff's protests the night rolled on, Crim happy to vouch for their new companions as everyone settled in. The wolves quickly integrating as Caul readily approached and sat with Gabriel by the fire, lost in limited but friendly gestured communication. His toothy smile remarkably charming as Gabriel found herself slowly beaming in his presence. And Fucko finding his company with Simon and Claster. The wolf trying to sate his curiosity in the doctor's and the strange 4-legged canine's methods.

As the night wore on an air in the camp grew heavier. A certain tension between the girls and wolves lead Simon to whistle to Graff. In a moment their sharpshooter walked into the woods with Claster. A stroll to help the poor pup run about and burn some energy surely, and nothing more. And catching on to the doctor's signal, Crim and War finally slinked into the woods for a moment of privacy.

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The pair returned to where they had met an hour earlier. Holding each other close the entire way. No longer holding back their lust or affection. Crim's hand softly palming War's engorged canine cock as he held her to his warm bulk. Grinding his ready shaft against her as he growled hotly in her ear.

The soft rustle of leaves in swaying trees as they pulled away for only a moment. Just long enough for Crim to rest her back against a tree. Giving him a silent look to come and take it as she unbuttoned her jeans.

War huffed air through his nostrils at the alluring sight. The towering scarlet wolf pressed her against the soft bark. Rumbling with arousal as he gripped her side with one paw and grasped her pants with the other. Holding her still as he dove his muzzle downward to meet her lips again. Demanding more of these new and wonderful lovey kisses to make his spine tingle and tail wag. He pulled at the fabric of her pants, tugging down the hem as she lifted her legs, his strength keeping her secure as she was stripped in a swift and insistent motion.

Tossing her cloth to the side. He allowed her to lift her arms before he broke the kiss long enough to tug the white muscle shift off her gorgeous feminine frame. Diving back to peck and kiss before his tongue dove into her maw. He learned quickly. Licking the roof of her mouth as she moaned and suckled on his slick muscle. Feeling him tease and wrestle with her tongue, teasing her throat as he plunged and stirred with a lustful snarl.

She tugged off her panties, feeling how utterly damp the cloth had become. Strings of her gentle feminine nectar hanging in the air from basking in her studly wolf's warmth and firm grasp. She slowly unbuckled her bra to let the girls out in the fresh air. Tossing everything to the side in a clumsy pile as she relaxed, bared before him in all of nature's glory.

War finally pulled his encompassing muzzle from her lips, withdrawing his thick and domineering tongue, his gaze drifting along his mate's furless form. Fur absent everywhere but her supple feminine lips. A gorgeous tuft of fiery red fur decorating her crotch that he couldn't help but utterly adore. Waken'ers were so smooth! So warm. So…alluring. He utterly adored her exotic body. Something about it, about these waken'ers just felt right~ But his head cocked a moment as he brought a rough paw to the supple mounds on her chest. Squeezing her breasts in his curiosity and fascination. So pert and soft as he kneaded her tits with increasing interest. Making her moan and thrust her chest into his touch. His mate was so very receptive to his firm squeezes and gentle rolls of his thumbs to tease her stiffening nips.

Female wolves only had such pronounced breasts during pregnancy and rearing, full of milk to feed the pups. Yet hers were firm and ready always. Another sign of desirable and breedable his exotic bitch truly was. Made for love and rutting, for touching and embracing him with her luxurious and smooth figure. He loved her exotic mounds. He would have explored her further, but they were both so ready. So eager to fuck that any hesitation was almost unbearable.

He gripped her leg, adjusting himself. Eager to feel her womanhood around him before she suddenly gripped his aching tool. Earning a growl of protest. Yet she persisted, her soft eyes glancing into his with a “trust me" look that withered his aggression if only for a moment. Freeing herself from his grip and sliding down between his legs, she quickly dragged her tongue along her stud's drooling shaft. Earning a groan from him and additional seconds of patience.

Crim planned to make it up to her loverboy for teasing him so long. Ready to indulge them both in something she'd never tried. His crotch was a total mess of pre. Her extensive teasing having left his thick fur matted by the heady drooling excess of beastly arousal. Her palms sunk into the moist fluff, cupping his weighty balls as she felt the impressive heft of each churning orb. She licked along his shaft, tasting the heavy flavor of a wolven male, HER wolven male~

It lingered on her tongue, making her mouth water and spine tingle as he just tasted so [i]right[/i]. Her lips traveled downward, gentle pecks to worship her lover until she kissed his knot, admiring the size of such a perverse bulb at the root of his glorious alien tool. Filling her lungs with his enticing scent. So utterly masculine, every sniff and taste making her pussy drool with a desperate heat. Steeping her senses in his virility until she could almost feel her womb yawn in anticipation of meeting his inhuman rod. Just as she had a unique effect of him, he certainly had a way with her.

