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Gaios smiled, nodding at the two wolfdog guards as he walked past them into little Tyndrevoss, a satchel of gems slung around his waist and shoulder. In front of the merchant were a dozen timber-framed longhouses, all aligned west to east and shaped like upturned boat hulls. Curved in their construction, they embraced the center of the canine village like a clam's precious pearl, where the tribe's populace had gathered among wood tables and fireplaces. A few dozen adult wolfdogs were exchanging words and wares in a busy murmur while their pups dashed across the packed dirt in a rambunctious game of tag and chase.

With the sun high in the sky, the mouthwatering aroma of grilled and cooked meats wafted around the merchant's face. Preparations for a feast were underway. With most men on the hunt, taking care of tomorrow's meal, it fell to the women of the tribe to fan the flames, chop the ingredients, and cook everything in heavy cast-iron cauldrons and on long spits. The prominent smell of food and smoke was accompanied by resinous and floral notes from tied bundles of pine branches, lavender, and other herbs scattered about the village. Some hung from the edges of the thatched longhouse roofs to dry while others were wrapped with ornate tags and ribbons, intertwined with tinkling wind chimes, and still others lay in bowls, smoldering like incense to envelop him in a rich, boreal scent scape that evoked images of vast, sweeping woods and wilderness.

The smells of the village's furry inhabitants mingled into that scent scape. Each of the canines carried a unique scent, but what was distinguishable to their sensitive noses was little more than a blurry blend of thick, musky odors to Gaios. A mixture the human nevertheless inhaled with deep, savoring breaths as he ambled toward the village center, taking in the mouthwatering scents and sounds as much as the sight of the beautiful wolfdogs. Unlike him, they were veiled in full, shining fur which looked softer and more precious than his expensive silk tunic, while their brown, black, and silver pelts made clothing less of a necessity for them and more of an ornament, a statement of colorful, fluttering ribbons and scarves, loose robes and leather garbs that left most of their furred bodies exposed to his eager eyes.

The merchant's arrival didn't remain unnoticed for long. He was the only human within the village's palisades, so dozens of heads swiveled toward him. Most of the pups ignored him, only a few glancing at him in passing. Some of the canine women looked at him with raised brows, stiffened tails, and half-flattened ears, warily sniffing the air as he passed by, others showed as little interest as their pups, while a few perked their ears and peered at him with wagging tails and glittering eyes. Albeit curious, intrigued, lustful even, none of them approached him, except for a brown wolfdog in a wide, dark leather tunic who had been cutting carrots by the fire.

The wolfdog's bushy tail started swishing even before she turned toward the man, her nose twitching as she seemed to have recognized his scent, and her tail wagged even faster when she got up to approach him. "Welcome back to our village, Gaios."

"Hello, Lyca. I'm glad to be back," Gaios returned the canine's greeting with a smile and spread his arms. "And almost in time for lunch, it appears."

"Indeed," Lyca said, stopping a few feet short of the merchant while her dark brown eyes shifted to his pouch. "Are you here to trade?"

"No, not today. Not at that time of the month," Gaios replied, smirking at the curious wolfdog as he slipped a hand into his bag to pull out a cut, sparkling garnet. "I'm here for a different kind of business."

A shiver raced through the woman and she tilted her head at Gaios, her tail briefly pausing its restless dusting. Then her muzzle opened and her tongue lolled out as she started panting with growing excitement. "That sounds like a fair deal," she said, taking a quick step forward to reach for his wrist. "Come."

Gaios winced when Lyca's shiny black claws grazed his skin, but he didn't stop her as she led him away from the bustling village center and the attention of the others. Disappearing between the longhouses, she guided him onward without pause. They walked through one of the village's smaller side gates, passed several herb gardens, and traversed a vast field of golden rye until they reached a tall, venerable oak tree that overlooked the swaying crop atop a small dirt mound.

Stopping at the tree's roots, the canine finally released Gaios's wrist and stretched out her paw, still panting rapidly with drool dripping from her lolling tongue. "Business first," she said, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Of course." The merchant nodded, rubbing the red streaks Lyca's grip had left on his wrist before he opened his bag and reached inside. Retrieving six small, sparkling gems, an assortment of cut amethyst, garnet, and aquamarine, he offered them to her with a wide smile. "Here you are, Lyca."

The wolfdog's tail swayed vigorously as she grabbed the jewels and slipped them into a little leather pouch on her tunic. Then she leaned toward Gaios, hovering her muzzle above his clavicle. "I almost thought you wouldn't come today," she sighed as she took a whiff of his scent, only to inch closer still and push her cold, wet nose against the exposed skin of his collarbone.

Gaios gasped at the sudden touch, a thrill of excitement rushing through him as Lyca moved so close to him, and he eagerly reciprocated the favor. He slipped his fingers underneath her loose leather garment and brushed them over her warm, soft fur, pulling her closer to his chest until he felt her heart against his. Pushing his nose against the crook of her neck, he then inhaled her scent with a deep breath. Strong, earthy, musky, so distinctly, irrefutably canine, her wild odor filled his nostrils and washed away any lingering smells, and so close to her, he picked up another, thrillingly sweet and zesty aroma of a bitch in heat. "How are you feeling, Lyca?"

