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Night’s Angel

There sat a silence between them. Her secret was out. The dark fur wolf stood her back to him. With nothing but a white silk robe between her and the chill that had taken the room. Her naked fear stood steadfast in her mind.

The tall gray folf had taken a knee at the words spoken. His soft brown eyes focused on the floor, with a storm of emotions raging in his mind. Had it all been a lie? Was he just a toy for her? How long had she thought to drag this out?

She dare not turn to face him. He dare not speak against her. “I thought you said my station meant nothing to you” she said, breaking the screaming silence. He flitched. The words stung like a wasp.

He tried to hold back his pain, but the tears ran down the edges of his snout. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” she said “but I couldn’t break your heart this way.” she turned to him. Outraged by his silence.

Anger she could handle. But seeing the tears rolling, hurt far more than any blade or arrow. “Please, speak to me,” She said “you have no fear of retribution from me.” “It didn’t matter when I thought we had lived in the same world,” he said.

His words weighed heavily against her with their truth. To her word she let him speak. His voice sounded pained. “Was it all just a lie?” he asked. He had cautioned a glance at her as he spoke. His heart still raced at the sight of her.

Softly rounded hips, sizable and full breasts under thick rich dark fur. All crowned by a divinely crafted face, adorned by two jade jewels as her eyes. Her open robe set a chill against her, drawing her nipples to sharpened points.

Had fear not held him down, he would gladly have his fill of her again. His love for her hurt as it wasn’t given in return. He had to force his eyes away. Less he soil her any more. She drew steps closer to him.

“For a month, we had shared in each other,” she said “and the only falsehood I had spoken was my station in this castle.” He dare not move, unsure of his own actions. Her stomach fluttered seeing his eyes feasting upon her.

A month ago a friend of his had gained him an audience before the queen. He had but a simple request. A loan to hire ten more hands to help with the year’s harvest. His corp would pay the loan in full.

She answered him no in favor of a baron who couldn’t even touch his toes over his mass. Afterward the folf had set to the tavern. Rejection would not halt him. He would just have to sell from what little he had. He still had his mother’s wedding band.

Or at worst. Sell parts of his family’s stone hearth. But he will make do. He met with friends. Two of which were a royal guard and a handmaiden to the Queen herself. And a new face with them.

He had all but forgotten about the ale between his hands. Her beauty was unmatched. Even the sweet little fox next to her held no candle to her. He had looked into her jade eyes. His heart raced.

“I sorry” the little fox said downing her own pint. “Shame really,” the guard said, “your farm has severed the army well.” “Yeah, by the heavens I will find a way.” the folf answered. “May I asked what you had asked for?” the beautiful wolf said. Even her voice was a song onto itself.

“I had asked for a loan of hundred gold to hire ten more hands to help with this year’s harvest.” the folf said “But the Queen thought that such money was better severed to the baron’s belly.”

“Bet he can’t even touch his own toes.” the guard said. The little fox shivered as she said “as long as it’s not my toes.” They all laughed. “Maybe I can ask around the barracks,” the guard said “see if the boys can pitch in.”

The folf smiled “I thank you, but that money is for the good men and women who protect us.” “Yes, and we want to eat well into the grave,” he answered. “Again my thanks,” the folf said. “Don’t you dare think to sell the heart,” the fox said.

“Hearth?” the wolf asked “what hearth?” “My family’s hearth,” the folf said “build here long before the kingdom came to rest here.” “That hearth has severed both traveler and trade for almost two hundred years.” the fox added.

“I would very much like to see it?” the wolf asked. “Maybe, when you have more time” the folf said “It will be dark by time I get there.” “And what if I were to spend the night?” she asked. The other two regarded the other with worry.

The folf had no answer. The fox turned to the wolf. “Maybe we should be returning to the castle ourselves,” she said. The folf threw back his ale and rose. “I shall return,” he said, “If you are not, then I have an answer.”

After a few steps the folf was out of sight. “Your Majesty,” The fox whispered “Please, he is a good man, he has severed the crown and its people for years.” The wolf smiled, “And maybe he will serve the crown first hand.”