His proud pink rocket abruptly tensed. Spraying ropes of pre over her skin as she gasped and moaned hotly with him. Refusing to touch herself as she lost herself in her mate as his guttural chorus of growls and praise. Finally pulling his shaft against her chest, she slid his tool between her tits and hugged at the aching knot. Lining his tip with her waiting lips. Kissing that enticing taper spitting over her bare skin as she went down on her man.

War was in heaven. Filled with pride watching his mate so eagerly douse herself in his mark and give her own primitive whimpers and purrs of praise. Staining her beautiful skin with his arousal to leave no doubt to whom she belonged. Her touch and licks so good, but not enough to quell to aching lust. He wanted inside her, to breed and love. Giving a sudden grunt of shock and bliss as she tasted up to his tip and encapsulated his burly cock in her soft mammaries. He REALLY loved them! The tight feel of her pillowy cleavage hugging his leaking rod as she slid his length into her throat. He never should have doubted her!

Crim sucked in the first few inches. Bobbing and slurping, savoring the intoxicating taste of her hunky wolf's arousal as she loosened her throat. Giving no protest when his heavy paw gripped her head and hips began jerking as he stabbed at her throat. Forcing his thick meat past her tonsils as he began to rut her face in earnest. Breathy wolven pants in the air, mixed with slight grunts and slurps as War lost any semblance of control, and Crim welcomed it~

His pace rapidly increased with ferocity and speed. Letting him start to mindlessly fuck her throat, scrubbing the flavor of his steamy cock into her tongue as she sucked and swallowed, squeezing his knot between her mounds to make him whine and tremble through heated grunts. His scarlet fur and fluffy groin all she could see as she moaned hotly. Giving him control as she drooled around his length, feeling him force more and more into her straining esophagus by the minute as each fresh plunge forced a spray of his flavorful pre to coat her palette.

War dug his ferocious claws into the tree and he draped his tongue from his maw. Giving a snarl of dominant pleasure as he palmed Crim's head with the other. Keeping his perfect bitch still as he fed her his needy cock. Prying her throat wide for every girthy inch as he fed her his seed, making her taste and feel him. Losing himself to raw instinct and want as he smothered her in his dense virile sex. Her own sweet feminine lust filling the air. The scent of his bitch's dripping nectar as her body begged for him, begged to carry his pups!

He howled as his thrusts became uneven, forceful. Driving nearly from tip to hilt with each shove as he heard her gag around his tool. Felt how her throat fought him, swallowing frantically to keep up with his output of savoury pre and massage his length as his weighty balls slapped her chest. His damp sack clenching and grinding into her tits to smear and scrub his taint into his mate, as her mounds squeezed deliciously over his aching knot.

Faster and harder, each hot thrust as he held her firm, using her, losing himself to the pleasure of his female's breedable throat. He would never have imagined a bitch drinking his seed! The woods echoing with a chorus of plaps, slurps and grunts. Mingled snarls and huffs as Crim gave him what he'd been wanting. She could only moan as he fucked her dizzy. Nearly choking her in his near-mindless frenzy. Smothering her utterly in his masculinity as she pushed him to be rough and deliciously ferocious until all she could do was hold on. She wasn't delicate. They were fighters. She wanted everything he was able to give!

War couldn't last long. Already on edge and desperate. Now feeling the warm velvet throat of his mate wrapped around his dick. He gave a snarl, thrusting his hips and shoving her lips against his knot. Forcing her head downward to suck on it as his veiny shaft bulged her throat. His fat cock gave a twitch and quiver before unloading. His swollen orbs pulling tight as thick streams of dense cum began to flood her palette. He howled in triumph, baring his fangs to the sky as he shuddered in orgasm. Pinning Crim between him and the tree as he buried her in his fluffy groin to swallow and stir. Crim gave a grunt and gasp, the eruption and volume of seed flooding down her throat and into her stomach made her gag and wince. Sucking down and swallowing her stud's warm load through slight huffed gurgles and gulps. She released his knot from the grip of her tits, leaving his sensitive bulb exposed as she gripped his hips to avoid drowning in creamy wolf semen. Tasting her lover's load with every breath as it bulged her throat and poured down her esophagus.