"Like I'm burning up inside," the canine whimpered. "It's gotten much worse since I woke up this morning." She pressed herself even tighter against Gaios's body, rubbing herself against him while she huffed his scent, plastering his neck and shoulder with heated, slippery licks. "Luckily, I was busy and distracted until now, and now I have you."

The merchant smiled as one of Lyca's hands drifted onto his pants, nestling with his belt while her other grabbed his bag of gems and coins, sliding it off and discarding it with a tinkling thud. He didn't stop her. No, his own hands roamed her body with similar excitement and singular intent, grabbing the hem of her tunic to strip it off her body and unveil her furred form with gentle, yet determined force.

Once Gaios relieved the wolfdog of her outer garments, he dropped them onto the roots of the oak tree to leave her clad in nothing but a pair of plain leather panties. The fur on her taut belly was a lighter brown and lined with three pairs of stiff, swollen black nipples, two capping her petite, soft breasts while the other four embraced her navel. The sight of her perky buds sent a thrilling warmth into his loins, and he loosened his embrace to glide one hand across her chest, copping a feel of her left tit and rubbing each of her nipples with a playful stroke.

"Ah, Gaios," Lyca gasped, drooling and panting heavily as her hands tightened around the man's back. Her black claws dug into the silk of his tunic as he explored her buds, and she pierced the fabric with two, letting out a wet whine as he pulled open the knotted tie of her panties on one side and removed them, peeling them off her soaked, heat-ridden vulva with a squelch. Usually tucked away within the thick, voluminous fluff between her thighs, her triangular black folds had swollen and engorged into a fat, puffy spade that quivered and clenched with audible smacks now that it was exposed, infusing the air with more of her ripe, fertile scent.

"You're so pretty, Lyca," Gaios sighed, kissing the canine on the neck while he yielded to his lewd curiosity and pressed two fingers against the base of her plump sex, making her yip and tense up at his touch. Keeping them in place for a moment, he smiled as her vulva started flexing vigorously against his fingertips like storm-whipped waves. Only once the initial twitching ebbed, he began to trail his digits around her puffy triangle, tracing its edges as it burst into fresh convulsions, stroking the engorged tip and the wet, Y-shaped cleft at its center while her clear juices streamed over his hand, soon dripping off his wrist.

Lyca's grip tightened as the merchant played with her puffy vulva, her eyes glazing over and her chest shook with needy whines. He had only just gotten started, though, and when he suddenly shoved his fingers inside her, burying them to the knuckle, she let out a guttural cry, her entire abdomen tensing up to yank her spade up toward her tailhole.

Gaios casually followed the movement of the wolfdog's cunt, spreading and curling his digits inside her clenching depths to exacerbate her guttural response, as she not only whined with lust but dragged her claws across his back, tearing apart his precious silk tunic. However, her feral passion only turned him on more and he slid his fingers toward her clit. Tucked away in a pouch within her wet, hot channel, it couldn't evade him for long, and once he felt the throbbing, swollen bead beneath his fingertips, he stroked it with a mischievous grin.

As if the man had flicked a switch, Lyca's whole body went limp and her moan swelled into a deep, desperate cry of lust. Still hugging him, she dragged him down with her to settle on the ground between the roots of the oak tree, and she whimpered, "Gaios, s-stop teasing me and fuck me already!"

"I'm on it, gorgeous," the merchant chuckled. Curling his fingers against the bitch's clit, he made her squeal and squirm one more time before he pulled his hand away from her quaking, pulsing cunt and straightened up. He looked at his soaked digits for a moment, pressing them together and spreading them to watch the glittering, goopy strands of her juices dangle in between. He sniffed at them and licked off her zesty aroma with a lustful groan before he grabbed the hem of his tunic, removing it before she ripped it apart entirely. Then he pulled down his pants, baring his underpants, bulging with his fully-engorged erection and soaked at the tip with pre.

Lyca's eyes widened and her pupils dilated with excitement as she spotted Gaios's bulge, her tail wagging wildly as she inhaled his aroused musk with flaring nostrils, drooling and panting even harder. Her every gasp was accompanied by a wet, meaty squelch of her twitching spade, a squirt of hot, pungent urine escaping her as she spread her thighs and presented herself in impatient anticipation.

Gaios didn't leave the bitch waiting for long. He pulled down his underwear and tossed it aside with a flick of his foot. Then he dropped to his knees and straddled her wagging tail, bending over her to grasp her shoulder with one hand and guide his throbbing erection toward her drooling vulva with the other. Before long, his glans pressed into her plump, soaked folds just firm enough to spread them. Keeping it there for a moment, he looked deep into her big brown eyes as he cherished the wet, clenching heat around his tip. "You're so beautiful, Lyca." Then he pushed his hips forward and sank his cock inside her, claiming her soft, squishy spade with a soft grunt and wet squelch.

