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Two wolves, outcasts among their kin. Allied at least loosely with the Waken'ers (Humans) that have found themselves in this alien world. The pair following their own individual goals in service to a greater good.

With a moments respite, they find comfort in each other.

[b][center]Pair Bonding[/center][/b]

[center]A Far Away From Home fic[/center]

[center]Story Contains:Canine, Wolf, M/M, Gay, Dom/Sub, Powerbottom, Size_Difference, Knotting, Pheromones, Musk, Rimming, Oral, Anal, 69, Cowgirl Style.

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The thick brush shifted as two bipedal wolves pushed through the dense foliage. One shorter, blessed with rich raven-black fur and heterochromatic eyes. The other is a towering giant with fur white as snow and gentle eyes like polished amber. The pair strode through boreal woods and gentle meadow in the shadow of the frozen mountains. Soft grass with hints of late-day moisture under foot. It had been a long day.

Het, the smaller of the pair, heaved a sigh. Looking towards a cresting evening sun. His assassin's dagger strapped to his hip after a day of unwanted conflict. They had their first encounter with the waken'ers today. The strange furless beings having come to their defense when they were outnumbered by a hostile pack. Not that fighting had been the main goal, but so few of his kin were willing to listen to reason. Were it not for the waken'ers, it could have been bad.

It had been tempting to join the creatures on their quest. They seemed to offer it. But he knew it would be better to serve his new allies if they remained separate. Drawing the attention of Fenrir's forces away from the chosen ones. Those 'humans' as they called themselves. They were important.

The larger wolf, Al, took note of Het lost in thought as he pondered the way forward. "Perhaps we should rest soon?" looking to his troubled partner as he kept an ear out for trouble. They were no doubt being tracked at least loosely by other wolves. "Would be good to eat and be rested when we find the other packs.."

Het turned his gaze to Al, he spoke with wisdom, but he could see the tension in the burly oaf's shoulders. Al was a gentle giant, a pup without a mean bone in his body. Ironic when his 9ft stature and natural musculature dwarfed almost every other wolf besides the two alphas. And Het was the opposite, often a bit terse or abrasive. Smaller than the average wolf by 6-12 inches, yet ferocious and determined in combat. He chose the path of an assassin, quick and brutal strokes, precise moves to bait out the reactions you want before finishing the prey. He had more than made up for his shorter stature in his renowned skill. And Al's persistent calm granted him wisdom in even the direst of situations.

Yet they were largely outcasts. Kept at the fringes of their pack for their value, but also their taste in mates.

"Yes. Would be a good idea to loosen up and be rested for tomorrow" Het nodded in response as he sniffed the air. "No fresh markings near us. We should be fine for tonight" as he and his partner quickly found a sheltered spot to lay for the night. Making their temporary den comfortable with a bed of brush and moss as Het produced a pack of rations and dried meats to keep them going.

A fire wasn't needed, their fur and ring drives provided all the warmth they would ever need. But they started a small one all the same. A little something to draw the eye of enemy scouts that will no doubt investigate by morning.

The sunlight faded rapidly into a soft glowing dusk. The faint light of their small fire wicked, growing in brilliance amidst the advancing dark as Het gave a huff and sigh. Al sat propped against a tree, as zen and relaxed as ever, while he drank in his environment and finished his ration. A gentle creek flowing nearby, the chirps of birds that gradually settled alongside the darkness. Replaced by soft crickets as wind swept softly through the makeshift camp.

Het wasted little time once camp was prepared. Sitting himself in the larger wolf's lap as the difference in size felt truly pronounced in the moment. Al a solid 50% larger than his raven-furred companion. Whom currently gnawed a piece of dried meat while Al held him gently and gazed at the receding skyline.

The scene was calm, soothing. The days' worries, and those ahead of them, slowly fading as the pair cuddled together and ate. A moments respite from the dangers and worries ahead.

A slight stir and firm prodding eventually broke the serenity. A familiar heat rubbing against Het's flanks as Al gave a timid whine. Struggling to not shift his furry bulk as his otherwise innocent thoughts began to drift towards something less wholesome.

A wry grin spread across his muzzle as Het began to gently grind his flanks against his much larger partner. Every stroke of his rump catching Al's gradually swelling cock in the crack of his wolven cheeks. Slowly peeling back the fat sheathe to expose more and more of a burgeoning canine shaft.