War's toes dug into the turf as all that aching need and tension was poured into Crim's straining throat. Struggling with each hard twitch and throb that blasted another stream of his seed into her gullet. Coating her insides in his overbearing and intense flavor. Her own shameful moan and heated blush as she failed to keep up with his emission. Streaks and rivulets of his hot sperm spraying past her lips to run down her chin and over her breasts and neck. Frantically swallowing again and again as she fought for every breath, finding her face in his furry muff, inhaling his heady lycan musk as she hit her own rising peaks of bliss. Each punctuated blossom of warmth as her poured his seed into her was a new depraved quake of pleasure she couldn't deny. Small orgasms rocking her core as she heard War's snarls and ferocious grunts. Feeling his firm and unshakable grip keeping her steady as she guzzled his creamy puppy batter. Feeling herself squirt over the mossy ground through stifled groans and feminine squeaks until he gave a few final jerks and twitches feeling his load taper off.

His breath was heavy, panting with a dazed blush on his cheeks. An expression of pure relief and love as he looked down to her and released his grip. His beautiful mate slowly pulled off his rigid inhuman prick. Hanging strings of seed decorating her gorgeous figure. Noting the clear size difference between them as she gasped and caught her breath. Barely eye-level with his cock as she sat on her knees.

He slowly gripped and lifted her upward as she gave a breathless gasp and smiled. Leaning in as he began to lovingly drag his tongue across her breast and collar. Licking up the excess of his load covering her gentle skin. She moaned softly, reaching up to knead his shoulders as he groomed her. His explorative tongue finding its way to her lips as they dove into another clumsy kiss. War working his thick tongue into her mouth as he licked, and she gently suckled. Wrestling against his muscle with her own to make them swap and savor his taste through heated breaths.

He broke the kiss. The edge taken off after her incredible "grooming" of his pride. Intent to return the favor as he pulled her close and began to lick downward for a taste of her feminine nectar. But she stopped him as he licked her navel. Cupping and bringing his muzzle upward as she fingered herself and brushed them against his still-rigid length. Now it was she that was desperate and in need. She didn't want his curious tongue right now. Broad and tempting as it was, she needed something smooth and rigid. She needed to be fucked.

War gave a throaty growl as a smirk crossed his muzzle. Burly canid cock throbbing in the night air as he gave her collarbone a lick. His broad powerful paws dived downward to seize her thighs and pull her close. Crim swung her arms upwards to hug his neck before he effortlessly hefted her upward and against him. Her face buried in the fluffy crest of his chest fur. Drowning her in more of his radiating warmth and invigorating scent. Hoping to muffle herself as she held him tight. Knowing her grip would need to be firm for what was next.

War lowered his muzzle past her shoulder. His tongue gliding along her exposed back. Bathing her skin in his heated breath as he admired his gorgeous furless bitch. Strong, playful, horny. She was made for him~! Every moment with her only makes him desire more. Pressing his tip to her womanhood, feeling her drip with anticipation as she craved her wolf, he flicked the flat of his taper against her clit. Her soft squeak and aggressive squeeze of his shoulders. Begging for no more teasing as her womanhood squeezed over what little had entered. And he happily complied.

It took all his restraint to slide just the first few inches into her blissfully warm cunt. A light slick squish was barely audible between them as he rolled his hips and felt her shudder.

Crim had gone past the threshold. Letting an alien species enter and claim her. A big furry himbo stud of their species with a cock to die for. He was so insidiously smooth, so incredibly thick! Just the first few inches of him slipping into her was testing her limits. Able to feel the luxurious heat of his girthy rod as it spread her wide around it. Thankful for the mixed slickness and moisture between them as he fed her eager quim another slow inch. Tugging at her labia and scrubbing into her uterus as she hooked her legs around his and pleaded for more of his immaculate fullness.

War growled in her ear as he lowered her gently. Consistent pressure, never letting her pull away. Working her puffy lips towards his knot as he helped her adjust. Her tight muscled abdomen revealing the slight outline of his pride traveling deeper into her ready mound. His heat radiated through her hyper-sensitive walls. Feeling every flex and tense as they joined bodies. Muscle contracting to squeeze and milk the invader as Crim could feel the slight pause and pulses within her. The wet dousal of clinging seminal warmth as she squeezed a jet of his residual sperm and pre-seed to defile her uterus and stake his claim to her fertile temple. A final squish, a light gasp. Her spread and dripping folds finally kissed his knot. His tip repeatedly prodding at her cervix as she peeked at the slight bulge in her gut. Seeing how utterly FULL she truly was as his length twitched and pulsed in waves of pleasure.