“Forgive my rudeness,” the fox said “But I fear continuing this game.” “Your Majesty,” the guard said, “He is well trusted around here. Breaking that trust could be grave.” “The first time out of the castle and you two would rush me back.” the wolf said.

The fox opened her mouth to speak. “You tease me with a wonder from a wonder,” the wolf said. “We simply fear for you.” the fox said. “Then if he is well trusted, I am safe from harm.” the wolf said.

“How would we spirit you back to the castle?” the guard asked, “And we have a small window just to have you this far.” the folf returned. “I feel there has been no answer then.” he said

“No, we have no means of returning her to the castle before the queen wakes,” the fox said. “I could asked the patrol to ride her back when they stop by in the morning” the folf said “You could even request it when you get back to the castle.”

The wolf’s eyes shined with joy. With begrudgement sighs the two agreed. “Very well, we leave her in your care,” the fox said standing with a bow. “Just don’t do anything you wouldn’t do before the queen,” the guard said, taking his leave.

“I wouldn’t think the queen would set foot on my land,” the folf said “much less share a bed with me.” The guard had choked on the last sip of ale. The wolf giggled to herself. If nothing else this venture has been rewarding.

“Well then, my lady,” the folf said, offering his hand. The wolf took it. His hand was rough and gentle. His eyes were warmer than his smile. “Let us be off,” he said. The two stepped out into the early evening.

The sky burned in reds and gold. He lit the lantern of his wagon before lifting the wolf into the bench seat. Never had she been handled like a sack of flour. But she laughed and blushed from his touch.

With steady pace the horse moved the wagon. The wolf curled up under the folf’s arm to shield herself from the cold of night. They needed no words. Just the touch of the other was enough to fend off the lonely night.

The wolf watched the road side roll past, the wheat fields heavy and ready to harvest. The sight of a small barn and stable looked like a painting. They were well built and greatly kept.

“Unless you wish to risk mud,” he said “I will take you to the house first.” the wolf yawned lightly. “Very kind of you, good sir.” she added. The folf smiled. The house was not but a short walk from the stable.

It was small. The wolf muse to herself if it could fit in her bed chamber. It was weather and worn. The patchwork across it was done with love and care. The folf seem to care for the hired hands and the animals over himself.

The wolf mused on this as well. The wagon stopped before the front door of the tiny house. The folf leaped from the wagon and with the same gentle strength, lifted and set the smaller wolf before the door.

“The sooner you return the sooner we can both be warm,” the wolf said, stealing a kiss on his cheek. With blushing vigor he walked the horse and cart to the stable and quickly shut them away for the night.

She watched him. Gentle and strong. The people she had seen, knew him well. She was respected. He was loved. Those hired hands would have worked his fields for free if he had not forced their pay into their hands.

“If the queen knew she had a king ruling the farms” the wolf said. “I would have lost my head a long time ago” he finished. “Now what is this wonder you spoke of” she said.

The folf opened the door. Had it been locked? Or was it always open? The tiny house had but three rooms to it. The living space took up half of the house as a whole. With two doors on either side of a grand fireplace the breached the walls and touched all three rooms.

Unworked, uneven stones lay stacked so tight that not even a hair could pass between them. The folf built up the fire. Faster than the wood could burn the room was warm and scented with maple and pine.

The wolf stood there, eyes set on the fire and its throne. The folf had moved on. Finding the best cups or glasses he had. With the cheapest wine, which seemed to be little more than water flavored with wine.

“You would treat the queen with such,” she lost the words midthought. He sighed. “If you were the queen, I’d be in a cell by now” he said “Even a handmaiden would get to enjoy better wine then this.”

“But if this is all you have, that is far better than the richest wines in the world. And this hearth.” she said. Its warmth, filling her even with her by the door. She sipped the wine.

Untrained, the folf threw back his drink, setting the cup aside. “Six generations of my family were born in front of this hearth.” he said “and I might be the last.” “Does one harvest matter so much that you would destroy this home?” She asked.