"Mnnh" Het growled softly as he rested his back against Al's broad furry chest. "Is pup getting excited~?" Almost a purr in his tone as he watched how Al fidgeted and shuddered. Starting to roll his hips with a whimper as his slick length was gradually trapped in Het's firm cheeks. The dusky wolf's warm spongy tailhole kissing along the larger wolf's length as he squeezed out a squirt and gradual drool of sticky pre. The fur between them rapidly dampened by the escaping sheath fluids pouring out with each impressive inch. Soft pulses and flexes goading more of his rigid canid dick to slide out and stroke against his partner.

"Hhah. Rrh...P-please..." Al muttered, his cheeks growing hot with anticipation from the excitement and need. Het always played this game with him when he was horny.

"Please what? Speak up, pup" Het growled in response. Sinking his hips to pin the enormous cock against him and his partner as he heard the giant groan.

"P-please can we..." Al panted, clamping his jaw as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Cock throbbing in that furry blanket of warmth as he flexed and shuddered with another warm stream of arousal to dampen their fluff.

"Mhmm~?" Het murred, feeling his own shaft quickly escaping his sheath as his tailhole winked against his partner's rigid pride. He loved teasing the meek brute. Seeing how utterly timid such an enormous beast truly was as the assassin so easily toyed with him.

Al whined again, his large hands gripping the waist of his partner as he gave a few short jerks of his hips in desperation. Het hadn't pleasured him in days! Nor allowed him to handle it himself...not without reason, they'd been busy. But to make him beg and plead was doing things to him he was always so ashamed to admit.

"I'm sorry. What was that?" Het grinned. Slipping from Al's grip just enough to raise his ass and hike his tail as he squished the tapered tip of his lover's brutish cock against his supple tailhole. A squish and pressure before his needy shaft flexed. A hot squirt of pre coating and lubricating him. Rivulets of the potent arousal rapidly dripping down his cheeks to soak deeper into the fluff. Pressing down until the cock threatened to enter him. Yet shifting his hips just enough for it to flick away and grind against his tail instead.

Al nearly howled as he squeezed Het a bit tighter. Feeling that spike of pleasure as he gazed down at the slightly obscured mess. The strings of his pre that Het wore without hesitation. Aching with need as his clumsy thrusts were constantly thwarted by his dexterous black wolf. Only making a mess of musky pre and ramping desperation.

"PLEASE!" He finally barked out, "P-please can w-we...mmate..?" Even now asking for it made his cheeks so bright they almost steamed. So easily toyed with by his partner as Het gave a firm growl for his attention. The next second their lips met as Het pulled his obedient pup into a soothing kiss for his bravery.

Every nerve in Al's shoulders and back sparked and tensed. Making his large muscular form tingle. Before those oh-so-tense muscles began to soften and relax while he melted into the sweet kiss of his mate. All the sheepish tension washing away and leaving a uniform warmth through his body as his tongue brushed against Het's. They shared heated breaths as Het coaxed his timid stud's tongue into his maw to suckle and entangle with his own.

A moaning whine slipped from Al's throat as he huffed and shuddered with a blissful sigh. His enormous tail began to sweep against the tree as Het suckled on his tongue, stirring his maw while his careful paws stroked along the large brute's neck and shoulders.

Het broke the kiss, brushing Al's cheek as they caught their breath. Pulling away from Al's lap as he stood in front of his mate with back turned. Looking back with that wry grin. His tail hiked as he gripped his cheeks and spread himself to expose and display his rich pink puffy tailhole. Well trained by this point, the muscled ring swollen and supple like a pair of lips after so many sessions conquering that pillar of wolfen breeding stock. Already glistening with the white wolf's pre, base of his tail matted with the mess as strings of it clung to his firm cheeks.

"On your back, pup. You know what to do" he ordered as Al eagerly obeyed. Turning from the tree to lay adjacent to it, flat on his back with impressive canid cock standing proud. Tail still waggling with anticipation through the mossy bed as his 10-inches stood throbbing in the dusk and glistening with a film of moisture. Het slowly stepping over him, straddling the larger wolf as he kneeled belly-to-belly. Hugging the bulk of his handsome white wolf as he rubbed his nose into Al's chest. Taking a long breath of his mate's rugged scent as he rumbled with lust. His luscious rear pressed to Al's spire, his own tail sweeping the air in anticipation of tonight's pleasures. His 6-inches fully erect, resting atop his admittedly impressive set of orbs. The sable wolf may have been lacking in height, hell, even length. But his weighty testes that dwarfed even Al's in size certainly compensated for something~ Not that his handsome giant was lacking in any aspect himself. Already Het was leaking a consistent drool of arousal, unable to mask his own excitement as the excess of musky canine pre soaked the fur of his ample sack.

