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That's how they saw her. A flurry of death that clung like sand in the fur, caked into the flesh from millennia of the hunt. It was part of her, as natural as life itself. As it was her task to take such life away. She was majesty incarnate. Swift as the arrows her mercy brought, freeing the souls from those who chose to accept their fate. Though many ran. Whether from fear or a sense of pride and heroism, the result was always the same: sinew stuck in Wolf's claws and bones to keep that pesky mouth occupied for a couple of days. Thus was Kindred; Runeterra's Grim Reaper.

But even the Grim Reaper needed some personal time every now and then.

Lamb sighed, pleasure rumbling through her as Wolf lay between her legs. It was picturesque, really. The two of them, in a field that seemed to stretch on forever, the light, feathery grass tickling their fur. A calming breeze ruffled through the flowers, their soft voices whispering into the air. The sun was so high in the sky that it looked fake. An orange, maybe? Picked from a grove far away and set ablaze by a force even older than themselves. The perfect day to relax and enjoy each other's company.

Wolf's tongue was coarse. It had been ground down from licking grizzly things not meant to be eaten, but still soft enough to make Lamb shiver with bliss. Dripping in saliva, the excited wolf tasted her. Relishing in the sweets and salts, he gulped down every last drop of her juices, making a slobbering mess out of her pussy.

His cock ached. Turgid and throbbing, fertilizing the soil with his pre, Wolf had to stop himself from grinding into the dirt. That task was easier said than done, though. With his knot already free from his sheath, only one thought clouded his mind: painting Lamb's insides with his luminescent cum.

That was one of the best parts of their relationship. Since she couldn't get pregnant, Wolf could mount her as much as he wanted. Long days of hunting made him tired, pent-up, and pushy. He loved the feeling of release. How the sweat coated his fur as he panted, the draining of the day's stresses with each rope of cum, and how Lamb pushed against his knot, locking him in place for the next few hours. They had many 'entanglements' over the millennia.

Lamb arched her back as Wolf's tongue hit her sweet spot. He flicked playfully inside her, concerned with all her amazing flavors. It was almost as exciting as the people who ran. They tasted better when cornered, experiencing deep emotions. Each one had its own taste. Pleasure, as Wolf learned, tasted like sweat and sea salt.

Lamb's chest rose and fell quickly, the swirls on her fur still as hypnotizing as when they first came to be. Wolf's tongue lolled over his sharp teeth. He smiled at her, happy with his work. But the ache in his loins was still killing him, so he shifted forward, his blue cock pushing against Lamb's entrance.

“Now, little Lamb?" he whined politely.

She laughed through her breaths, body still not quite ready, but she could feel Wolf's need. It was a pull as strong as their tether to the souls that appeared before them. They were One after all. Two beings, one essence. They shared everything. “Yes, Wolf," she said, “You may begin whenever you like."

Wolf smirked, growling softly as he entered Lamb. Slipping in without contest, the spirit was already soaked with her own need for Wolf. She always loved how hot he felt inside her, how she could feel his cock twitching as he bucked his hips, prying for her innermost depths. He panted hungrily, knot popping in and out of Lamb's glistening snatch with each thrust.

His paws fit perfectly around her, another example of their perfect creation. He could follow the outline of her figure, each place a suitable one to grab. But his favorite were those soft thighs. Thicker than they had any right to be, the creamy fur would drive any mortal mad. Hell, it almost drove Wolf mad. He wrapped his arms around them, lifting up Lamb's legs to give himself the ability to thrust down into her.

“Ah, Wolf~" she cried, staring into his voracious eyes. While they hunted, she focused solely on capturing their prey. It was easy to overlook Wolf's form. Her twin spirit had quite the form. A broad, toned chest, legs and arms strong from countless days running. It was with this strength that he powered into her, smushing his tip against her cervix.

With his tail swishing playfully behind him, Wolf began to buck his hips with an even baser need, forgoing the steady thrusts he started with. He let Lamb wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him into her. Their bodies connected, the two were a bundle of limbs that were impossible to untangle. Hooves brushing against fur, thighs rubbing on soft muscle, arms now around each other, Lamb's chest rubbed against Wolf's.

The air was full of their lovemaking. All pheromones, sloppy thrusts, and lustful moans, Wolf only had a couple of thrusts left in him before a howl filled the air. The flowers brayed yet again, a rumble coursing through his body as his sturdy legs trembled. Tied together, a splash of cum managed to spill out of Lamb's pussy, but Wolf kept most of it inside.

They lay on top of each other, both animals swapping sweat and small kisses as they explored each other's bodies. Even after all these years, they still sometimes found something new. Small things, an extra ripple of muscle on Wolf's thigh or a small crack in Lamb's mask. They ventured to discover it all, and they probably could. They had time after all.