“If it means feeding the soldiers, the villagers, and any who need it” the folf said. “She was wrong to give the gold to the baron,” the wolf said, “He’ll just feed himself off it and dock the pay of his servants.”

“No matter.” the folf said “I am fated to what end will come.” the wolf moved closer to him. She tripped into him. The shock of her fall took him down with her. He caught himself just enough to keep from pressing her into the rug.

He looked into those beautiful jade eyes, forgetting the rest of the world. Before he thought better of it. He leaned down kissing her. She welcomed him. Heart racing she reached for his shirt to pull it free of him.

Without a care he granted her wish. His pants followed suit. With his aid soon she too had stripped the heavy clothes. Naked fur free to feel the warmth of the hearth. Between breaths they kiss.

His hand researched her form. From the soft round hips to her full sizable breasts. Along the softness of her fur and in the taste of her lips. Her own hands did their own scouting.

From wide shoulders and well worked arms. To toned chest and stomach. And down, finding his enraged flesh. She smiled into his mouth. Panting he paused, his grin was wolfish for a fox.

“My fields are untouched” she said, stroking the folf “would you be the first to plow them?” “My lady,” the folf said “It would be my honor.” he reached a hand down groping her mound.

He worked his fingers between her folds. Gasping, she moaned, pressing herself in his hand. She squeezed his flesh with each thrash of his fingers. She flailed as her world shook. Fluids drooled from her folds.

“Please, I can’t wait anymore” She gasped “take me as your own.” he sighed drawing her folds with his tip. Easing into her gently. He groaned from her tightness. “Forgive me” he asked.

He held her down, forcing a kiss on her as he thrusted into her to his hilt. With a gasp, she screamed out from the pain. He released her hands. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly to her.

Between heavy breaths she said “let me catch my breath.” With but a grunt the folf lifted her into his lap. Sitting back he rested her head on his shoulder. She groaned and winsted in pain.

Feeling the fullness of his size she whimpered. “When you are ready,” he said, gently kissing the length of her neck. With a hand on the small of her back, he seized one of her breasts.

Needing between hid fingers drawing small moans from her. In the same breath he began to suckle her other breast. The gentle touch made her stomach twist and tighten, squeezing him deep within her.

Slow thrusts of his hand pushed her across his length. Biting back pain into quiet moans she gave into him. She held his head as he suckled her tit. “More” she moaned. The bulb of his knot pulled and stretched her.

Pained whimpers turned to howling moans. His grip shifted holding her hips. He hammered her into his lap. With her last clear thought she commanded “sow your seed, dear farmer, and plant my fields.”

With one last push he drove her to his hilt. The swelling of his knot held fast within her. She howled out squeezing with all she could. Her welcoming womb burned with his hot seed as line after line filled her to the brim.

She fell limp in his arms. He reached and pulled a blanket to him. Covering them both. He laid back, resting her on his chest. “Sleep well, my lady,” he said, closing his eyes.

The wolf woke in a dreamy haze. With the world slowly coming into focus. This was not her bed chamber. The night before wasn’t just a dream? Under her was the folf still sound asleep.

She grunt from the discharge of him from her, with the sound of a wet pop. “Oh Heavens, what have I done?” she whispered to herself. She checked herself, finding his seed mixed with her blood.

She had let a simple farmer take her purity. Lightly patting the folf’s chest she woke him. “Yes, yes, … My lady,” he said once his eyes opened “I did not hurt you have I?” she smiled and kissed him.

“No my farmer,” she said “you tend to my fields all too well. But maybe we should wash.” He nodded and dressed. Then he fetched fresh water from the river and a fish or two along the way.

He helped wash and tend to her. She must have overlooked it for other matters. But the brass plate worked into the stone along the back of the hearth. It was a coat of arms. A simple oak tree.

Gossip needed for another time. After a warm and filling breakfast, she thanked him with a kiss. Then we met the morning patrol. She rode back to the castle with them. Leaving the folf along as the sun broke the sky.

The fox maiden rejoined her queen. “Your Majesty,” she said “I pray you have slept well.” “Like a dream,” she said, “you may speak freely between us.” “Did he treat you well?” the fox asked.