“I bet pup needs to cum hard, doesn't he~?" Het murred as he ran his claws through Het's bountiful chest fluff. Making the giant whine and nod. Slowly standing to adjust and turn himself around. Het's heavy orbs hanging above Al's face as he descended. Pulling his hips back to plant his ass firmly on the white wolf's chest. Flaunting that perfect cock-milking tailhole as he reached forward to seize the steamy girth of his lover.

Het's cock sandwiched under his balls as it continued to leak between the pair. A soft wiggle of his hips all the invitation Al needed from his mate.

Al quickly buried his snout under Het's tail. Taking a long indulgent sniff of his lover's taint. The heady and earthen scent made his muzzle salivate. The aroma burning into nostrils as he took another. Extending his broad tongue to glide against Het's weighty sack and upward along his perineum and crack. Flicking at his tailhole for a taste of the pre and rich canid sex coating it before diving in. Thick tongue slurping into his mate's rear. Slathering his anal ring as he stretched it out and stole more of that earthy taste.

Het gave a low rumbling growl of approval as he felt Al dig in. Already the larger male started looking for his prostate with exploratory thrusts of that slick muscle. Coiling it deeper in Het's bowels as he could feel it lash and scrub into his walls. His trapped cock pulsing as it spewed a heavier wash of his heady pre from each exploratory lick. Making the smaller wolf grunt and huff with rolling pangs of pleasure. “Rrrh damn. I've trained you into one hell of an ass-kisser, pup" he husked as he splayed and clenched his toes in succession. Draping himself over Al's torso, his paws seizing Al's impressive length as he stroked the towering spire. Coaxing out a wash of salty pre before he lowered the tip to his snout and gave the smooth flesh a slow trailing lick. Al's own rugged musk filled his nostrils as he took his time to intimately clean his lover. Such a sharp and masculine scent, bestial and raw as it clung to the roof of his mouth. Every waft of it palpable as he savored the dizzying musk of his towering stud. Slowly gliding his tongue over every sensual inch of warm pink flesh as he worked down the throbbing spire. A gentle brush of fang, a soft peck, and another long trailing glide to clean his mate and sample more of his mouthwatering sex. Working towards the mighty bulge of a knot still lingering in his engorged sheath.

Another plunge of tongue as they both sucked and slurped. A drool of saliva escaped from Het's plump anal ring as Al sucked and kissed at the spongy flesh. Lashing his tongue deep until he found Het's waiting nut. Lapping at the gland as he felt the smaller wolf's shaft jump and flex. "Good boy~" Het gasped softly as Al expertly stirred his tailhole. "Really learning how to get me excited" Giving the bashful pup praise when he was in the position he truly belonged. A gout of pre hitting his cheek as it reminded him of his duty. Rolling his tongue along the rim of Al's bulging sheath. Lapping at the rich juices pushing past its lip as he squeezed and pumped the burly shaft pulsing against his snout. Tongue pressing inward, slithering into the tube of skin that held his prize. Rolling his muscle slowly around the smooth inner flesh, tasting his mate's raw masculine sex. Staining his tastebuds with the intoxicating male flavors and he coaxed out the knot.

Peeling the skin back as his tongue did its duty. Savouring his studly sub before suckling gently on the rim of the furry sheathe until the pressure ceased. Exposing the sensitive bulb and giving it a squeeze as Al gave a muffled whine into his tailhole in response.

It was hard not to admire what Al was packing. Het gazed over all his mate's exposed length. The heat pouring from his engorged shaft and fat knot as it pulsed and flexed to the wolf's excited heartbeat. Moving his muzzle to nose at the exposed sex, inhaling his mate's raw unfettered scent and gliding his tongue under the moist bulb to his lover's audible delight.