His grip tightened as he let her adjust to his size. Savoring the feel of his mate wrapped tightly around him as he scraped at the entrance to her womb. Their fluids seeping past their embrace. Dripping onto the ground below them before he withdrew and prepared to truly make her his.

His tip lingered just an inch within her. Flexing up and downward. Spreading her lips and brushing her clit to make her quiver and huff as her sweet nectar flowed. Suspending her in his arms as she held him tight. Her breath steady against his chest. His claws dug slightly into her thighs. Slamming his hips forward. Burying his cock deep into her. Nearly sheathing all 8 inches at once. Feeling her insides clamp down as he gave a snarl. A rutting cry that would become common between them. Crim cried out in a pitched moan, squeezing his neck as she hissed through her teeth from the abrupt fullness and strain.

He pulled back, relishing the feel of her slick silken tunnel suck and tug on his tool. Thrusting again to make her bounce and curse as he began a steady rhythm of sharp thrusts. Stabbing her cervix again and again. Burying his cock deep in her needy cunt again and again to the staccato slurps and plaps of hip and groin. His weighty sack slapping her perineum with each burying thrust as he pried his mate open. Stretching her pussy to shape around his inhuman dick as she gave a snarl of her own.

Her ferocious growl was so feminine. Even for mimicry it was unbelievably good. The husky snarl of a heated bitch begging to be bred. War growled as he bared his teeth. Gripping her tighter, driving his hips deeper to kiss her walls with his rigid prick. Scraping her insides and stabbing at her sweet spots to make her gasp and groan as they filled the clearing with the hot wet rutting sex of beasts.

Every drive of his hips made Crim see stars. Feeling him assault her sensitive insides. Violating her with his elegant canine tool as he hammered pleasure into her core. Every pump and grunt sending heat through her womanhood as her legs quaked in bliss. Giving her more fulfilling pleasure than any human man ever could. Stealing her breath as he forced her labia to kiss and suck on his knot as he growled in her ear. Drooling over her shoulder promising she'll take it before the night is done.

War was almost hurting Crim with his wild and ferocious fucking. Pushing the boundaries between comfort and discomfort with each untempered thrust. Crim savoured it, loving the fullness only he could give her. As each plunge of his cock stirred her pussy and strained her walls, attacking every nerve until it melted into drooling visceral pleasure. Their vocalizations were little more than a song of grunts and huffs as he dug out her moist fertile mound. Her sounds so deliciously feminine, each growl and snarl on point for a heated bitch and only getting better. Making his cock twitch and swell inside of her. She had become a wolf in all but name~

Crim was rapidly hitting her peak. Feeling her towering wolf husband plowing her needy body until she was putty in his arms. She bit into his fur, gripping at his furry collar as a final stab of his firm intruder scrubbing along her g-spot sent her over the edge. Her scream of delirious bliss muffled in his chest as her walls spasmed around his girth. Her sweet fem cum squirting past his rod as he growled above her, stabbing his cock deep and resorting to sharp shallow thrusts as he felt his bitch climax against him.

Her sweet, muffled cries and gentle squeals of pleasure music to his ears. Feeling how her pussy squeezed his heated tool, trying to keep him in her slick tunnel as he lifted an arm upward to seize her shoulder and pull her close. His hips becoming a blur as he pushed her over her limit again and again, making her scream and howl for him through her cascading waves of repeated orgasm. Her limbs starting to tremble as he fucked her raw, making her legs numb as she groaned and begged for more. Growing breathless as she lightly cursed through shuddering moans, feeling dizzy as he made her abdomen clench in another merciless release. Their hips a mess of her excess juices before her huffed in her ear. Slowly pulling back and giving one final thrust to stab at her cervix as he gripped her tight.

He had loosened her up, pushed her to her limits. Feeling the beat of their hearts between them as he squeezed her shoulder and thigh in her grip. She braced herself, feeling his knot pressing against her folds. Knowing her wouldn't be denied.

There was no grace, just force and pressure as he pulled her down on his bulb. Feeding her throbbing insides as she winced at the strain. Using his immense strength to force her open until the final inevitable slurp and pop.

Crim cursed and grit her teeth as he finally tied her. The sharp pain of that immense canine bulb locking them together. Letting his length breach her womb while it swelled against her aching walls. The sharp burn gradually softened to a persistent and intense heat. Almost soothing while she felt the spray of his warm pre so invasively deep. Where nothing had touched before. The almost alien sensation forgotten as War jutted his hips in short thrusts, stirring her insides to make her blush and groan until his furry orbs pulled tight. He was utterly lost to the pleasure. His mate wrapped completely around him, tied together with his knot in her unbelievably tight depths. Breaching her womb as he pistoned his hips, jackhammering into her body to press himself over the edge and pack her with his pups.