“As a good farmer should,” the wolf said, “He tended to my fields very well.” The fox gasped. “Was he your first as well?” the wolf asked. “Yes, Your Majesty,” the fox answered, “I dare not sit for a week after.”

“Would you think me ill to say I would very much would see him again” the wolf asked. I would not think you ill,” the fox answered “I just fear it unwise.” “For me or for him” the wolf asked

“Both, Your Majesty,” the fox answered. “Then at least, I shall grant him the means to Harvest his crop,” the wolf said. “You wish to grant his loan?” the fox asked. “No,” the wolf answered “As a gift.”

“Your Majesty,” the fox asked. “As thanks from the crown and its people for his loyalty,” the wolf said, “as to not unmask the nameless maiden to whom he shared the warmth of his hearth and bed with.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, as you wish,” the fox said. So forth the folf was gifted, the hundred gold to harvest his fields. Giving twice the yield as promised from his request. And before the week was out she had long to see him again.

With the aid of her closest maiden and guard, she had done so once more. This time enjoying the midday sun and a dip in the river. And this time spending another warm night in his bed.

After a loving month the wolf had her maiden bring the folf to the castle to spend the night there with her. And thus, with the maiden leaving them and saying out of thoughtless habit, “Good night Your Majesty.”

The folf heard the words and dropped to his knee. Leading to this point. “I have seen the love of people you have cared for,” she said “and my own could never match it.” She stood before him.

She took his head in her hand. “You loved me without ever knowing my name,” she said, “and only now you know of me, do you fear me.” “Your Majesty,” he said, “I am just a lonely farmer. I am nothing to you.”

“And I would still bear you an heir before my own successor,” she said. Confused, he looked at her. “Yes, my love,” she said, “I would damn this whole kingdom just for you.” Her words twisted his heart like a knife.

“And us worlds apart.” she added “When Your house owns this land. Even this castle and its keep, sits within your lands. Your house is by far the oldest in the land.” he shook his head.

“The crest in the hearth.” she said. “I have no such house” he said “my family has been nothing but farmers.” She spoke his family name aloud. He hadn’t told anyone his family name.

With just her touch she raised him to his feet. “No one outside this chamber knows this,” she said. She kissed him, keeping him in shock. She smiled a wolfish grin. With a twist of her fingers his pants came undone.

With a playful jerk she freed his member. It was already swollen for her. She licked it, taking it into her maw. The sight before him was not lost. He groaned, meeting her eyes.

His nameless maiden. She took him into her throat. She sucked and pulled on him she giggled into him when he moaned. “You tool has been sharpened” she giggled “Will you tenet to my fields again?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “I will have to see if they are ready for tending.” he said. With a helpful hand he took her to the bed. He let the soft silk robe run through his fingers as he disrobed her.

The sight of her royal form and its divine crafting made him flush with lust. He held her from behind kissing her neck. Coaxing soundless gasps. His hand ventured to her full breasts.

Squeezing and rolling them like dough, he milked soft moans from her. A sense of need filled her as fluid ran the length of her legs. Without warning he dropped to knees, his hand groping her rear and parting it.

Her legs parted as she bent over the bed to steady herself. As his tongue worked through her folds. They drooled with need as her hips bucked into his face. “By the Heavens, I can’t wait any more.” she moaned.

She let herself fall to the bed using her hand to stretch herself open for him. “Yes my love” he said as his only warning. Driving his plow through her fields once more. She stretched and squeezed around him with every thrust of his hips.

She came to love the pain the swelling bulb of his knot gave her. As it pulled or stretched her more. She howled an earth quaking moan as she felt him in the depths of her womb.

He howled out as he planted his seed in her in thick hot threads of cream. She squeezed and shook, milking every drop from him. They fell onto the bed cuddled together.

“I pray, I bare you a healthy and strong crop,” she whispered. “My love, the heavens would not gift my queen with divine beauty if she could not bear the greatest of harvest.”

He squeezed her close, kissing her neck. “I am forever yours, My Queen.” he said. “And I am forever yours, my King.” she said as they both fell into a loving sleep.

Fin.