He pulled away, rising to his knees and tugging back his hips as Al's tongue slurped from his backdoor. He lifted his leg without a word, turning himself back around to face his handsome snowy partner, sliding down to straddle his waist. Paws set on Al's belly as Het looked back, gently rolling and angling his hips until he could feel the tip of Al's prominent length. Prodding at his entrance as he smeared the last drool of pre into his softened tailhole and sank downward. A gentle glide and soft slurp as Het began to feed that immense dick into himself. A happy whine and groan escaping from both of them as more and more of Al's length began to disappear into the warm and wet depths of Het's tunnel. Plump tailhole slowly sinking inward with each inch of growing canine girth that packed his backdoor. Hot pleasure scrubbing into Het's walls as Al's shaft was hugged and squeezed by his lover's well-trained insides. A wash of pre doused Het's innards, feeling the spray of warmth as he growled with pleasure. His own overproductive tool squirting ropes and streams of his musky pre to coat Al's increasingly damp chest as his prostate was consistently abused by his mate's thickness.

He worked himself to 8-inches. Pausing as he caught his breath. Stirring his hips to roll that rigid spire of heated handsome wolf meat inside of him. Smearing the continuous jets of pre into his walls, slickening the descent and retreat while Al's paws rested submissively at Het's hips. Slowly rising again, feeling the escape and emptiness that came with so much cock. Het drove back down, forcing himself deeper on that imposing shaft he had taken so many times now. Every drop of his hips meeting a wet slurp and soft squelch of fluids as he tensed and bore his fangs with a shudder. The explosion of pleasure every time he took Al's girth into himself. Gradually increasing his pace, looking to Al's expression as the pup trembled and panted with need. Every inch that was teased inside of his mate made the giant's head spin with delight. Only able to watch as Het used him, knowing he'd never have the nerve or strength to take charge. Addicted to how Het could so easily dominate and toy with him.

The clearing began to fill with grunts and gasps. Heavy breaths as Het's pace increased, working himself to Al's knot over and over. Crushing the fat bulb against his tailhole as it kissed and sucked on the prominent bulge. Every rise leaving a trail and ropes of sticky pre. Claps of their hips as Het drove himself downward, balls drumming on Al's chest as his belly bulged with the protrusion of his mate. Het knew just how to ride this bronco by now. Just where to turn his hips and have that spire of flesh scrub into just the right spots to make him moan and whine. Clamping down to milk at Al's length as the greater wolf tensed and whimpered before his orbs would clench and pour a flood of pre into his bowels in response.

Het's bounces shortened in length, growing increasingly rapid. Pushing them both towards their edge as they looked at each other, panting heavily. Green and blue eyes meeting amber as Het gripped a fistful of his mate's chest fur. Giving a snarl as he hefted his hips, needing that last push before slamming down. The tight squeeze and strain before all the pressure gave way with a wet pop. Tying them together as Het's insides stung and throbbed. Never able to get totally used to that massive bulb. The fullness was intense as he quivered with bliss, drinking in the sensation before a loud roaring howl drew his attention. Al throwing his head back as his weighty sack pulled tight, Grinding against Het's cheeks before the sable wolf's eyes almost crossed as he felt the first eruption of his mate's sperm deep into his bowels. It was so hot, so incredibly thick. The warmth and weight filling him rapidly as Al's shaft tensed and pulsed, erupting again and again to plaster Het's insides with his creamy deposit.

The hot wet warmth inside of him and ramping pressure was enough to throw him over the edge as well. Het's howl suddenly joining Al's in a crescendo that pierced the night. Ringing out as a mated pair for all to hear. Overtaking any other sounds within the dark, within the distance, a warning and a call to other wolves. Daring them to approach the two who were so closely tied. In body and in spirit.

Het's impressive volume erupted from his smaller shaft, spraying over his mate, soiling the already dampened white fur in thick streams of rich canid semen. The pungent muskiness and sex filling the area around them with their presence. Their ever-present and individual scents that would linger here for days. Marking his lover all over again as his while ropes and globules rained over him. Streams of Het's voluminous sex even reaching his partners neck and chin as Al blushed and lapped at the salty mess, sampling his lover while his fat cock dumped his mighty load deep into Het's guts.

The Sable wolf riding out their orgasms as their bodies rang with pleasure. Their mingled pheromones suffusing their senses, extending their time in bliss. Rich with the aroma of heady male love and breeding as they sat tied together in union. But finally, the exhaustion came. Het slowly lowering himself over Al to nuzzle into his cum-slathered chest. Basking in the white giant's warmth as his fat cock still throbbed in his puffy tailhole. The afterglow leaving the pair awash in contentment and warmth as Al's broad arms rose up to hug and embrace his mate. The two cuddling and ready to drift into a restful sleep as Het gave a soft peck to Al's chin.

“I love you, pup"