Lyca received Gaios's dick with a breathy, open-muzzled whine, and her whole body trembled as he glided it deeper and deeper, stretching her clenching, heat-ridden channel inch by inch. He wouldn't stop until he had buried everything inside her, his balls pressing the plush bottom of her vulva, and he only paused for a few heartbeats to enjoy the forceful rippling of her depths around his girth before he pulled back again.

"Ah, so tight and wet," the merchant groaned. Burying his face in the fur of her neck, he took another deep huff of her rank, earthy musk. Then he plunged his cock back inside her, stretching her out again, making her moan with relief and pleasure as her pussy tightened around his girth in a perfect hug, squeezing and massaging him from tip to base in a powerful peristalsis. "So damn good."

The fit was so snug that Lyca's spade hardly let go of Gaios's member, her puffy black folds stretching out by almost two inches every time he pulled out, only to welcome him back with a sloppy squelch when he thrust in again. Mingling with her grunts, squeals, and whines, it gave rise to a song of burning pleasure that only grew hotter and needier with each stroke. "Yes! Faster, Gaios! Fuck me harder."

The merchant gladly obliged the horny wolfdog, picking up the pace until his balls audibly slapped against the edge of her heat-ridden spade, splattering her juices across his thighs. Lyca's crotch soon became even wetter when she yielded to the stimulation and released a hissing stream of hot urine onto his cock, marking him with a pungent, unmistakable sample of her scent.

Gaios didn't mind the mess, though, as it was as much part of the course as the canine's bawdy moans and her puffy, squishy tightness. It all only spurred him on more, and he quickly lost himself in the rush, savoring the sensation only a wolfdog dog like her could provide with a plump, cushy vulva and so many stiff, swollen nipples rubbing against his abdomen. Not to mention that wonderfully soft fur brushing against his skin, those claws leaving streaks across his back while she lapped at his chest in a horny trance, slathering him with her hot saliva.

Pounding the female wolfdog with horny huffs, Gaios pushed her ever deeper between the oak tree's roots and into the dirt. Soon, the smell of the soil blended with her thick musk and piss into an intoxicating, entrancing mix that fueled him more than the most aphrodisiac. Nose pressed flush against her neck, he just couldn't inhale enough of it; ear against her cheek, listening to her cries of joy, he just wanted to hear more of her effusive delight, and he poured his all into it, thrusting harder and faster, licking and kissing her, stroking her hot fur and her swollen buds. Gliding a hand down to her crotch, he even reached for the tip of her spade, rubbing and flicking it, squeezing it between his fingers until finally, a powerful ripple raced through her body.

Lyca reared up with a guttural whine, almost throwing Gaios off as she burst into an explosive orgasm. Already clenching, her spade tightened up even harder around his cock, trying to grip his knot and firmly lock it inside her to milk him of his precious load. However, as he didn't share the unique anatomy of her male tribemates, he continued to thrust through her orgasmic convulsions, relishing her vigorous climax with a deep moan as she gushed her hot, sticky fem cum all over.

Subjected to the wolfdog's intense contractions, Gaios didn't last much longer than her. "Fuck, can't hold it…" he grunted, unable to even finish his sentence before he was hit by a powerful climax. Tightening his hug around the bitch, he buried his cock balls-deep inside her and joined her with a heavy groan.

Nothing could compare to the sheer intensity of Lyca's contractions as her slick inner walls squeezed the man's tensing member, flooding his brain with stimulation to launch him into a state of utter, mindless bliss. For a moment, he forgot about everything around him, about tomorrow's plans and yesterday's troubles. He was fully and utterly wrapped up in his mutual orgasm with the canine, riding his heavenly high while he squirted his hot, gooey seed inside her, rope by rope, spurt after spurt.

The merchant's eruption launched the wolfdog into even greater spheres of ecstasy. With her muzzle wide open and drool spilling from her chaps, she whined and howled with guttural relief, "Yes! Yes! YES!" Repeating herself in an ecstatic mantra, she didn't stop even after Gaios had squirted every last drop inside her, and she kept him trapped in a tight hug against her, unwilling to let go as long as she was rocked by her own orgasm.

The man gladly yielded to his fate, staying hilted inside the canine's frantically clenching depths even as his climax ebbed and his senses returned to normal. As he slipped into a sweaty afterglow, a contented smile was plastered all over his face, and he continued to lick and breathe her addictive musk until her vaginal muscles finally calmed down enough to set him free.

Soon after, Lyca loosened her embrace with a blissful sigh, allowing Gaios to extract his cock from her trembling, dripping spade. She let out a weak yip when his member slipped free, catching her breath and cooling off with heavy pants. "Ah, so good. Just what I needed with that stupid heat."

"Yes, it was worth every second," Gaios agreed. His smile widened as Lyca's tail woke from its lust-induced torpor, starting to wag between his legs, and he tilted his head as she plastered his neck and chest with affectionate licks and huffs. In return, he kissed her neck and breathed in more of her delicious, musky aroma while he recovered from their first round together, tightly intertwined beneath the rustling leaves of the mighty oak tree. However, her orgasm would only quell her heat for so long, and it was only a matter of time until the fun with his favorite wolfdog went into the next round.