His head rising in final pitched howl as his inhuman tool erupted in her. Rich thickened wolven sperm spraying deep as Crim felt every thick stream of her mate's hot seed splatter her walls. Packing her womb in periodic gouts of viscous cum. His cock lurching in her temple before spewing another load of his salty emission to defile her precious womb and slather her eggs as his volume seemed to never end. Crim moaned into his chest, slowly leaning herself back to openly gasp and pant with her mate. Watching his expressions of pure euphoric delight and observing the pulse and flex of each load he deposited. So much oozing wolfy spunk flooding her nethers she could feel it wash out past her cervix and fill her uterus with his excess. The knot doing its duty to plug and seed his bitch as she held him tight and enjoyed the alien warmth suffusing her core. She didn't know if they were compatible, but his swimmers were sure as hell trying to find out!

The pair stayed locked in rolling orgasm. Truly joined together as they worshipped each others bodies in their intimate tie. Slowly finding themselves resting on the forest floor cuddled together in the intoxicating afterglow. Their bodies weary as the knot kept them close and blissful in a tender cuddle. War grunting and growling his unfettered love for his mate as his furry bulk gave her all the warmth she would need to stave off the cold of night.

Crim's eyes grew heavy as she smiled, pecking his chin with a kiss.

"I love you too"

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Crim was the first to stir awake in the morning sun. Lazily looking to the wolf still out cold. His muzzle open and tongue hanging out in a goofy display of satisfied wuff. Her head resting against her scarlet stud's chest. His thick fur and his broad arms having kept her cozy through the night.

It was not long for him to join her. Snuffing with a wide yawn before his bleary eyes beheld her. His tail audibly sweeping the ground as his broad paw cupped one of her ass cheeks and gave it a squeeze. His meaty cock had slipped out of her sometime during the night. Half-flaccid as he basked in the scent of his alluring waken'er wife. Soon draping his stiffening shaft between her buns as he bathed her in gentle licks.

Crim giggled at his affection. The warmth of his excess seed still in her as she playfully protested his roaming tongue. Only for her breath to stop short when he pulled her into a deep kiss. Locking lips as he dove his tongue in to meet with hers. The woman nearly melting in her furry husband's embrace as she swooned and trembled. He had learned quickly how to romance a waken'er bitch~ Loving these exotic gestures that went so far beyond normal wolfen displays of affection.

He pulled back after stealing her breath. Raising his muzzle to her ear with a husky growl. Sawing his increasingly hot and drooling tool between her cheeks and scraping her perineum as she blushed and moaned. He was ready to go again, to breed his lover like the animal he was.

Her body wanted him without question. Decorating him with her own soft kisses as she caressed his fur and rose to straddle his waist. Slowly standing to her stud's protests and taking his paw to pull him up with her. His disappointment silenced when she turned and propped herself against a tree, A gentle wiggle of her hips all the invitation he needed. Giving a growl of her own as he quickly hugged her with his powerful arms and lined himself with her wolf-exclusive lips.

Their rutting was quick and passionate. Their song of love in grunts and feral growls punctuated by the slick plaps of their hips and wet motion. No time to tie together. Instead, as Crim quaked and groaned with orgasmic bliss, she seized her mate's knot with her thighs. Squeezing him tight as he sank to the bulb and howled a sharp grunt. Pouring his rich virile excess into her babymaker as she gasped his name. Holding each other close, savoring the warmth and intimacy of their morning lovemaking as they basked in each other's presence. War didn't know why, but it already felt like she had been his soulmate for lifetimes. Feeling complete in her presence. A sentiment they shared.

The time had come to rejoin the group. Crim reeking of horny and wet dog as she slipped on her clothing. War remarked on his preference for her to go commando as his wild wife. And earned a light giggle and kiss for his trouble. Crim was certainly bold enough to do it if it weren't for the likely protests of her group. But perhaps once things were settled.

They returned to camp. Graff clearly frustrated and worried as Fucko and Simon seemed indifferent. Claster happy to see anyone as he barked and scampered about. And finally Gabriel and Caul sat across from them. The samurai having a clear awkward limp as she rested heavily against her own canine companion. Her hair disheveled as Caul's powerful arm wrapped around her shoulder in a protective and possessive gesture while his tail swayed side to side.

Crim smirked, looked like she wasn't the only wolf fucker in the group. Knowing she would have to playfully ask how much she loved doggy giving her a bone.